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(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) these were just some fics i have saved in my notes app lol :p i will keep updating this list! i couldn't include everything since i can't find some users anymore sadly :( i will soon add recs for james as well! keep coming back to see my updates if you wanna :3
synopsis : nicholas wang was the vice captain for the basketball team. it just so happens that he’s also been your roommate for years now, but yet, the two of you have never been particularly close. that was, until nicholas arrives to your shared apartment with bruises on his face, you demand for an explanation only for him to tell you that he was defending you against your ex-boyfriend who cheated on you, aka his teammate.
warnings && tags : smut. mdni. porn w plot. oral sex (f!receiving). p in v. unprotected sex (don’t). cumming inside (no!). small mention of cheating (ex). pet names. hair pulling. breeding kink (if you squint). cum denial. cumeating. overstimulation. degradation. cockwarming. switch!nico (i think). making out (lots). belly bulge. squirting (f). creampie. manhandling. slight praise kink. hickeys.
wc: 6.8k — (6825)
dreemxz note : this is my first time writing smut (EVER). sorry if this isn’t good or like accurate (#virgin sorry guys). please let me know if i miss any tags so i can correct it. proof read but there may be errors (ignore them pls)
You finally finished the project your professor assigned two days ago–you hated his class. He’d treat his class like a boot camp. In time you became starved so here you were, scrolling through your notes; RECIPES on the notes app. You decided to make some pasta–with chicken of course–at first you debated only making some for yourself but with a quick glance at the clock, you realized that it was around the time your roommate came home. Nicholas Wang.
You and Nicholas didn’t get along much, you’d rarely see him in the 2-bedroom apartment you both shared, and when you did, you both didn’t talk much. But since you were feeling kind today, you added more penne pasta to the boiling water in the pot. The seasonings were perfectly lined up in front of you as you cut the chicken breast into small pieces. Your eyebrows furrowed in deep focus, careful not to cut yourself with the big kitchen knife. Right after you finished cutting the pieces you heard the sound of numbers being entered into the digital keypad.
Your head lifts the same moment Nicholas steps into your view. From where you stood you could see the tiredness in his body, the subtle beard growing from days of not shaving. He didn’t notice you at first but when he did he gave you an awkward smile. “Hey, making pasta, you want some?”
Nicholas gives you a tight smile and nods. You nod slightly at him before he walks past the kitchen and toward his room. You watch him walk away, the black tee hugging all of his muscles, the grey shorts decorated with his football team’s logo–a wolf.
Nicholas was the vice captain of the basketball team. He was scouted alongside your friend Jo. You clear your throat and shift your attention back to your dinner. You seasoned the chicken and carefully put it into the pot. You grabbed the lid and covered the pot, reaching for your phone, you set a timer for ten minutes, then you’d check up on it.
You began to scroll through your notifications. A couple of texts from your friends asking if you wanted to bake with her tomorrow. You responded with a simple yes and went to Instagram, liking a couple of stories and commenting on Fuma’s new hiking post. You giggled at Maki’s enthusiasm: “YEAH BROOOOOO AYEEEEEE” “TS IS SO FIRE” “COULD NEVER BE ME.” You knew Fuma would no doubt be embarrassed but appreciated by his friend's comments.
“FUCK!” The sudden manly yell made you jump out of your skin, giving the food a side glance, making sure it was cooking fine, you hurried toward the direction of his room. The thought of knocking didn’t even cross your mind as you swung the door open.
“Are you–” You paused your sentence, too stunned to speak. In front of you was Nicholas leaning against his dresser, his head thrown back slightly, panting. But now his full, undivided attention fell on you. He wasn’t just against his dresser. He was almost fully unclothed. The only piece of clothing was a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers that hung way too low.
You swallowed, a thick lump of spit traveled back down your throat, and your eyes trailed down his figure unintentionally. There have been many times when you have seen Nicholas walking around aimlessly with just a towel hung loose on his waist, but this sight in front of you made you hungry.
He straightened up, causing you to snap your eyes back to his and lock eye contact with him. You refused to look anywhere else. You cleared your throat. “Hm–Are you–Are you okay? I heard your yell.”
Nicholas takes a second to respond, “Uh, yeah, sorry to scare you. I just–” He turns his body toward you, giving you a full view of his defined abs. You refused. You couldn’t move your eyes anywhere other than his face, afraid of doing something you’d regret. “I’m frustrated.” You beckoned him to continue. “The coach decided to bench me for two entire games.”
“What?”
He nods, “Yeah, uh,” Nicholas scratches above his eyebrow, “I kind of got into it with Sunghoon.” Ah, him. You swallow hard at the mention of him.
Curiously, you ask, “Why?” Be careful to approach him with the question as you cross your arms in front of him. You look at his face for a second, and that’s when you notice he has a cut on his lip and his eye is sort of red. You gasp, immediately throwing yourself his way and cupping his face with your cold hands.
Nicholas winces at the coolness, but also the pressure. He hisses, and you remove your hands.
“Shit, Nico. What the fuck did he say? Did he say anything about you or the gro–” Before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted you.
“You. He brought you up.” You took a step back, arms flopping to your sides.
Sunghoon Park was your ex-boyfriend for two years. You thought you two were endgame–a wedding, a house, and kids were all in your books. But, to him, your relationship was a silly game. For an entire year, he made you out to be a fool and made you believe he truly was the one for you.
Except he made it clear the day you had to stay out late in the campus library.
You had finished earlier than expected, and as you walked back to your dorm, you saw him hand in hand with another girl. Then you watched as he leaned down not just to peck her lips–no, he gripped her waist, like he did to you, put her hair behind her ear, as he did with you, and he kissed her with desperation–like he couldn’t live without her. All like he preached to you.
You blink up at him. “The fuck?”
Nicholas looked down at you with remorseful eyes. “Yeah, asshole decided to bring you up out of nowhere.”
You gulp, crossing your arms. “What did he say?”
“It’s better if you don’t know. Asshole’s like him can never keep their mouths closed.”
You huffed, “You’d think I would be the one to still talk about him, but it seems he’s still butthurt I did it in front of the entire team.” You shift your weight from one foot to another, completely forgetting that Nicholas was almost naked in front of you.
Without thinking, you reached up and lightly touched the corner of his lips. His head jerked back instinctively with a wince. “Shit, sorry. Let me help you.” Nicholas immediately shook his head.
“No, it’s fine. I can do it myself. But I have to take a quick shower first, so…” Nicholas now seemed aware that he was just standing in his boxers. “If you’ll excuse me…”
You cleared your throat, rapidly blinking, “right, sorry. I’ll be in the kitchen…if you need me.” You don’t let your eyes leave him until you’re out of the room.
You make it three steps down the hall before your composure cracks.
“Get it together,” you mutter under your breath, pressing your palm briefly to your forehead like that’ll reset your brain. It doesn’t. You inhale sharply and push into the kitchen, immediately greeted by the aggressive sizzle of your pot. “Oh shit.”
You rush to the stove and turn down the fire, lifting the lid completely to examine the food. A cloud of steam hits your face as you grab a utensil to stir the food. Once everything is fine, you let out a big sigh, gripping the counter as if it’d run away from you.
“This is Nicholas,” you whisper. “You barely talk. He’s just your roommate. That’s it.” Except it doesn’t feel like just that anymore. He defended you even if you weren’t close. He probably left your ex in a worse condition than he was in.
The sound of the shower turning on echoes faintly from down the hall, but that makes everything worse.
You busy yourself quickly, draining the pasta, seasoning the chicken again, tossing everything together, as if muscle memory can outrun your thoughts. By the time you’re done, you’ve plated two bowls without even realizing it.
You move them towards the kitchen table and set them up. “Not gonna lie… it smells really good out here.” Your grip on the bowls tightens before you turn around.
Nicholas stands there, hair damp, a loose gray shirt clinging slightly to his shoulders, fresh sweats sitting low on his hips. You gulp and look away, tugging at your collar aggressively.
“Thanks. But now eat so I can clean your wounds.”
For the next fifteen minutes, the two of you ate in silence. There was an unspoken tension that you could both feel. You weren’t exactly sure what it was, but it was there.
Nicholas had long finished his food, just minutes before you did. Once your fork hit the bowl, he sprang up and took the bowl before you could say anything.
You were still chewing your food when he did that, so you immediately coughed as you forced the food. “What the hell? You scared the shit out of me.” He ignores you. He just takes your bowl like it’s the most normal thing in the world and walks it over to the sink, stacking it with his.
“You eat slow,” he mutters, turning on the faucet.
You scoff, grabbing your cup and taking a quick sip to recover. “Or maybe you eat like someone’s gonna steal your food.” A quiet huff leaves him.
The water runs as he rinses the bowls, his back facing you. The gray shirt clings more now around his shoulders, damp in places, and you hate that your eyes linger for even a second longer than they should.
You look away. Again.
Once he’s finished, you don’t give him time to argue as you take his hands and lead him into your room, heading straight for your bathroom.
He’d been here once or twice, the nights you’ve come home absolutely hammered after a night out at the club, you had stumbled your way inside the apartment, and he had managed to drag you to your room in the dead of night. But seeing it during dawn felt different.
Even if he’d been your roommate for a long time, he had to admit, he didn’t know you that well. You get first aid things from your cabinets before you turn over to look at him.
“Come,” you say, sitting on the bathroom counter. “I said I’d clean your wounds.”
Nicholas glances over at you. “You don’t have to—”
“I know,” you cut him off, “Sit down.”
There’s a brief pause before he listens to you and awkwardly sits on the counter. He watches as you fiddle the cap to the ointment, and the first aid kid you set it down on the counter next to him, opening it with more focus than necessary. You slowly start to apply stuff to his lips. Your hands are colder than usual, Nicholas hisses as your hand cups his cheek. “Don’t flinch,” you mumble.
“I didn’t flinch,” he replies.
You don’t look up from his lips as you reply, “You literally hissed.”
“Because your hands were freezing.” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing.
You roll your eyes, scooting closer. In correspondence, Nicholas spreads his legs wider, and you tilt his chin slightly with your fingers. “Yeah, well, deal with it.” You hadn’t realized your position yet. He was on the bathroom counter with you standing between his spread legs, leaving you no space to move freely.
You hadn’t noticed, but he had.
His breath hitched the moment you had scooted closer to get the ointment on, his eyes narrowing down past your face, accidentally falling on your breasts. The way you were leaning into him and giving him the perfect angle to look into the valley of your breasts made his heart jump.
He quickly looked away, even if his heart was telling him no.
Your touch is lighter now—more careful—as you dab at the cut on his eyebrow with antiseptic. He tenses a little, but stays still, his eyes fixed somewhere on your face.
You try not to notice. You really try, but it’s hard when he’s this close.
