jake, your roommate whoâs been secretly obsessed with you for six months â stealing glances at your tiny shorts, jerking off to the sound of you moaning when you stretch, and memorizing every little habit of yours until one night when he finally snaps.
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It was becoming a real fucking problem at this pointâthis insatiable, gnawing ache that settled deep in his gut every night without fail. Every time he closed his eyes, images of you flashed behind his eyelids like a dirty film he couldn't turn off. The way your lips wrapped around your morning coffee, slow and deliberate, leaving a faint gloss on the rim. How your shorts rode up your thighs when you sat cross-legged on the couch, the soft fabric bunching and exposing the smooth, warm skin he kept catching himself staring at. The fucking sound you made when you stretched after a long day of classesâa soft, breathy little moan that slipped from your throat and went straight to his cock, making it twitch hard against his thigh.
He groaned into his pillow, the fabric damp from the heat of his breath, and shifted onto his side. His body felt feverish, heavy with frustration. The sheets tangled around his legs, doing nothing to ease the insistent throb between them. He willed his mind to calm the fuck down, to think about anything elseâwork, the leaky faucet in the kitchen, tomorrow's errands. But the universe, it seemed, had other plans for him tonight.
Because through the thin walls of your shared apartment, he could hear you. The soft rustle of your sheets as you turned over. A quiet, contented sigh that spilled from your room and directly into his racing mind, wrapping around every filthy thought he'd tried to bury.
You'd been roommates for six months now. Six months of torture. Six months of Jake pretending he wasn't completely obsessed with you, with your body, with every little thing you did. He'd memorized your scheduleâwhat time you woke up, the exact rhythm of the shower water when you washed your hair, which nights you stayed in curled up with a book versus when you went out with friends in those tight little tops that made his jaw clench. He knew more about you than any roommate shouldâthe way you hummed when you cooked, how your laugh filled the living room, the faint scent of your vanilla body lotion that lingered in the bathroom long after you'd left. But he couldn't bring himself to care about how wrong it was. Not when every glimpse of you made his blood run hotter.
And tonight, with you just one room away, asleep and completely unaware, Jake felt his last thread of self-control snap like a rubber band pulled too tight.
His feet hit the cold floor before his brain caught up, the chill biting into his bare soles and sending a shiver up his spine. The hallway was dark, quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen and the heavy thud of his own heartbeat in his ears. He told himself he just needed water. That's all this was. A quick trip to the kitchen, a splash of cold on his face, and then back to bed like a responsible adult.
But his feet carried him past the kitchen. Past the bathroom. Straight to your door.
Your bedroom door was cracked open, just enough for the faint glow of your bedside lamp to spill into the hallway like a golden invitation he had no right to accept. You always left it onâa habit from childhood, you'd told him once over breakfast, your cheeks flushing slightly as you admitted to being scared of the dark. Jake thought it was adorable. He thought everything about you was adorable. And dangerous. And so fucking tempting.
He pushed the door open slowly, wincing at the faint creak of the hinges. The sound seemed to echo in the silence, loud as a gunshot to his heightened senses, and he froze, heart pounding against his ribs like a caged animal. Every muscle in his body tensed, waiting for any sign that you'd heard himâthe shift of sheets, a sleepy question, the click of your lamp turning on.
Nothing.
You were fast asleep â or were you?â curled up on your side with one arm tucked under your pillow and the other stretched out across the empty space beside you, as if reaching for something in your dreams. Your hair was fanned out across the mattress, a messy halo that caught the soft light and gleamed like silk. And those fucking pajama shortsâthe ones with the little bows on the hemâhad ridden up dangerously high on your thighs, exposing the soft, smooth skin that Jake had spent countless nights imagining touching, tasting, gripping.
He exhaled shakily, running a hand through his disheveled hair, fingers catching on the damp strands at his nape. His cock strained against his boxers, already leaking, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to the swollen head.
What the fuck am I doing?
This was wrong. He knew it was wrong. You were his roommate, his friend, someone who trusted him enough to share this apartment, to leave your door cracked open without a second thought. And here he was, standing in your doorway in the middle of the night like some kind of depraved predator, breathing hard and fighting the urge to palm himself right there.
But then you shifted. Slowly. Your legs fell open just a fraction, the movement lazy and unconscious, and you let out this tiny, breathy whimper that hit him like a punch to the gut. His cock throbbed painfully, a bead of precum soaking through his boxers as heat flooded his veins.
That was it. That was the final nail in his coffin.
He moved before he could stop himself, crossing the small distance between the door and your bed in two quick strides, each step feeling heavier than the last, like wading through molasses. The floorboards creaked under his weight, a low protest that made his stomach twist, but you didn't stir. You were completely out, lost in whatever dreams had taken you for the night, your chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths that made your tank top cling to the soft curves of your breasts.
For a long moment, Jake just stood there, looming over your sleeping form like some kind of predator. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, his fingers twitching at his sides as the air between you thickened with unbearable tension. He could smell youâvanilla and warm skin and that faint floral shampoo that always drove him insane. His mouth watered. His hands ached.
Then, slowly, carefully, he lowered himself onto the edge of your mattress.
The bed dipped under his weight, the mattress sighing softly, and he held his breath, every nerve on fire as he waited for you to wake. To scream. To demand to know what the fuck he was doing in your room in the middle of the night.
But you didn't.
You just snuggled deeper into your pillow, letting out another soft sigh that made Jake's head spin and his cock jerk against his thigh. The heat from your body radiated toward him, pulling him closer like a magnet.
His hand trembled as he reached out, fingertips hovering for what felt like an eternity before brushing against your hip. Your skin was so fucking softâsofter than he'd imagined in all those desperate late-night fantasies, warm and smooth like velvet under his calloused fingers. The touch was featherlight, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight through his body, straight to his aching cock. He bit back a groan, feeling the way your skin pebbled slightly under his touch.
"Fuck," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, raw and strained.
He should stop. He should turn around, go back to his room, and jerk off in the privacy of his own space like a normal person. That was the right thing. The smart thing.
But Jake wasn't thinking with his brain right now. All the blood in his body had rushed south, leaving him dizzy and desperate and completely out of control. The tension in the room was suffocating, every second stretching out as his hand lingered on your hip, thumb stroking the tiniest circle against your skin.
He shifted closer, inch by agonizing inch, his body moving of its own accord until his chest was pressed against your back. You were so small compared to him, so delicate, and the contrast made his head swim. His arm draped over your waist, slow and careful, pulling you flush against him. The moment your ass nestled against his crotch, the heat of you seeping through the thin layers of fabric, he nearly lost it. His cock throbbed hard, trapped between your bodies, the friction making stars burst behind his eyelids.
You stirred slightly in your sleep, a soft "Mm" escaping your lips, your body instinctively pressing back into his warmth.
"Jake?" you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep, barely coherent.
He froze. Every muscle in his body locked up as he waited, heart hammering so loud he was sure you'd hear it. The seconds dragged on, thick with unbearable tension.
But you didn't pull away.
Instead, you snuggled closer, pressing your ass back against his crotch in a slow, unconscious roll that made him bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. The pressure was exquisite tortureâyour soft, warm curves molding perfectly against his rock-hard length.
"Thought you were at your girlfriend's," you mumbled, your words slurring together, still half-lost in sleep.
Jake's mind reeled. Girlfriend? What fucking girlfriend? But the words died in his throat as you drifted again, your breathing evening out, your body going slack yet still pressed so intimately against him.
And Jake? Jake was in fucking hell.
Your ass was pressed right against his aching cock, separated only by the thin fabric of his boxers and your tiny pajama shorts. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, the way your body fit against his like it was made for him. Every tiny shift of your hips sent sparks shooting up his spine. He stayed like that for long, torturous minutes, just breathing you in, fighting the overwhelming urge to grind against you.
But then you shifted again in your sleep, your hips moving in a lazy little circle, and suddenly there was frictionâdelicious, torturous friction that made Jake's vision blur at the edges.
"Shit," he hissed through gritted teeth, the word barely audible.
He couldn't do this. He shouldn't do this.
But his hips had other plans. The first roll was almost involuntary, a shallow drag of his cock against the swell of your ass that sent pleasure exploding through him. He stilled immediately after, chest heaving, waiting. Watching. The tension coiled tighter in his gut.
Nothing. You slept on.
Emboldened yet terrified, he moved againâslower this time, more deliberate. His cock slid against the curve of your ass, the fabric creating just enough drag to make him dizzy. He could feel every inch of you, the heat, the softness, the way your body responded even in sleep with tiny, unconscious twitches. His hand, resting on your hip, began to wander, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist, dipping under the hem of your pajama top to feel the bare, fever-warm skin of your stomach. You shivered under his touch, a full-body tremor that made his balls tighten.
"Jake?" you mumbled again, clearer this time, hovering on the edge of awareness.
He froze, hand splayed across your stomach, heart in his throat.
But you pressed back harder, a soft, needy moan escaping your lips as your ass ground deliberately against his throbbing cock.
The tension snapped.
Jake's breath caught in his throat as your ass pressed back against him with more purpose, the slow grind sending white-hot sparks racing up his spine. His cock throbbed violently between your bodies, trapped against the soft, yielding flesh of your ass, the thin fabric doing almost nothing to dull the searing heat radiating from you. He could feel the dampness starting to seep through your shortsâyour arousal mixing with his own precumâand the realization made his head spin.
He stayed perfectly still for several agonizing seconds, every muscle coiled tight, waiting for you to fully wake. To realize. To push him away or pull him closer. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the sound of your breathing and the pounding of his own heart.
Then your hand movedâslowly, lazilyâreaching back to rest on his thigh. Your fingers flexed once, digging in just enough for him to feel your nails through his boxers.
"Jake..." you whispered again, voice husky and low, still laced with sleep but unmistakably aware now. The way you said his name made his cock twitch hard against you.
He swallowed thickly, his mouth dry. "You... you're awake."
A soft, breathy laugh escaped you, the sound vibrating through your back and into his chest. "Have been for a few minutes." Your hips rolled again, slower this time, deliberate, dragging the curve of your ass along the entire aching length of his cock. "Felt you watching me. Felt you get on the bed."
Jake let out a shaky, pathetic sound, the sound guttural and broken. His forehead dropped to the back of your neck, lips brushing against your warm skin as he inhaled your scentâvanilla, faint sweat, and something undeniably feminine that made his mouth water. His hand on your stomach spread wider, fingers splaying across your soft skin, feeling the way your muscles fluttered under his touch.
"You should tell me to leave," he rasped against your neck, even as his hips finally gave in and rolled forward, pressing his rigid cock harder against you. The friction was maddeningâslow, heavy drags that made his balls draw up tight. "Tell me to get the fuck out, right now."
But you didn't. Instead, you arched your back slightly, pushing your ass more firmly into his lap, trapping his cock perfectly between your cheeks. The heat between your thighs was intoxicating, even through the fabric.
"I don't want you to leave," you murmured, voice thick. Your fingers trailed higher up his thigh, teasing the hem of his boxers. "I've been waiting for you to finally do something."
The confession hit him like a drug. Jake's grip on your stomach tightened, pulling you impossibly closer until there wasn't a single inch of space between your bodies. He could feel the rapid flutter of your heartbeat against his chest, matching his own frantic rhythm. His free hand slid up your side, pushing your tank top higher, exposing more of your bare skin to the cool air. His fingertips traced every dip and curveâyour ribs, the underside of your breastâmoving with excruciating slowness, savoring every shiver and hitch in your breath.
"Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted this," he moans, lips grazing the shell of your ear. His cock throbbed again, leaking steadily now, the wet spot on his boxers growing. "Every night. Listening to you through the wall. Jerking off â mhmâ thinking about these thighs..." His hand slid down, palming the soft flesh of your upper thigh, squeezing gently. "...this fucking ass."
You whimpered softly at his words, the sound going straight to his cock. Your legs parted just a little more, inviting him. The movement caused your shorts to ride up even higher, and Jake's fingers brushed against the edge of the fabric, dangerously close to your core.
He paused there, teasing, letting the tension build until it felt like the air might crack. His fingers hovered, barely grazing the damp heat seeping through your shorts. You pushed back again, trying to chase his touch, but he held you still with his arm around your waist.
"Not yet," he whispered, voice rough. "Been dreaming about this too long to rush it."
He rocked his hips in a slow, filthy grind, letting you feel every thick inch of him sliding between your ass cheeks. The fabric barrier made it torturousâtoo much and not enough all at once. Each drag pulled a quiet, needy sound from your throat, and Jake drank them in like oxygen.
His hand finally dipped beneath your shorts, moving with agonizing patience. His fingers traced the crease where your thigh met your body, then slowlyâpainfully slowlyâslid inward. The first brush against your bare pussy made you both gasp. You were soaked. Dripping. Your slick coated his fingertips instantly, hot and slippery.
"Jesus Christ," Jake moaned, burying his face in your hair. "Fuckâ You're fucking drenched for me."
He circled your clit with one finger, featherlight at first, feeling it swell and throb under his touch. Your hips jerked, chasing more pressure, but he kept it torturously light, drawing out every sensation. His cock continued its slow grind against your ass, perfectly in time with the movement of his hand.
You reached back, fingers finally slipping under his waistband, wrapping around his bare cock. The sudden skin-on-skin contact made Jake hiss sharply. Your hand was warm, soft, and so fucking small around his thick length. You stroked him slowly, thumb swirling over the leaking head, spreading his precum.
"Been wanting to feel this," you whispered, voice trembling with arousal. "Wanted you inside me for months."
Jake's exhaled sharply, control frayed further. He pushed two fingers inside you without warningâslowly, stretching you open, feeling your tight walls flutter and clench around him. You were so wet that they slid in easily, but he took his time, curling them, searching for that spot that made your breath catch.
When he found it, your moan was louder, rawer. Your hand tightened around his cock, stroking him with more urgency, but still matching his deliberate pace.
The room filled with the obscene sounds of his fingers working in and out of your soaked pussy, the wet squelch mixing with your shared heavy breathing. Jake's hips kept moving, grinding his cock against your ass while he fingered you, the dual sensation driving him closer to the edge with every passing second.
He pressed his lips to your neck, sucking gently, then harder, marking you. His teeth grazed your skin as he added a third finger, stretching you wider, preparing you.
"Jake..." you moaned, pushing back onto his fingers. "Please. I need you."
He pulled his fingers out slowly, savoring the way your pussy tried to keep them inside, then brought them to his mouth, tasting you with a deep groan.
"You'll get me,baby" he promised in a breathy whisper, voice dark. "But I'm taking my time with you tonight."
He pulled his fingers out of you with deliberate slowness, savoring the way your pussy clenched around them like it didnât want to let go. A thick string of your arousal stretched between his fingers and your dripping folds before breaking. Jake brought those fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low, filthy groan that vibrated against your back.
âFuckâ oh godâ mhmmâ you taste even better than i fucking imagined,â he moaned, voice wrecked.
Before you could respond, he shifted. In one smooth but hungry movement, he rolled you onto your back and positioned himself between your spread thighs. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled low, his broad shoulders pushing your legs further apart. Your pajama shorts were still bunched around your knees, and he yanked them the rest of the way off, tossing them aside.
He paused there for a moment, just staring. The lamplight cast a warm glow over your glistening pussy, swollen and slick, clit peeking out from its hood. Jakeâs mouth watered. His cock was painfully hard, trapped against the mattress, already leaking a steady stream of precum onto the sheets.
He lowered his head slowly, dragging it out, letting the tension coil tighter. His hot breath fanned across your sensitive skin, making your thighs tremble. Then his tongueâflat, broad, and greedyâdragged a long, slow stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit.
The moan that tore from your throat was raw.
Jake whimpered against your pussy like a starving man, the vibration shooting straight through you. He licked you again, slower this time, savoring every drop of your wetness. His hips started moving on their ownâdesperate, shameful rolls against the mattress. He humped the bed like a dog in heat, grinding his aching cock into the sheets while his tongue worked between your folds.
âJakeâoh fuckââ you gasped, your fingers threading into his hair, gripping tight.
He ate you like he was possessed. Long, messy strokes of his tongue, circling your clit before sucking it gently between his lips. Then he dipped lower, pushing his tongue inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. The wet, obscene sounds filled the roomâhis mouth slurping and licking, mixed with the rhythmic creak of the bed as he desperately humped the mattress.
His cock dragged against the sheets, the friction rough and imperfect, but he couldnât stop. Every time you moaned or rolled your hips against his face, his own hips jerked harder, rutting pathetically into the bed. Precum smeared across his stomach and the sheets. The burning need in his groin was almost unbearable, but he refused to stop tasting you.
He moaned loudly into your pussy, the sound muffled and desperate. âCould eat this fucking pussy for hours,â he rasped, voice thick with spit and your arousal. His nose pressed against your clit as he licked deeper, his hips grinding faster now, chasing any kind of relief.
Your thighs started shaking around his head. The pleasure built in heavy, pulsing wavesâhis warm, wet tongue working you open, the obscene sounds of him devouring you, the sight of his muscular back flexing as he humped the bed like he was losing his mind.
You were close already. So fucking close.
But Jake pulled back just before you tipped over the edge, his lips shiny and swollen. He looked feral, eyes dark with lust as he crawled up your body. His cockâthick, heavy, and flushed dark redâslapped against your inner thigh, leaving a trail of precum on your skin.
He gripped himself, stroking once, twice, spreading your wetness and his own spit along his length. Then he lined up, the fat head of his cock nudging against your soaked entrance.
âYou sure?â he asked, voice strained, even though his hips were already twitching forward.
âYes,â you breathed, pulling him down into a messy kiss. âWant you to fuck me.â
Jake pushed in.
The first inch was slow, deliberate. The burning stretch hit you immediatelyâhis thick cock forcing your tight walls to part around him, a sharp, delicious sting that made your breath hitch. He was big. Thicker than youâd expected. The sensation was intense, almost too much, but the overwhelming fullness made your eyes roll back.
âFuckâJakeââ you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.
He let out a shaky, needy whimper,forehead pressed to yours, jaw clenched tight. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, savoring the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around him, trying to adjust. The burning stretch slowly melted into a heavy, throbbing pleasure as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, balls pressed against your ass.
âJesus Christ, youâre so fucking tight,â he hissed through gritted teeth. âCan feel you pulsing around me.â
He stayed buried deep inside you, hips flush against yours, breathing hard through his mouth. The burning stretch of his thick cock filling you was still so intenseâyour walls fluttering and pulsing around every inch of him, trying to accommodate his size. His cock twitched inside you, thick and hot, stretching you open so completely it felt like he was reshaping you.
Then he started movingâslow, deep rolls of his hips. Each thrust dragged against that sensitive spot inside you, the burning stretch returning every time he pulled back and pushed in again, only to bloom into blinding pleasure.
His mouth found yours in a desperate kiss, tongues sliding together as he fucked you with deep, measured strokes. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy mixed with your shared moans and the creak of the bed.
Jakeâs forehead pressed harder against yours, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. A soft, broken whimper escaped him, high and needy.
âF-fuck⊠oh my godââ he whined, voice cracking. âYouâre soâahhâ so fucking tight. I c-canât⊠hahââ
He pulled back just a little, slow and careful, only to push back in again. The drag was exquisite, that same burning stretch flaring up as your pussy clenched around his retreating cock, then blooming into heavy, throbbing pleasure when he sank back in. His hips stuttered, a desperate little jerk that made you both gasp.
Jakeâs face dropped to your neck, lips parted against your skin as another whimper slipped out, muffled and pathetic.
âS-so warm⊠so wetâmmhâ Iâm losing my fucking mind,â he moaned, the words shaky and interrupted by soft, breathy sounds. Every shallow thrust made him whine quietly, his voice raw with desperation. âBeen wanting this for s-so longâahh, fuckâ youâre squeezing me so good.â
His hips started moving in earnest nowâslow, deep rolls that dragged his cock along every sensitive inch inside you. The wet, slick sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room, obscene and filthy. Jake couldnât stop the sounds spilling from his throat. Every thrust pulled a new whimper or moan from him.
He braced himself on his forearms, hovering over you so he could watch your face. His eyes were glassy, lips swollen and parted as he panted.
âFeelsâ hahâ feels better than I imagined,â he whined, voice breaking on the last word. âYour pussy isâ mmhâ fucking perfect. So hot. So fucking tight around meâ oh godââ
You arched beneath him, nails digging into his back as another wave of burning pleasure shot through you when he ground his hips in a slow circle, pressing even deeper. The head of his cock nudged against that spot inside you, making your toes curl.
Jakeâs rhythm faltered, turning into desperate little thrusts as he buried his face in your neck again.
âIâmâ ahhâ Iâm trying to go slow but you feel too good,â he moaned, the words stuttering out between shaky breaths. âW-wanna stay buried in you foreverâ fuck, Iâm whining like a bitch but I c-canât stopâ hahâ pleaseââ
His hips snapped forward a little harder on the next thrust, pulling a sharp cry from you and a long, needy whimper from him. He was trembling, muscles tight, clearly fighting the urge to fuck you faster. Instead, he kept the pace torturously slow, letting you feel every thick inch stretching you open again and again.
He kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as he continued those deep, grinding thrusts. Between kisses, he kept whimpering against your mouth.
âYouâreâ mmhâ youâre dripping down my cock,â he whined, voice wrecked and desperate. âCan feel itâ ahhâ running down my balls. Youâre so fucking wet for meâ oh fuckââ
One of his hands slid down between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubbed it in slow, slick circles, matching the rhythm of his hips. The added stimulation made your pussy clamp down harder around him, and Jake let out a high-pitched moan that bordered on a sob.
âF-fuckâ! Donât do thatâ Iâm gonnaâ hahâ Iâm gonna lose it,â he whimpered, hips stuttering again as he fought to keep control. âWant to make you cum firstâ pleaseâ mmmhâ cum on my cock while Iâm stretching you like this.â
His thrusts stayed deep and deliberate, that constant burning stretch mixing with toe-curling pleasure every single time he bottomed out. Jakeâs whimpers and moans grew louder, more broken, as he rubbed your clit faster, his own desperation leaking into every shaky breath and needy sound.
Jakeâs hips rolled forward again in that same devastatingly slow rhythm, pushing every thick inch of his cock back into your soaked heat. The stretch was still there â that delicious, burning pull as your walls were forced to open around his girth. It wasnât painful anymore, but the intensity made your toes curl and your breath catch every single time he bottomed out.
You moaned softly beneath him, fingers digging harder into the muscles of his back. âJake⊠fuckâ youâre so deep,â you whispered, voice trembling. Your pussy fluttered around him involuntarily, squeezing his length as another wave of slick heat dripped down between you.