When you can feel his breath, steady but heavier than usual. Every time your fingers brush his skin, something in your chest reacts like it shouldn’t. “You could’ve just ignored him, now you’re going to have a black eye and a busted lip,” you say quietly, still focused on his eyebrow.
Nicholas scoffs softly. “Yeah, and let him keep talking?”
You frown slightly. “I don’t care what he says.”
“I do.” The words come out quicker than intended. When Nicholas realizes this, his eyes widen, but they falter when you pause and stare at him. Your hand stills for half a second before you continue, slower now, and look away.
“…Why?” You don’t look at him when you ask.
But you feel it, the way his gaze settles on you again, deeper.
“You already asked me that,” he says.
“And you didn’t answer.” Your wrist is gently caught, and you freeze at the touch. Nicholas’s hand isn’t tight. He’s not forcing anything. Just… holding you there, enough to stop your movement.
You finally look up. He’s already looking at you. “I don’t like the way he talked about you,” he says, quieter now. “Like you were just… something he could mess with and walk away from.”
Your chest tightens. “He doesn’t get to do that, especially when he cheated and lied to you.” Your lips part slightly, but nothing comes out.
“Nico…” you start, but your voice comes out softer than you expect.
His grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go completely; instead, his free hand tests the waters. He brings it to your waist, and he watches as you inhale and look down at his hand. Then, it slowly comes down to your hip where he begins to circle your clothes skin with his thumb.
“You deserve better than that,” he adds. Nicholas stares down at you with hooded eyes. His eyes have suddenly switched, turning from a friendly stare to something you couldn’t quite place.
Your heart stutters, but you try to laugh it off, to lighten it, to push it somewhere safer. “You barely even talk to me, and suddenly you’re—what—my personal bodyguard?”
A small smile tugs at his lips. “Something like that. I could be, if you really wanted me to.”
You shake your head, but there’s no real bite in it. “You’re stupid.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Probably.” Neither of you moves.
Your hand is still in his, and your other hand is still hovering near his face. You swallow, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re fine now. It’s just a small cut.”
“Mm,” he hums, but he doesn’t move back, doesn’t let go of your waist or your hand. You should move away and push him off of you. You should, but you don’t. Instead, you stay right there, caught in the quiet, in the warmth of his hand around your wrist, in the way he’s looking at you like he’s trying to figure something out.
You can feel his breath on your face as you flutter your lashes up to him. “Fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head as he finally tears his gaze off of you and looks down.
Your voice barely comes out as a whisper, “What?”
Nicholas chuckles, his shoulders jerking, “You make me feel insane.”
Your brows knit together, your heart thudding harder at the way he says it. “How?” you ask, quieter now.
He exhales slowly, his grip on your wrist loosening just enough for you to pull away, but you don’t. His hand is still warm against your skin, his thumb still brushing slow, absent circles against your hip like he forgot it was even there.
“Because I’m trying really hard,” he mutters, eyes dropping for a second before lifting back to yours, “to not do something I might regret.”
Your breath catches.
The air shifts.
“What would you regret?” you ask, even though part of you already knows.
His jaw tightens slightly. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up. “You really wanna ask me that right now?” he says, voice lower now, rougher.
You don’t say anything. His hand slides a little firmer against your hip, grounding you in place. His other hand finally lets go of your wrist, but only so it can come up, fingers brushing lightly along your jaw before settling just under your chin.
Your breath hitches.
“Nico…” you whisper, but it comes out like a small whimper. This makes Nicholas’ eyes darken. He never knew such noise could get him this excited.
His thumb tilts your chin just slightly upward.
“Last chance,” he murmurs.
You stare into his eyes as you try to puzzle this, one moment you were just innocently cleaning his wounds, and the next, you’re leaning.
Both of your lips clash like oceans, with desperation and lust. The thumb that had been resting on your chin wanders over to your neck, where he wraps his entire hand around it.
Your lips move on their own, chasing the high you didn’t know you desperately needed.
A moan escapes your mouth as Nicholas gives your neck a small squeeze. The action caused your mouth to open slightly, but it was enough for him to slip his tongue inside.
His other hand comes to your head, cradling it and digging his fingers in your hair with desperation.
The kiss started to get messier, with his tongue moving against your own, and you felt like you could no longer breathe. With a small push, you disconnected yourself from him, heavy breathing.
His pupils were dilated and filled with hunger, just like yours.
No words were needed to communicate what you both needed next. Nicholas hopped off the counter, completely disregarding the small kit next to him, ignoring how much his face was hurting. All he wanted was to ruin you.
He towered over you, but he suddenly crouched, picking you up and making you lock your legs around his waist.
Luckily, the door to the bathroom had been open, making it easier for him to move into your room, all while he nuzzled his head in your neck, giving you light but sloppy kisses, marking you up.
“Nico…” the more you said his name, the more he wanted to ruin you.
He carefully set you down on your bed, pushing himself up to hover just above you. The gold chain he always wore was peaking out from his neckline until it slipped, dangling over your face.
“Are you sure about this?”
You had never felt more annoyed than now. With a roll of your eyes, you replied, “Just fuck me already.” You pulled him by the chain and kissed him harshly.
He let out a whimper of surprise. You could feel him smirk into the kiss.
Desperate, you put your hands on his chest and flipped him onto his back, placing your legs on either side and locking him in place. Your pussy pulsed as you sat directly on top of his bulge. You could feel the thickness and length, and god, he was huge.
You quickly worked your way out of the shirt you had on, leaving you in just your lacy white bra that covered practically nothing.
Your tits were practically spilling out of the cups. Nico’s eyes automatically fell on them. His mouth watered at the sight. He watched as you leaned over to the bedside table and fished for something. A condom, he assumed.
He wasn’t paying much attention to what you were looking for; his hands came up to your tits like magnets, latching onto them and just holding them. He didn’t massage or squeeze; he just held them there like he couldn’t believe it.
Countless times had he seen you in a sports bra and those tiny shorts he loved, the ones that always rode up your thighs, exposing your bottom. But he’d never seen you in this light, not this close.
When you finally found what you were looking for, a condom, you held it up. He spoke before you could. “Those won’t fit.” He said.
Your eyes widened, “What?”
He sat up, rubbing your skin. “Baby, the condom is too small.”
You chewed your lip as you glanced at the condom and back at him. The heat radiating between you two was hot. “Fuck,” you said.
“It’s okay, we’re already here, cmon, I’ll just eat you out.” As good as the offer sounded, you needed him in you.
You tossed the condom to the side, and his gaze followed. “What are you—“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as you pressed yourself further down and rolled your hips. The motion made you both hiss.
He was already so sensitive, the precum had already gathered at the tip, without looking at it, he knew the tip was red and sensitive. “Ahh, fuck, don’t do that.”
You tilted your head, rolling your hips once more, “Why? Scared?” The action made you suppress a moan; you bit your lip as you looked into his eyes.
His gaze darkened, “Y/n.” He warned, squeezing the side of your hips.
“Relax, let me ask you this: have you been tested recently?”
He nods with quickness, “Yes, I’m clean, through and through.” You hummed, content at the response.
“And how long have you been wanting to fuck me raw?” You didn’t get a proper answer as he flipped you onto your back. The action made you yell and let out a laugh. But he wasn’t laughing.
He gestured for you to lift your legs, “Can I?” You rolled your eyes, even though he was about to fuck you raw for the first time, he just had to be a gentleman.
“Yes,” You hadn’t finished the word before he pulled your shorts, along with your laced panties, down your legs. He tossed them to the side, not caring where in the room they landed.
Nicholas was entranced. The sight before him was one for sore eyes. “Holy shit, why have you been hiding this from me?” Nicholas lowers himself until he is eye level with your glistening pussy.
You attempted to close your legs, but that just made him push your legs further, giving him a better view and access.
He leaned in, nuzzling his head just close enough where his tongue flattens against your dripping sex. His tongue gives you one clean stroke, making your stomach flutter, and you flinch. “Oh fuck,” you whimper. Nico repeats the action, a clean stroke from where juices were threatening to spill, up to your swollen and sensitive clit.
He rests his hands on your inner thighs, spreading them further and wider apart for his convenience. You try not to get embarrassed by the vulgar sounds coming from the lower half of your body.
You hear the way your pussy squelches and plaps as the muscle probes your entrance, lapping your juices around. You jerk on instinct, suppressing a moan. Nico notices this and lifts his head, his eyes narrow, sharp, but it’s enough to communicate his thoughts to you.
Weakly, you nod your head in understanding, and with your free hand, you tangle your fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth back onto your pussy.
He wastes no time and goes back to devouring. You lay there, your chest heaving up and down like you’d just sprint miles, “Ahh.. fuck, right there!” You grip his hair, tugging it slightly.
Nico groans from the action, which causes a vibration to travel across your pussy, edging you closer. Nico can tell you’re at the brink of cumming.
You miss the way he smirked against your sex, but it’s not long before you feel his tongue detach from your entrance and move higher up to your deprived clit.
Nicholas uses two fingers to spread your entrance wide. He smears the juices further, coating his fingers in your slick until he pushes one in.
Your back arches as you feel it hit deep into your gummy walls, “Fuck!” Nico retracts his finger until just the very tip is inside before he pushes it back in, stretching you open.
Your other hand comes up to your clothed tit, sticking your hand inside your bra, pinching and twisting your sensitive nipple.
Nicholas’ attention shifts to your tits for a second, watching as you add more to your pleasure. He takes this as a chance to insert a second finger, really stretching you out. “Oh! Mmm… fuck! Right there! Shit!”
He detaches his mouth from your swollen clit for a second, his hungry eyes looking at you. “Tight little pussy, tastes so sweet…” he says out of breath. His mouth makes an ‘O’ shape as he scissors his fingers in and out of your gushing pussy.
By now, your comforter is soaked, but so is his face and hands. He won’t complain, though, ever. “Can’t believe I’ve never had a taste before. Always teasing me,” he lowers his mouth, kissing your inner thighs, leaving wet, sloppy, open-mouth kiss trails.
“Wearing those tight, pajama shorts that covered nothing, prancing around the kitchen like a dirty whore,” Nicholas scoffs, speeding up his movements. You felt the way his fingers hit the spot that made your eyes roll back and your back arch.
You feel that knot in your stomach, the same one you’d feel when you’d finger yourself or fuck yourself with a toy. “Mmm, ‘m so close,” you say, back arching.
“Yeah?” He asks, his movements begin to speed up; he’s determined to make you finish.
You moan, “Fuck, oh shit… ngh, keep going. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You knead your tit with your entire hand now, while the other remains in Nicholas’ hair. You pull at his hair slightly as the familiar coil starts to near.
Nicholas watches carefully as you throw your head back, your mouth opens wide as you gasp for air, “Oh–Oh my…god! Fuck– right there, please, please, let me come.” But it’s then that a flip switches in his head.
You’re unaware of the sudden shift. Only when his fingers leave your aching hole do you wince and whine. “Wha—“ your eyes shot wide open in disbelief and disappointment. You see the sneaky smirk on Nico’s face as he sits up. He maintains eye contact as he brings the two fingers that were inside of you, and puts them in his mouth.
He hums, purrs, at how sweet you tasted. He slurps the juices on his fingers like a lollipop. “Mmm, so sweet.” He taunts.
You sit up, and at the same time, you feel how sticky your inner thighs and pussy were. “What the hell, I was close. Too close.”
Nicholas laughs, but there’s something serious about it. “Changed my mind. Did you think I was going to let you cum just like that? I don’t think sluts like you deserve to cum, do you think bouncing around, with those thin, see-through tank tops wasn’t gonna catch my attention?” His eyes fall on your exposed tits.
“So perfect…” he says to no one in particular. Nicholas leans in just enough to catch your lips in a deep, quick kiss. You kiss him back with desire, arching yourself to him, your front pressing up against his own. You moaned as you felt your covered, hard nipples brush his shirt.
“Take it off,” you quickly unclasp your bra. You watch as he pulls his gray tee over his head, exposing his hard, toned abs.
He sees you swallow thick at the sight. “I’m all yours,” he says, beginning to lower his sweatpants, but your hand shoots out before he continues.
Puzzled, he furrows his eyebrows, but instead of giving him a verbal response, you flip him. Now the two of you are back to how it was in the beginning. The way you sit on him makes your clit rub on his sweats, on his thick and prominent hard-on.
Nicholas puts his hands on your hips, then they trail back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before he slaps your ass cheek. He bites his lip as he watches you. Your fingers are trailing his lower abdomen like you’re under a spell. He observes the way you bite your lip as your index finger traces his abs down his happy trail.
A finger slips into his boxer waistband. Teasingly, you play with the fabric as you lock eyes with him. He groans, both impatient and under tension. “Please…” Your ears perk up at the desperation in his voice.
“Fuck…Y/N. Stop teasi-” You cut him off by pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. You watch as it springs out, heavy and thick. Your mouth waters at the sight; it slaps against his hard abdomen.
It’s everything one can ask for: the tip, red and swollen, beads of pre-cum falling off, landing on his abdomen. You grasp the base of his cock, watching as his breath hitches at the touch. You lift yourself from his thighs and scoot closer, hovering over his cock.
“Please–please, baby,” his hand tightens at your hip, clawing your sides. You’re sure that was going to bruise later.
You grab his shoulder with one hand as the other guides his cock to your entrance. You feel the way both his pre-cum and yours mix.
Slowly, you begin to sink. A small whimper escapes your lips as you feel the tip of his cock begin to split you open, intruding your insides, “Aah–”. The feeling makes you roll your head back, tightening your grip on his shoulder, fingernails digging into his skin.
Nicholas whimpers, hissing at how good you feel. “S…So t-tight. Fuck,”
Both of you moan in sync as you fully bottom out. The tip of his cock kissing the top of your cervix, you could feel the way he twitched inside of you, every vein felt so intrusive and yet so good.
You leaned forward, grasping Nicholas’ face with both of your hands as you placed a rough kiss on his mouth. He didn’t hold back either, placing his hands lower, firmly gripping your bare ass, spreading your cheeks open, and fondling them as he gripped them.
The action made you roll your hip slightly. Nicholas moaned into your mouth, hot and loud. Rocking back and forth, you began to bounce up and down slightly.
Nicholas felt like he was going to cum at any second, the way you clenched around him when you sank on his cock, hissing in pleasure and pain. As you began to bounce up and down, Nicholas couldn’t help but detach his lips from you and attach them to your nipple.
“A-ahh..”
The tip was starting to hit that spot that you knew was gonna make you cum any second, “so b-big, fuck me… fuck… please.” You begged. Nicholas could feel the way your body was starting to slow down, and your bouncing got sloppier to the point where you were just grinding on him.
Taking initiative, he flipped you over on your back whilst remaining inside of you. He pushed your legs up, your heels above your head. But the new angle made you feel everything.
Your glistening pussy was fully exposed to him now. Nicholas looked down to where both of you were connected, and he couldn’t help but pump his cock in once and then twice, watching it slide in and out as it made squelching sounds. A white ring of cum formed at the base of his cock, his eyes traveled back to your face, watching you make fucked out expressions.
He began to pump in and out of your pussy, moaning at the way your tits were bouncing in sync. His hips rolled in desperation. Your gummy walls clenched around him; the stretch in the new position felt brutal.
Nicholas grabbed your hips, snapping them towards his own as he began to rut into you at an unforgivable speed.
“Fuck, fuck, shit baby, feel so good.” He rolls his hips again, letting your legs fall limp, but you quickly lock them around his waist, pulling him closer.
Nicholas buries his face into your neck, sucking on a spot. Marking you as his.
You claw at his back, nails sinking deep into his skin, leaving your own marks on his pale skin. “Fuck, baby, ‘m so close. Harder… p-please.” You’re panting hard at this point, sweat forms at the crown of your forehead, and your hair sticks to your face.
“Oh? You want me to f-fuck you h-harder?” He pants, stumbling over his words as he goes deeper—if that was even possible.
Speechless, you could only nod. Nicholas smirks, his gaze meeting yours, “beg for it.”
“Please, fuck me harder. Make me cum. Please, I n-need you.. so fucking bad…” You babbled. You were so cock drunk, Nicholas chuckled at you.
He pulled out from you, a thin, long string of slick, dragged out as he disconnected himself from you. The milky white string broke apart.
“Since my pretty girl asked for it,” you felt yourself be moved, your face pressed against the softness of your pillow as Nicholas pushed down the middle of your back, arching yourself for him.
Your ass is up as you feel your head being gently pushed further into your pillow. Without a word, you felt his thick cock slide up and down your pussy, collecting your slick before he gave one push, bottoming out fully.
Your hands flew up to clench the sheets, fisting them as you jerked forward, biting your lip in satisfaction.
“Fuck,” Nicholas dragged out, his hand coming to the curve on your back, pressing you down, angling you wider. “Pussy so tight…all for me.” A deep groan left his mouth as he began to move his hips. With each stroke, you felt like he was splitting you open.
“Tight little shit.” His speed began to increase, and the pleasure increased too. “Look at you,” he rasped, his eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside of you, coated with slick. “Such a g-good little s-slut. Should’ve b-begged me to fuck this p-pussy sooner…” His words were enough to make you clench your pussy tighter around him, moaning louder as your hips were trying to meet his own.
“C’mon, come on my cock,” His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer as he reached down to where both of you are connected, his pointer finger rubbing tight circles on your clit while he pounded into you. “Come for me, wanna feel you squeezing ‘round me.”
You make tiny little noises that make him increase his pace. Nicholas uses his free hand to reach forward, wrapping as much hair as he can around his wrist, pulling your hair back. “Oh fuuuck,”
“Aah—please, Nico… baby, I c-can’t. T-too much… ‘m too close.”
“Hngh, me t-too, perfect little cunt. S-swallowing me whole, so perfect, baby.” You’re on all fours now, your hands on the mattress as you try to balance yourself. Your hair is being pulled back, and you couldn’t help but grind and chase Nicholas’ hips.
His abs are flexing with every desperate rut, with every hectic thrust. “Fuuck, where d-do you want me…?”
You gasped as you suddenly started to feel overstimulated with pleasure. His cock kept rubbing the squishy spot inside, making you gasp for air. “I–Inside, fuck, cum inside p-please.” Nicholas’ eyes widened at the request. He didn’t think you’d say that, but he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t like the idea.
“S-shit, so warm, ‘m gonna fill you up,” Nicholas groans. “N–need to s-see you cum.” In a swift motion, he lets go of your hair and rotates you so your back is on the mattress. His arms cage you in as he lies on top of you, drilling into you. Nicholas lifts his body, leaving a tiny gap between the two of you, before his hand goes down to your abdomen, where he presses down. He feels the bulge where his cock is buried inside of you, unable to resist the moan that escapes his mouth as he feels his own hand pushing down. You moan too; it’s too much for you.
You're blinded with pleasure, and tears are swelling in your eyes. “C-can’t hold i–it.” You feel Nicholas’ faint breath ghosting over your mouth.
You wrap your legs around him, locking him in place as you feel a wave of pleasure crash over you. Your body shakes as the knot in your stomach finally bursts. Nicholas gives you sloppy thrusts, hissing at the way your cunt flutters around him, squeezing him tight.
He leans down to kiss you as he feels his own orgasm approaching. Nicholas keeps thrusting into you even when your high is coming down. You moan against his lips, gasping as his thrusts hit deeper into your sensitive pussy.
By now, your juices are spilling out, coating his thick cock like paint, oozing out of you. “Nico—Can’t. No more.” He doesn’t stop.
“Give it to me, c’mon. Come for me a–again.”
It crashes into you. The feeling like you're a water balloon waiting to explode. You’re already soaking him shamelessly, lolling your tongue out only to have him suck it. He sucks your tongue, kissing you vigorously.
You disconnect from the kiss, a string of saliva drags out. “Fuckfuckfuck—Nico, w-wait! I c-can’t.” He doesn’t stop, not even as you plead to him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big; he knows he’s overstimulating you. You attempt to push off of you, but he doesn’t budge.
You feel that bubble burst. A thick load of liquid gushes out of your weeping hole; spraying him and your sheets, your eyes widen. “Holy shi– d-did I just p-pee?” You’ve never experienced anything like that, not with your fingers, a toy, not with anybody else.
Nicholas smirks as he feels you squirting all over him, coating his thighs, abdomen, and his cock with your juices.
His cock is bruising your cervix now; it’s ruthless and unforgiving. “Nngh, f-fuck! Comingcomingcomin–” He stills his thrusts, bottoming out completely. Nicholas empties his load into you. A broken sob left your throat as you feel his thick cum paint your walls.
It's warm, so warm. “S-shit. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.” Nicholas pleads to nobody in particular, “fuuuckk, still cumming—there’s so much, s-shit.”
Your body relaxes, and so does Nico’s. He’s still, securing his cum into you. You make a small ‘oof’ as Nicholas dumps his whole weight on top of you, spent from fucking into you.
The two of you stay still, with his limp cock still buried in you.
Your chest heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath. Nicholas lifts his head off your shoulder, wiping the tears that left your eyes. He leans in to give you a small kiss on your forehead, then your cheek. “It’s okay, you’re good.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his poor attempt to calm you down. “Why are you laughing?” He asks, dumbfounded at your reaction.
You shake your head, “Never thought I’d end up fucking my roommate, much less squirting on him.”