He whimpered against your neck, the sound broken and needy. âHahâ oh god, y-you keep clenching like that and Iâ mmhâ Iâm not gonna last,â he whined, hips stuttering for a moment before he forced them back into that torturously slow grind. âFeels too good⊠your pussy isâ ahhâ sucking me in. So hot. So fucking wet.â
You arched your back, pressing your breasts against his chest as you rolled your hips up to meet him. The movement made his cock drag against that perfect spot inside you, sending sparks shooting up your spine. A needy moan slipped from your lips, louder than you intended.
âDonât stop,â you breathed, one hand sliding up to grip the back of his neck, nails scraping lightly against his skin. âIâve wanted this for so long too⊠wanted to feel you stretching me open just like this.â
Jakeâs whole body shuddered at your words. He lifted his head to look at you, eyes glassy and desperate, lips parted as soft pants and whimpers kept falling from him. âY-yeah? You thought about me fucking you?â he moaned, voice cracking between words. âThought about my cock buried inside you while you were lying in here alone?â
He punctuated the question with a slow, deep thrust, grinding his hips in a tight circle when he was fully seated. The pressure against your cervix made your eyes flutter shut, a burning fullness spreading through your lower belly.
âYesâ fuckâ yes,â you gasped, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. âEvery night. Iâd touch myself thinking about you⊠mmh⊠hearing you through the wall and wishing youâd just come in here and take me.â
A high-pitched whine tore from Jakeâs throat. His fingers on your clit stuttered for a second before resuming those slow, slick circles. âF-fuck⊠youâre gonna kill me saying shit like that,â he whimpered, burying his face in your neck again. His hips kept moving in those long, dragging strokes â pulling almost all the way out until just the fat head of his cock stretched your entrance, then sinking back in so slowly you felt every vein, every ridge.
The burning sensation flared again with every re-entry, that perfect mix of slight sting and overwhelming pleasure that had your head spinning. Your juices coated him completely, making the slide wetter, filthier. You could hear it â the soft, obscene squelch every time he pushed inside.
You reached down between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock where he was sliding in and out of you. Jake moaned sharply at the contact, hips jerking.
âFeel how wet I am for you?â you murmured, voice husky. Your fingers got slick instantly as you stroked what little of him wasnât buried inside you. âAll this is because of you, Jake.â
He let out a pathetic little whine, trembling above you. âS-stopâ hahâ youâre making me throb so much,â he moaned, voice breaking. âI can feel it⊠feel how tight you are every time I push in. It burns a little when I stretch you, doesnât it? Tell me.â
You nodded quickly, biting your lip as another deep thrust made that exact burning stretch bloom again. âYesâ it burns so good. Youâre so thick⊠I can feel you opening me up. Donât stop. Please donât fucking stop.â
Encouraged, Jake shifted his weight, hooking one of your legs higher over his hip. The new angle let him sink even deeper. He whimpered loudly as he bottomed out again, the sound turning into a series of soft, desperate moans as he kept grinding.
âOh my godâ oh fuckâ youâre taking me so well,â he whined, hips stuttering in shallow little thrusts while staying pressed deep. âI c-canât believe this is real. Canât believe Iâm finally inside youâ ahhâ finally fucking the girl Iâve been obsessed with.â
You cupped his face, pulling him into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Tongues slid together slowly, matching the pace of his hips. Between kisses you kept whispering against his lips.
âHarder, Jake⊠I can take it. Want to feel you lose control a little.â
He moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. âTrying to be gentleâ mmhâ donât wanna hurt you. But fuckâ you feel so good I just wannaâ hahâ bury myself and never leave.â
Still, he gave you what you asked for. His next thrust was a little harder, a little deeper. The slap of skin was soft but audible. That burning stretch returned stronger, making you cry out softly into his mouth. Pleasure and slight discomfort twisted together until you couldnât tell where one ended and the other began â it just felt overwhelming.
Jakeâs fingers kept working your clit, faster now, slick and steady. Your pussy clamped down around him again and he let out a long, broken whimper.
âF-fuckâ youâre getting tighter. Are you close? Please tell me youâre closeâ I need to feel you cum on me,â he whined, voice cracking with desperation. His hips kept that slow, deep pace, but his breathing was ragged, little moans and gasps falling against your ear with every thrust.
âIâm so close,â you moaned, rolling your hips up to meet him. âJust like thatâ right thereâ oh god, Jakeââ
He kept the angle perfect, grinding against that spot inside you on every forward motion. The burning fullness mixed with the constant pressure on your clit had you shaking. Your thighs trembled around him. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your belly until it finally snapped.
You came hard, back arching off the bed as your pussy spasmed around his cock. A loud, shaky moan tore from your throat. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, making your vision blur at the edges. Your walls fluttered and squeezed him rhythmically, trying to pull him even deeper.
Jakeâs eyes rolled back, a high-pitched whine escaping him as he felt you cum.
âOh fuckâ oh my godâ youâre cummingâ youâre cumming on my cock,â he moaned, voice wrecked and stuttering. âIt feelsâ hahâ feels so good. So tightâ squeezing me so fucking hardâ ahhâ I canâtâ Iâmââ
He didnât pull out. Instead he kept thrusting through your orgasm, slow and deep, whimpering and moaning with every squeeze of your pussy. His own hips started losing rhythm, becoming more desperate.
You were still riding the aftershocks when you felt him start to throb inside you. His cock twitched hard, the burning stretch intensifying as he swelled even more.
âGonnaâ mmhâ gonna cum,â he whined, burying his face against your shoulder. âCan Iâ inside? Please let me fill you upâ I need itâ hahâ pleaseââ
âYes,â you gasped, still trembling, legs locked around him. âCum inside me, Jake. Fill me.â
That was all it took.
Jake let out a long, broken moan that turned into a series of pathetic whimpers as he came. His hips jerked erratically, pressing as deep as he could while thick ropes of cum spilled inside you. You could feel every pulse, every hot spurt painting your walls. The sensation was overwhelming â warmth spreading deep inside, mixing with your own wetness, some of it already leaking out around his cock.
He kept moving through it, slow, shallow thrusts as he rode out his orgasm, whimpering softly with every twitch of his cock. âF-fuck⊠so much⊠canât stop cumming,â he moaned, voice hoarse.
When he finally stilled, he collapsed on top of you, breathing hard. His cock was still buried deep, softening only slightly. You could feel his cum leaking slowly out of you, warm and messy.
For a long minute, the only sounds were your shared heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed as you both shifted.
Then Jake lifted his head, eyes soft and hazy as he looked at you. âThat was⊠Iâve never cum that hard in my life,â he whispered, voice still shaky. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, then your jaw, then your neck. âYou okay? Did I hurt you?â
You smiled, running your fingers through his messy hair. âIâm perfect. The stretch burned a little but it felt so good.â You clenched around him on purpose, making him whimper again. âStill feel you inside me⊠all that cum.â
Jake groaned â no, whined â burying his face in your neck once more. âYouâre gonna get me hard again saying stuff like that.â
You laughed softly, rolling your hips experimentally. His cock twitched inside you, already starting to thicken again.
âGood,â you murmured, kissing the side of his head. âBecause I wasnât kidding earlier. We have months of lost time to make up for.â
Jake lifted himself on his elbows, looking down at you with that same desperate, hungry expression. His hips gave a slow, testing roll, pushing his half-hard cock deeper into your cum-filled pussy.
âRound two already?â he whimpered, voice cracking with fresh arousal. âYouâre really gonna let me keep fucking you tonight?â
You pulled him down into another deep kiss, moaning softly when he started moving again â still slow, still savoring every inch.
âI want you to fuck me until neither of us can move,â you whispered against his lips.
Jakeâs answer was a needy little moan as he sank back into that slow, deep rhythm, the wet sounds of his cum being pushed in and out of you filling the room once more.
IN WHICH. . . tired of getting dumped by one guy after another, you decided to give dating apps a try. ittle do you know, you ended up matching with one of your classmates: nishimura riki. he's supposed to be a nerd, supposed to be someone who isn't worth looking at. but what you didn't expect was for him to have a strong dick game and most importntly, he's hiding something from you...something you didn't expect at all.
âââ boarding school au âȘâȘ smau + written nerd +camboy nishimura riki x fem! reader đ§ explicit mature content, classmates to lovers, poor attempt at humour, riki has piercings & tattoos here, unprotected sex, recording during sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), masturbation, fluff if you squint, angst with comfort, ignore timestamps.
playlist: touch myself - kwn, cyber sex - doja cat, when did you get hot - sabrina carpenter, how do i make you love me - the weekend.
The villa was an artistic blend of glass and wood, built on the edge of a cliff such that the infinity pool appeared to drain right into the ocean. Jay had gone above and beyond. In celebration of his birthday, he hired this piece of paradise and invited all of his loved onesâyour&his close friendsâand vowed to enjoy some escapade filled days.
The party was an eruption of noise and light. The music played on and on in the open plan living space, blending with the sound of crashing waves from below. Drinks were being poured, presents were opened with a childish excitement, youâd got him that vintage chain he had been eying, and the look he gave you made your chest tighten with happiness.
By 2AM, the whole group was in chaos with both karaoke singing and drunk stories going on. Heeseung was teaching ningning a difficult drinking game, while sunghoon and giselle were in the middle of a heated argument over nothing. At that very moment, jungwon was sleeping on the couch with a slice of cake lying on his stomach.
You and jay were at its very epicenter, crushed together on an enormous outdoor daybed, drunk to the bone and alive with the electricity between the two of you. His hand was possessively perched upon your thigh, while his thumb made lazy circles upon your bare skin. He was buzzed, his normally focused eyes glassy and his smile dangerous.
âHappy birthday, jayâ you whispered the hundredth time, tilting your face towards him and placing a kiss on his jaw. The salty flavor of his skin together with the taste of the alcohol on your lips was an erotic mix.
âMmmâ he hummed, pulling you even closer. âThe best one yet. With you here. The view.â He made vague gestures towards the inky blackness of the ocean, the silver path created by the moon in the water. âYou ought to be part of this view.â
Your face flamed, you attributed that to the rum.
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Finally, the lot dragged themselves to their own bedrooms. The goodbyes were messy and laced with pledges of breakfasts the morning after. You both made your way to the master bedroom, which was a large space with floor-to-ceiling windows opening out to a personal balcony facing the beach. The glass doors had been slid open already, letting in the crisp, salty air and the soothing sound of the waves.
You two were completely wasted. Not passed out drunk, but that state when everything feels intensified and the inhibitions are wafer thin.
Jay fell onto the king-sized bed, dragging you to lie on top of him. He let out a sigh, a happy one, as he buried his face into your neck. âDonât wanna sleepâ he murmured against your skin. âWant to stay in the moment.â
You laughed a breathless laugh, the laugh of a drunk person. âWe canât live in the moment forever, Jay. Sun will rise.â
âThen I want to see it with youâ he murmured in a raspy voice. His hands roamed down your back to hold your butt, moving your position until you were straddling his hips. âCome here.â
The kiss he placed on your lips was slow and deep, with the taste of the pricey liquor he had been consuming. He kissed you lazily, almost experimentally; the contrast between this and the wild party was huge. His one hand was now on your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as his other hand moved downward under the edge of your silk shorts.
"Jay" you whispered.
He hummed against your lips as his hands discovered the wet warmth between your thighs. Though you were drunk, you were conscious of every nerve that he touched. "So wet already for me" he said, a hint of his signature teasing tone in his voice. "Couldnât wait, could you?"
You shook your head, a pitiful whine coming from your mouth. "I've been thinking of this all nightâ you confessed, in such a small voice.
He smirked against your neck. "And now youve got me all to yourself." He pushed aside your underwear, sliding one finger deep within you with a wet squelch. It was slow and steady, his thumb circling around your clit in time with the languid thrust of his fingers. "Jesus, you're so tight" he whispered, reverence clear in his voice.
It was all too much. The alcohol had made you vulnerable, everything felt intensified. The way he curled his fingers, finding that special spot inside you, made you see stars. You bit your lip to hold back a moan, knowing the rest of the groupâthe other guys, your friendsâwere only a few doors away.
He noticed. Of course he did.
"Uh-uhâ he warned in a hushed tone, his voice turning dangerously seductive. "Don't do that." He sped up, his fingers moving in and out of you, a wet rhythm that was hard to ignore. "I wanna hear you."
"Jay, they'll hearâ"
"So what?" he said, his eyes dancing with a mischief. "Let them. OrâŠ" He stopped mid-motion, withdrawing his hand momentarily, before pulling it out of you. You cried out at the withdrawal, but were cut off when he lifted you off him and turned around to move out to the balcony.
The ocean spread out in front of you, vast and dark. The cool night air caressed your hot skin. The sound of the waves crashing against the beach was deafeningly loud, but somehow soothing and dangerous at the same time.
"Everyone should see you in the open" Jay panted, and his voice dripped with lust. His arms circled your waist and he kissed you just under your ear. "Right here. Under the moonlight. In my company. What do you think ? Think the ocean can hear how good Im making you feel?"
He turned you to face him and pressed you up against the cold rail of the glass fence. His hands moved to undo the knot of your shorts and tugged them off along with your panties. The coarse material falling to your feet reminded you of what was going on as he picked you up and your legs wrapped around his waist.
It was an outrageous position. Warm breeze was caressing your exposed core, and you knew that you were vulnerable. The building was set back, but still, you could hear someone laughing from an open window downstairsâsunghoon and heeseung must have been still awake. It didn't matter where someone would look at.
"Was that what you wished for?" he whispered huskily, removing his own sweatpants. His tip brushed against your entrance without going inside, just teasing.
"Jay, pleaseâ" you begged, drunk on him, on the alcohol, on the recklessness of it all.
He slammed into you in one swift and deep thrust. You screamed from the sheer sensation of being filled by him and couldnât control yourself until his hand clamped over your mouth, palm against your lips.
"Shh" he said softly and wickedly, "We wouldn't want our neighbors to hear us, would we? Unless you want them to" He began pulling himself out almost completely and penetrated back inside deeply. The motion became rhythmic with the cold glass pressing into your back and his body heat against yours.
Your muffled screams were cut off by his hand with each penetration causing you to choke slightly and scream again in pleasure. The fear of getting caught by either sunghoon or heeseung coming out onto their balconies and finding you in this position mixed together with the sheer pleasure of it, creating a heady cocktail that pushed you closer and closer to the edge. It was messy, the angles awkward but perfect, your slickness made every slide obscenely wet.
"You like that, don't you?" he whispered seductively, his voice strained with his own pleasure. "Like the thought of being seen in this way. All mine. Coming apart."
Your head shook violently, but not out of any disbelief â out of pure desperation. The tears welled up in the corners of your eyes because of the power of the moment. Your body was humming with pleasure, and everything you were hearing was just noise â it was all about the feeling of him inside of you, his hand smothering your mouth and the fear of being caught.
He felt you tightening around him, your walls fluttering. A broken sob escaped your lips, and he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.
"That's it" he breathed, his pace increasing. "Let go. Cum for me baby"
And you did. The climax hit you with the force of a crashing wave, so intense that it took away your breath. You arched off the cool surface of the glass, body shaking violently as you fought for sound. But his hand came down harder on your mouth, blocking the broken cries that escaped your mouth. He cursed beneath his breath, stringing curses together in a barely audible mutter, while your orgasm brought him to his. He plunged into you, releasing himself with a hoarse moan that he smothered against your neck, body shuddering violently as he rode out his high.
There was silence for some time, except for the sound of the crashing waves and your heavy breathing. His grip on you relaxed, and you slumped against him, completely limp. He slowly pulled out of you, gently pulling your shorts up again.
"Fuck" he murmured, breaking into a chuckle. You were still gasping for air, your forehead leaning on yours. "That wasâŠ."
"Reckless" you added hoarsely. A crazy giggle escaped your chest. "Absolutely reckless."
He smiled, a glint of his typical boyishness showing through the haze of drunkenness. "The best way to spend my birthday" he kissed the end of your nose.
He picked you up and brought you back inside, walking a little wobbly, and put you down in bed. He took a cloth and wiped you off, carefully, with such care that it pained your heart. By the time he crawled into bed beside you, pulled you into his arms and tucked you under the covers, you were already half asleep.
After a bit. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Happy birthday, baby"
He was already asleep, a soft snore escaping his lips. And as you drifted off, the sound of the ocean filling the room, you thought this was the best present you could have possibly given him. Not the necklace, not the party.
sweetbf!jungwon who one night, had a dinner with his friends. unfortunately for him, they decided that tonight was the perfect time to tease on your relationship. jake teased him, saying âi bet your relationship is so vanilla, you probably donât even fuck her right.â jungwon let out an exaggerated sigh, hearing everyone around him laugh. âare you sure they even get intimate? won is too nerdy.â sunghoon adds, completely serious despite the smile on his lips. oh, they were so wrong.
sweetbf!jungwon who tells you about the dinner. he awkwardly laughed, remembering every bit. you on the other hand, were not completely amused. you grabbed his hand, dragging him to your room and shoving him on the bed. you even grabbed his phone, setting it down and pressed record. âweâll show them how vanilla we are.â
sweetbf!jungwon who fucked you doggy style, your face buried into the soft pillow while the headboard aggressively smacked against the wall with every deep thrust. your toes curled into the sheets, the thrusting so intense you began to moan even louder. he was so balls deep in you, he didnât even know he could go this far. or how your ass slapped against his hips aggressively, the view to him was the most ethereal heâs ever seen.
sweetbf!jungwon who didnât expect the sudden switch when you crawled on top, his wet cock still in you as you fucked yourself. jungwon soothed you with his hands in your hips, but it didnât last long before you picked up the pace. your hands pushed on his chest, moving your hips smoothly. his hands traveled up to your tits, squeezing them together, pinching at the sensitive buds. âwonniee, iâm gonna cum again!â you moaned. he whined at your words before you released all over him.
sweetbf!jungwon who preferred you always missionary. to see your beautiful face, and the faces you make while his fucked out cock still drilled into you, was the best thing ever. he chased your mouth again, kissing you deep and sloppy as his hips kept an intimate rhythm. you both had even forgotten that the camera was still rolling.
sweetbf!jungwon who fell asleep after having the most worked up sex ever. he slept on your chest, snoring quietly while you grabbed his phone and opened up his group chat. you selected the video and trimmed it, couldnât help but giggle as it went through. minutes later, the chat came alive with on going messages, some praise, some jealousy. you loved your sweet boyfriend, and you hoped everyone would know that!
SUMMARY: Sunghoon longs for you, his childhood friend, in a way that some might call peculiar. He likes to pick fights, he likes to see you mad. And the thing with Sunghoon is that he just doesnât know when to quit his teasing, especially if it means more attention from you. It gets to a point in the night, though, when thatâs all you're begging him to do.
PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 8k+
GENRE: childhood!friend to lovers, smut, some angst, fluff, some toxic themes
WARNINGS: mdni, nsfw, porn with some plot ig, unprotected sex, drunk sex (both parties), dom!Sunghoon, mean!Sunghoon, tease!Sunghoon, slight exhibitionism, emotional constipation, jealousy, dacryphilia, desperate af, clothed sex, saliva, biting, hoon bicep, big dick, just straight up freaky lowkey i don't know what got into me, lmk if i missed anything
A/N: this sunghoon photoshoot literally rose me from the dead. that's how impactful this shit was. and iâm not gonna lie, this was written out of pure lust. i lowkey cooked. enjoy.
Sometimes Sunghoon likes to be misunderstood.Â
Like when heâs walking down the street, and people start blatantly staring at him as if heâs unable to sense their longing gazes.
He enjoys how naive people think he is about his own attractiveness.Â
Or when they assume heâs lost in his own world, eyes unfocused, but heâs actually way too deep in thought. Formulating escape plans during parties on the most efficient way to sneak away without having to say goodbye to 15 people.
Itâs easier for others to think they know him better than he knows himself, that they can just fill in the blanks.
He especially likes it when people incorrectly assume that you two are dating. Childhood friends who bicker like a jaded couple. A satisfying assumption, in his opinion.
But when you come into those conversations, you often have to clarify that Sunghoon isnât anyone special. Heâs just one of three of your childhood friends. Growing up in the same neighborhood, families who go on trips together. He has to pretend like heâs not disappointed when you mention the others.
Jake and Jay.
How could he forget?
âThey're all like brothers to me,â you would say, rubbing salt into the gaping wound of his heart.Â
If Sunghoon were more open, he'd tell the truth.
He is a greedy, greedy man.
And he only likes misunderstandings when it comes to him and you. So when he walks into Jayâs apartment, heart racing to see you, he is met with a disgruntling scene.
Youâre there sitting next to Jake on the couch, Sunghoon having to drop down into the nearby armchair because he arrived a little too late. There was no room left to sit next to you.
But it doesnât matter anyway.Â
The two of you barely spare him a glance, just muttering a quick âheyâ before getting back into your conversation. What could possibly be that interesting?
Why not ask him about his modeling gig? How the photoshoot even went?
Sunghoon sits there, in his slightly cropped teal tank top and distressed jeans. He knows he looks fucking good. Why is no one saying anything to him?
No, instead youâre engrossed in chatting with Jake. Fucking Sim Jaeyun. Does he have a modeling gig? Nope.
It pisses Sunghoon off because he knows that if a stranger were to walk in and see you two, theyâd assume you were dating. But remember: Sunghoon only likes misunderstandings of that nature if it's between you two.
Heâs not big on public displays of affection, never has been. Itâs a problem of his. The stereotypical boy who acts all mean with the girl he likes (you).Â
In fact, he remembers being quite a shitty kid.Â
Used to tug on your pigtails, stealing your hair ties so he could wear them on his wrists later as a keepsake. Used to playfight with you until bruises would litter his knees from your harsh kicks.
As you two grew up, he quelled this weird addiction to seeing you pouty with him until it settled into a subtle lull. No, now, he'd much rather fluster you with his teasing words than physical afflictions.
Yet Sunghoon can't help the way his eye twitches when Jake inches just a little too close for comfortâin a way that Sunghoon desperately wishes he could do.Â
Jake is kind. Jake is sweet. Jake probably has good intentions. But the distance between you two leaves a lot to be interpreted and it was making Sunghoon fester in his own misunderstandings.
If Jake wasn't manspreading, Sunghoon could probably squeeze in between you two. If Jay bought a velvet couch that could fit more than three small children, maybe he could sit even more comfortably by your side. But no. His friends are idiots.Â
Except you, of course.
âMoney management is key, [Y/N],â Jake continues in his boring spiel. âAm I guilty of buying overpriced hoodies? Yes! But you don't need to go to PopMart all the timeââ
âYes, I do!â you interrupt.Â
If Sunghoon listened well enough, he'd realize how mundane this conversation truly was. Just you trying to get counseled on your horrid spending habits, on how to be more frugal.Â
He would probably have given better advice than the guy who has a ridiculous snapback collection wasting away in his room. But right now he's distracted because Jake's arm is cast over the cushion behind your backâjust a step below having his arm around you, in Sunghoonâs warped opinion.