Nicholas peppers your shoulder with light kisses, smiling against your skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this. You wanna know a secret?” You glance down at him, shaking your head.
Nicholas smirks as he leans up to whisper in your ear. “Jerked off to the thought of you multiple times, including just a few minutes ago.” He pulls back and watches as you look at him speechless.
“W-what?”
Your mouth hangs open, but you pause as you feel his limp cock start to get hard inside of you once more, twitching and pulsing. “Holy shit, are you serious?” Your walls flutter around him.
“So serious, fuck, I’m hard again.” He cages you in as he lifts his body off, just enough to get a proper look at you.
“I like you, for so long. F-fuck, let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow? Hm?”
You hiss at the sensitivity, “Yes, and by the way, I like you too.”
Nicholas’ eyes widen slightly for a moment, then it turns into something dark. His pupils dilate, and he rolls his hips just once, letting you feel his hard length again.
“F-fuck, say you’re mine, never letting you go now. Sweet girl with a sweet pussy.”
You bat your eyelashes up at him, a half moan, a half smiling tugging at your lips. “Yours, ‘m yours.”
Nicholas smirks as he begins to roll his hips with you moaning underneath him. He nuzzles his head into your neck, sucking and biting your neck. “My sweet girl.”
synopsis | your boyfriend confesses that he's still a virgin, and he wants you to show him how to make you feel good.
details | bf!nicholas x female!reader, non-idol au, 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, first time (virgin!nico), dry humping, finger sucking, fingering, praise, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, pussy drunk nico, hes kind of submissive im sorry this is so self indulgent, consent because its sexy, penetration (with protection bc its sexy), aftercare bc its also sexy, gets kind of sappy in the middle but emotional maturity is also sexy, cursing, lowercase intended, not proofread
wc | 3k
from the author | had a request for "first time with nicholas" but they didnt specify whose first time >:))
you're usually pretty good at reading people, especially nicholas. his transparency is one of his most admirable qualities, since it saves you from having to guess or assume with him. if you mention eating at a restaurant he doesnt like, his nose snarls up, even if he agrees that it "sounds really good, babe." you win every card game the two of you play because his eyes might as well be mirrors designed to reveal every suit in his hand. but most importantly, and most obviously, he can't hide when he's watching you. his brows slope, lip tucked between his teeth, concentrating on every move you make. intently watching you, observing you, adoring you. nicholas knows everything about you, as if you were cut from the cloth he wove.
and you thought you knew everything about him.
"fuck, nico," you mumbled into the hot skin on the side of his neck, working your lips up and down his pulse point. you'd started the evening watching a movie, one nicholas claimed he actually wanted to watch, but ended up in the same place you normally did, with you planted firmly in his lap. he let his hands wander too far, creeping beneath your shirt or right below the waist band of your comfy pants, and you couldnt help but give him a taste of his own medicine. you gave it too him a bit too good. you groaned as he pressed your hips down, flexing his leg under your core, "need you. fuck- i need you."
you snuck your hands under the front of his tshirt, lightly dragging your nails down the sides of his torso. nicholas shuddered beneath you, chills dimpling his skin. you attached your lips back onto his neck, grazing it with your teeth. he breathed out, ragged, "you have me."
"need more," you pulled your face from the bend of his shoulder to meet his eyes, planting your hands on his chest. you could feel his heartbeat.
and that's when you saw it: that indescribable look on his face. for the first time, you werent sure what he wanted, or what he didnt. his eyes glassed over, staring through you like someone unplugged him and was scrambling to find the outlet again.
"hey," you cupped the side of his face, thumb stroking the soft skin beneath his eye. his eyes locked back onto yours, but they were more pointed, removed. you pressed, "nico, hey. is something wrong? where did you go?"
"im here," nicholas gave you a smile, but you didnt buy it. you raised your eyebrows at him, bringing your hands to his shoulders and squeezing them, grounding him. he took a deep but shaky breath, "i'm here but i'm- im nervous."
"you dont have to be nervous with me," you reminded him, "you know this."
"i-i know," nicholas tightened his grip on your waist, thumbs digging into your hips. he cast his gaze down between the two of you, lashes dusting the tops of his cheeks as he blinked, "i just... ive never..."
the one thing you didnt know about nicholas: he was a virgin.
you tried to hide the surprise on your face. you had never even considered that nico was inexperienced. he was much too confident for you to believe that. in fact, every makeout session was always initiated by him. he always had his hands on you in some capacity. but it makes sense now why he always had to go before your encounters could go any further. nicholas always had to be up early for work, or he forgot he had to drop something off at the post.
but you never complained, and you weren't about to start. you squeezed his shoulders once more, affirmingly, and started to slide off his lap, "that's okay, nico, we dont have to-"
"no," nicholas abruptly slid his hands from your hips to your ass, pulling you closer to him and a gasp from your throat. he lifted his eyes to yours, and you'd never seen them look like that- glossy, unsure yet determined. he was always so sure. his tongue swept across his bottom lip and left a sheen in its wake, "i want to. i want to so fucking bad, wanna make you feel good."
now, you've discarded your shorts and panties, and nicholas is kneeling at the foot of your bed, staring into your glistening core with wide eyes. you didnt think it was possible for his eyes to get darker, but his pupils are fully blown. his chest visibly heaves, rising and falling in anxious huffs. you want to hold him, but instead you prop yourself up on one hand, raking the other through his hair.
"please relax, nico," you say, softly, although his shoulders drop as though its a command. he gulps, steadying himself by putting his hands on your thighs. you tilt his head gently, guiding his gaze to meet yours, "i have you, remember?"
he smiles at that, leaning into your hold on him. and when you let go, he grabs your hand. quietly, he asks, "can you show me how you do it when you touch yourself?"
you breathe a laugh, not because its funny but because he is so diligent. your past partners went in blind, fingers aimlessly prodding and swiping wherever they could. nicholas wants to study you. he smiles when you do, almost eager but still holding back. you wish he would let himself go.
his hands are shaking when you bring two of his fingers to your mouth. you lay them flat on your tongue, working the muscle around his fingertips and coating them in your saliva. and you smile around them, too, when the two of you hum in unison. nicholas flexes his fingers in your mouth.
you lean back onto your elbow and guide his hand by his wrist to your core. your legs fall apart, further this time, and you press his two dripping fingers to your clit, controlling the pressure but unable to suppress your sharp gasp at the stimulation. youve dreamed about nicos fingers in your pussy, but your imagination could have never matched the rough pads of his fingers.
nicholas groans at the contact, too, gripping your thigh with his free hand. you suck air in through your teeth, as he presses, lightly, trying to follow the direction and pace of your hand. "just like that?" he asks, flickering his eyes up at you in short bursts, careful not to miss any important instruction.
"just like that, baby," you release his wrist, leaving him to try touching you on his own. you knew he'd be a fast learner, memorizing your responses. nicholas kept the light pressure you set, swirling his fingertips around your aching clit. you sighed, leaning back on your elbows, "doing so well. you're perfect."
you might even say hes doing too well for his first time, since it doesnt take him long to start dragging his fingers down your slit, teasing your entrace. you watch him smirk as you chase his fingers with your hips, aching for more. he asks, "can i?"
"mhm," is all you can manage as he slips his middle finger inside, your hips rolling against his hand, "anything you want."
knuckle after knuckle, you take him. nicholas whines, softly, as he watches his finger disappear, over and over. his breath fans over your heat, chills prickling your skin as you clench, seeking more. "add another, nico," you manage between stifled moans.
you feel the stretch of a second finger, burning only a little, but before you can even register the pleasure of his fingertips prodding that sensitive target, nicholas attaches his lips to your cunt. your hand flies to his hair, pulling him as close as possible.
"wanted your mouth for so long," you say, grinding on his tongue as his fingers work you, tipping you closer to orgasm with every pump, "wanted you- fucking shit, nico."
he's moaning more than you, and its driving you crazy. every nerve in your body is on fire, feeling the vibrations from his constant humming into your pussy in every bone. its messy, teeth grazing your clit as his tongue flattens over the expanse of you. his fingers twist and squelch, and its obscene, amplified by the way his eyes flutter closed. he doesn't even care about your reactions anymore, lost in the feeling of your walls closing in on him.
"please dont stop, baby," you plead, squeezing your thighs around his head, "im close. making me feel so, so good."
nicholas doesnt push your thighs apart, only digs his fingernails into the plush skin with the hand that isnt driving into you. with one final curl of his fingers and hum against your clit, nicholas pushes you to orgasm, white hot pleasure racking your body. you tremble under his grip, writhing as he continues to lick you through it.
and then he doesnt stop.
your pleasure forges a burning intensity, simmering into an ache as he continues drinking up everything youve given him. his tongue, stiff and pointed, prods at your sensitive entrace, licking stripes that end with a flick at your clit. he chuckles against you as your body jerks at the contact, thighs clamping tighter to push him away. but he just takes it, suckling and taunting your tender body.
you try to push his head away, repeating his name, but all he can do is mumble, "more," against your cunt. "give me one more," he begs.
it takes you reaching both hands into his hair to pull him away from you, his chin drenched in a dangerous combination of sweat, spit, and your slick. his lips are swollen and pouting until you drag yourself to the edge of the bed and connect your own to them. nicholas stands, pulling you onto your knees with him. he wastes no time opening his mouth to let your tongue swipe over his, tasting yourself. you let your mouth travel along his jaw, under his chin, down the front of his neck, and you taste yourself everywhere, humming in satisfaction.
"so, it was good?" nicholas asks, resting his hands on your hips, his thumbs indenting the crease of your thigh, "i did alright?"
"you did alright, nico," you breathe a laugh, one of pure disbelief, resting your forehead against his. your own hands wander to the waistband of his pants, "so good, i wanted to come for you again. i was really close."
nicholas bucks his hips into nothing, feeling the heat of your body near the painful tent in his pants. he whines, empty, as you run your fingertips along the front of his waistband, pulling him closer to whisper, "but i wanted to do it on your cock, baby. would you like that?"
"y-yes," nicholas moves your hand from his drawstrings to the bulge beneath them, hissing as you squeeze him, "i need you."
you pull him into you, connecting your lips once again. his mouth, even now, is soft and sweet. everything about him is. you mutter against him, "you have me."
nicholas grabs at the hem of your shirt, finally pulling it over your head. you unhook your bra and let it fall away. he's seen your boobs before, but it feels different now, more exposed. you drag his tshirt off of him, too, before your fingers hook under his waistband. you meet his eyes, watching his bare chest heave in your periphery. you place a hand over it, over his heart, and you can feel it thumping behind his ribs. nicholas smiles, if only to hide his nerves, before he whispers, "you have me."
when you nod, he takes a deep breath and places his hands over yours on his pants. together, you push both his sweatpants and his boxers to the floor, letting his cock spring free, hard and leaking. nicholas hisses as his sensitive skin makes contact with the air, bobbing angrily between you. its bigger than you imagined, but it's not unmanageable. the consensus is that nicholas is perfect in every sense, just as predicted.