His dark brows furrow in contemplation. He recalls confronting Jake once before that he pushes physical boundaries a little too much. Elbows casually resting on others, practically hugging people from behind regardless of who they were.Â
Still cozying up to girls who he had no romantic interests toward. Like you, who Sunghoon very much had romantic interests toward.
A grade school crush that developed into a puppy love and morphed into a disgusting possessiveness akin to lust. Oh, how he misses how innocently he looked at you without wondering how you'd sound splayed out underneath him. But with adulthood comes adult intentions. And right now, he feels very much so that Jake carries the same ones with how he touches you so unabashedly.
Though, if Sunghoon were to voice this all out loud, any sane person would say heâs overreacting, given that all Jake did was grab your wrist to tilt your phone closer to him.
âYou spent that much on food this month?!â Jake gawks and you shoot him a glare, silently and daringly asking him to repeat himself.
âYou saying that I eat too much?â you feign anger.
âNo,â Jake repents, all flustered. âYou know I didnât mean it that wayââ
âOh my gosh,â you gasp, teasing him so. âThat's so fucked up Jake.â
The puppy-like boy gasps. âWhy would you ever think I'd say that to youââ
Sunghoon just tries to tune out of the conversation completely.Â
âDon't tease Jake,â he thinks to himself. That's something you do with him.Â
If Sunghoon were more open, he would just tell you these things. Maybe even tell Jake to scoot the fuck back and away from his girl (who isn't really his girl).Â
But again, Sunghoon remains calm because he likes to come off as disciplined and charming and not at all insane about the way his friends since birth interact with each otherâ
âDude?â Jake calls out, waving his hand to get Sunghoon's attention. When he doesn't respond, both Jake and you snort out a laugh. âZoning out per usualâŠâ
When Sunghoon hears the sweet lilting of your chuckle, his head jolts, eyes refocusing as they fall back into your eyes. Your beautiful eyes. It calms the anger that bubbles in his soul. But not enough to stop the bite of his next words.
âHow can you still spend money on food when I'm the one buying all your meals?â Sunghoon chimes in with a bored tone, prepared for the glare that you throw in his direction.
That's what you get for ignoring him since he came here, when he was all dressed up too.
âExcuse me?âÂ
Sunghoon makes that stupid noise he likes to do, the one where he sounds like a congested grandpa.
âMaybe we should look at my card statements to see how much you've drained out of my wallet this month, [Y/N]~â
Jake laughs, shaking his head at the back and forth. Here you guys go againâŠ
âStop offering to pay then, bozo!â you huff, voice raising slightly. Sunghoon just shakes his head, amused.
You know he could never do that, right?
It was one of the few things he had over Jake and Jay. Late-night convenience store snacks, coffee runs, and sweet treats. All on his card. He spoiled you relentlessly, even if he holds those supposed acts of kindness over your head.
Sunghoon just can't help it. You look so cute angry.
He stares at you, wearing that lazy smile he always has on when he's about to say something meant to drive you crazy. In more ways than one.Â
âYou're broke,â Sunghoon states plainly. Mockingly too. âIâm doing a good deed to help out the less fortunate, you know? Increasing my karmaâŠâ
You bare your teeth at him.Â
If Jake was known to take his physical affection too far, Sunghoon was known for his fighting words even more so.
âNo need,â you huff out, ego bruised. âI donât need you. Jake's got me. Right, Jake?!â
Jake's about to say no, but Sunghoon scoffs on his behalf. Hurt that you'd even suggest that.
âHe is unemployedââÂ
Jake raises his hands in confusion, eyes wide. âMan, why are you dragging me into thisââ
âDinner's ready!â Jay yells through the kitchen wall. âStop arguing!â
Jay had promised you all a new steak and pasta recipe he'd been perfecting for the past few days. It was standard procedure to let him have the kitchen all to himself. And not disturb him.
âDo we wanna eat in the living room or at the dining table?!â Jay calls out again.
âBring the food over,â you screech back, ignoring Sunghoonâs sulking figure in the armchair. âI'm too lazy to get up.â
âOf course,â the usually stoic boy cuts in, eyes darting toward you with a cheeky smile. âThatâs just so like you, isnât it?â
You glower; the side-eye you give him would be lethal if you werenât so endearing. Sunghoonâs mouth spreads into an even wider grin. An addict, truly.Â
âJay, you need help or nah?â Jake asks loudly, standing up and into the kitchen, blissfully unaware of how Sunghoon watches you like a wolf. When he leaves, and you're left alone together, your silent treatment ensues.
That doesnât stop Sunghoon from standing up and taking Jakeâs place on the tiny couch. His thigh presses against yours, closer than he usually gets.Â
Physical touch.Â
He can do this much, especially now that you think Jake could ever replace him.
âShow me your bank account,â Sunghoon pries, feeling the FOMO even deeper from the conversation he didnât take part in earlier. âI wanna see~â
You pass him another disgruntled look, scooting away.
âWhy?â you mutter. âYouâre just gonna judge me anyway. No thanks.â
You scroll through your phone, head lying on the couch's velvety armchair, paying no mind to his awkward expression.
Did he go too far? Why, yes! Sunghoon tends to.
âI wonât, I promise.â He purses his lips when you donât budge. He tries to take a peek at your phone, and you turn away just in time. He sucks in his teeth.
â...Why are you acting all secretive?â
No response.
âI'm pretty good with money, you know? Better than Jake at leastâŠâ
Nothing again.
âAnd I can help you open an investment account right now too. You know, I like investing and all thatâŠâ
Crickets. That was a lie anyway.
He pokes your side. You push him away.
Okay fine. Fuck you too.
âDonât tell me,â Sunghoon fakes a gasp. âIs it âcause your account is in the negatives?â
Sorry. He canât help it.
You sit up straight at his accusation, eyes staring daggers into the small smirk that forms on his lips.
âWhy are you being so fucking rude?â you snap, arms crossed. âYou've been quiet since you got here and only speak up when you get the chance to say something mean. What the hell is your problem today?â
If Sunghoon were more openâlike youâhe'd tell you the truth. That he was quiet because he didn't feel included. That he's more mad at Jake than he is at you. That he just likes to see you frustrated with him because it makes the moments where he makes you happy all the more rewarding.Â
Because after this stupid hangout with Jay and Jake, he's already planning to offer you a drive home with a detour to your favorite ice cream place. Heâll pay, because he always does. And then heâll get to see those small crinkles around your eyes when you get one of the seasonal flavors in a waffle cone with a towering two scoops.Â
Sunghoon's heart warms from just imagining that scenario alone, but he continues to push your buttons. He doesnât feel like youâve given him enough of your time just quite yet.
âAm I rude?" He asks mischievously, lips turned up in a sly smile. âOr are you just being sensitive?â
He might be a sadist, really. But he'll think a little more deeply about that another day.
You stand up in front of Sunghoon, so quick with your movements that he wasnât even able to blink before you put him into a headlock. Just like when you were children.
âStop being an asshole!â You grumble, squeezing your arms a little more to knock the wind out of his throat. âYouâre stinky freaking attitude is why youâre perpetually singleââ
Sunghoon chokes and struggles, but the adrenaline in his body remembers that he's an athlete. He lifts you by your thighs, taking you down onto the couch and prying your claws off of his bare skin.Â
He pretends not to feel a rush of pressure pool within his groin at the digging of your nails as they itch his neck. He hopes he can still see the red marks when he checks in the mirror later.
Sunghoon's hands wrap around your wrists, lifting them above your head. He looks down, surprised even by himself at how swiftly he reacts. But he isn't given enough time to process because you start kicking him on his abdomen.
âYou know that doesn't hurt, right?â He laughs, thick brows wiggling on his features. âAnd why bring up my relationship status?â
âThereâs no relationship status to bring up, you lonely piece ofââ
Sunghoon continues to chuckle as you miss a kick to his crotch.Â
His girl. So entertaining.Â
Another kick lands on his shins. But his muscles were already sore from the gym last night. Any pressure against them now just felt like a jab of a massage gun.
You groan out in frustration. âWhy the fuck is your body resistant to pain? Do you take steroids or somethingââ
âHell no!â He grimaces, genuinely irritated. âAll natural by the waââ
âYou shouldn't even be fighting back. You're the one in the wrong!â
He scoffs, grip tightening. Sunghoonâs face morphs into a mocking pout, eyes squinted ever so slightly.
âSorry, baby, should I just have let you choke me out?â
And those words cause you both to still. Eyes on each other like two deer caught in headlights. Sunghoonâs suddenly more aware now. Of how your shirt is riding up, tummy ever so slightly exposed. Of how your feet are planted at his sides, grazing his tank top. Of how he can envision himself fitting in between the warmth of your thighs so perfectly.
Fuck.
Sunghoon lets go because he likes to think of himself as a decent man, and peels off of you. He grabs a throw pillow, placing it on his tightening sweats. A misunderstanding.Â
He could just play it off as another misunderstanding.Â
Still, you sit up in shock. Where the hell did that come from?
And it was almost perfect timing, the way Jake and Jay walk through the kitchen door with plates of mouthwatering food in their hands.Â
âWhoâs hungry?!â And when neither of you respond to Jay, he eyes you two suspiciously.Â
âI told you guys to stop fighting at my place,â Jay sighs, obviously not having heard the last few words that Sunghoon blurted out. âItâs like every day with you twoâŠâ
The boys set down the plates on the coffee table, and Jake goes back into the kitchen to grab utensils.
âHe started itââ But your voice trails off when you realize how kiddish you sound.Â
âThen learn how to end it, [Y/N],â Jay grumbles, taking a seat on the armchair that Sunghoon was sulking in just moments before. âYou know he likes getting a reaction out of you. You just gotta ignore him sometimes. I know I do.â
Meanwhile, Sunghoon is trying to ignore something too. His raging hard-on. Heâs trying his very best.
Naked grandma. Naked grandma. Naked grandmaâ
Jake walks back in, forks and knives in one hand and a bottle of wine on the other.
âDid we wanna crack this open tonight?â
Jay throws up an âOKâ sign with one hand, adjusting the plates so he could take a proper photo with his phone.
âCan't,â you say, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with the statuesque boy next to you. âI got work in the morning.â
And just like that, Sunghoon snaps out of his stupor. Ice cream! Yes! You with a waffle cone. He needs to make it up to you. For being mean or whatever you called him.
âI can take you home.â
You gawk. Did he forget the hydrogen bomb he just dropped on you earlier? Like hell would you let him take you home.
But Jake beats you to a reply.
âBro, don't tell me youâre not drinking either?!â Jake complains, popping open the wine bottle and chugging it straight from the lip. He holds it out to Sunghoon, egging him on to take a sip.
âYou can all just stay over,â Jay sighs, standing up to get actual wine glasses to avoid Jake's nasty backwash. â[Y/N] can sleep on the couch and you two take the guestroom. I can wake you up in time for work.â
Wow, was chivalry dead? He didnât even bother to offer to give you his room instead.
You roll your eyes, trying to speak up. âYou know peer pressure isââÂ
âYou made me take four shots with you at the club last week,â Jake chimes in, calling your bullshit from a mile away. He tilts the bottle to you as his new target. âNow, chug.â
You scoff, but your hand does reach out for the wine anyway. Lord knows you need it after what just transpired.Â
Sunghoon sees how your fingers would have inadvertently touched Jake's if he let that happen, though. So it only makes sense that he grabs the wine before you even get the chance, right?Â
He lifts the bottle into his mouth, uncaring of how much red liquid rushes down his throat. How could he ever let you touch Jake with the same wrists he held down just minutes before?
Of course, there was no way you would let Sunghoon take the drink that was meant for you, either. Did he think you were too weak to take that swig of pathetic wine? Please.
You grab the bottle from his clutches and match the gulps you witnessed him do.
You two tug the bottle away from each other, just taking turns downing the red liquid, lacking consideration for your other friends who also wanted to get wasted tonight.Â
âYou two need an intervention,â Jake sighs, disappointed but not surprised.
When Jay walks back in with four glasses in his hands, he looks on in disgust that there were maybe five sips left in the bottle for him to drink from. And droplets of red wine wiped over his velvet cream couch.
âJust unsanitary," he mutters under a low breath. "All of you.â
â
It's not a surprise that one wine bottle turns into two and then it turns into three, and then it turns into Jay needing to get carried to the warmth of his bed by Jake and Sunghoon.Â
Youâre unsure if you should really believe Jay when he says he can wake you up on time.
And because Jake is always sleepy, he stumbles onto the guestroom bed with very little resistance. Though Sunghoon was supposed to join him, he turns off the overhead light of the living room and sits still on the couch instead. He waits for you in his drunken bliss to come back from the bathroom.Â
Ice cream, ice creamâŠÂ
Should he still offer to take you?
You stumble out, all buzzed and smiley. Until your eyes meet his. Now you're frowning all over again.
âYou,â you say, wagging an accusing finger at him.
He tilts his head up to yours, one eye open, adjusting to the dim lighting.
âWhat?â he asks, more giggly than he means to sound. But he can't help it with how adorable you look, and you can't help how his teasing face makes your blood boil a little harder.
âWhy'd you call me that earlier?âÂ
His brows furrow.
âCall you what?â
âYou know,â you press, now a bit more self-conscious. âThat.â
Sunghoon shakes his head. Genuinely, he forgot. He canât hold his liquor.Â
None of you can.
âBaby, you're gonna have to tell me directlyââ
âTHAT!â you scream, and Sunghoon brings his finger to his lips, signaling you to quiet down.Â
âYou did it again!â You cry, ignoring his silent plea.Â
And it finally clicks to him then what you mean.
âAhhhh,â Sunghoon breathes out in that low voice of his. âBabyâŠâ
He sees you shudder, chewing the inside of your cheek. He can see it written all over your face. How affected you are.
âStop it,â you gnaw, eyes darting away from him.
And the thing with Sunghoon is that he gets braver with alcohol, but he doesn't get any less infuriating. He reaches a hand out, fingers barely dancing around your wrist. He looks up again, gauging your reaction, eyes low and dark.
âDidn't like it?âÂ
He continues to hover.Â
You shake your head.
âWords,â he mumbles lowly. âTry using them.â
And you don't know why the condescension in his tone knocks the wind out of your lungs.
âI-itâs not thatââ you stumble, unsure if the man sitting in front of you was the same Sunghoon youâve been irritated by for years. He doesnât realize how hard it is for you to get a word out when his hand starts ghosting its way up your forearm. âIt's justâŠâÂ
His index finger treads lightly on the goosebumps of your skin.Â
âWhy?â you ask again.
His gaze wanders down the softness of your body. Just a simple white shirt and gray shorts. So casual compared to the get-up he has on.Â
âBecauseâŠâ He trails off, unable to form a coherent thought. â...Because you are, aren't you?â
His hand wraps around your arm, tugging you onto the taut expanse of his thighs. Sunghoonâs other hand hooks your chin, facing you toward him. Quicker than when you put him in a headlock.
His lips ghost over yours, on the precipice of touching.Â
âA baby,â he mumbles, a small groan bubbling at the back of his throat. He leans in a little closer. A devilish smile adorns his face.
âMy baby,â he adds cheekily.
Your mouth opens slightly, eyelids low as you nod against your better judgement. The haze of pinot noir and the feel of his cool touches get the best of you.
Good, he thinks to himself. He's had a change of heart. Sunghoon guesses that he actually does hate misunderstandingsâespecially if theyâve prevented him all this time from seeing this fucked out expression on your face.
âHoonââ you whimper, feeling the growing tent of his length press against the underside of your thighs. His head falls slowly into the crook of your neck, burying into your hair as he inhales your scent deeply. So fucking sweet.
âYeah, baby?â he mutters onto your skin, adjusting you on his lap so that your thighs encase his. Hours ago you were on this couch with Jake, showing him your bank account and giggling over your bad budgeting habits. Letting Sunghoon watch from the cuck chair in the corner of the room with barely any input.Â
That cloudy memory alone is all it takes for him to get riled up again.
Sunghoon's hands perch perfectly on your ass, giving an experimental squeeze.Â
âFuck,â you groan, forehead meeting his. âI-I don't think this is a good idea.â
He pulls you in closer, eyes digging into yours. Â
Despite your protests, your fingers weave their way into his hair, giving him that sweet, sharp sting that he felt on his neck when you were prying off him earlier.Â
âWhat is?â he responds teasingly. He doesnât realize how flushed he looks under you right now, cheeks red and hair tousled from your fingertips. Mouth parted with that canine of his peeking through.Â
You let out a small noise again when your hips grind down to meet his bulge. He feels big. Fuck he's probably really fucking bigâ
Your eyes roll back at the thought, pressing down on him a bit more. The rough texture of his pants provides an extra layer of ecstasy.
âWe're both fucked up right now, Hoon. Iââ Grind. âGodââ Lift. âDon't thinkââ Down. âWe shouldââ Press.
âMmm,â he hums back, unable to even respond as you continue your small nudges against his bulge. How could he when you were soaking up his jeans? Just so fucking wet.
âIt's okay, baby,â he mumbles, the soft grip on your ass doing very little with how frantic your thrusts against him were getting. âStop whenever you want to.â
And to think, he was going to make up for all the harsh words and misplaced anger with ice cream. Screw that waffle cone.Â
This was so much sweeter.
âI was too mean today, right?â he mutters into your ear, lips pressing against the shell. âYou were gonna give me the silent treatment, hm?â
You groan in frustration. Why even now was he making fun of you and letting you do all the work? Why is he always so god damn annoying?
But it's like you couldn't stop. Because stronger than the alcohol was the desire to feel him.Â
Just as much as Sunghoon liked to be misunderstood, you liked to overthink. In the many years that youâd known him, you took the teasing and bickering as markers of incompatibility.Â
You always felt like the men you knew usually treat the girls they like with an air of fragility. When Jay likes a girl, heâs shy and gentle, the type of guy to bring flowers to each subsequent date. Jake gets all clingy, starts hobbies he never liked before just so a girl with the same ones could like him back.Â
And Sunghoon⊠Has he ever really liked anybody?
You fought so much; you were sure he didnât like you at all. Just tolerated you because you grew up together.
You convinced yourself that he probably preferred someone sweeter, more docile. Cute and quiet who can match his sometimes aloof energy. Not like you now.
Frantic. Desperate. Not even able to suppress that desire the same way youâve tried for the past few years. Yes, you have feelings for him. And you never thought that he could ever feel the same way back. Or at least lust for you the same way back.
Your unfiltered desire only grows as your clit continues to rub against the sweet fabric of your shorts, against the sweet rigidity of his hard-on.Â
And though you keep blabbering all dumb about how bad of a fucking idea this is, you couldn't help but keep rocking desperately against him.Â
Needy.Â
So fucking needy.Â
If Sunghoon were more open, he'd have blurted out how much he fucking loves you right then and there. But he figures it would be a lot more romantic when he actually asks you out.Â
Right now, it was about his carnal desires. Pent up after years of longing, after years of sharing your attention with two stupid boys who could never get the hint. That it should just be Sunghoon and you forever.Â
That it should just be you fucking yourself onto Sunghoon without interruption until the end of time.
You tilt his head up, forcing him to meet your gaze once more. And you bring your face closer and closer as your hips jut forward faster and faster.
âC-can I kiss you?â you ask, words fumbling. It comes out so pathetically that you almost wake up from your drunken daze. But it only pulls Sunghoon in closer.Â
He nods along, unable to form any words through the crazed thoughts swimming through his head.
You never needed to ask, he thinks to himself. You could do it whenever you want, whenever you liked. If you really wanted, his mouth could be just as much yours as it is his.Â
You smash your wine-stained lips against his with little decorum, mouths squelching against each other at a feverish pace.Â
It's disgusting, how he sucks your tongue into his parted lips, how saliva drips down between the two of you and onto the teal fabric of his tank top. So fucking disgusting that you tug him even closer, suffocating yourselves from the lack of oxygen.Â
Your hands leave his hair, gripping his pale biceps as Sunghoon starts to bounce you on his covered cock.Â
Finally!Â
Finally he's helping.Â
You love the way he devours you whole, how his hips come up to roll against your ruined shorts.Â
Never in a million years did Sunghoon think that he'd get this far.
He assumed he'd die with these feelings for you forever, given how scared he was to ruin a friendship built with two others involved. But it didn't matter now, with you screaming into his mouth, your feet planted on the couch to give you a much better angle against him.
âMore,â you whimper, a wad of saliva connecting the two of you. âFuck, I want moreââ
A boyish grin tinges Sunghoonâs reddened face.
âI thought this was a bad idea?â he slurs, the grip on your bum now teetering dangerously close to your waistband.
âShut up,â you grumble, diving back into his smart mouth. You tug at his belt, his jeans, and then his boxers. Impatient.
Just enough for his dick to be let free, for it to slap against his clothed abdomen. He pulls back, mouth falling open as his hand comes up to your waist.
âLook,â he whispers, forehead pressing against yours once more to guide your eyes to your laps.Â
His cock, standing tall and weeping with pre-cum. Your shorts, damp and sticking to your labia like glue.
âUnhygienic,â he mumbles airily, laughing to himself at how pissed Jay would be now if he knew how badly you two were about to soil the couch.Â
You nod in agreement, hand shakily grabbing his thickness.Â
Big and girthy. Meaty like the rest of him.Â
God, he'd be perfect if he wasn't so fucking rude all the timeâ
âAhââ Sunghoong groans, thumb finding the outline of your engorged clit at the center of your shorts. He's returning the favor as the pad of his finger circles deliciously on your clothed bud of nerves.Â
Your mouth falls open from both the pleasure and the sight, unable to look away as his dick leaks out a little more. You couldn't resist it, your left hand coming up to meet your right.Â
You stroke him up and down, collecting his liquid as it dribbles out. Still, there was more of him that your fingers couldn't reach.Â
"Nghââ
His deep grunts are like music to your ears. Messy.Â
Even messier than you.
But maybe you speak too soon. Because his thumb finds its way underneath your tight pair of shorts. Underneath the soaked granny panties you wear when there's no one to impress.
Skin on skin, it's euphoric to feel his fingers instead of having to just imagine them. He brings his index finger down to drag against your folds. And you find some sense to mask your hungry moan with his plump lips. You gnaw at him, your pace on his cock quickening as he slides a digit in.Â
And then another.Â
It's easy when you get this wet for him.Â
He pistons into you, tongue lapping at the roof of your mouth, his other hand moving up to palm at your clothed tit.
BANG.