"pretty," you whisper. you want to suck it. so badly, you want to wrap your lips around him until hes writhing and begging, just like he'd done to you only minutes ago. but he would never last- the wet patch on his boxers tells you that much. you reach behind you into your nightstand and pull out a tinfoil square, one youd been saving for this moment specifically.
you tear the package open, removing the rolled up latex. nicholas watches with heavy-lidded eyes and his mouth partly agape as you hood it between you. "can i?" you ask, and he nods, almost instantly, incessantly.
he chokes back a moan as you gently grip the base of his cock, only to steady it as you place the condom on the tip. he hisses the whole time youre rolling it down, holding your arm like he might fall over without it. and when youre done, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and kiss him, slow. he relaxes into you, and you pull him forward until his hips are settling between your legs.
"thank you for trusting me," you stroke the top of his cheek with your thumb, and nicholas turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand, "i wanna make you feel good, too."
it doesnt slip your mind that this is a huge deal for the both of you, especially for your relationship. but it feels easy with him, as everything typically does. nicholas encases your hand with his, intertwining your fingers. he says, "i love you."
"i love you, too, nico," you smile, lifting your hips for him, "whenever you're ready, okay?"
nicholas eases forward but not into you. he pushes along your pussy, dragging his covered head through your folds and coating it in what's left from the head he gave you earlier. he groans from the sensation, and you crave more every time his dick bumps your clit, squeezing his hand in yours.
you feel him line up with you, guiding himself with his free hand and giving you one final squeeze of your hand before he slides in. just the tip at first, stretching you more than his two fingers in all the best ways. nicholas squeezes his eyes shut, head craned back. he grunts, breathing deep, "holy fucking shit."
as he pushes the rest of the way in, he's squeezing your hand and your hip, chanting your name until he bottoms out, filling you to the brim. he doubles over on top of you, planting a kiss on your neck, your collarbone, your chest. nicholas rocks his hips, once, then twice, only barely pulling out each time, breathing raggedly against your skin. "you're incredible," he says, choking out a breathy moan when you clench around him, "you're fucking perfect. fucking made for me."
"all yours, nico," you trail your fingertips down his shoulderblades, leaving pink lines behind from your nails, "im okay if you wanna go faster. i can take it, baby."
nicholas hears the permission and runs with it, rearing his hips back until youre almost empty and snapping them forward, filling you back up. he sets his pace, letting you feel every thrust and going so deep that his pelvis brushes your clit every other time he drives into your cunt. the contact lights you on fire.
he lets go of your hip and brings his hand to your lips, which you open without hesitation. he plunges two of his fingers deep into your mouth, swirling them around and under your tongue. nicholas hums at the feeling of your tongue tracing the bends and webs of his fingers. and when he pulls them out, theres a string of saliva connecting your mouth to your clit, where he places his spit-covered digits. this time, nicholas isn't as considerate, driven by his own innate desire. he releases your hand and grabs the bend of your knee, pulling your leg up to open you more for him. the angle, his cock drilling up into you, hitting that perfect patch over and over, fingers ferverously circling your clit- you're a mess under him, crying out with every thrust.
"i'm gonna come, nico, fuck-" you moan, gutterally as he quickens his pace, "i wanna come with you."
"i'm with you, doll," nicholas grunts, his thrusts growing sloppy, "wanna feel you come on my cock, baby. i got you."
you roll your hips to match his, letting yourself succumb to him. the pleasure hits you, harder this time, fuller. your second orgasm washes over you, and you arch up into nicholas as he lowers his face to your neck once again. his hips stutter, dick twitching inside of you as he spills into the condom. as nicholas comes, he rakes his teeth along your shoulder, biting and groaning and panting and heaving. you want to play him on repeat, feel him forever.
for a while, you lay there with him on top of you, the sweat adhering you together like paper mache. you pet his hair, twirling the curled pieces around his neck, and nicholas seems to be stuck in a loop, confessing, "you're incredible" and "mine, mine, mine."
you roll him off of you and finally get him to throw away the condom, which was a challenge since he became randomly shy after fucking you senseless. you had to promise to close your eyes while he pulled it off and walked to the trash, but when he comes back, you're all eyes. when he's close enough, you pull him back down to kiss you.
"im gonna run you a bath," he mutters against your lips. nicholas pulls back, and you're able to read every thought in his head, see all of his cards. he smiles, all the way to his eyes. he's too nice.
"nuh-uh, lets shower. i wanna shampoo your hair," you counter, dragging your nails down his chest and stomach, stopping when you hear his breath hitch,
idk what it is with &team but all you do is get into fucked up situations with them...... why the hell did maki decide to fuck you backstage before a performance????? one of the biggest of the year to be precise (´Д` ) "it's gonna help me focus baby, i promise" maki whispered, his lips gently kissing your earlobe. a quickie is NOT gonna help him focus!!!!!!
heehee background sound effects by me wink wink. heres the maki audio you've all been waiting for!!! he's my kamioshi in &team so i was lowkey waiting for this too..............
Synopsis:You and Jungwon had been fucking in the printer room without anyone knowing for god knows how long. Whatever will you do when your hot, goody-two-shoes boss Jo manages to sneak a peek?
Pairing: Jungwon × fem!reader × Jo
Warnings:SMUT MINORS DNI, sub!reader, dom!jungwon, switch!jo, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, threesome, double penetration, unprotected sex (not for you), cock riding, hair pulling, rough sex, masturbation (m), anal, semi public sex (office floor and printer room), lowkey voyeur jo?, me using technical terms i dont understand, jo having a tit obsession, Jungwon being a little shit give him to me jebal, mention of alcohol
A/N: dont even ask me what prompted this i have gone insane 04z THESE MFS NEED TO EAT ME N O W. also tagging my beloved @blueuijoo JUNGWON IS HER MAN and this is revenge for making me go insane over priest jo ehehe. As always, enjoy my babies! (PS: official jungwon debut on this blog yipee)
Word Count: 11.9k of pure filth
“Won–fuck!”
You almost drew blood as you bit down on your hand, struggling to muffle the filthy prayers spilling from your mouth. Your right leg was numb at this point from supporting half your weight all by itself. Jungwon made sure to keep a firm grip on the other one slung over his shoulder as his tongue draaged over your clit.
“Come on pretty girl.” He mumbled, the vibrations from his voice sending shivers down your spine, “You can take one more yeah?”
“That’s what you said–hah–” You clung to the edge of the table, nails digging into the wood, “—five minutes ago.”
“You didn't taste this good five minutes ago.”
Oh this little shit. You could have pushed him away, grabbed him by his soft curls and pulled him up to take his place kneeling on the floor but to be frank you were utterly fucked out, at the point of going cross eyed by the dizzying stretch of his tongue.
You glanced down at him, curling your fingers into his hair. He was munching away at your pussy, eyes half-lidded, savouring you like you were the last thing he’d eat in his life. You could feel the wetness of his saliva all over your thighs, or maybe that was all the cum you had left from the last three orgasms. Jungwon moaned into your skin like a whore, your juices leaving his lips slick and shiny as you practically rode his face.
“Taste so good…” Your hips bucked up—cutting his words short and melting into a muffled groan. You tasted like fucking nectar; Jungwon was sure the angels couldn't find a better version of it anywhere other than between your legs.
"So much better when you're not running your mouth, hmm?" You murmured, voice barely audible over the sclick-sclick of your cunt gliding over the tip of his tongue. He continued suckling—tongue circling in clumsy circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Feel like I'm gonna cum, Jungwon."
Jungwon stilled for a moment, cursing under his breath and harshly grabbing your free leg to throw it over his shoulder, giving him easier access. His fingers dug themselves into your skin like soft bullets, somehow making the knot at the bottom of your stomach even tighter.
"God, pretty pussy’s sucking me in sooo good." His words came out slurred, whiny and high pitched, as they usually did when he’s pussy-drunk. The vibrations of his voice, lazy and gin-soaked, vibrated you to the core. Jungwon’s tongue flicked out, lips beginning to part widely as he sealed your cunt in one big, open-mouthed kiss.
“Jungwon!” You gasped, fingernails digging into his shoulder as your thighs started to tremble, “Won, i—i’m gonna—” Your voice came out strangled, half plea, half moan. Every drag of him inside you had your walls fluttering helplessly, slick dripping down your thighs and onto his chin.
You shattered with a loud wail, walls clamping down so hard he hissed through his teeth. Jungwon didn’t stop, kept fucking you through it, desperate and whining for your ambrosia. His slurping became obnoxiously loud as he lapped up everything gushing out from you.
“Good lord Jungwon.” You chuckled as he sucked on the skin of your inner thigh, “You’re acting like you’ve never eaten this pussy before.” Jungwon looked up at you with rounded eyes. His hair was a mess, flushed face drenched, and dopey grin slick with your juices.
“It’s been too damn long.” He said, slowly pushing your legs off his shoulders—as if you could walk perfectly fine after all that, “These fucking interns I swear...”
“Like you’ve never been an intern before.” You ran a hand through your hair, attempting to fix it as Jungwon got to his feet. Your eyes lingered far too long over the outline of his broad shoulders, outlined by the tight fabric of his button-up. If you weren't already dead by now, you would have torn it off right there and then and rode him till dawn.
“Well yeah not a stupid one.” Jungwon leaned back against the bookshelf, crossing his arms, “I swear Jo has something against me.”
“You’ve told me that fifteen times since he assigned you to them.” You rolled your eyes, shimmying into your pencil skirt, “And lest you forget,” You poked his chest, “I’m stuck with you.”
Jungwon’s hand gravitated to the side of your hip, helping you zip up your skirt. His other hand came to rest on your upper back, subtly pulling your hips close to his.
“I swear Jungwon, you’re gonna get a sex ban.” You pushed him away, continuing to fix your hair, “Be grateful I even let you do that to me at 6 in the evening.”
“We’re only being the best employees ever aren't we?” Jungwon smirked, his voice a purring tone, “Staying after hours, combing through all these files ourselves..” You glanced at the neatly stacked, clearly untouched tower of dusty folders behind him and stared at him with deadpan eyes. Then you both erupted into a fit of laughter.
“Someone should make us CEOs already..” You said, catching your breath, “If only Jo knew what we were doing here.” Jungwon scrunched his nose.
“Why bring that dickhead up?” He scoffed, clenching his jaw.
“Because he’s not a dickhead.” You slowly brought your arms up to rest on his shoulders, his hands went back to caressing your waist, one of them subtly moving down to grope your ass, “Plus, he’s kinda hot.” You felt his fingers dig into your skin at that.
“So what you’re saying is—” Jungwon quirked a brow, “—you’d rather get fucked by him than me.” Before you could respond, his strong arms wrapped around you like iron bands, yanking your body flush against his. He locked you in tight—chest to chest, tits squished against his broad chest, your lips mere inches away from his.
“Suck me off?”
“You’re definitely getting a sex ban.”
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Jo considered himself to be a good employee.
He’d be the first one in the office, coming in at 8 a.m sharp everyday without fail. His shirt always ironed to a crisp, and his ties without a speck of dirt. No wonder he got promoted to Chief of Staff so fast—everybody knew the CEO would have left his own wife for Jo and his master plans.
And yet as always, there was a catch.
Good employees don’t tend to fall for their company’s exec ops.
“That’s the last of it.” You handed him the obnoxiously large file, fingers briefly brushing with his, “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“No, that's alright.” Jo’s eyes softened, “Thank you so much for this.” He leaned back in his chair and sighed, “Don’t know what I would do without you Y/N.”
“Oh yeah?” You giggled, sitting down in front of him, you rested your elbows on the glass table and leaned forward, totally not aware of your cleavage peeking through your shirt, “The great Asakura Jo needs little old me to help him?”
Jo froze.
Don’t stare. Don’t stare. Do not stare.
His brain, unfortunately, was doing the exact opposite—replaying your laugh, overanalyzing your tone, suddenly very aware of how hot the room was. He cleared his throat, hoping you didn’t notice the faint heat creeping up his neck.
“Well, some have greatness thrust upon them.” He replied, fingers toying with the file in front of him.
Quote Shakespear, great save Jo.
He risked a glance down and immediately regretted it. Meanwhile you were smiling like the world was all sunshine and rainbows, like the scent of your perfume wasn’t driving him insane. Jo’s heart thudded faster against his chest.
“Don’t get the wrong idea, though.” He managed a quick smile, adjusting his glasses, “I’d manage just fine without you.”
A blatant lie, and he knew it. You merely smiled on, resting your cheek in your hand.
“Hmm yeah totally.” Another giggle; Jo’s brain short circuited, how was a man supposed to survive?
“Well, I better get back before Jungwon burns our office down.” You hummed, pushing yourself to your feet. He saw the slightest peek of your thighs under your skirt. Jo pressed his lips together, forcing himself to focus on the table, the files, anything that wasn’t your bare skin.
Jungwon.
Office.
Fire hazard.
Normal thoughts.
……
Your tits.
“Yeah, good idea,” he said quickly, standing as well for some reason.
“See you later, Jo.” As you walked away, Jo allowed himself a one second glance at your ass before getting back to work.
Get it together, idiot.
Meanwhile, in the office across the room—
“You’re an evil woman, Y/N.” Jungwon looked up from his papers, “Evil, evil woman.”
“A girl can't do anything nowadays huh.” You sighed, plopping down onto your swivel chair and spinning once for emphasis. Your joint office with Jungwon was directly across Jo’s, allowing him to see all of your antics with the poor man. “Might as well burn me at the stake.”
Jungwon snorted. “Tempting.” He glanced past you, and smirked, looking down again, “You’re being watched you know.”
“Watched?” You tilted your head innocently, eyes wavering over his dimple.
“Management, sweetheart.” Jungwon added, shamelessly glancing down at your cleavage, “I’m afraid that pretty little skirt of yours has violated HR.” He sighed and looked up at the ceiling, “And my dick unfortunately.”
“That sounds like a you problem Wonnie, not an HR one.” A smug grin spread over your face, “We can fix that at lunch.” Below the desk, your bare foot was lifting the bottom fabric of his trouser up—payback for all the almost orgasms he had made you go through two days ago in the file room.
“Evil woman.” He echoed, a grin tugging at his mouth. “I feel sorry for your future husband.”
“Good that it won't be you then.” You leaned your chin into your palm, “Alright get to work. We better get this done by noon or I swear I’ll jump off this building.” You slipped your headphones on, scrolling through your playlists.
“Yes ma'am." Jungwon let out a low laugh, turning his attention back to his papers, as silence fell over the room.
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“You with me, pretty girl?” Jungwon squeezed your right ass cheek before lifting and bringing his hand down on it harsh, hearing the smack sound through the room, “We haven’t even started baby.”
At this point you were already fucked dumb— bent over the table, skirt hitched up to your hips and your panties shoved down to your ankles. Your mouth was agape, ungodly sounds escaping your lips as his cock drilled into your ass. You hadn't said anything for a while now, and by Jungwon’s knowledge, he simply assumed he’s not pounding you good enough.
“W-Won….” You managed to stutter out, feeling his tip hitting the deepest, wettest parts of you, “slow dow—oh god!” Your mouth was dry and your tongue cotton, your cheek was probably bruised too, from having been pressed against the table for so long.
Jungwon’s head dipped into the crook of your neck to suck on the skin there, one hand resting on your hip to pin you down, while his left slowly wandered to your pussy. One touch to your throbbing clit, and you were screaming.
“So tight for me—hah—aren’t you?” His voice was dangerously low and commanding, the kind that made your lips gush. Jungwon’s hips snapped particularly harsh and a moan resounded right from the bottom of your chest, the burn sharp and immediate as he stretched you wide around his girth.
Jungwon didn't allow you even a second to adjust to him, simply pulling back and slamming forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. His hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back. The pull sent sparks of pain through your scalp, mixing with the ache in your ass as he started pounding into you relentlessly. Each thrust jolted your body forward, your tits bouncing against the edge of the table.
“Won won won!” His name fell like a relentless prayer from your lips, his free hand coming down hard on your ass cheek again, “ohhhh, oh God I’m close..”
The slap echoed in the small room, the sting blooming hot across your skin. He didn't stop—thwack, thwack, thwack—alternating cheeks with every few pumps of his hips, turning your ass red and raw. The pain fueled the heat building low in your belly, your pussy clenching emptily even as he reamed your ass.
He picked up speed again, his cock draagging against your inner walls. Your body shook, the overstimulation hitting like a wave—every nerve lit up, your ass throbbing around him, the pulls on your hair making your vision blur.
"Shit—you’re close…” He reached around, fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in fast, merciless circles, “Cum for me pretty girl.” His voice was rough in your ear as he leaned over you, chest pressing against your back. It's too much—the rough drag of his cock in your ass, the burning slaps, the relentless tug on your hair, and now this direct assault on your swollen nub.
Your orgasm crashed over you, body convulsing as waves of pleasure-pain ripped through you. Your ass clenched spasmodically around his thrusting cock, milking him even as the overstimulation made tears prick your eyes. Your pussy gushed, wetness dripping down your thighs, your ass on fire, every thrust pushing you further into that hazy edge.
You bucked against him, sobbing through the climax, limbs going weak as aftershocks jolted through you. Jungwon felt you tighten, but he kept fucking you through it, drawing out the torment until you were a shaking mess.
“Jungwon…” You sigh, “Fuck that was—”
But Jungwon had other plans.
He pulled out with a wet pop, leaving you feeling empty and gaping, your hole twitching from the rough treatment. Before you could catch your breath, his hand tightened in your hair again, yanking your head back further until you were looking up at him, tears streaking your cheeks from the intensity.
Jungwon crashed his mouth down on yours, the kiss messy and desperate. His tongue forced its way past your lips, tangling with yours in a sloppy, open-mouthed exchange. He tasted like coffee and strawberries and he’s absolutely devouring you. With a huff, he broke the kiss, strings of spit connecting your lips, lust filled eyes burning into yours.
“On your knees.” Jungwon ordered, “Haven’t had that pretty mouth all week.”
You dropped to the cool tile floor instantly, knees scraping as you settled between his legs. His cock, slick with your own juices, bobbed in front of your face—thick, veined, and still rock-hard, the head flushed red.
You looked up at him through your lashes, a mischievous spark in your eyes despite the ache in your body. Leaning in, you flicked your tongue out, tracing juust the tip lightly, swirling around the slit without taking him in. His thighs tensed, a low tch escaping him, but you kept nipping gently at the base before pulling back with an innocent smile.
“That's enough games.” Jungwon snapped, voice edged with frustration. His fist tightened in your hair, pulling sharply until your scalp stung and your mouth hovered inches from his cock. “Suck it properly, or you won’t get cock for the entire week.”
You knew that threat held no actual water, but you parted your lips anyway. He tugged again—harder this time, roots protesting as he guided you onto him. His cock slid over your tongue, filling your mouth with his salty taste.
As always, Jungwon refused to give you time to adjust to him, thrusting shallowly to push deeper, the head bumping the back of your throat. You gagged a little, eyes watering, but hollowed your cheeks and started sucking in earnest, tongue pressing flat against the underside as you bobbed your head. A guttural groan erupts from his throat, hand still fisted in your hair, controlling the pace.
“Gooood girl.” The grip Jungwon had on your hair made your head throb at every whine and groan he let out. You always knew just how to ease the tension in his shoulders, make him absolutely fall apart for you. “Take it all like my good little slut.”
Perhaps the stars had aligned in all the wrong places today, perhaps a butterfly flapped its wings or perhaps you two were especially horny today, but you didn't bother to close the door properly—a thin crack at the hinge allowing a sliver of view from the hallway outside.
Asakura Jo considered himself to be a good employee.
But good employees certainly didn't have their eyes locked onto their exec ops’ tits as she sucked off her coworker.
At 6 am in the evening, Jo hadn't expected anyone to still be in the office. He’d come looking for some files in the ancient printer room—where he never usually went, preferring to send his assistant. Jo stood there, frozen at first, his eyes widening behind his glasses as he caught sight of the scene. He was transfixed, heart pounding in his chest, as shock, and something more scandalous, took over him like a wave.
Watching you on your knees, sucking cock so eagerly, a rush of heat surged through him. His slacks tightened uncomfortably, his cock hardening instantly at the erotic display. A sort of raw desire pooled within him; he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be peeking, but he just couldn't tear himself away.
Jo's gaze locked onto your exposed body, the way your shirt hung open, your breasts swaying with each movement of your head. He'd always fantasized about those tits, imagining burying his face between them during late-night meetings when you'd lean over his desk, to sweetly guide him about office policy and whatnot.
Glancing around the empty hallway to ensure privacy, Jo's hand trembled as he unzipped his fly, going red upon seeing his aching erection. It was stiff and leaking pre-cum already, the tip flushed from the sight of your face, eyes closed, head bobbing, your tongue occasionally flicking out. What Jo would do to be in Jungwon’s position.
He wrapped his fingers around the length, stroking slowly at first, matching the rhythm of your bobbing head. His breath fogged up his glasses, the lenses clouding with each heavy exhale as sweat beads on his forehead. The steam from his arousal made everything blur, but he quickly removed his glasses, desperate to keep watching.