âFUCK I NEED TO PISSââ
You two hear the loud bang of a door opening, and Sunghoon, with the reflexes of a superhero, drags you down to lie on the couch with him.Â
It takes everything in you not to scream as his palm comes up to cover your mouth, fingers digging deeper into your tight crevice from the sudden movement.Â
âFuck,â Sunghoon whispers, nipping the lobe of your ear to soothe himself.
Your back is against his chest, his legs encasing yours as Jake trots past the darkness of the living room and into the bathroom. The two of you are holding your breath, a tear forming at the corner of your eye; the ache of his two fingers prodding you open was getting the best of you.
Sunghoon releases the palm over your mouth, instead guiding it to your chin to look back at him. His digits give a slight push inside you.
âMmphââ you suppress your moans, biting your lip so hard, you think it could draw blood.
âHm?â Sunghoon smiles against your skin. âWhat's wrong?â
âHoonââ you mewl, his fingers curling up as his palm grinds against your clit. âH-he might hearââ
God, don't ever mention another 'he' again unless it's him.
âThen be quiet,â Sunghoon interrupts meanly, mouthing against your cheek and peppering kisses by your ear.
It's impossible, you think to yourself, when he starts to pump his fingers in and out. Rubbing the sweet sponginess you usually can't reach with just your fingers alone.Â
Fuck.
He's big everywhere.
âPlease, Hoon,â you cry, not quite sure what you're begging for. âJake's gonna seeââ
And Sunghoon's eyes could rival that of a black hole with how dark they get.
If Sunghoon were a more open man, he'd stop working himself up out of pure jealousy. But alas, he's very much a closed-off individual.
âShould we show him?â he mumbles, nipping the underside of your jaw. âShould Jake see how good I make you feel?â
And though your gummy walls flutter around his unforgiving pace just a little more from the suggestion, you shake your head furiously.Â
âNoooo,â you whine shamelessly, a third finger of his pushing inside of your drenched warmth. âYouâFuckâ I only want you.â
And Sunghoon's heart blooms with pride. All the envy, all the unnecessary resentment he had against his friends. It didn't matter in that split second.
You choose him. You want him. And even though it's physical for now. He'll make sure he can fuck you good enough for it to be romantic too.
âRight answer,â he says, catching your lips again. He shimmies your panties off from behind, and you shudder as the underside of his cock meets the snug crevice of your ass.
You hear the flush of the toilet go off, but it doesn't stop Sunghoon from sliding his cock under and forward, his mushroom tip coming up to meet your clit. Your mouth falls open in an empty scream.
âI'm never drinking again,â you hear Jake mutter to himself.Â
Sunghoon softens his breath, having some decency to maintain a bit of privacy. With you both on your side, it allows the plushness of your thighs to envelop his thick cock. Some part of it still poking through.
If Jake paid attention a little better, he could probably hear the sloppy noises of Sunghoon's length sliding against your puffy folds.Â
Sunghoon mouths at your throat, trying his hardest to keep his noises to a minimum. But still, he drags his thickness in between the valley of your soft middle. Thrusting and praying that Jake can just find his way back into the fucking guestroom so he can finally be engulfed in your sticky warmth.Â
But no. As stated before, his friend is a fucking dumbass.
You two hear dry heaving, and there Jake goes again, back into the bathroom to cleanse his guts out.
You're crying full-blown tears from frustration, ears burning up with embarrassment. Would it be too much if you asked Sunghoon to just stick it in?
âH-Hoon?â you mutter, as he kisses away the tears. Salty. Just how he likes you. âI wanna cumâŠâ
He nods along in desperate agreement.Â
âMe too babyâŠâ
He thrusts a little harder, his hand going underneath your shirt to palm at your breasts, rubbing your nipples in soothing circles. He hopes it can give you some relief.Â
âI wish he could just hurry the fuck upââÂ
His complaints are interrupted by your slight squeak. Just then, you felt his fat tip almost enter your suctioning walls. And it was the best sensation you've felt on your body since you first discovered masturbation.
Fuck it. You can just say it was the alcohol tomorrow. You need it. You need him so, so bad.
âPlease,â you cry, fingernails digging into his tense forearm. You spread yourself open, legs in a sideways butterfly position. Your eyes turn around to look at his. âPlease, Hoon?â
He groans, low and guttural. His fingers come down to meet your clit, doing figure-8s on it like that's what you asked for.
âN-noooo,â you whine. And you bring your hand down to his engorged cock, still sputtering out milky white all over your outer folds. In his confusion, you take the initiative for him.
âH-here,â you murmur out as you arch your back, guiding the bulbous head into your plushness.
Oh. Fuck, he should have taken the hint.
Sunghoon buries his head into the junction of your neck again, moaning loudly as he sinks right into you with so little resistance.Â
He pushes forward, arms finding the inside of your thigh to hold you open a little more. Your heat is so inviting, sucking him into your wet cavern like you were afraid to lose him.
God, he loves his childhood friend so fucking much.
Inch by inch, the stretch is everything you could have asked for. You feel every vein, every damn ridge of him.
And your mouth goes agape when the underside of his cock drags against your G-spot so deliciously.
âOH MYââÂ
God. You were really in love with Park Sunghoon.
He shuts you up with a kiss, fully sheathing himself into your fluttering hole. He drowns your moans out with his tongue, holding you so wide open that it starts to feel like yoga.Â
Sunghoon pulls away from your face, a mischievous glint now in his eyes. The same eyes that are half-closed with lust and intoxication.Â
âSounding like a slut now, baby,â he coos into your ear, and your eyes widen with a tinge of hurt.Â
Ouch. What an awful word.
âMy dumb fucking slut.â
Oh.
Never mind, you've soaked yourself more.Â
âY-yeah,â you play along, sniffling at his cruelty. âJust for youââ
âSay it then,â Sunghoon coaxes. âSay what you are to me.â
He thrusts even rougher toward you, groaning as he feels you clench around him in a vice grip.
âY-yours,â you mutter, hand coming up to tug at his hair. â...âm yoursâŠâ
Sunghoon nips at your neck, clicking his tongue. It's endearing, but not quite what he asked for.
âNo.â He glowers. âTell me what you are.â
He gives a hard thrust, digging deep rather than going fast. You whine, trying to gain relief by pushing your bottom back into him, but it's no use. Sunghoon has you locked tight against his hardened body.
âI'm a slutââ you try out before you hear him scoff.
Sunghoon's arm wraps around your neck, his right hand reaching your left shoulder. He tugs you close and leans in closer and whispers even lower.
âNot good enoughâŠâ
âNghââ you moan into his bicep, drool pooling at the junction of his elbow. âI-I'm your slut, HoonieâŠâÂ
Still not quite what he was looking for.Â
He pushes his left leg up into a triangle shape, matching your positioning and pumps once more. He winces, not realizing how badly he was edging himself too with all this fucking teasing.
But again. He's addicted to the attention you give him. He just needs more of it.
âTry again, baby,â he pulls you in closer, muffling some parts of your moans with his muscles. âOr you won't get to cum tonight.â
You weep, lapping at his bicep as if pleading.
It's a kink. It has to be. This is why he always makes fun of you. To get this reaction. To make you beg at your wits' end.
But God, you weren't above making a fool of yourself.
âPleaseeeeeââ you cry. âFuck me, please! I'm your dumb fucking slut, and I want to cum so fucking bad, please, please, pleaââ
Yeah, screw Jake.Â
Sunghoon's grip on your thigh is tight, bullying into you with very little thought to how drenched the sounds of his penetrations sound in Jay's living room.Â
Sunghoon pushes his bicep closer to your mouth, an invitation for you to chomp down. And you do. Hard enough that he hisses out in pain. But he loves that feeling too.
The same goes for you. Everything that would usually hurt suddenly feels really good with him. Sunghoon has managed to dissolve you into a desperate little mess, your ass ricocheting as it meets his jackhammering thrusts from behind.Â
Rough and mean. Like how Sunghoon is all the time. Sucking and lapping at his arm, alcohol breaths radiating off of you both. You turn around to kiss him, your teeth clashing as your thrusts get more desperate.Â
Plap. Plap. Plap.
And as his words get more reckless.
âFeel so fucking good, baby,â he mumbles in between the sloppy kisses. âSo fucking wet for me, huh?â
âS-so big,â you babble back. âI can feel you in my fucking stomach, Hoonieââ
âYeah?â he mutters, thrusting hard and fast into your puffy folds. âPerfect fit, huh? Want me to fill you all up?â
âYes, come inside me, pleaseââ
He brings his arm down, both hands meeting your bouncing breasts. Your nipple twisting between his fingers, not even bothering to muffle your screams.Â
His sopping tip kisses your cervix, the stretch so delicious that you're thrashing against him. So close. So fucking close.
âYESââÂ
In.Â
âRight there HoonieââÂ
He drags his thick cock out.Â
âNGHââÂ
And he pummels back into your puffy pussy again and again and again.
âOh my god right fucking there!âÂ
It's so pathetic, so pornographic that he laughs against your hair.Â
Sunghoon's ego has never been bigger. The love of his life, going dumb on his cock.Â
âMe too,â he grunts, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He brings your leg up higher now, testing your flexibility as the inside of his elbow holds up the backside of your knee.
And if Sunghoon were an open man, he'd say that side shots have become his favorite sex position ever. Just because of you. Because he gets to be greedy.Â
He gets to see both your tits and your ass bounce at the same time. Gets to kiss you from behind and not have your beautiful noises muffled by a stupid pillow. He gets to have it all where he's positioned flush by your side.
Yes, if he were an open man, he would vocalize his feelings well. But Sunghoon is an actions speak louder than words kind of guy.
And what was more actionable than unloading all his undying adoration into you?
âHere, babyââ He grunts, mind blank with ecstasy. âTake itââ
And with a final, heavy thrust, Sunghoon's white paint coats your gummy walls.
âHOONââ you warble, a sea of tears barreling down as you convulse from your own orgasm. Your walls massage his dick, draining him of all he is. Of all he wanted to give you.
Sunghoon shakes with you, deep whimpering at the overstimulation. But he can't pull out, even with his cock softening and slick with the soppiness of your cunt.Â
He loves it here. Could never leave. He could die buried deep in your pussy he swears.Â
And it's like cumming completely sober the both of you up, only the deep paintings of your breaths resounded in the room.Â
Sticky. You feel so fucking sticky. You need a shower bad. Maybe even twoâ
âI love you,â he says, interrupting your unrelated thoughts.
Sunghoon caves despite the uncertainty that floods his heart. He can blame the alcohol tomorrow if you reject him right now.
When you don't say anything back, and the beating in his chest feels too suffocating, he lifts his head to meet your eyes.Â
Fuck. You were actually crying. He thought it was from overstimulation or sexual frustration. But you were genuinely sobbing right now.
âA-are you okay?â He asks, wincing as he pulls away. Your shared fluids spill out of you, and you both groan as your shared cream drips onto the similarly colored cream couch. Still definitely leaving a stain.
âYou love me?â you mutter, bottom lip trembling. He gulps.Â
Open. He needs to be open.
âI love you,â he repeats, more confidently. And this time, he doesn't let the words linger in the air. âI'm sorry, I should have told you before we did all this butââ
âThen why the fuck would you call me a slut?!âÂ
He balked.Â
Oh.
Fuck, he always does go too far, doesn't he?
âNo, baby, noâŠâ He mumbles apologetically. âI'm sorryâŠâÂ
Sunghoon peppers kisses on the tear stains that fall on your cheek. âIt was just in the heat of the moment. I donât think you're a slutââ
âNo, you think I'm a dumb fucking sluââ
âNooooo,â he drags out in reassurance. âI just thought it was⊠you knowâŠâ
See, this is why he doesn't like talking.
âI thought it was hot to say, okay?! I'm sorry, I won't ever call you that againââ
You stop your sobbing so abruptly he wonders if you were really crying in the first place.Â
âWell,â you hiccup. âI didn't say all thaaaatâŠâ
He chuckles nervously, sighing out in relief before turning you around to face him. Thank God, you're not upset with him. He thought it was over before it even began.
Sunghoon smacks kisses on your nose and rubs his own against yours.
âSo... did you like it?â he asked shyly. He rarely ever gets this flustered.
âMm,â you hum positively. âI did. But I think you liked it wayyy more.â
Sunghoon chuckles, smiling against your skin. âWhat are you implying?âÂ
âI'm implying that you probably have a degradation thing going on,â you mumble more to yourself. âWhich explains why you act like an asshole sometimes. But you also like it when I'm mean to you, so maybe you're a mix of both dominant and submisââ
He kisses you, more so to shut you up. And he only pulls away when he feels his heart calm down.
âI act like an asshole when I want your attention,â he whispers, feeling a weight lift off his chest. Maybe he should speak his mind more often.Â
âLike earlier today," his lips smack. "...You barely talked to me.â
You furrow your brows, confused as hell.
âI was talking to Jake!â
âWell,â Sunghoon falters. â...Why didn't you try talking to me?â
You scoff. âI don't know, you seemed out of itâŠâ
Your eyes narrow in suspicion.
âWaitâŠâ you smile naughtily. âAre you jealous of Jake?!â
Sunghoon scowls. God, just Jake's name on your tongue sounded so fucking wrong to him.Â
âIâm dead,â you cackle, hitting him on his clothed chest. âWhy are you jealous of Jake? He's like a brother to me!â
Sunghoon raises an accusatory brow. âYou've literally said that about me like a hundred times. Look where we are.â
Oh. RightâŠ
âYeahhh,â you say, wrapping your arms around him closer. âBut sometimes I lie, y'know? Can't let our model get too cocky, can I?â
Sunghoon's heart still feels heavy, though.
âSo Jake and Jay are just friends, right?â he asks hesitantly. Fuck it, he needs to know. Even if he doesn't like the answer.
âI would never do this with them,â you say as sincerely as you can. âEspecially since they are my brothers.â
Sunghoon lets a chuckle roll off his tongue at your silly joke. He wraps his arms around your waist.
âDon't think of calling me anything other than your boyfriend or husband, okay?â he says lowly, leaning in close. âOr I might make you cry even harder next timeâŠâ
Blood rushes to your ears. You click your tongue at him, trying to hide how shy he makes you feel. What losers, the both of you.
âOkay fineeee,â you relent. âLove you too, Hoonie~â
He heaves a deep sigh of relief.
âGood,â he mumbles, suppressing the wide ass grin on his face. âNow, you think you'd feel me in your stomach even better in this position orââ
âOH HELL NOââ
And that's the last thing you see before Jay turns the lights on to throw a pillow at both of you.
â
morning after.
âYou two are so nasty,â Jake grimaces as he walks out of the bathroom. He slept on the tiles for the whole night, unable to muster up the courage to walk out into the living room and witness the weird noises he was hearing from the other side.Â
You two were at the dining table, eating eggs for breakfast. It's a miracle Jay didn't kick either of you out. He could, in fact, wake you up in time for work. You were sorry for ever doubting him.
Jake drones on despite your thoughts. âHow could you let me yak myself to sleep while you two go at it like rabbits?!âÂ
Your cheeks warm up with shame. How loud were you two really?
âI sent you two the link,â Jay says from the kitchen counter, clearly still irked. âThe most expensive couch I can find. Fuck you two, seriously. I can't believe you did that on real genuine velvet.â
And Sunghoon couldn't help but smile.Â
That couch wasn't the only thing that felt velvet last night.
âOkay, we're really sorry,â you mutter. âWe were both drunk as fuck last night. We promise it won't happen again.â
You promised. Not Sunghoon. He still had plans to make it happen later.
âYou should be grateful, Jay,â his grandpa-like voice chimes in. âThat's the most action this apartment has gotten since you've moved in.â
And Jay needs both Jake and you to hold him back from pouncing on your stoic boyfriend. But that's the thing about Sunghoon.
He loves to be misunderstood.Â
A/N: so did we like it? did we love it? iâve been very sunghoon-pilled recently⊠heâs a very gorgeous man. let me know what you all think #pervertnation
and i know a lot of you are wondering about the jungwon fic. iâm sorry to disappoint, i really do have a draft of it. i just canât bring myself to release it knowing that iâm not satisfied with what i wrote. the headspace i was in when i first started writing stray kitty is so different to where iâm now. i lowkey have been going through it this year and iâm just glad i was able to even find enough inspiration to write this fic out. so, you might have to wait a little longer for the jungwon fic, but i just really wanted to release something to get back into the rhythm of writing and to interact with you all <3Â
â ă 18+ ă tw ââââ sub/service top!jo . . reader is a bit mean, creampie, unprotected sex, a bit of degradation?, praise kink, p in v, needy jo, orgasm denial, mentions of male masturbation, kissing, petnames. 1931 wc don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr
jo is the best roommate ever. heâs clean, heâs kind, he helps you with your homework, he keeps the mini-fridge stocked with your favorite drinks. he never complains when you blast music at 2 a.m. he even vacuums your side of the room without being asked. and when you text him âgot a guy coming over, disappear for a couple hours? đ„°â he just sends back a quiet âokay :)â and grabs his laptop and headphones, heading to the library like a good little boy. he doesnât even jerk off whilst your in the room, opting to wait until heâs sure youâre asleep or out of the dorm before he lets himself touch the aching, leaking cock youâve been teasing just by walking around in your tiny panties and a big t-shirt.
you know his little routine by heart now.
he waits until your breathing evens out (or until he thinks it has). then you hear the soft rustle of blankets, the tiny hitch in his breath, the barely-there wet sounds as he wraps a careful hand around himself. he always bites down on his sleeve or shoves his face into the pillow to muffle those pretty, desperate whimpers. he never lasts longâjust a few frantic strokes while replaying every time youâve bent over just enough that he could see the outline of your cunt, or the warm press of your tits against his arm when you leaned in so he could explain derivatives to you, the lazy sway of your hips when you crossed the room in nothing but one of his big shirts.
but the real reason you like having him as a dormmate is much simpler.
heâs so fucking easy to tease.
tonight the dorm is quiet except for the soft scratch of his highlighter. jo is hunched over his desk in an oversized sweater, glasses slipping down his nose, marker in hand as he marks up your latest calculus quiz. youâre supposed to be studying too, but youâve been âstudyingâ him insteadâ sprawled on your bed in nothing but one of his stolen hoodies and tiny black panties, legs spread just enough that if he glanced over heâd get a perfect view.
he hasnât glanced once. heâs too shy. too good.
youâre so horny itâs ridiculous. youâve been wet for hours just watching how his new haircut frames his face perfectly as he concentrates, the way his tongue pokes out when he solves a problem, the way his ears and neck turn pink every time you âaccidentallyâ brush against him.
âjoooo,â you call softly.
he startles, pencil freezing mid-equation. ây-yes?â
âcome here for a second. i donât get this one.â
he hesitates, small sigh escaping himâquiet defeat wrapped in kindnessâthen rolls his chair over to your bed, eyes carefully averting the black lace peeking out from underneath the hoodie.
you pat the spot on the bed right beside you, before speaking again. âcome here. i need you closer.â he hesitates, eyes flicking to your bare thighs before darting away. âi⊠i can explain from hereââ
âno. closer.â your voice drops, sweet but firm. âdonât make me ask twice, baby.â
he swallows hard. after a second he stands up and perches awkwardly on the edge of your, notebook still clutched in his hands like a shield. as if that stupid little book could save him from you. he smells like clean laundry and faint boy sweat. it makes your mouth water.
you donât give him time to settle, time to relax. you never do. before he can even take a deep breathâyour hand slides onto his thigh, high enough that your fingers brush the inside seam of his sweats. he jolts like you burned him. âwh-what are youâ?â his voice cracks.
âshh.â you lean in, letting your breath ghost over his neck. âyouâve been such a good tutor tonight. so patient even when i keep messing up. but iâm reallyyyy horny, jo. like, stupidly horny. and youâre right here looking all cute and nervous.â
his breathing picks up instantly. you can see the front of his sweats starting to tent. âwe⊠we should keep studyingââ
you cut him off by palming his cock through the fabric. heâs already half-hard and god is he packing. why had you wasted so much time on all those disappointing boys when this had been waiting quietly across the room the whole time?
the tiny, choked whimper that escapes him is pure heaven.
âfeel that?â you murmur, rubbing slow circles. âyouâre getting hard just from me touching your leg. such a desperate little thing. my shy nerdy roommate canât even focus on calculus because his cock twitches every time i sit too close.â
joâs head drops forward, glasses fogging slightly. âhahâ please⊠donâtâ we shouldnâtââ
âhmmm but yooou like it,â you whisper, squeezing his length in your hand gently. âdonât you? you like when i push you a little. when i make you all whiny and embarrassed. i hear you at night, yâknow. trying to hide those pretty little sounds when you think iâm asleep.â
he lets out a broken whine at your words, hips unconsciously twitching up into your hand despite his words. âmâ sorryâ i didnât mean for you to hearâi wonât do it agaiââ
âoh yea? you wont?â you cut him offâslipping your hand inside his sweats and wrap your fingers around his bare cock. heâs burning hot, already leaking steadily. the moment you touch skin he whimpers again, louder, thighs trembling. âlook at you. leaking all over my hand like a needy slut. you say we shouldnât, but your cock is so honest. i know youâll fuck your hand in the bathroom later thinking of this moment.â you let the weight of his cock sit in your hand for just a few seconds before running your thumb along the head, smearing precum all over it.
âhow does he even hide this thing?â you think, you watch as his eyes squeeze shut, lashes wet. âitâsâ itâs too muchâ i canât thinkââ
you keep stroking him with that same unhurried rhythm, long, flowing drags of your hand that make his cock twitch and leak steadily over your fingers. the wet sounds are soft but obscene in the quiet dorm, mixing with every shaky breath he tries to swallow down. his head stays bowed, glasses completely fogged, fluffy hair falling into his eyes as another broken whimper slips freeâhigh and trembling, the kind that settles hot and greedy between your thighs.
youâre soaked. panties sticking to your cunt uncomfortably. the ache has turned into a deep, insistent throb, and every little sound he makes only makes it worse.
you release his length with a slick pop, watching the way it slaps back against his stomach, flushed dark and glistening. before he can even catch his breath you swing one leg over his lap, straddling him right there on the edge of the bed. the oversized hoodie rides up your hips, your soaked panties brushing against his length as you settle your weight on his thighs.
jo jolts, hands flying up to hover uselessly at your waist. âw-waitâoh my goââ you can see the panic in his eyes, but still you reach down, tugging your panties to the side with one hand while guiding the head of his cock to your dripping entrance with the other. the blunt pressure against your folds makes you both moanâyours low and hungry, his startled and sweet. âare you a virgin, jo?â
ân-noâŠâ he whispers, voice so small it almost disappears. ânot⊠not exactly. i donât have a lot of experience.â the color from his ears have crawled down to his neck, body burning red.
âgreat.â you grin.
then you sink down slowly, the tip catches around your walls instantlyâthe stretch burns in the best way â thick, hot, perfect. inch by inch he fills you until youâre seated fully on his cock, your ass flush against his thighs. his head falls back against the wall with a broken, high-pitched whine that goes straight to your already throbbing clit. his hands finally land on your hips, fingers trembling as they dig in just enough to feel.
âohâoh fuckâyouâre so warmâso tightâi canâtâhahânghhââ his voice cracks on every word, hips giving one involuntary twitch upward that pulls a soft moan from your throat.
the moment he bottoms out, you lift yourself up until just the head stretches your entrance, then slam back down, taking every hefty inch in one slick, wet motion. the sound of skin slapping skin echoing sharply in the small dorm room, loud and filthy. a broken greedy moan falls from your lipsâoverwhelmed by the stretch.
joâs eyes fly open wide, a shocked, broken cry tearing from his throat. âahhâ! waitâ too fastâoh my godâhahâahhâ!â his hands clutch desperately at the skin of your hips, not stopping you, just holding on like he might fall apart if he lets go. every bounce punches a new pretty moan out of himâhigh, desperate, overwhelmed sounds that make your pussy clench tighter around his lengthâcock dragging perfectly against your walls on every upstroke, hitting deep on every downstroke, the wet squelch of your slick coating him growing louder with every thrust.
âfuuckâyou feel so good,â you gasp, voice rough with hunger as you slam down again and again. âsuch a big cock and you barely even know how to use it yet. my shy little tutor with hardly any experienceâŠgetting his dick ridden like a toy. thatâs what you are, right? my personal dildo.â
jo sobs beneath you, head falling forward against your chest, glasses fogged and crooked. âitâsâitâs too muchâi canât thinkâhahâyouâre bouncing so hard iâm gonnaânghhhâslow downâahhâ!â
you donât slow down.
even as joâs hands tighten on your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with a high pitched whine that vibrates through his chest, you ride him faster. your hips snap down harder, ass jiggling with every harsh bounce.
the wet, obscene sound of your soaked cunt swallowing his thick cock fills the small roomâloud and filthy.. every time you slam down, your swollen clit grinds roughly against his pelvis, sending sharp, electric sparks shooting up your spine and making your toes curl.
âoh godây/nâŠâ joâs voice cracks, the usual soft shyness fracturing into something raw and desperate. âyouâreâ ahâ youâre gonna make me cum if you keepâ nnghââ
âo-oh yea? wanna cum?â you pant against his ear, never missing a beat as you keep bouncing on his cock like you own it.
a wrecked sob rips from his throat. he lifts his head from your chest slightly before nodding frantically, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks. ây-yesâpleaseâiâm so closeâ it feels too goodâ i donât know how long i can lastââ
his voice cracks on the last word, trembling with the effort of holding back. his cock throbs hard inside you, twitching violently with every harsh bounce of your hips. you can feel how close he isâthe way his length pulses and leaks inside your dripping cunt, the way his balls draw tight beneath you.
you grin down at him, wicked and breathless, eyes gleaming with pure, filthy satisfaction. sweat clings to your skin, you deliberately slow for one torturous secondâjust to hear him whimperâthen slam down especially hard, taking him to the hilt in one brutal drop. you grin, wicked and breathless, slamming down especially hard. âgood. gotta make me cum first though.â
the command pulls another high, desperate whine from him. even with his limited experience, even while heâs being overwhelmed by the intensity of you bouncing on him, jo tries. his hands slide to your waist, thumbs pressing into your skin as he starts thrusting up to meet your bouncesâclumsy at first, then steadier, focused only on making it feel better for you.
âhahây/n⊠i canâtâi need you closerââ he whimpers against your skin, voice high and trembling with pure desperation.
his long body collapses against yours, chest pressing flush to your breasts, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. the shift in angle forces his cock even deeper inside you, making both of you moan loudly. his glasses dig awkwardly into your shoulder, completely fogged and crooked, but he doesnât care. he just clings to you like heâll fall apart if he lets go.
âsoâdeepânghh⊠gonna make you cumââ he whimpers against your skin, voice high and trembling with desperation. his hips start moving again on their ownâshallow at first, then harder, more urgent. heâs fucking you in this messy, needy missionary position now, body draped completely over yours, every thrust deep and desperate.
you moan at the position change, legs wrapping high around his waist to pull him even deeper. âfuckâ thatâs it, pretty boy. couldnât even stay sitting up, huh? my cute little dormmate is so needy he just had to fall on top of me like a desperate slut.â
he sobs at the words that slip from your mouth, the degradation making his cock twitch violently inside you. his thrusts turn harder, the wet slap of his hips against your ass growing louder and filthier in the quiet dorm room. the squelch of your soaked pussy and his earlier load is loud and obscene with every deep stroke.
âahhâ! too muchânnghâyouâre so wetâneed to cum oh godââ he cries out, voice cracking. his hot, panting breaths fan against your neck as he ruts into you, clumsy but eager, long cock dragging perfectly against your walls on every pull back only to slam deep again.
you dig your nails into his back, grinning meanly even as pleasure sparks up your spine. âpathetic. such a big cock and you fuck like a desperate virgin who canât control himself. bet you jerked off every night in your bed thinking about being on top of me like this, didnât you?âsweet shy boy secretly wants to be used.â
he lets out a wrecked sob against your neck, the words hitting him hard. his arms tighten around your waist like a vice, pulling you even closer as if he can disappear into you. ây-yesâi didâalmost every nightâhahâahhâiâm sorryâiâm such a loserââ his voice cracks into a high whine as his hips suddenly snap harderâfucking you with renewed desperation long, forceful thrusts that slam deep, the wet slap of skin on skin turning louder and messier.
his long cock drags perfectly against your walls before bullying its way back in, forcing your combined wetness to squelch obscenely around him with every brutal stroke. the bed creaks rhythmically under the force of it, his full weight pressing you into the mattress as he clings to you.
âahhâ! y/nâyou areâ so tightâsucking me inââ jo whimpers, tears soaking your shoulder. his glasses are completely useless now, fogged and crooked, digging into your skin, but he doesnât stop. he just ruts into you harder, hips losing any sense of rhythm as pure need takes over. every deep thrust grinds his pelvis against your swollen clit, sending sharp sparks shooting up your spine.
you moan loudly, nails raking down his back as your legs lock tighter around his waist. âthatâs itâ uck me harder, you needy little slut. use that big dumb cock and make your dormmate cum. be a good boy.â
the degradation makes him whine loudly, but it also spurs him on. joâs thrusts turn punishingâharder, faster, more desperate. heâs no longer trying to be careful or precise; heâs just slamming into you with everything he has, clumsy and uncoordinated but so fucking deep it makes your toes curl. his hot, panting breaths turn into broken sobs against your neck with every snap of his hips.
âiâm tryingâhahâiâll make you cumâplease cum on my cockâi need to feel itânnghâ!â his voice is hoarse and trembling, high-pitched and wrecked. sweat slicks his skin, making your bodies sticky with sweat beneath your clothes. his arms stay wrapped tight around you, holding you like youâre the only thing keeping him grounded while he pounds into your soaked cunt. you can feel how his glasses dig into your skin.
your orgasm building fast from the relentless paceâthe tip of his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over, the wet filthy sounds, the way heâs whimpering and clinging to you like a desperate animal.
âiâiâm closeâoh my gâjoâdonât stopâharderââ gasping, you fisting his hair while the other digs into his ass cheek, urging him deeper. he nods frantically against your neck, sobbing as he obeys. he fucks you even harder, hips snapping with wet, brutal slaps, his cock driving deep again and again until the coil in your belly finally snaps.
you cum with a loud, broken moan, walls clamping down around his throbbing length like a vice. pleasure crashes through you in waves, your pussy flutteringâthe moment he feels you cumming around him, he lets out a shattered, high-pitched cry. ây/nâahhâ! iâmâiâm cumminânghhâcanât hold itâ!â
his hips stutter violently as he buries himself as deep as he can go. his solid length pulses hard inside you, flooding your already soaked pussy with syrupy, hot ropes of cum. he cums right after you, just like you wantedâlong, shuddering spurts that mix with your release and his load, making everything even messier. his whole body trembles on top of you, weak little thrusts continuing as he rides out the overwhelming pleasure, whimpering and sobbing into your neck the entire time.
when the waves finally start to fade, he stays collapsed on top of you, completely spent. his arms are still wrapped tightly around your waist, face buried in your neck as he pants hot, shaky breaths against your skin. his cock is still twitching weakly inside your cum-filled cunt, warm seed slowly leaking out around where heâs buried deep.
he lets out a tiny, embarrassed whine, voice hoarse and small. âi⊠i came right after you againâŠiâm sorryâŠit just felt too good when you squeezed me like thatâŠâ
you stroke his back slowly, feeling how the sweat has soaked through his sweaterâa mean little smirk on your lips even as you press a soft kiss to the side of his head. âso cute⊠couldnât even wait two seconds once i started cumming. you did good though, jojo. you made me cum just like i told you to. maybe i should reward you again.â
‷ mdni, explicit content, dom!riki à sub!reader, rough sex, wrist pinning, doggy, unprotected p in v (wrap your willy), clit stimulation, dirty talk
wc:: 687 ïčđŹ wiv's note. . . craving this rn. send me recs guyss
You moan loudly into the sheets, pushing your body back against his because, fuck, it feels way too good and you need more. "Riki, fuck⊠deeper."
He lets out a mocking laugh and stretches one arm forward, grabbing both your wrists and pulling them behind your back, pinning them there so you canât move while he keeps fucking you hard.
"Fuck, this pussyâs squeezing me so tight," he growls, his free hand sliding down to smack your ass â hard enough to sting in the best way and make you clench even harder around his cock.
His balls slap against your clit with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.
Itâs hard to think straight with him buried so deep, hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. He tightens his grip on your wrists, pulling them back to arch you even more, completely at his mercy as he picks up the pace, fucking you faster and harder.
"You like being my little sex toy, huh? You like when I use this pretty fucking pussy." He smacks your ass again, then rubs the spot before grabbing and spreading you wider, so he can watch his cock disappear into your soaked pussy.
Every inch of him drags along your inner walls, the friction so good it makes you moan and whimper nonstop. Your arms strain against his hold, but you donât really want to get free; being completely at his mercy only makes the heat burn hotter, and your pussy pulses around him.
"Youâre dripping down my balls, baby⊠so wet for me." His fingers find your clit, rubbing it fast and hard while he keeps fucking you deep.
"Riki⊠ah, fuck, Iâm gonna cum if you keep doing that," you moan, your voice cracking as the pressure builds fast in your belly.
He lets out a satisfied laugh and rubs even harder; his cock slams all the way in at the same time, filling you completely.
Your whole body tenses, thighs shaking, and then the pleasure hits you hard. Your pussy clenches and pulses around him as you cum, letting out a loud, shaky moan.
He doesnât slow down at all, keeping up those brutal, deep thrusts as he chases his own pleasure. "Fuck, your pussyâs milking me so good."
You feel hypersensitive, but in the best way â that kind of overwhelming sensation that makes you want even more, even right after cumming.
You turn your head further, looking back over your shoulder at him as best you can. "Keep fucking me like this, donât pull out⊠I want you to use me until you cum."
"You sound so good when you beg like that." He keeps pounding you hard, his hand slapping your ass as he speeds up, the wet sounds of skin slapping filling the room.
A second wave of pleasure starts building fast â heâs hitting every perfect spot and his fingers never stop working your sensitive clit.
"Riki, fuck⊠Iâm already so close again." You push your body back, bouncing against him while he grips your wrists even tighter.
"You're such a good girl for me," he says, voice strained as he gets closer to the edge, his cock pulsing inside you. You clench around him on purpose, trying to drag him over the limit with you.
"Cum inside me, Riki⊠fill me up." Your voice, thick with desire, is all he needs. He groans loudly, thrusting deep a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and cumming hard, hot spurts of cum filling you.
The sensation pushes you over the edge too. Another orgasm crashes through you, making your pussy pulse and squeeze him tight as you moan his name, voice shaky.
Once you both catch your breath and the spasms start to fade, he slowly pulls his cock out so you feel every inch. His cum leaks out of you onto the sheets, and the sight makes his cock twitch â already starting to get hard again. "Iâm not done with you yet⊠this time I want to see your face while I fuck you.â
can you do a oneshot like a continuation of "our perfect girl" about enhypen doing one of their mv shoots (knife cuz the overall theme was badass and leather) where Y/n is in shorts .... the cameras think it's very cute to see her and preffered member cuddling but actually they're having sneaky sex under blanket .... the others know ofcourse but the cameras shooting bts of the mv shoot doesn't so like voyeurism in a way
idol! Jungwon x fem 8th member! reader đ 1,5k 𫧠SMUT MINORS DNI
note: English isn't my first language, so if you find any mistakes I apologize, hehe, and I also welcome any corrections or tips from you.
If by some chance you're here and you speak Spanish, let me tell you that I do too, hehe, and that the Spanish version is available here.
It was the second day of filming for their new music video of âKnifeâ. It was late at night, and the cold December winter was painfully noticeable. They had been shooting scenes for hours before finally reaching the group choreography. She was wearing shorts and a coat that only managed to keep her upper body warm.
â "My knees are super red today because of how cold it is. I think we happened to get the coldest day of the entire week"â she said to the behind-the-scenes camera with a bright smile. She might have been freezing, but she couldn't help but smile for her fans.
â "I really love this outfit, though. I think it's so pretty, and the accessories are my favorite. I hope you guys enjoy it!" â
The director announced that they were ready to film the group choreography, so she waved goodbye to the camera and ran to take her position with her members, her legs visibly trembling with every step.
"Alright! Everyone in position! Let's get this right on the first take so our sweet girl can go get warm!" Everyone laughed at the director's lighthearted joke, and the music started playing.
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During a short break, all the members gathered around the catering table. She walked over to pour herself some hot chocolate when she was startled by a sudden pair of arms wrapping around her waist. Jungwon gently draped a blanket over her legs.
"Thank you, Won... I was honestly dying of cold"
"You're welcome. Here, take some hot chocolate"
She accepted it, comforting steam rising from the sweet drink. She walked toward the seating area, only to find almost every chair occupied. Jungwon beckoned her over, smiling as he patted his own lap.
"Come here. This way you'll stay warm and won't freeze"
"Thank you so much, Jungwon. You're the best"
With a soft smile, she sat on her leader's lap, immediately welcomed by his warm embrace. As he sipped his own hot drink, Jungwon gently stroked her legs over the blanket, feeling her muscles still trembling beneath the fabric.
"Are you still freezing?" he asked softly.
She nodded, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.
"Yeah, actually... I'm still freezing"
Jungwon called over a staff member and asked if they could get him another blanket. The stylist handed him a much larger, plush fleece. He draped it over his shoulders, wrapping it securely around both of them.
"A little better?"
She smiled and nodded, leaning into his warmth.
The minutes ticked by as they chatted casually about how filming was going, how late they'd be returning to the dorm, and how exhausted they were knowing they had an early schedule the next day.
At one point, she felt her member caressing her thighs under the blanket, his bare hands brushing against her skin. Initially, she tried not to dwell on it, assuming it was just a casual gesture between them. But she shot Jungwon a suspicious look when his fingers slipped inside her shorts, probing her sensitive skin. Jungwon simply smiled with feigned innocence. His long fingers continued to trace the delicate skin of groin, eventually meeting the edge of her panties.
"Jungwon⊠what are you doing?" she whispered.
"Just relax, okay?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
He shifted slightly on the sofa where they were sitting. He guided his hand to her belt, unbuckling it and lowering the zipper. A surge of panic gripped her the moment Jungwon's cold fingers slid beneath her panties and touched her clit. He was touching her right there, practically in front of everyone.
She bit her lower lip, taking a deep, shuddering breath to hide her reaction. But the friction and pressure Jungwon applied to her sensitive spot were driving her crazy.
"Won⊠I can't⊠Not here⊠MmhâŠ"
Ignoring her quiet protests, he made sure the blanket completely covered them both before guiding his fingers inside her wet entrance. She stifled a moan, letting it escape as a soft gasp, a sound that didn't go unnoticed by the members sitting nearby.
"You're doing something very dangerous, JungwonâŠ" Jay said.
Looking around, the directors and stylists were distracted with other tasks or chatting with the other members, but that didn't lower the chances of getting caught. Jay decided it was best to stay close and keep watch, just in case.
Jungwon pushed his fingers in as deep as they would go, only to pull back, repeat the sequence several times. Her cheeks were flushed bright red, and faint beads of sweat were beginning to form on his forehead. As he fingered her, his thumb continuously worked her clit, making her body tremble on top of him.
"JungwonâŠ"
"Tell me, pretty"
"I'm⊠I think I'm going toâŠ"
Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers from inside her. For a second, she thought that was it, that the torture was finally over. She was very wrong.
Jungwon reached for his own pants, unzipping them and awkwardly freeing his erection.
"Hands behind your back. Touch me too, prettyâŠ"
A bit unsure, she reached for him, finding his dick already hard and throbbing with need. Wrapping her palm around him, she stroked him up and down. Jungwon let out a low, muffled moan against her back, pressing a trail of kisses to the nape of her neck.
"I can't hold back much longer" he whispered into her ear. "Take off your shorts⊠and your panties too, pretty"
With trembling, uncertain movements, she lowered her pants and underwear just a little, careful not to let them fall to the floor. In one swift motion, he gripped her waist, lifting her just enough to align the tip of his dick at her entrance. Once aligned, he slowly guided her down onto him.
"Aah⊠WonnieâŠ" She let out a moan that was, unfortunately, a little louder than she expected.
This immediately caught Jake's attention, he looked at them with a raised eyebrow just as he noticed one of the cameramen approaching.
The man with the large camera focused first on Jake, who smoothly allowed himself to be filmed with a smile, trying to distract attention from what was happening right behind him. Beneath the heavy blanket, Jungwon moved her hips in small circles while stroking her clit. Both of them suppressed their whimpers as best they could.
They stopped abruptly when the cameraman turned away from Jake and focused directly on them. They both smiled, instantly feigning complete composure.
â "How's the cold treating you tonight during filming?" â the staff member asked from behind the lens.
"Oh, that! It's extremely cold today" Jungwon replied smoothly. "Even with my big coat, I could feel the wind cutting through. So, to keep warm, I covered us both up. I feel much better now. What do you think?"
She laughed nervously, her heart pounding.
"I was freezing too" she added, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm wearing shorts today... so I'm really grateful that Jungwon is taking care of me today. He's always... so, so thoughtful... with m-me, yesâŠ"
She managed to finish her sentence just as Jungwon shifted his hips, stealthily sliding his dick in and out.
â "What's your recommendation for ENGENE to beat the cold?" â
Jungwon pretended to ponder the question while thrusting into her once more. She struggled to keep a smile on her face, biting the inside of her cheek.
"Maybe staying home, watching a movie with someone special, and sharing a warm blanket" Jungwon said with a cheerful wink at the camera. "Yes, that's it! ENGENE, please stay warm and bundle up!"
He continued his slow movements, searching for an angle to push deeper. When he hit just the right spot, a sharp shiver ran through her whole body, a reaction far too obvious to anyone watching closely.
"Uff, that gave me a chill, haha. I think being snuggled up with someone or drinking something hot is definitely the best way to fight the cold. I swear, as soon as we wrap up, I'm going home to sleep like a baby."
Satisfied with the footage, the cameraman turned off the light, gave them a quick thumbs-up, and walked away.
Both of them exhaled a massive sigh of relief. Jungwon began thrusting faster and deeper than before, letting out low, husky grunts against her neck.
"Jungwon⊠I can't hold on much longer⊠pleaseâŠ"
"Come on, pretty⊠we can get there together⊠now⊠come onâŠ"
"ShitâŠ"
With a few final, powerful thrusts, a overwhelming orgasm surged inside her, flooding her inner warmth and mingling with his cum as he spilled inside her. When they finally finished, both were sweaty and their cheeks flushed bright red.
"Jungwon⊠the stylist is calling for you now" Sunoo warned, walking past with a subtle grimace. He didn't need to be a mind reader to figure out what had just taken place under that blanket.
Jungwon clumsily adjusted his clothes and tucked his dick back into his pants. He helped her compose herself, pressing a quick, sweet kiss to her lips before standing up.
"We'll continue this back at the dorm, pretty" he whispered, giving her a playful wink before walking off.
In which â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:* Jake just really wants to live between your thighs. Forever. At any cost.
êš Jake was an eater, no doubt. He could spend hours between your legs, and would. Honestly heâd take it however you gave it to him. Face down between your tighs, on his knees while you stand above him, bent over while he eats it from the back, and quite possibly his favoriteâ on his back while you ride his face. He especially loved it when you just sat there, full weight on his face, thighs on either sides of his head like earmuffs.
êš He was convinced he didnât need oxygen. He liked to think of himself as some super being that only needed your cum dripping down his throat, his cheeks, his chin to survive.
êš Heâd lay there, eyes locked on your face, drinking in every expression, noise and drop leaking from your soaked cunt.
êš He especially knew how much you loved his nose, when heâd nuzzle it up into your clit completely unbothered by your slick pooling towards his nostrils. He loved the smell of you anyways. Heâd rub it back and forth over your sensitive bud, tongue licking up into your cunt as deep as he can stretch it, convinced if he tried hard enough he could lick straight to your core. (Spoiler: he canât.)
êš If Jake would get any possible body modification, he had already decided (hypothetically) it would be surgery to elongate his tongue. He wished he could lick all the way up to your cervix, taste your gummy walls and that spot only his cock could reach that always made you squeal and squirt for him.
êš But thatâs a hypothetical of course, so instead heâll just have to suffice for his long bony piano fingers, pistoning and curling inside you, probing at that spot inside sure to make you gush for him.
êš And when you finally do, legs clamping his head so hard it could bust like a watermelon, hot clear fluid spraying out of him enough to literally drown him, he just drinks it in thankfully, greedily, lapping at your cunt like a dog who hadnât drank in days, swallowing every bit till his stomach was full of your release.
êš But does Jake stop there? No, of course not. Because heâs fucking obsessed with your pussy, but he knows his poor baby needs to lie down, catch your breath.
êš So instead he carefully lifts you off his face, laying you back against the bed in a dry spot (heâll change the sheets later, this was more important). You think heâs done, he couldnât possibly keep going for more, as he turns on your favorite movie, lights turned off and a fresh glass of cold water on your nightstand.
êš He makes sure youâre all set for the night, and then crawls under the blankets, riiight back between your legs like your pussy is some magical beacon constantly calling to him.
êš You try to protest, but itâs no use. âPlease baby. She needs me. I need her.â He slips one finger inside, gentle and soft knowing youâre sensitive right now. âSee baby? Sheâs crying for me. Soaked. Gunna take care of her, okay?â
êš He talks about your pussy like itâs some all powerful sentient being of its own.