“F-Fuck Y/N….” He gasped softly.
In his mind, it's him you were servicing—your pretty lips stretched around his cock, those beautiful eyes looking up at him with a cheeky gaze as you teased the head with your tongue. He imagined pulling your hair himself, guiding you down until you gagged on him, your tits bouncing with the motion.
A low, muffled groan escaped his throat, stifled by his clenched teeth, as he pumped his fist faster. The risk of getting caught only heightened his pleasure, his balls tightening with the building pressure. Jo leaned closer to the door crack, the wood cool against his shoulder, lost in the fantasy of claiming you right there, your mouth hot and wet around him while Jungwon watched helplessly.
Sounds of your gags came to a pause as you pulled off for a breath of fresh air. The string of spit that connected you with his dick was soon to be broken when you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the pulsing head of his cock.
“Where do you want to cum, Won? On my tits?” Lidded eyes, both outside and inside the room, stared at the way your tongue traveled along the prominent veins, “Hmmm, how about my mouth?”
Pushing your shirt fully off your shoulders, the lace wrapped around your chest leaves little to the imagination. A satisfied smirk tugs on Jungwon’s mouth.
Your throat tightened around Jungwon's cock as he thrusted deeper, the head bumping against the back of your mouth with insistent force.
“Ah fuck…..pretty girl suckin’ me off like its her job.” He rasped, his fingers pulling until your scalp stung deliciously, "Swallow it, go on.” The burn fueled your own heat, your pussy clenching emptily as you hummed around him, vibrations drawing a sharp hiss from his lips, “All of it.”
Outside the door, Jo's strokes quickened as well, fist gliding over his slick length with desperate urgency. The sight of you—lips puffed and red, cheeks hollowed as you took Jungwon's cock—pushed him closer.
The image burned into his mind: your tits heaving with each breath, nipples hard against the cool air; he bit his lip hard to muffle the groan building in his chest, pre-cum beading at his tip and smearing over his knuckles.
“Gonna fill this pretty mouth.” He warned through gritted teeth, his free hand slamming against the desk for support as he drove in one last time. You felt him swell, pulse hot and heavy on your tongue, and then he erupted—thick ropes of cum flooding your mouth, salty and thick, coating your throat as you swallowed greedily around him. The force of it made you cough lightly, but you held on, milking every spurt with flicks of your tongue.
At the exact same moment, Jo shattered as well. His hand blurred over his cock, a choked gasp escaping as orgasm ripped through him. Cum spurted onto the hallway floor in messy arcs, his knees buckling slightly while he gripped the doorframe for stability.
Waves of pleasure crashed over him, intensified by the taboo of it all—watching you swallow another man's load, your eyes watering but locked on Jungwon's face in submission. It's the hottest thing he'd ever seen, his crush on you twisting into something filthy and obsessive. He pumped through the aftershocks, wringing out every drop until his cock twitched soft in his palm.
“Look so pretty like this….” Jungwon’s eyes were hooded, utterly drunk on your mouth, “my pretty girl.”
You pulled off Jungwon's cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva and cum connecting your lips to the glistening tip. “Your pretty girl?” Licking your mouth clean, you rose on shaky legs, "Wasn't aware we were a thing.”
Jungwon watched you with a satisfied smirk, tucking himself away as you fumbled for your clothes. As you straightened your hair, Jungwon's eyes flicked to the door. Through the narrow crack, he caught a glimpse.
Oh?
This was interesting.
Jungwon was the first one to notice the earth shattering crush Jo had on you. Normally, it should have made him jealous and full of possessive rage, but he was just…faintly amused. It was fun to see you tease Jo too, always unbuttoning at least two buttons before you went into his office.
And there the man of the hour was right outside the printer room, hastily zipping up, face flushed crimson behind smeared glasses. Jungwon's lips curled into a knowing grin, but he said nothing, filing the secret away like a loaded gun. Whatever leverage this gave him, he'd use it later—maybe to pull you into something even riskier.
For now, however, he merely adjusted his tie and moved on, shaking his head when you asked him why he was smiling like a bastard.
“Better get back before Jo notices.” Jungwon whistled, as you smoothed your skirt, “Say, do you still think he’s hot?”
You turned your head slowly to him, closing your eyes for a second and inhaling deeply. “Why do you ask my sweet Jungwon?”
“No reason.” He replied briefly, “Just….thoughts.”
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Jo was a shy man. Confident as hell when he was presenting monthly figures, but a red mess when the CEO asked him how his day had been. He was a human oxymoron—and that’s what piqued your curiosity.
Sure he was respectful and all that bullshit, but by god was he the hottest human being to ever grace your earth. If he wasn’t so damn shy, if his ears didn’t go turnip red everytime you told him you liked his tie, you would have made that man fuck you stupid in the middle of the meeting room, out in the open for everybody to see.
Those long, slender fingers of his, you'd often find yourself staring at them during meetings, imagining what they'd feel like gliding over your skin. The way he held a pen, with such finesse and control, made you wonder how skilled those hands would be in more…..intimate areas.
As the head of marketing, you were used to getting what you wanted when you wanted it—the amazing things power can do.
And what you wanted right now was Jo, sprawled out naked on the armchair in his office, those gorgeous blushes spreading across every inch of his body as you rode him till both your brains were completely fucked out. You knew it wouldn't take much to make him crack, to turn that bashful stutter into a symphony of moans.
And ever since you made Jungwon spill the truth about him three days after your little encounter (“I swear I was going to tell you when the time came.” “Hopefully it would have been before I died.”), you had decided that you’d waited long enough. It was time to make your fantasy a reality, to show Jo just how much you would have loved his mouth on your tits.
As you sauntered into Jo’s office, you made sure to arch your back just right as you bent to pick up a pen, accentuating all the right parts of your body in a way that would make anyone weak in the knees. You caught him sneaking a glance at your chest, as you leaned against his desk.
“It's 7 in the evening.” You said crossing your arms, “What are you doing working all alone, handsome?” His ears turned an even deeper shade of red.
“I could say the same for you.” Jo leaned back in his chair, you watched his adam’s apple bob a bit, “You usually go by 5 don't you?”
“You noticed?” You did a little faux gasp, “I just had some extra stuff to do today, with Jungwon not coming in today.” You scoffed, “Little shit cancelled on me last minute because of some cactus convention.” You rolled your shoulders back, “I’m a walking corpse at this point.”
“You have me there.” Jo said, rubbing his stiff shoulders, “I’m firing the person who scheduled back-to-back meetings for me all day today.” You watched his large hand rub over his muscles, that pressed against his tight (slutty) shirt.
Well, well, well.
“Poor you.” You purred, walking around to stand behind his chair, “Let me help you with that.”
Without waiting for a response, you started to massage his shoulders, feeling the tension melt away under your skilled fingers. Jo let out a low groan, his head lolling forward as you worked out the kinks in his muscles.
Internally though, all that was going on in his mind was abort, abort, system failure, ABORT.
Your hands were pure magic against his stiff shoulders, somehow taking away all the stress and the stupid reviews and resolutions and what not, with a flick of your wrist. Jo’s mind wandered to distant places, imagining where else those beautiful hands could come in use.
Jo glanced down and a very obvious boner greeted him, straining against the fabric of his pants as if to say ‘Hey there you horny bastard! Why don’t you take care of me already?’
“You know you don’t— you really don’t have to—” Jo started, but your thumbs pressed into a tight knot near his neck and the rest of the sentence dissolved into a very undignified exhale. He cleared his throat immediately afterward, as if that would erase the sound.
You bit your lip to suppress a grin, knowing that you're the one who's caused the tent in his pants. But you pretended not to notice, continuing to knead his shoulders as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"Does that feel good, Jo?" You asked innocently.
"Y-Yeah," He stammers, his voice husky with desire. "That feels really good."
“You know I give really good massages." You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Everybody says so.”
“Oh yeah?” Jo hummed. His brain was no longer cooperating. Every nerve seemed hyper-aware of exactly where your hands were, how close you were standing, the faint brush of your sleeve when you shifted.
“I can show you.” You said sweetly, “You’re coming to the party tomorrow right?” You watched his ears turn an even deeper shade of red and stood back up straight, letting your hand linger on his upper back for a second.
“Hadn’t really thought about it.” Jo fidgeted in his chair, eyes darting between your face and your chest, “But I suppose I could swing by for a bit.”
“Great!” You giggled, putting your hands down on the table, juust right so he could see your chest properly, “See you there, handsome.”
“Y-Yeah.” Jo said in a quiet voice, as you made your way out, grinning to yourself.
Jo remained fully frozen in his seat for a full three minutes, watching you gather your things, swing your handbag over your shoulder and exit the office. He leaned back in his chair and watched the main hall’s lights being turned off. Only the warm golden light of his office remained shining in the dark, like some beacon that reminded him he wouldn't be locked up in here tomorrow.
His heart hammered in his chest as something hot and nauseating flushed his body. A vivid memory, seared into his brain came up—your mouth working cock, tits bouncing, the way you'd look doing it to him. Tonight, alone in his apartment, he'd replay it on loop—hand wrapped around his dick again, stroking to the fantasy of bending you over his desk, claiming those perfect breasts while you beg for more.
Jo closed his eyes briefly, and sighed.
How was he supposed to survive tomorrow?
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Jungwon was bored.
It had been all of fifteen minutes into the office party and he was utterly bored. You had texted him earlier, telling him you’d be running late. He brushed it off—after all, it wasn't like you two were getting any action tonight.
The party buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses of champagne, but he could barely focus on the chatter around him. All his focus was on one person tonight.
Asakura Jo.
He rarely ever came to these things, so him standing in the corner, brooding over his glass of sparkling liquor was an odd sight. But Jungwon could make an easy guess. You did sound way too excited yesterday when you were getting takeout with him, yapping away about all that you’d done to your poor boss.
Evil, evil woman, Jungwon thought, sipping his champagne.
Jo was still in the same corner, nursing what was probably his second drink — not that he looked like the type to lose control. He stood straight-backed, tie slightly loosened, expression carefully composed in that way that screamed get me out of here.
Jungwon gave it exactly three more minutes before deciding he’d suffered enough. He adjusted his cuff and sauntered over.
“Didn’t know this place had a statue exhibit,” He said casually. “You’ve been standing in this exact spot since I got here.”
“I’m observing.” Jo shot back, “Some of us prefer the quiet.”
“At a party?”
“At this party.”
“Speaking of which—” Jungwon smirked, “—why are you here? You never come to these things.”
There it was—the faintest tightening of Jo’s jaw. Bingo.
“I was invited.” Jo replied, voice infuriatingly calm, “Can’t refuse that now can I?”