êš And then his mouth is back on you, licking slow broad stripes over your whole pussy, up and down while his single digit just sits inside you, not probing, just so you can feel the slight fullness of something inside you.
êš And heâs such a mess with it too, slobbering all over your pussy ignoring the absolute obscene sounds of your wetness combined with his own drool, literally pooling between your legs on the sheets. So much, itâs definitely soaking through to the mattress. (Heâll be scrubbing it out tomorrow, using the steam cleaner you bought specifically for nights like these.)
êš He doesnât even care if youâre enjoying it. Not in a bad way, obviously he wants you too, but heâs also perfectly content if you just go about your business, watch your movie, do your homework or even fall asleep while he just⊠keeps eating.
êš And sometimes you do. Sometimes your so cummed-out, your pussy has officially given up and you watch your movie, occasionally peeking under the covers just to see Jake completely blissed-out nose deep in your pussy like itâs the only place he belongs.
êš Sometimes you do your homework, laptop perched on your stomach just above where Jake is focused on his own work, between your thighs of course. And sometimes, youâll get stuck on a problem, asking Jake for help. Heâll pull the blanket back, lifting his cum-soaked face long enough to tell you the answer, and before youâre even writing it down heâs back under the covers.
êš Sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, you fall asleep, the gentle lapping of his tongue and soft humming between your legs lulling you to sleep. Youâll wake up an hour later, and Jake is still there, still eating, almost half-asleep himself placing sleepy kitten licks to your cunt, breathing slow and heavy against you. When you wake in the morning Jake is still between your legs, fully asleep with his head against your plush thigh, lips swollen. At least he slept at all.
tw: dddne , noncon watching , extreme dirty talk , installed cameras , insane tech nerd evan , evan gets off to watching u sleep , evan talks to his dick (DROOLSâŠ.)
no ai used ! donât like donât read
thinking about evan who was tasked to fix your laptop, but all he did was install cameras in it to watch you when youâre not at school.. heâd definitely go home just to see what you do after school. heâd watch you take off your uniform in the most teasing way possible, as if you knew he was watching. heâd watch you do all your homework, noticing how your tongue juts out when youâre focused, and your teeth biting on the pen when youâre confused. heâd get ready for bed with you too, copying your night routine as if you were in the same room. his eyes would be glued to the screen as he watches you sleep, watching your chest move up and down as you breathe slowly. heâd go crazy when he hears your small moans as you twist and turn at a bad dream. sometimes, heâd go a little farther. he found a way to hack into your thermostat, making your room hotter than usual. youâd wake up in the middle of the night sweating so much that youâd just have to take your pajamas off. his eyes would roll back into his head when he saw you slip out of your shorts, showing the camera nothing but your glistening cunt. evan fisted his cock, the room echoing with filthy squelching as he goes up and down. his whines and babbles get more and more desperate as he inches closer to his climax.
âsheâs getting you so worked up, making you so hard. mmh fuck.. you wanna be in that pussy, donât you? yeah you do, buddy. youâre so wet, so leaky all over my fingers. her wet little pussyâs gonna make you squirt, bud? yeah? is that right? come on, you can do it. cum all over her pussyâŠâ
did i look up a twt vid for this. maybe. am i a pervert for this. yes. also scrapped (and lost) from my old account.
notes :: I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS LAST YEAR SHIT- but writers block KILLED ME
"c'mon kitty, lick it" he grunts, trying to prevent himself from shoving your head all the way down his length.
you lick your lips, spitting down his pink tip as he watches it flow down. he's patient, really patient with you, holding in his moans as you haven't even started.
you grin, wrapping you lace engulfed hands around him, slowly dragging your hand in a teasing motion. the cheap material burns from the friction, but sunghoon doesn't stop you, instead he thrust for more.
"no, want your tongue, stop fuckin' teasing"
your laugh is more like a purr, luring and shaming.
"so needy", you look up at him, and his gaze is already on you. holding him closer to you, you start for the base, licking a long stripe all the way to the tip, he groans.
you knew he didn't come for the trashy halloween party; he came for you.
you finally wrap your lips around his thick length, and he watches as his dick starts to disappear around your perfeclty lined lips. he insisted on letting you take your time, but his desire began to shadow his plans.
his hand fists into your hair as he pushes you lower, he thrust up once, then twice and now he cant stop.
"fuck" he whispers, the loud halloween music suddenly being replaced with your gagging. you moan, finger slipping between your thighs as you couldnt wait any longer.
he pushes you further, your cheeks hollowing to enhance the feeling of your soft tongue. its messy and vigurous, youe eyes start to water for the repeated motion.
your hands work on your dripping heat, rubbing circles to please yourself.
his thrusts quicken, your mouth and tongue becoming a makeshift pussy.
"sucking me so well kitten", but he pushes your head off and strokes himself quickly.
he was already leaking with precum, but now he's reached his peak; sweaty, cum seaping out his swollen tip, high-pitched moan and uneven thrust.
he's close, you can see it; so you place your face close, soft hand stroking his tigh as he starts to paint your face milky.
you lick what you can, wiping the rest off with the hem of your skirt. your eyes plea, and he already know what you want.
he picks you up from the spot with ease, placing your laced body bent over the bathroom sink. he looks up for a second, hand over the small of your back, smirking as he sees your needy face covered in all him.
" y'look prettier like this sweets", he's dragging his big palm over your hair to mess it up, but keeps your kitty accessories in place. "c'mom hoon- please".
and he can't resist your soft voice and pleading eyes you're giving him. he drags his hands down your thigh, taking his time like how you did.
he reaches your soaking heat, and fuck- you were dripping.
"touched yourself before askin' baby ?", but instead of being mad, he chuckles and lifts his now hard-on to rub against your puffy folds. "fuck" he groans.
"stop teasing hoon~" your words are slurred like a kid begging for candy, eyed loosing focus because you secretly love the feeling of him simply just rubbing over you.
"funny coming from you darling", however he listens, slowly slipping into your wetness. you moan loud, the music outside being replaced with your own.
he starts thrusting, no time for you to adjust to him, and fuck it feels so much better like this. the burning pain being overwhelmed by pleasure.
"eyes on the mirror," you fix your head up to look, your neck heavy. sunghoon's eyes are already on yours, which makes you feel more exposed and vulnerable. but he smirks instead, speeding up his hard thrusts to see your face contract.
"that's it, baby," he whispers, loving the look on your face. he lifts you up from your hair and digs into your lace corset. "don't think i forgot 'bout my girls" he jokes, rubbing all over your nipples.
the stimulation is getting overwhelming as his cock repeatedly bangs your cervix. "hoon im so close-" you beg for release, your hands run everywhere. you reach for a kiss, the position making in difficult and awkward as your teeth clatter together, tongues merging into one.
your thighs are giving out but he catches them quick, pulling off your face to drill harder into your wet flaps once again. "c'mon sweets, cum for me" and your close, so close, just the twist of his rough hands on your nipple causes your brain to go blank as you cum. your legs can't stop twitching but he likes it, only a few thrust away from painting your velvet insides white.
"you're so good f'me baby", he kissed up your neck, trying to hide his whimpers as he's reaching his climax. his thrusts stutter as he let's out a final groan, filling you up.
he waits, then pulls out slowly. turning yourself as you wrap your hands over his neck. your phone rings, but you're too way gone into his dark,heavy eyes.
you turn your head and can acknowledge the red heart on the screen. sunghoon turns your head back before you realise you just fucked your best friend and kisses you again. both sets of hands everywhere : one up his shirt rubbing his abs, and his skimming over your slim waist.
"fuck sweets, you're so fuckin' perfect" he chuckles and you do too, his head dropping into your neck, your hand rubbing his fluffy, wet hair as your phone rings again.
hili, wanted to ask if you could please write something like a smut mixed with fluff, ni-ki and the reader being hyperfeminine (headcannons) ^^
love ur work đ
pairing: bsf!riki x hyperfem!reader
warnings/tags: MINORS DNI 18+, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, reader calls him "ki", pet name (bunny), mini skirt, lingerie, bondage (with ribbons), back shots, scent kink (?), dry humping, recording, creampie, cuddling. (sorry if I miss any)
word count: 1.0k
a/n: thank you for the rec⥠I wrote this at like 3 am so sorry if it sounds weird. not proofread...
bsf!riki who had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. you both were first neighbors and automatically clicked, even after being so different. the obvious, pink and lacy clothing, plushies and ribbon bows scattered around your room, him in his monochrome outfits and silver jewelry. when he comes over to hang out his look contrasts the pastel space, but looking so comfortable like he was meant to be there.
bsf!riki who always remembers what you like, whether it was snacks or sanrio characters, he knows. riki enjoys the way your face brightens with that smile you give him, making him want to give you anything in the world, just to make you happy. âstop smiling like that, itâs just a drink.â he tried to hide his smile as you opened the strawberry milk, a giddy smile on your face. ânoâŠitâs my favorite drink. i can be as smiley as i want.â you took a big exaggerated sip of it, he couldnât help but laugh.
bsf!riki who wears the pink friendship bracelet you made him. when you gifted it to him he obviously teased you at first. âa friendship bracelet? whatâŠare we twelve?â yet, ever since you gave it to him he never took it off. it has gotten to the point where the former bright pink turned pale and frayed at the edges, contrasting with the silver metal jewelry. riki cherishes the woven thread with all his heart, even though he would not admit it.Â
bsf!riki who loves winning you stuffies at arcades. not only does it make him look good, but he gets to see your face light up when your hands are filled with prizes. like when he held out a soft pale purple teddy bear and your eyes sparkled. âthank you, ki!â the way you cradled the bear along with the previous âmy melodyâ plushie made his heart skip a beat.Â
bsf!riki who holds bags for you when you guys go to the mall. he walks next to you, following like a puppy as he watches you browse aisles. he watches the way your face contorts as you dislike or like something. âthatâs the third time you picked that up, just get it.â he ends up leaning against a rack as you stare at the white sweater on the hanger. âdo not rush me. this is a serious decision.â he just shakes his head with a sigh, a tinge of a smile on his lips.
bsf!riki who felt like his heart was going to explode when you wore his hoodie to sleep during a sleepover. the frayed material draped over you like a dress. sleeves too big, covering your hands, and the collar slipping one shoulder. âki? you okay?â clearing his throat he turns back to his phone. âyeah, mâfine. riki could not help but peek over at you every so often.
bsf!riki who wakes up with his arm draped around your waist. it was an unconscious habit, but he did not move away once he realized he did it. he basked in the closeness while you were asleep, watching the way your eyelashes fluttered as you dreamed. he moved his hand to brush a strand of hair from your face, resting his chin on your head.Â
bsf!riki who first realized his infatuation with you when you wore mini skirt. he could not keep his eyes off you as he watched you walk around your room getting ready. all was well until you bent over to pick up your heels. the fabric rode up and a slight glimpse of your lacy pink panties shown. riki looked away as soon as possible, his face turning bright red. âriki? should i wear the pink ones or the white ones?â you hold up two pairs of shoes, his brain could not compute your words, âpink.â he does not even hesitate, and that is when he realizes he is screwed.
bsf!riki who could not help himself and kept a teddy bear you forgot in his room. it still had the scent of your perfume, a sweet vanilla. alone, he brings the plush bear to his nose, smelling all of you. he left it at that for a few weeks until he started using your smell to jerk off. his hand working fast up and down his shaft as the bear is basically suffocating is face. grunting your name under his breath as he cums all over his hand, his hips twitching from the aftermath.Â
bsf!riki who makes you dry hump his leg, finding satisfaction in watching you fall apart on top of him without him even touching you. âcome on, bunny. just a bit longerâŠâ he tries his best at fauxing a pout, watching as you slow down. âwanna make me proud, you gotta keep goingâ his deep voice caused you to whine. âmâtryin~â he felt the way your soaked panties were leaving a wet patch on his acid washed jeans. when you began to fall limp against his chest, he takes hold of your hips, grinding you against his leg himself.
bsf!riki who keeps your panties on as he fucks you. he loves when you wear lingerie in general, so he can run his hands all over the lace. riki just pushes the fabric to the side and slides right in. his cock brushing the wet sticky material with every thrust. the way the color looks on your skin turns him on just as much as the wet sound coming from every time his dick moves inside of you.
bsf!riki who uses your ribbons to tie your hands up as he pounds into you from behind. he makes sure to tie them into a perfect bow. âso- so pretty...â grunting slightly with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping echoes through the bedroom. âki! f-fuckkkâŠtoo much-â the position making every thrust deeper and deeper. his hands holding onto your thighs, holding them in place as his thumb brushes the soft skin. when he cums inside your pussy, he gently pulls out, both of you sensitive. he could not help but take his phone and records it from his angle, planning on using it later.
What happens when you take out Jake's universal inhibitor chip? The only thing keeping him from losing control..
PAIRING: SPIDER!JAKE đ FEM!READER CONTENT: oneshot // 5.4k WORD COUNT: fluff // smut no major brand new day spoilers. established relationship. ⊞ jake kinda losing control. mean jake. brat taming. dacryphilia. light bondage. baby, slut, good girl. jakey. cervix fucking. orgasm control. breeding kink. squirting. cream pie. spanking. a little pain kink. overstimulation. oral (f receiving). cum eating. multiple orgasms. high ass fucking sex drive bro.
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Vđ§ thank you miss @kissued shababy for proof-reading MWAH i love yew // also theres a lowkey marty supreme ref in this.. lmk if you caught it.
Your sex life with Jake could not be called boring, not in the slightest. Your boyfriend knows your body, he knows what you like, he knows what you don't like. He knows how to wreck you until you're nothing but a collapsed panting mess.
But sex was never the issue, the issue was that ever since he started suppressing his DNA with that universal inhibitor chip, he was holding back.
Even after you told him he doesn't need itâthe second he could feel himself slipping, he'd pull back, the minute he got worried that he couldn't control his strength, he'd slow down.
You hated it.
Sure you'd still cum multiple times, but that was besides the point.
And of course you told him just as much, "Jake, you know you can let go a little?" you'd say, watching as he stumbled around his Queens apartment with a heap load of bedding.
"Baby, I am letting go!" he called back, voice completely muffled by the pile of sheets threatening to swallow him whole as he blindly searched for the washing machine.
"Jake." you sigh watching him, he gave up entirely, a web shot from his wrist with a quiet thwip, sticking neatly to the little round washer door. One sharp tug later, it swung open, and Jake triumphantly shoved the heap of bedding inside before kicking the door shut with his foot.
"Y/n, I'm not risking it."
One night, you decide to take matters into your own hands, though maybe not in the way Jake was expecting. You're observing him as he occasionally types, talking to his AI Evie about possible anomalies with the universal inhibitor chip. He's laying back in his office chair, head thrown back in that cute way he always does whenever he's trying to figure something out.
You stay where you are in the doorway, arms folded loosely across your chest as you watch him. His room is dim except for the cool glow of three monitors, all throwing shifting blue light across his face. It paints sharp lines over his features, catching on the bridge of his nose and the curve of his lip as he frowns in concentration.
"No, Evie, cross-reference the fluctuation reports after the Midtown incident," he sighs, "Not before."
Usually, he'd notice you before you were even thereâyour heartbeat or footsteps enough to give you away, but the chip was suppressing more than just his strength. Even his senses had become noticeably dimmed.
You pad across the room in silence until you were standing directly behind him. Only then did you lean down, draping your arms around his neck, resting your chin on top of his head.
Jake physically jumps. "Jesusâ"
A startled laugh escapes you as he grabs your forearm on instinct, before immediately relaxing.
"You didn't hear me?"
"I definitely did not hear you."
You smile to yourself, "That's kinda my point," you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, before letting the next linger against his templeâtrailing down to his cheek.
"Baby.." Jake breathes, his hand on your forearm flexes a little as his head lolls a fraction to the side, giving you access.
"I told you, the chip isn't helping you," you say quietly, lips brushing against his jaw. "It's making you doubt yourself."
"It isn'tâ"
"It is."
He lets out a slow breath, already aware he is not winning this argument. You twist around his chair, swinging a leg over his lap and settling there. Jake's hands automatically find your waist, steadying you against himâwithout that familiar confidence. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, like he was measuring the pressure without even realising it.
"Jake, you're not gonna break me." you whisper against his lips, your forehead resting against his as your voice drowns out Evie's announcement that the cross-reference was complete.
"I know." he says softly, leaning back just enough to look at your face properly.
"Liar." you murmur, feeling a surge of annoyance at his continued act. Your fingers absentmindedly play with the hair on his nape, just above where that chip sat.
"Y/n, I'm trying to protect you." he says quieter. His thumb sweeps across your cheek, the corner of his mouth lifting into a fond smile. He's looking at you like you're being stubborn in the most endearing way, but that was currently infuriating you.
"I don't need protecting Jake, you can't choose between being Spiderman and being you." you look between his eyes, as if that'd make him hear you, make him listen to words you've repeated since he created that fucking chip. "You're both."
"It's not that simple."
"No?" you challenge, eyebrows lifting.
"No." he shakes his head once, "Baby, I'm not taking it off." he says before pressing a chaste, almost apologetic kiss to your lips.
Your jaw tightens, "You think that's gonna make it better?"
"..Maybe."
Your fingers brush the collar of his hoodie, smoothing it flat. Jake's attention stays on your face until your fingertips disappear beneath the edge. The cool metal sits exactly where you knew it would, nestled against the back of his neck.
Jake's eyes widen for a split second, but by then it was too late. A tiny click.
"Waitâ"
But the device is now between your fingertips.
Jake stares at you in a stunned silence, watching as you hold it between your fingers for exactly half a second before flicking your wrist. The chip clinks against the hardwood floor somewhere behind him.
For a heartbeat, nothing happens. His jaw stays parted, but then his breathing turns uneven, hands dragging down to your thighsâgripping as if he's trying to ground himself.
"W-what did you do." he says, breathing getting heavierâunstable as though the room had suddenly become too loud. His pupils dart around the room, taking in details all at onceâthe faint hum of the monitors, the washing machine still running somewhere down the hall, the distant traffic outside, and beneath it all, your heartbeat.
"I took it out," you answer simply, head tilting as your hand slides to his jaw.
"YouâŠ" He swallows hard, blinking rapidly. "Y/nâŠ" his head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to suppress the arachnid genes.
"B-baby.. get off me," he gasps. Before you could protest, he gentlyâbut firmly lifts you from his lap and set you back on your feet. He staggers a step away from the chair, one hand bracing against the edge of the deskâthe other rubs over the back of his neck where the chip had been moments before.
"Jake, look at me."
His voice cracks, "Just⊠give me a second."
You take one cautious step toward him anyway. When you reach for his wrist, he instinctively turns to face you, but his eyes stop you in your tracks. The warm brown you know so well has vanished beneath an inky darkness stretching over his sclera. Every instinct in his body struggles to recalibrate as he was looks at you with overwhelming intensity.
Slowly, carefully, he reaches up and wraps a hand around your wristânot tight enough to hurt, just enough to stop you from taking another step.
"Do you have any idea," he says, his voice rough from the effort of keeping himself composed, "what you just did to me?"
"Yeah Jake, I do." your free hand lifts up to cup his jaw.
"Don't." his jaw flexes beneath your palm. Yet instead of pushing you away, his grip on your wrist shifts, drawing you a fraction closer until your bodies are barely separated. His nose brushes lightly against your jaw as he takes one slow, controlled breath.
"Baby.. this is still you." Your hand slides up from his jaw to the base of his neck, scratching softly the way you know he loves. Jake almost growls at the feeling, teeth grazing your jaw as his hands snake around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. He simultaneously walks back until your calves hit the edge of the bed.
Jake knows what it feels like to lose control. The arachnid genes had spiked many times before and it was always the same. Always that same veil of anger over every thought, every decision. Jake Sim is not an angry person. Usually. He doesnât get mad at anyone, especially not at you.
None of that matters right now, not when all he can hear is you, your breathing, the way your heart is hammering against your ribs at his proximity.
Jake's nose brushes against your jaw again, grazing until he reaches just below your ear. He takes in another measured breath, relishing in your scent. "Mm, haven't been able to smell you in weeks," he whispers quietly, almost strained.
"I know baby, isn't this so much better?" you ask, completely unaware of the heinous thoughts currently rummaging through your boyfriends head.
He pushes you back onto the linen sheets, crawling over youâhis hands trail down your arms, lips in a grin you hadn't quite seen before. In one smooth motion, he pulls your arms up by your wrists, holding them together over your head.
"Uh-" Your eyes widen, looking between his charcoal eyes. "Jakeâwhat the hell?" you say cautiously, mildly concerned.
"What?" he almost sneers, "Isn't this what you wanted?"
"I want you to trust yourself more, you don't needâit." you answer firmly, writhing a little against his hand.
Jake's barely listening, his lips press hot and open-mouthed against your ear, "You wanted this." he breathes, licking your lobe harshly.
You suck in a breath, "J-Jake, are you even listeningâ"
"Mm," he hums, free hand pulling your face close by the back of your neck. He crashes his plush lips against yours, all teeth and tongue and your only response is a muffled noise against him.
"Jakeâlisten," you manage between kisses.
"Oh I heard you Y/n," his hand releases your neck, trailing down your neck, chest, stomachâdown to your core.
"You pissed me off just to get me to fuck you harder didn't you?" he sneers, breath hot.
You pause, lips opening to say exactly nothing, stomach twisting sharply. Well.. no? You want your boyfriend to accept he doesn't need to suppress his DNA, but..
"Really?" Jake scoffs against your lips, his veiny hands push through the gap in your sleep shorts, to find your pussy completely soaked with arousal.
He lets out an amused breath, "Look at you.. this wet for me?"
You writhe in his hold, but to no avail. He doesn't even flinchâdoesn't even need to readjust to keep your wrist in the hold of his long fingers. He's still breathing heavily, acutely aware of how hard your heart is beating in your chest.
"Nervous?" he purrs, lips jutting out into a mock pout.
"Shut up." you snap, pushing your face towards his. Jake's grin is smug, infuriatingly so, as he presses his mouth against yours. His fingers brush against your folds and he dips his head just to lick at your jawâas if the taste of your skin was enough to soothe his hunger.
"Brat." he sucks your chin slowly, tongue brushing against your skin as his eyes flutter shut. By now your body is so so hot, and your cunts aching for him to do more than just play with your arousal.
"We should t-talkâabout, ah-stop that," you say weakly.
His blackened eyes open, lips still wrapped around your chin. His fingers rub up and down your slit, slowly, with barely any pressure. Jake pulls back enough to look at your body bending into his, he laughs as he wipes the spit with the back of his hand.
"Then tell me to stop." he challenges, "C'mon."
You lips purse together as you breathe harshly though your nose, hyper-aware of his fingertips prodding your hole, barely enough to penetrate.
"Stop fucking teasing me." you hiss, teeth grit. Jake's eyes narrow, somehow darkening further if possible. He tuts, head tilting to the side. You are completely fucked.
His fingers release your wrists, but the thought of moving didn't even have time to enter your consciousness, because he had already webbed your wrists to the headboard. The warm thickness of his organic webbing has you completely bound.
And maybe you'd be happier about Jake being able to use his organic webs, (without a web explosion) if you weren't currently stuck in them.
"Jake." you warn.
"Such a fucking brat." he sits back, eyes flitting over your body, completely ignoring your protests. You whine feeling his hands trace down from your shoulders to your hard nipples. Your nipples are clearly peaked under your tee, Jake wastes no time tracing around them, agonisingly slowly.
The feeling sends shivers down your spine, "Jakeâplease."
He ignores you and presses one last agonisingly sweet kiss to your parted lips, then he licks down your neck to your covered tits.
You watch him through heavy breaths, his hair is messily falling over his forehead, his blackened eyes narrow in concentration, lips swollen and pink, and his cock is straining against his joggers.
He looks stupidly hot as he lolls his tongue out and licks over one of your nipples, rapidly flicking over the fabric. His eyes meet your half lidded ones and the corner of his lip lift in amusement at your body arching into his mouth. Fucking cunt.
"Jakeâenough mmph, I get itâ I fucked up." you grit, but Jake barely looks up and just continues suckingâone hand holding your arched body against him as his spit darkens the shirt.
"Still tryna be mouthy?" he asks between sucks. You writhe against the webs, shaking your head in a poor attempt for mercy. Maybe you thought pissing Jake off would get him to fuck you harder, but you didn't expect him to tease you until you were writhing and whimpering under him, like some common whore.
He releases your nipple with a pop, a smirk gracing his lips as his palm cups your slick pussy through your shorts. Instead of pulling the damp fabric down like any regular person, he rips them off. Easily at that.
"What the fuckâ" you whisper, watching as his lip gets caught in his teeth, the way he it always does when he sees your cunt. Even behind the sea of black you could see the hunger, the heavy breaths as he composes himself.
"Just tell me what to doâplease." you whimper properly, cracking just a little. His eyes almost light up, despite being completely soulless.
He shifts up, "Gonna cry? And I'm not even inside you." he whispers, breath hot against your ear.
Your jaw tightens slightly as you suck in a breath, "Not gonna fucking cry."
"No?" his fingers press into your cheeks as his free hand continues dipping ever so slightly into your dripping pussy. You shake your head once, breath mingling with his.
In one smooth motion he rips off his joggers and boxers. His long thick length springs up, bouncing against the tee he hadn't bothered to take off. Jake's entire body was in an overdrive he'd never felt before, not like this.
He was so fucking hard, an unusual amount of pre-cum beading on his mushroom tip. He leans over you, hiking your leg over his hip and thrusts hard into your sopping pussy, tip kissing your cervix. His lips part in a harsh groan as he studies the way your jaw hangs open with a shuddering gasp, your eyes are squeezed shut, tears pricking the corners.
You're so fucking full, panting as your cunt desperately tries to accommodate his pulsing cock, which felt..bigger?
"What's wrong Y/n?" he breathes teeth grit. Your pussy flutters around his cock, Jake's eyebrows furrow as his hips snap back and forth. His fingers are digging into your hips as he fucks you on his cock.
"F-fuckâJake." you breathe barely, your head tilts back, tits bouncing with every thrust.
"What was that? Did you say harder?" he pulls you closer by your hips (despite your hands still being tied) and grinds so deep into your cunt you can feel the delicious pressure sending a wave of heatârushing through your head. His head falls back as he groans and starts pounding again, faster this time.
"Nnngghh!!" your back arches, eyes fluttering, you pulse hard around his cock, feeling your stomach tighten, "GodâJakeâplease!"
He leans forward a little, "Please what?" he demands, cock curving perfectly against your walls.
"Pleaseâplease let meâcum," you cry, tears finally leaking down your face in thick droplets, broken moans vibrate through your body.
He moans low and lewd, the sound fills the room, along with the wet smacking of your skins, the evidence of his pleasure has heat breaking out over your body. Jake could swear this is the hottest thing he's ever seen, his cock twitches against your gummy walls, watching you whine and cry and blabber utter nonsense just because he's balls deep.
"I'll beâg-good-I promise I will Jake." you whimper, eyebrows furrowing as you pull against the webs, wrists now aching.
"Ohâyeah? You will?" he tilts his head, mimicking your whiny tone with the most patronising fucking pout you've ever seen. Were you not spluttering and writhing beneath him you'd probably be cussing him out but instead:
Your lip trembles, "Mhmm yeah, please- let me cum Jakey," He slows his pace, one of his hands slide up to your chin as he leans forward, still driving into you just at an agonising paceâkeeping you on the edge.
His lips brush your jaw and his hot tongue traces your tear stained cheeks, "Sluts don't get to cum so easily baby." he says almost softly, still mocking.
"No-noâI'm sorryâplease," The veins and ridges of his cock slide against the walls of your pussy, in and out, so so slowly. That tightness in your stomach stays stagnant, infuriately so.
"Shhh just let meâah use you." Jake was deep enough to have your hips shaking with each thrust. His words getting broken by sharp inhales every time your pussy clenches, like it's trying to strangle the cum out his cock.
"Useâme nghhhhh-closeâplease i'll do anything,"
"Anything?" Jake breathes, responding faster than lighting.
Your eyes squeeze shut as you nod erratically. His hand shifts down to your thigh, holding your leg in place and his length stills, as deep as it can go. You were barely there at this point, spluttering and stammering. Mind completely numb.
Jake's cock grinds against your cervix as his hand snakes down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that send sparks flying down your spine.
"Gonna breed this pussy Y/n."
The knot in your stomach tightens, and all Jake can do is watch your beautiful face contort as he starts ramming past your swollen lips, sticky obscene sounds echoing through the room.
"Cumânow." he commands through a gritted pant.
The coils snaps past it's limit, sinking deep and bursting in the form of a clear-ish stream soaking your thighs and Jake's cock.
"âAh holy fuckâyou fucking squirted?" His hips stutter as he rides you through it, though your panting and crying.
Jake wasn't even bothering stifling his own noises, entirely entranced with how your pretty eyes roll back into your skull. With one final thrust his body lurches forward against yours, thick spurts of cum staining your walls as he pushes his swollen tip as far as it can reach.
Your head is lolled back as you pant, desperately trying to catch your breath. Jake was barely out of breath, if he was it was because he was still recovering from your pussy draining his balls dry.
The blue glow of the monitors cast harsh lines across the side of his face, it made that mean grin stretched across his face look even more sinister, if possible.
"Baby.. w-what are youâ" he cuts you off and leans forward, kissing your parted lips as he reaches up to undo the thick webbing around your wrists, it was so abrupt you barely register as he guides your arms around his neckâlips still pressed to yours.
"On your knees."
"J-JakeâI can'tâ."
"Awe baby, you said anything remember?" He doesn't wait, just flips you over himself, you barely have the strength to hold yourself up on your elbows. Your cheek presses into the pillow as he enters your battered, sopping cunt, your eyes fluttering with a broken cry.
"Tell me you wantedângh this.." he breathes rough, watching your thighs vibrate beneath him.
You nod into the pillow, swallowing a thick glob of saliva before gasping through a sob. Jake's hips smack against the plush of your ass, skin rippling with each shove.
His rough palm stretches out, hand cocking back before cascading down against your ass with a piercing smack. Your back bends into a crescent with a noise that could barely be described as human, heat tingling around the areaâburning in harsh waves.
"Use your fucking words. I know you can."
Jake sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling of your walls closing in, his enhanced senses amplifying the delicious suffocation of his cock. His eyes almost roll back, it was beyond dangerous and yet so fucking addicting.
"I w-wanted thisâso badâwanted you to fuck meâharder," your voice is hoarse, rough and muffled against the pillow.
"I-mmm I know you do."
His arm stretches out, huge hands grabbing your forearms, and pinning them behind your back. Jake pulls you back against his chest with one hand, breath ragged against your ear.
"You know, I can hear, everything Y/n." he derides, studying the side of your face with narrowed eyes, "I can hear your filthy cunt begging me for more, I can hear you struggling to breath on my cock." you whimper in response, apologies spilling out as he completely stills his movements.
"God Y/n, why didn't you tell me you're such a fucking slut." he drawls.
Your lips are wet with spit, your hair is falling over your face awkwardly, strands sticking to your parted lips. Jake's free hand, reaches around, his calloused fingers brush your trembling lipsâsweeping the loose strands out the way.
He pulls the hair over your shoulder, holding it in a loose pony tail. His hips have stopped their relentless pounding, but his length is still buried deep, tip nudging that spongey flesh that has you spluttering weakly.
"Does my baby wanna make it up to me?" he purrs low, breath fanning your ear. You turn your head a little, lips jutted out, eyes glazed. Jake tilts his head, eyes boring into yours with a curve to his lips, one that has your stomach twisting.
"Yeahâyes Jakey I'll b-be good," your words come out as barely a whisper. Jake's fingers grip your chin, turning you further so his lips are brushing your wet cheek.
"Yeah? you gonna be a good girl? he whispers.
"Mhm yeah-I will."
He bares his teeth, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.
For the next however long, Jake would be in-between your legs, sucking and slurping at your used pussy, over and over. Usually he'd start slow, he'd kiss your thighs to your core, licking softly as his pretty nose nudged your nub, he'd keep going until you'd tremble beneath him.
But now? he's devouring your mixed cum, tongue lapping up the arousal like he's never gonna have the chance again.
His black hair is tousled under your hands, his lips are soaked with your arousal. Jake's completely focused on your writhing body and every intake of breath he hadn't been able to hear these last few weeks.
Your body writhes against his splayed hand across your stomach, it keeps you pressed down into the now soaked sheets. His tongue demands your attention, the muscle thrusts into your cunt at an alarming pace.
At this point your eyes had spent more time in the back of your head than on his, your hand tugging at his hair pathetically.
He pulls back for half a second, "Harder." His free hand hooks around your thigh, pulling you so his face is buried impossibly deeper into your cunt.
Jake's tongue alternates between licking at the milky arousal, and thrusting his tongue as deep as he possibly can, over and over, even as you cry and tell him you can't anymore. Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling as your thighs clasp around his head.
"Fuckâtaste so fucking good," he mewls, even your slick is amplified in the sexiest way, he could probably cum at the the smell of your pussy alone.
You can't respond, not while your ears buzz, beyond overstimulated. You were both completely covered in a sticky layer of sweat, and each others cum.
At first you had tried to respond, but you'd lost the ability to think long ago, words spiralling into broken cries and gasps.
His fingers part your lips, slipping into your stretched hole, he revels in the way you cry outâback lifting off the bed for nth time. His tongue flicks your nub as his fingers plunge in and out setting a devastating rhythm.
Your vision has been fading in and out in waves, and your lower abdomen is sinking into a deep heat, entirely overwhelming.
Unintelligible words spill out in a voice you barely recognise as your own and all you can do is chant his name in-between sharp pants and whines. But even those words fizzle out eventually.
"Look at you, you can't even speak?" he rasps before filthily spitting directly onto your swollen bud, he adds a third finger, ramming it into you with the filthiest squelching.
His puffy lips suckle around your clit, hand still stretching across your stomach and your entire body jolts as your hand in his hair tightens into a fist. Your hips rock against his face, drowning in pleasure. An involuntary moan rips it's way out of Jakes throat against your clit.
"Go on, fucking slut, fuck yourself on my face."
You sob as your hips pick up the pace, pussy grinding against his tongue, even as your body lurches at the overstimulation. Jake's moan comes out low, almost a purr as he simultaneously stretches his tongue out, it dangles loose and wet, swaying side to side in a lazy, rhythmic motion.
The vibration has you locking up and your orgasm shatters through on you. A barely audible scream shakes through your aching body as your vision goes completely white. Your face is soaked with tears and sweat and your clit is aching in pulsing waves.
He groans low as your cum coats his lips and chin, his mouth suctions to your slit as he attempts to catch as much as he can. Jake's fingers don't slow, they keep that treacherous pace against the beaten walls of your pussy.
"Tooângnh-much!" you whimper, all high and shaky.
"Really? You were begging for it earlier." he tilts head in faux innocence, zeroed in on every micro expression. God he's so fucking annoying.
"One more f'me." His fingers and tongue continue their assault as his cock ruts against the bed.
At this point there was no noises coming out your mouth, which was hung open. Your hand bats at his shoulders, toes curling in a feeling between pleasure and pain. His head cocks up a little at the batting, but when he catches your expression, he just laughs.
"I know you love this Y/n."
He shifts up onto his knees and finally removes his fingers and Jake pushes his hardened cock back into you. His long fingers knead your tit roughly, head tilting back as he chases his own pleasure, using your body, like you're nothing more than his fuck toy.
Your eyes flutter as you drift between consciousness, and Jake's hand finds home, splaying across your neckâwith barely any pressure. It doesn't take much for his cock to burst thick pearly ropes of cum inside you, a few thrusts and he falls forward, panting into your neck.
His fingers find your clit pushing you over the edge once again, your teeth sink into his shoulder, a scream muffling into that tee he hadn't bothered to take off. Jake barely flinches at the pain, finally stilling his movements.
You collapse further into the bed as your shared pants echo though the room. The air is warm and heavy, carrying the lingering scent of sweat and tangled sheets, but neither of you find it in yourselves to care.
For a few minutes you both just lay there, completely spent, his cock still throbbing inside you, your cunt simultaneously pulsing. Gradually, you feel the tension leave Jake's body, his senses dull, and the hormone levels seem to settle.
His face is still buried in your neck, breath ragged, and for a moment you think his DNA was still fluctuating. But then he shifts a little, and pulls his head up to look at you. Instantly you notice the light had returned to them, bright brown eyes staring back at you instead of those bottomless pits.
"Y/nâfuck." His wide eyes look between yoursâalmost like he was assessing the damage, "Shit baby, did I hurt you?" he stammers, a little anxious and embarrassed.
"No JakeâI mean, in the best way." you say, he immediately notices how raspy and hoarse your voice is. He pulls back completely and sits up, his gaze darting over your face, your shoulders, anywhere he could find evidence that he'd pushed too far.
"Jake." your lips crook up into something soft and fond, his head snaps back up to your face, head tilting like a kicked puppy.
"I'm so sorry Y/nâI shouldn't havâ" you cut him off by snaking your arms around his neck, pulling his sweaty head right back down against you.
"Just shut up," you say against his hair, "You know I've been telling you to just trust yourself," You thread your fingers through his damp hair, scratching lightly against his scalp.
His limbs relax a fraction, arms tightening slightly around your waist. "I've seen you when you're fluctuating and that wasn't even 10% of your power." you continue, voice barely a whisper, "You controlled it."
For a second he doesn't say a word. Then you feel a puff of air against your neck and he buries his face further into you, "I hate that you're right."
For a moment you both stay in that same position, mind blank. Partially because he fucked you so hard your ability to form thoughts had dissipated. Jake's mind is also blank, well as blank as it can be when your senses, strength and reflexes are 40 times stronger than the average human.
"Besides, it was hot." you say after a moment, a small grin stretching across your face.
Jake lets out an almost breathless laugh into your neck, "Really was hot," he presses gentle kisses under your ear. You agree bobbing your head in a lazy nod.
"You loved it hm?" he asks pulling back once more, confidence returning.
"Jake."
He laughs softly, catching your lips as his palm rubs your hip slowly, trailing down. Fuck this man.
"Jake." you repeat between his kisses.
He hums low, vibrating right against you, but that doesn't stop his fingers from scooping up the pool of cum still leaking out of you.
You physically jolt as if electrocuted, "No- I am so serious, no more." you shake your head firmly as your hand wraps around his wristâin a poor attempt to stop him. Average human vs a super human by the way.
"Relax baby." he purrs, unfairly sparkly puppy eyes on display. Even as your brain tells you not to listen, your body listens anyway.
His fingers push the seed back between your twitching lips.
â synopsis : you two have completely different styles but opposites attract, right?
â warning : smut -mdni, dom!niki, sub!rea, pnv, oral (f.rec), fingering, HEAVILY described makeout session, use of riki/ki, niki in eyeliner, use of pet names, very clearly stated oreo!niki, swearing, rea is hyperfem, js pure smut atp, idk what else to put so js lmk
â wc : 2.2k
â # : i did it bro itâs shit but i did it. itâs four am lol and i JUST finished editing it. do not mind the first part itâs doggy poop but still. likes and reblogs appreciated and lmk iyw a p2 i guess
Riki lounged on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, the black and white strands of his hair falling into his eyes. He watched you with lazy eyes, the smudges of his eyeliner heavy against the shadows of his face.
âYou know, you look great either way, you donât need to spend so much time getting ready every morning,â he muttered, staring at the way your hair fell down your back.
âI know, but I want to,â you responded, putting your mascara down and turning in your chair to face him, âfor you.â
He smirked, scoffing slightly, âYeah? Well, if you want to look your best for me, you should get naked,â he teased, eyes travelling down to your chest.
âRiki! You're such a pervert,â you rolled your eyes and moved to sit between his legs, âIâm pretty sure you donât want me going out naked, do you?â you twirled with a strand of your hair, giggling when his eyes darkened.
You crawled closer on your knees, reaching up to fiddle with a strand of his own messy hair. Gently, you lifted your free hand to rub his chest, letting out a breath when he leaned his head back against your hand.Â
"You always look so good like this," you whispered, leaning in to press your glossed lips to the corner of his mouth. Carefully, you slid your hand down his chest, nails dragging over the thin fabric of his shirt until you reached the waistband of his black jeans. You pop the button open with practiced ease, tugging the zipper down while your other hand stays buried in his hair.
He was already half-hard when you pulled him out, warm and heavy in your palm. You stroked him slowly, thumb circling the head, spreading the bead of precum that leaked out. His hips twitched, but he stayed still, letting you play with his hair and his cock at the same time.
You leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over his lips as you muttered, "I want you to mess me up too."
Riki groaned low in his throat, his hands finally moving to grip your waist. He pulled you into his lap, your pink skirt riding up as you straddled him. The head of his cock pressed against your soaked panties, and he grinded up against you, the friction making you whimper. âFuck, I love this skirt, so pretty and pink,â he growled, toying with the white bows on the side as he rutted up against you.
"Sit on it," he muttered, voice rough. He hooked his fingers into the side of your panties and yanked them to the side, exposing your dripping pussy. You lifted up slightly, allowing him to line himself up with your entrance before sinking down onto him. Moaning, you tugged at Rikiâs hair, burying his face into your neck where he nipped and sucked on the skin there.
Riki's hands slid up under your tiny vest, unhooking your bra as you rode him. âFuck, my pretty angel,â he groaned, pulling up your vest until your chest was bare for him. He leaned down, breathing in your scent as he sucked on the top of your boobs.Â
You bounced up and down on his dick, the sounds of your wetness and sweat squelching in the room. You let out a loud whimper, leaning to hide your face in Rikiâs neck, holding tightly into his hair to ground yourself.Â
"I know you can do more, baby," he panted, gripping your hips and slamming you back down onto him. The wet sounds of your pussy taking his cock filled the room, mixing with your moans and his ragged breathing. He hissed as you gave a particularly hard tug on his hair, biting harshly on your neck as a punishment.
Still bouncing, you licked a stripe up his throat, tasting the salt of his skin, before biting down on his jaw. Riki's cock throbbed inside you, and he flips you onto your back without pulling out, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other gripped yur hip hard enough to leave marks.
He pounded into you relentlessly, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. Your outfit was completely disheveled. Skirt bunched up around your waist, vest and bra thrown somewhere, panties stretched to the side.
 "Gonna fill you up so good," he panted against your ear, his thrusting getting sloppier. "Gonna cum so deep in this tight little pussy,baby.â
You didnât answer with words. Instead, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, your walls fluttering around his cock as the coil inside your belly pulled tighter. The sight of his smeared eyeliner, the feeling of his hair between your fingers, the way he fucked you like he owns youâit all pushed you over the edge.
You came hard, back arching off the bed, pussy clenching around him. Riki followed right after, burying himself to your cervix and flooding you with his cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper and deeper.
When he finally pulled out, you could feel his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your thighs onto the sheets. Riki collapsed beside you, his hair even more of a mess, his eyeliner completely destroyed. You rolled onto your side and reached up to trace the black smudges around his eyes with your fingertip, âYouâre so good at that,â you whisper, voice quiet.
Riki stared at your pretty eyes. He could stare at those all day. Fuck. He was getting hard again.
He caught your wrist before you could pull away, bringing your fingers to his mouth and sucking your index and middle finger, letting you feel the cool metal of his tongue piercing slide against your skin.Â
The sensation made your breath hitch. He released your fingers with a wet pop and leaned in, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss. The metal stud drags over your tongue, teasing and insistent, and you fell for it, leaning in closer.Â
Riki smirked into the kiss, biting down on your bottom lip as you giggled and sucked on his. âFuck,â he drawled, tongue sliding welty against yours. You whimpered, arms around his neck while he pushed you down onto your back. His mouth travelled down,sucking on your jaw before he moved back upwards to suck on your tongue.
You pulled away, trying to catch your breath with Riki following your head insistently. Breathing heavily, a string of saliva connected both of your lips, drool coating your chin as you both made eye contact.Â
Groaning loudly at your fucked out expression, he slammed his lips back onto yours, tongue sliding deep to the back of your throat as his hands moved down to pull off whatever clothing you still had on.Â
Your own hand travelled down, pulling off his jeans completely before sliding back up to tug him closer by his hair. "Baby,â he muttered against your wet lips, âCan we have a round two?"Â
Mind clouded by the thought of you and Riki having sex, you nodded, already sliding your hands down his chest, your pretty nails scratching his pale skin.
His hair fell forward into his eyes as he crawled down over your body, palms sliding over your thighs like they were the gates to heaven.
He settled between your legs, looking up at you with those hungry, smudged eyes. The black eyeliner was completely destroyed, smeared across his rosy cheeks. The sight made your pussy clench around nothing.
"Look at this mess," he muttered, smirking as he dragged two fingers through your slick folds. His cum is still leaked out of you, mixing with your own wetness, and he spread it around your clit before leaning in.
The first lick was slow and deliberate. histongue dragging from your entrance up to your clit, the cool metal of his piercing catching on the sensitive bud. You gasped at the sensation, hips twitching, and Riki's hands tightened on your thighs, âStay still, princess.â
He buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking on your clit as you moaned loudly. The piercing caught against your clit every time he flicked his tongue over it, sending sparks through your body. He sucked your pussy between his lips, the tip of his tongue pressing against the swollen bud, and your fingers flew to his hair, tangling in the black and white strands.
"Fuck, Ki," you moaned, pushing his head down harder between your thighs. He groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs shake, and pushed his tongue inside you. His piercing dragged along your inner walls as he ate you out, practically making out with your pussy as he lapped up the mixture of his cum and your slick.
He pulled back just enough to look at you again, chin shiny and wet. "Baby, you taste like fucking heaven," he said, voice rough. Then he dove back in, eating you out with a newly found intensity.Â
Riki slid two of his fingers into your hold along with his tongue, scissoring your pussy with quick, jerky movements.Â
You arched your back off the bed as he curled his fingers deep inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars. He sucked on your clit harder, rolling his piercing over the bud in tight circles. Your grip on his hair became almost painful as you pushed him deep into your heat. Although he didnât seem to mind, groaning louder, grinding his hips against the mattress to relieve some of his own stress.
"Gonna make you cum on my tongue," he breathed against you, the words muffled but clear. "Want to feel you shake around me." He pumped his fingers faster, not stopping as he forced you closer and closer to the edge.
Your orgasm hit hard, your pussy clenching around his fingers as you cried out. Riki kept licking you through it, his tongue dragging over your sensitive clit until you were shaking and whimpering. Only then did he pull back, pressing a final kiss to your thigh before crawling up your body again.
His face was a mess, lips swollen and red, chin glistening with your cum, eyeliner running from his sweat. He kissed you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, the piercing clicking against your teeth as he pushed you into the soft plush of the matress.
He didnât give you time to catch your breath before he slid back down between your thighs, his black and white hair brushing against your skin as he settled in again. His hands grip your hips hard enough to leave marks, pulling you closer to his mouth.
"Still so fucking wet," he murmured, dragging his tongue through your slick folds in one long stroke. The metal of his piercing caught on your entrance before he pushed it inside, fucking you shallowly with just the tip of his tongue. Your thighs trembled around his head.
He pulled back to suck your folds between his lips, the piercing rolling over the swollen bud in tight circles. He pushed his two fingers back into your pussy, curling against that spot that made your vision brighten and blur. He pumped them steadily while his tongue worked your clit, wet squelching sounds filling the room.
Your fingers found his hair again, tugging hard as he moaned against your entrance. Teasingly, Riki added a third finger, stretching you open while his tongue flicked faster into your tight pussy.
"Riki- fuck-" you whined, back arching as he sucked harder, fingers hitting the spotlight He showed no signs of stopping, tongue working along with his long fingers as your thighs shook deliciously around your head.
He pulled back just enough to let out a broken, âCan you cumin my tongue again?" before he dove back in. His fingers pumped faster, tongue pressing flat against your clit as he dragged his piercing over it. Your orgasm crashed through you, pussy camping down on his fingers while he licked you through it, the wet muscle of his tongue sliding sloppily against your folds.
Your cum flooded out onto his mouth and chin, soaking the bed sheets beneath you as your whole body trembled. âKi!â you whined loudly, back arching as he kicked up all the remnants on your orgasm.
âShit, you taste so good,â Riki groaned, pushing up to lay on top of you, your sweaty bodied tangling in the heat of your bedroom.
You looked up at him, pupils blown wide as you spoke, completely spent, âYour eyeliner looks better now, maybe we should do this every time before we go out,â you joked.
Riki smirked, dipping his head down to suck and bite at the skin on your neck, âYou know I would never pass up on an opportunity like that, pretty thing,â he responded while licking your jaw, âthat sounds like the best way to get ready every morning.â
You hummed, fingers sliding through his hair and scratching his head, âIâm going to get a shower⊠come with?â you giggled.
âAs if I would say no to that,â Riki pushed off you, still naked, and reached down to grab your hands as he pulled you up and into the bathroom. âThis is going to be the best shower of my fucking life,â he muttered to himself while locking the door behind you both.
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, cock riding, oral (f receiving), fingering, degradation, mean mean dom jo, sub!reader, reader wears a skirt with a bunny tail, nicho catching strays sorry bro
Asakura Jo isn't a rough man by any means.
In fact he's the softest creature to ever exist. The gentlest hands that always guided, the most soothing voice that never failed to calm a soul down and the prettiest smile that would have brought even a cloudy sky a smile.
.....is what everybody thought.
You on the other hand? His beloved girlfriend?
Oh honey you knew this man could be rough, rough, rough.
Handsâthe prettiest fingers, so slender, so perfect when they figured out where your clit was hiding and so evenly pressured when they'd press down until you'd be screaming and writhing in his lap. They were so unfairly long and such an unfairly pretty fit in your pussy, unfair unfair unfair that they could get you so pathetic for him.
That voiceâoh so deep like the rumbling of the earth in your ears. Your boyfriend would have you sat on his lap, his chest to your back, and he'd be opening you up with the aforementioned very pretty fingers and just mumbling sweet nothings in your ear, 'Such pretty sounds angel' 'Aww is my angel going to cum for me so soon?'
And oh fuck that fucking smile. The way he'd just smirk up at you while he's knelt between your legs, such a sweet, smug grin as if he hadn't just destroyed your entire mental capacity with his tongue. Sugar coated tongue of his, what ecstacy coated the tip such that only one touch had you gripping his hair and riding his beautiful face?
So, obviously with all this knowledge in your pretty little mind, you should have known better than to piss your boyfriend off. That too, on a rare peaceful friday night.
In your defense, it was his fault! After all, he should have paid more attention to you when you'd practically stripped naked in front of him and he still had his eyes glued on whatever stupid game he'd been playing the other night. 'Five more minutes, angel, I promise', and those five more minutes had eventually led to you sleeping at 10 pm, your pussy abandoned and sad.
So of course you had to wear your prettiest skirt with the ridiculous little puffy white bunny tail to your friday night party right? And of course you had to be all up in Nicholas's business right? What else was a girl supposed to do? Sit still while her hot hunk of a boyfriend didn't pay attention to her? What were you, some sort of patient, not horny 24/7 saint?
Jo had tried, it wasn't like he didn't, to reach down to your ass to play with the bunny tail while you had been doing your makeup but you merely slapped his hand away. Then he'd tried to cage you in against the bathroom counter, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck. You had to admit, you almost fell inâeyes tracing over his figure, so lean and tall, pretty pink lips against the area where your shoulder met your neck, but you stood your ground, telling him sternly that your makeup had to be perfect today. All your poor boyfriend did then was pout and slump away. And he hadn't said anything to you at the party either, preferring to brood over his damned whiskey.
That is, until, he saw your hands (pretty manicured nails the colour of his damn tip) brush across the leather of Nicholas's sleeve. All he saw at that point was red and the way your legs were on full display to everybody there. And the tail of course.
Pretty little bunny.
The door to your apartment slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing like a thunderclap in the tense silence. Before you could even kick off your heels, Jo's body crashed into yours, pinning you hard against the wall. The scent of him, half-whisky-tipsy was a potent aphrodisiac, and your panties were already drenched.
His hands gripped your wrists, slamming them up above your head as his mouth devoured yours in a brutal kiss. His tongue plunged deep, claiming every inch that always belonged to him anyways, tasting of barely restrained fury. Jealousy was so very delicious-âyou really ought to do this more often.
"Spoilt fucking brat." Jo grunted against your lips, his voice that deep rumble that vibrated straight to your core. "Teasing me all damn night with that skirt hiked up." You gasped into him, your body arching instinctively, but he held you immobile, his lean frame pressing you flat, "And Nicholas? You think I didn't see those claws on him?"
His free hand roamed down, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass cheek before delivering a sharp smack that made you half-scream and half-moan, a fact that he'd always abused. Your skin tingled under his palm as he squeezed the puffy tail, twisting it just enough to make you squirm.
"This tail's been begging for my attention all night, hasn't it bunny?" Jo muttered, his breath hot on your neck as he nipped at your jaw.
Another smack landed, harder this time, the crack echoing off the walls, and you felt your pussy clench, already soaking through the thin fabric. He kneaded the plush tail between his fingers, tugging it back to grind against your entrance, the pressure making your thighs tremble.
Jo released your wrists only to trail his mouth downward, lips dragging over your collarbone, sucking bruises into the swell of your breasts through your top. He yanked the fabric down, exposing your chest to the cool air before latching onto one tit, teeth grazing the peak as his tongue flicked mercilessly.
You threaded your fingers into his hair, pulling, but he just chuckled darkly, the vibration shooting sparks through you. Lower still, his kisses turned sloppy and possessiveâacross your stomach, nipping the curve of your hip. And god knows you were more drenched than the Niagara falls.
He dropped to his knees with a predatory grace, that smug smile curling his pretty lips as he hooked one of your legs over his broad shoulder. His hands gripped your thigh, nails biting in, spreading you wide.
"No running now, sweetheart." Jo taunted, eyes locked on your drenched pussy, the bunny tail peeking out like an invitation.
Your mean, mean boyfriend leaned in, hot breath ghosting over your folds before his tongue flattened against your clit, licking a slooooow stripe that had your hips bucking. You moaned, loud and broken, but of course he wasn't done. His princess deserved the best treatment, after all. Spoilt fucking princess.
With effortless strength, he hauled your other leg over his shoulder too, your back sliding up the wall as your feet left the floor entirely. Now you dangled, trapped against his face, no escape from the onslaught.
Jo's glorious mouth sealed over your pussy, sucking your clit between his lips with ruthless suction while his tongue delved inside, fucking into you with wet, obscene thrusts. All the while, one hand stayed clamped on your ass, fingers relentlessly squeezing and pulling at the bunny tail, the fabric dragging against your sensitive rim with every tug.
"That's it, bunny," he murmured between devastating laps, his voice muffled against your slick heat. "Oh she's fucking dripping isn't she? Not so brave now are we, angel?"
His free hand joined the fray, two long fingers sliding into your pussy alongside his tongue, curling up to stroke that spot that made fucking galaxies burst behind your eyelids. He twisted the tail harder, smacking your ass again for good measure, the dual sensations overwhelmingâpain mingling with pleasure, his mouth devouring you like he was starved. Well he was starved, who could resist this pretty bunny after all?
Your thighs quivered around his head, squeezing his ears as the coil in your belly tightened unbearably. Jo didn't let up, humming low against your clit, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge. If there existed heaven it would be getting squished to death by your legs.
He squeezed the tail one final time, yanking it back to expose more of you to his greedy tongue, and you shattered, crying out his name as your orgasm ripped through you, walls clenching around his fingers while you gushed over his chin.
Jo lowered you slowly from the wall, your legs wobbling like jelly as he set your feet on the floor. Cum dripped down your thighs, mixing with his saliva, but he didn't give you a second to recover. His grip on your wrist tightened, yanking you toward the living room couch with purposeful strides. That smug grin never faded, eyes dark with lust and lingering anger as you stumbled forward, the bunny tail bobbing with every step.
Your beloved sank onto the cushions first, legs spread wide, and unzipped his pants in one fluid motion. His cock came freeâgorgeous veins you knew like the back of your hand, the tip flushed the same pink as your nails, already leaking pre-cum from watching you fall apart.
"Come here sweetheart." Jo said, tapping his thigh, "Why don't you come sit and show me how good bunnies can bounce?"
He back with arms draped over the couch backrest, not a single touch offered. Heat flooded your cheeks at his words, but your pussy throbbed, aching to be filled like the needy little thing she was. Hey, could anyone blame her with how fine Jo was looking at the moment, with those darkened, half lidded eyes?
You straddled his lap, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. Gripping the base of his cock with trembling fingers, you lined him up and sank down inch by inch. He stretched you wiiide, the burn delicious after his tongue, your walls fluttering around his girth as you bottomed out with a whine.
"Needy little bunny." Jo taunted, watching intently as you lifted your hips and slammed back down, "Aww, she wants me soooo bad, doesn't she?"
His hands stayed locked behind his head, biceps flexing but making no move to assist. You set a rhythm, bouncing steadily, tits jiggling with each drop, the bunny tail brushing his thighs. Sweat beaded on your skin, thighs burning from the effort, but he just smirked, thrusting his hips up lazily once to meet you halfway before stopping.
"Pathetic. Can't even fuck yourself properly without whining," he sneered, eyes raking over your bouncing form. "Think I should have stretched you more, hmm bunny?"
His words stung, but they only spurred you on. You rode harder, grinding your clit against his pelvis on every downstroke, chasing friction. Fuck, you'd show him how good bunnies could bounce but also, in all honestly you were already spent. He usually helped you to ride him, but your mean beloved wasn't even touching you right now.
The tail tugged against your ass with the motion, adding sparks of sensation, but fatigue crept inâyour pace faltered, breaths coming in pants. Jo's cock twitched inside you, but he held still, denying you his thrusts, his grip on the couch unyielding.
"Aw, tired already?" He mocked, voice dripping venom. "Keep going, bunny. Milk my dick with that sloppy little pussy or I'll make you hump my thigh instead."
Tears pricked your eyes from the burn in your legs, pleasure building frustratingly slow without his help. You bounced desperately, ass slapping his thighs, the wet sounds filling the room. Just when you thought you couldn't continue, Jo's resolve cracked. His hands shot to your hips, fingers digging bruises as he yanked you down hard, finally thrusting up to meet you.
"Fuckâtake it, angel." Jo groaned, pounding into you from below with brutal force, "Goooood bunny, such a good bunny for me."
One hand slid back to grab the bunny tail, squeezing and pulling it roughly while his cock hammered your g-spot. The dual assault shattered youâyour orgasm crashed over, pussy spasming wildly around him as you squirted, soaking his lap and the couch beneath.
Cum gushed out with every thrust, drenching his balls, your cries echoing as he fucked you through it, unrelenting until you collapsed against his chest, spent and trembling.
Asakura Jo wasn't a rough man by any means.
But god fuck did you (and your pussy!) loooveee when he was.
"Wanna show me what that mouth can do, bunny?"
fin.
A/N: hi i wrote this in an hour and a half what the fucking lock in bro hello what the fuck i am scaring myself. So this basically means I wont be able to write anything else for the next week yay fml. Mean dom Jo oh lord my fucking beloved. I just know Izzy and Kayz are gonna cumbust when they see this and I can't wait to see.
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thinking aboutâŠnonchalant boyfriend jo that genuinely lives to please you. like he is aware that as the woman...as his woman you are the prize and so he practically kisses the ground the walk on. asakura jo would rather die than let you experience life without having your way.
but it's not meant to be taken in vein. he sets the standard.
warnings: smut (mdni), i don't feel like listing everything out but if you've read any of my other works this is nothing too crazy at all!
wc: 2k-ish
guys i actually feel sick because i need him so bad and he will never be my man...this is so fucking awful LET'S ALL JUST DIE!
nonchalant!jo that has no idea just how good he is at taking care of you. but thatâs because he doesnât do it for validation, heâs just good at knowing what you needâsometimes before you need it.
nonchalant!jo will never truly understand that youâre just as obsessed with him as he is you, but since being with him makes you the happiest girl in the world he wouldnât dare do anything to interfere.
early in your relationship he has to grow accustomed to what it means to be âneededâ by someone that he would consider so "out of his league". but once he gets it he realizes there truly is no match better for him than you.
nonchalant!jo finds no satisfaction greater than making it happen. whatever âitâ is and by any means.Â
at the drop of a hat heâs carrying your things without even asking if youâd be fine doing it on your own. propping your legs up after a long day and asking you if you want to talk about it, ready to change the subject or be all ears depending on your response. greeting you at the most spontaneous times with tokens of apprecitation. not only because he knows you will give him the same look you always do before you're wrapping your arms around his neck in a tender embrace, but because he feels like it.
nonchalant!jo wants nothing more than to make you feel good, even if in the beginning of your relationship he has no real experience.
he spent hours recalling everything he'd been told by his friends who had been sexually active for years ahead of him, even attempting to watch porn he'd been unfamililar with. all of this to ensure that he'd be prepared to show you another way he was more than capable of taking care of you.
nonchalant!jo admits that he doesnât know the first thing about foreplay when you finally begin to explore intimacy together.Â
but despite his lack of experience he handles the situation with an abundance of poise. he apologizes more than you know humanly possible, offering you a firm kiss on the lips before heâs already taking your advice and trying again, easing his warm slender fingers back insideâslowly this time. his eyes, like magnets, are watching your every move. committing the visual of you contorting in pleasure to memory.Â
jo doesnât stop until he truly feels like heâs got you figured out.Â
the tips of his fingers prune between your trembling thighs before he finally pulls away, cooing at your limp figure and offering you praise. your chest swells as he mutters a hushed âthank youâ into the damp skin of your neck, retreating to the foot of the bed. he glides a warm cloth against your puffy cunt, careful to be gentle. then he grabs you anything he thinks you may need: water, a clean pair panties, and your shorts from their abandoned place on the floor.Â
he lays behind you, aware that you can feel his brick-like intrusion nestled between your thighs. he knows you wouldnât have minded going further, but itâs not important.
as long as youâre taken care of.
once nonchalant jo! knows the literal ins and outs of your body, he becomes a big problem.Â
youâre sat atop his lap, your hands clasped behind his head as you shamelessly squirm.
âjo, pleaseâd-donât tease.â you whine, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. he shivers at the contact, hissing and tilting his head without breaking eye contact with you. your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth, youâre fighting the smirk off your lips as you watch goosebumps decorate his skinâs surface.
âiâm not teasing youâŠwell not intentionally.â jo whispers, his hand at your hip delivering a firm squeeze before it falls, dragging down the side of your thigh until it rests lazily.Â
âjust tell me what you want, pretty girl.â
âyou know exactly what i want.â you mumble, taking joâs hand in your own and placing it on the front of your pants instead.Â
without another word his fingers dip into your waistband, as if to silently reply.
the first press of joâs thumb against your swollen clit has your back arched, forcing your chest towards his face. he wastes no time planting numerous open mouthed kisses to the exposed skin at the neckline of your top. his own flesh runs hot at the combined thud of your heartbeat beneath his lips and the throbbing of your clit against the pad of his thumb. this is all extremely addictive.
âfuck!â you pant, holding jo impossibily closer with your hand at the back of his head.
your heat is more than welcoming to the first two fingers jo thrusts inside. it only takes a few flicks of his wrist for your arousal to quickly pool in the palm of his hand.Â
âyou take my fingers so well baby, love seeing you like this.â jo mewls, pulling his head away to watch you fall apart.
when you notice the way he refuses to pull his eyes away from your body you whimper, ironically growing shy as a deep huff leaves your lips, your cunt brutality clenching around his fingers.
you're well aware that he's just as affected as you are, but he barely shows it and you're salvating at the fact.
with his free hand jo alternates between toying at your nipples until they grow hard and palming your tits.Â
you pull the front of your tank top down messily until your top half is practically bare, hungry to be fondled properly.Â
jo's pupils dilate, he's focused. his gaze follows your ministrations until you're exposed then he's leaning towards you again without breaking eye contact. his lips enclose around one of your nipples and the pit of your stomach is molten.
ânng! joâbaby iâm so close,â you whine, gasping as he repeatedly punches that familiar gummy spot inside. your eyes flutter, head lulling, suddenly too heavy to be held upright. you canât help but dig your nails into joâs shoulder for leverage. he hisses beneath you at the bite but you both know he all but minds.
âwhat are you waiting for?â jo quips, none of his motions between your legs falter.
âdonât wanna finish like thisâshit!â you choke on your words when his teeth graze your nipple. your core begins to burn as you fight off your orgasm.Â
âpleaseâw-want you inside. need you inside.â
in a blink joâs pulling his fingers out of you. his hand are already on his belt buckle so he ignores the way you whimper at the loss. freeing himself he messily pumps his cock, hissing at the lack of care that heâs handling his leaking flesh with. but thatâs immediately of little importance as he watches you position yourself over him with no hesitation.Â
he knows what you need.
his grip on your hip is firm as he forces his cock between your folds. you roll your hips until his blunt tip nudges your clit, shoulders shuddering and lips parting in a gasp.
jo stills your hips before pulling you down until your pelvis is flush against his. the sound that escapes your throat is pornographic and you undoubtedly start to tremble.Â
âshit! âs such a tight squeeze.â jo pants, to himself rather than to you, although he doesnât adjust the volume of his voice much.Â
call it placebo, or maybe just the jo effect, but you think you can feel the tip of his dick in your chest.Â
without too much time to adjust you feel joâs hips thrusting upwards and you have to force yourself to let out a breath you had no idea you were holding. he alternates between languid strokes and grinding into you when heâs buried the deepest.Â
your eyes are glossed over as you can barely hold your weight above your boyfriend each time his cock is completely sheathed inside.Â
it annoyingly seemed effortlessâthe way jo repeatedly delivered you satisfaction beyond anything you couldâve managed on your own.Â
he couldnât give less of a fuck about his own pleasure, enthralled by the sight of you writhing around in his lap. proof that you're being taken care of the way he knows you desire. the way he knows you deserve.Â
once your eyebrows furrowâthe way he knows they do before you start babbling and creaming his cockâhis hand that was just inside of you a short moment ago is on the familiar path between your thighs, determined to send you over the edge.
in minutes youâre an incoherent mess at the mouth.
âthat's it baby, give it to me.â jo insists, never stilling his movements.
suddenly the calculated torque of his hips forces your body rigid. a singular high pitched moan leaves your lips and once you start cum you donât know if youâll stop.
your cunt absurdly strangles joâs cock at the base, his grunts fall music to your ears as they ringâand heâs never met a better feeling.Â
being so deep inside of you was heavenly, but he couldâve cum from just the visual of you so fucked out that your body could barely withstand the stimulation.
as your breathing returns to normal and you can bear the weight of your own limbs with some assistance, jo is quick to find your lips with his own, whispering a plethora of praise in between the two of you when you finally pull away.
the smirk on his face is sinful, and your chest immediately grows hot.
because heâs not laughing at you, or even teasing.
heâs genuinely pleased, but not because heâs still buried deep inside of your cunt, victim to the way your walls spasm as your orgasm culminates. heâs pleased because your cum is leaking out of you and into his lap.Â
youâre content, so he is too. thatâs why heâs smiling.Â
the thought has you nauseatingly smitten. enough to make your head spin more than it already is.Â
because this is the jo you know, the jo heâs always been.Â
after allâŠto take care of you was to take care of himself.
yomi note: yay á” á” á” you made it to the end! thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed.
also i miss writing for all of you so much :( UGH i have lots of unfinished fics and also finished drafts that just need to be edited. i've been having such a hard time getting thoughts out of my head and into coherant sentences that can be published lmao. but just know i'm not abonding this account, it's harder to get rid of me than you think...
have a great weekend and hopefully you hear from me again soon <3