“You’ve rejected my invitation to get a drink….lets see now…six entire times.” Jungwon’s eyes crinkled into crescent moons as he smiled sweetly, “But then again, nobody can refuse our sweet girl.”
The music shifted into something louder, bass heavier, and a group near the center of the room erupted into cheers. Jo didn’t glance their way, instead staring straight ahead at a plant like it held the universe’s secrets. There was no way he could have seen right?
“You know she was very excited about tonight.” Jungwon swirled his champagne.
“She seems to enjoy social events.” Jo exhaled through his nose, leaning his head back against the wall.
“Oh trust me, it’s not the event she was excited about.”
Jo’s fingers tightened slightly around his glass before he caught himself. “Jungwon, are you perhaps attempting to—”
“I’m not attempting anything.” Jungwon’s grin widened. “I’m just saying, she was practically glowing yesterday.”
Jo didn't answer immediately, adjusting his glasses instead—a subtle tell Jungwon had learned to observe over months of observation.
Jo didn’t answer immediately.
“She’s…..zestful.” Jo said at last.
“Zestful,” Jungwon echoed, unable to hide the absolute delight in his voice. “Is that the official term?”
“Is there a reason you’re bringing her up?” Jo asked, narrowing his gaze.
“Can’t I talk about my coworker now?”
“You rarely do.” Jo chuckled coldly. “If anything, I’ve only ever heard you talk about work and cactuses.” Before Jungwon could fire back however, his gaze drifted over to the door.
Bingo.
“Speak of the devil.” He chuckled, nudging Jo’s shoulder. Jo followed his gaze over to the door, and felt the earth stop spinning on its axis.
A dangerously low-cut black dress hugging your body perfectly, the deep V plunging between your boobs, a thigh high slit revealing flashes of skin with every single step. If there really was a heaven on earth, Jo thought he’d found it.
Jungwon watched Jo’s system crash happen in real time. The stillness, the widening of Jo’s eyes before he masked it, the way his posture straightened unconsciously, the way his fingers tightened on his glass, probably tight enough to break the fragile crystal.
“She’s here.” Jungwon said, helpfully.
“I can see that.” There was a slight waver in his usually composed tone of voice. But he couldn't bear to look away. You laughed at something someone near the door said, then began weaving through the crowd. You hadn’t spotted them yet. Or maybe you had.
Whatever it was, his brain was no longer functioning at optimal speed. Every detail seemed magnified — the way you carried yourself, the faint sparkle at your wrist when you moved. The party had already overwhelmed him and you were only making it worse—the sight of your cleavage straining against the fabric, the way the dress clung to your hips, it all stirred something feral.
Jo became suddenly, painfully aware of himself. Was his tie straight? Did he look good standing here? Should he have worn something different? Why had he agreed to this again?
Jungwon leaned closer. “You don’t look too good, boss.”
“I’m fine.”
“Maybe don’t break your glass first and I’ll believe you.” Jo forced his grip to relax, at Jungwon’s words, praying to whatever God was listening that his inner thoughts weren't visible anywhere on his body.
Across the room, your eyes finally landed on them. You smiled and the only image Jo’s brain cells were giving him was that of you on your knees, lips stretched around cock, saliva dripping down your chin and you bobbed your head eagerly. Jo tightened his jaw and forced a sip down.
“You’re staring, boss.” Jungwon chuckled. This was the best day of his life.
Jo blinked slowly and dragged his gaze away with visible effort. “I am not.”
“Sure.” Jungwon hummed, watching you walk across the room to them. You really weren't kidding when you told him you’d be wearing your battle armor for this party.
When you finally reached them, you tilted your head slightly and smiled at Jo, making his pulse behave in highly unprofessional ways.
“Well,” You said lightly, “look who actually showed up.”
“Management decided to bless us with his presence.” Jungwon slid in smoothly. Jo shot him a look. You turned your attention fully to the tall man then — eyes scanning him up and down. Fuck, he looked like a five course meal, dessert included.
“Well, I’m glad you came.” You said, taking the glass Jungwon handed to you.
Simple words, but Jo’s brain treated them like a full system overload.
“Of course,” He replied, voice steadier than he felt. “I said I might.”
“And you did.” Your smile sharpened slightly. “I’m impressed.” Jungwon looked between the two of you like he was watching live entertainment.
“I’m going to get another drink.” He announced, “You two catch up on…..whatever you two talk about.”
“Jungwon—” Jo started. But Jungwon was already gone, leaving Jo alone with you and the hum of the party.
And the faint, dangerous tilt of your smile.
“You look nervous,” You observed gently, “But parties aren't really your vibe are they?”
“I’m not nervous.” Jo replied automatically, chuckling at your raised brow, “I just prefer quieter environments."
“So,” You nodded thoughtfully, stepping a little closer so you wouldn’t have to raise your voice over the music, “not this.”
God, your perfume smelled sooo good.
A group nearby burst into laughter, the bass vibrating faintly through the floor. Colored lights flickered across the room, catching briefly in your hair, along the line of your jaw. Jo’s attention drifted down for half a second before he dragged it back up to your eyes.
Focus, idiot..
“You don’t seem uncomfortable.” He added, knowing silence would only be more dangerous for his situation.
“I’m not.” You smiled easily. “I like stuff like this. Helps me loosen up a bit.”
“And do you?” He asked before he could stop himself, “Intend to loosen up tonight, I mean.”
“Mayybe.” You giggled into your drink., which was not helpful.
Jo cleared his throat. “You mentioned this party as though it were… significant.”
“Oh?” You cocked your head to the side. “Did I?”
“You seemed invested in my attendance.”
“I was.” You admitted plainly. “Because you never come to these things. And I was curious.” You took a slow sip of your drink, your gaze never leaving his.
“Curious about what?”
“How you’d act outside the office.” Jo felt that land somewhere in his chest, the alluring scent of your perfume filling his senses to the brim.
“And your conclusion is?” He asked.
“And,” You stepped a fraction closer again, close enough so he would be forced to look at your cleavage, God bless his towering height, “I think I’m still figuring that out.”
Jo’s heartbeat was no longer cooperating. He became acutely aware of where his hands were, how stiff his posture looked, whether he seemed ridiculous standing this straight at a party where everyone else had long since relaxed.
“I behave the same.” He said carefully.
“Do you?” Your gaze dropped briefly, lingering somewhere very inappropriate then going back to his face, “I think I might need proof.” You laughed, bright and unfiltered, and that was Jo’s curtain call.
“Excuse me.” He said suddenly, stepping back before you could fully draw him in “I think I need some air.”
Without waiting for you to question it further, he turned and navigated through the crowd with brisk efficiency, ignoring the knowing look Jungwon shot him from across the room.
The hallway outside the office space was blissfully quiet. Jo walked straight past the break room, past the conference area, and into his office. He shut the door behind him and leaned back against it, breathing in deeply and exhaling.
Could he get more pathetic?
Jo pushed off the door and crossed to his desk, sinking into his leather chair, loosening his tie, his hand drifting to the growing bulge in his slacks as he pictured your mouth on him, just like it had been on Jungwon. He rolled his shoulders once, as if to physically shake off the tension.
The image of you standing there, replayed in his mind with irritating clarity. The way you’d said you were curious about him and the way you’d looked at him like he was something to figure out. Your exposed neck, practically begging for his teeth, his lips—marks to claim what he was craving like a starved animal.
“Get it together.” Jo muttered under his breath, taking his glasses off and massaging his temple with his fingers.
This was a party, a simple social gathering and he was an adult. He could (should) handle being around a woman without internally combusting. He thought about the beautiful flesh of your thigh peeking out from the slit and something in his chest tightened.
A soft knock sounded at his door.
“Jooooo.” A voice drifted through the wood, “I know you’re in here.”
“What do you want Jungwon.” Jo sighed, closing his eyes. He was definitely not in the right mindset to deal with Jungwon’s bullshit without impaling him in the chest right now.
The door opened, and Jungwon sauntered in, still holding a drink from the party. He closed the door softly, leaning against it with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
“Rough night, boss?” Jungwon asked, his voice laced with amusement. Jo straightened, trying to compose himself, but Jungwon's eyes flicked momentarily to the very obvious tent in Jo's pants.
“You know Y/N’s missing you out there.” Jungwon sighed dramatically, “Poor girl, you don't want to disappoint her do you?”
“If you’re trying to insinuate that I like her in some way—” Jo glared up at him, “—I must tell you that it's highly unprofessional."
“Unprofessional?” Jungwon burst out laughing, “What’s unprofessional is the way you were staring at her, boss.” He slowly moved to the armchair and coffee table in the corner of the room facing Jo, plopping down on it as if he owned the space, “I don’t blame you though. That dress is really something.” He titled his head back, letting it rest on the plush headrest, “But you know what really gets me? The way she sucks cock. Like, fucking pro-level.” He barked a cocky laugh, “She takes every damn inch till she's gagging, and she still has the audacity to beg for more. Oh don't even get me started on that pretty little tongue.” Jungwon's words hung in the air, bragging without shame, painting vivid pictures that made Jo's face flush.
“Jungwon what the hell are you—”
“Relax boss.” Jungwon cut him off with a harsh chuckle, “You saw us in the printer room, didn't you? Jerking off like a perv. Don’t deny it.” Jo's words died on his lips.
They say fate has its mysterious ways—sometimes using its power to make a butterfly flap its wings, make a tornado destroy towns and other sorts of mischief. Whatever fate did, Jo was cursing it out in his mind in every language he knew, when the door opened and the cause of all his mental strain stepped in.
Your heels clicked on the hardwood floor, the scent of your perfume trailing behind you as you turned the lock of the door with a decisive click, the sound echoing in the tense silence.
Your eyes locked onto Jo’s, seductive smile curving your glossy lips as you approached his desk. Jungwon watched from his place, settling into the armchair with his legs spread. You didn't spare him a glance yet, your focus locked in on Jo, and the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, hands gripping the armrests.
You sauntered towards Jo's desk, hips swaying with each step. You could see the way his eyes widened as you approached, his dark gaze roaming over your body appreciatively. You couldn't help but feel a thrill of power, knowing that you had such an effect on him.
"And what are the both of you doing in here?" You asked, batting your eyelashes innocently. You made sure to lean against the desk so that Jo had a perfect view of the front of your dress.
Jungwon let out a harsh bark of laughter from his perch on the armchair. "Oh, Jo and I were just talking about you." He said, tone dripping with innuendo. "He was really….…admiring you."
You glanced over at Jungwon, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "Is that so?" You purred, turning your attention back to Jo. "And what exactly was he admiring, hmm?"
You could see the way Jo was struggling to maintain his composure, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white. You decided to take pity on him, striding around the desk and perching yourself on the edge of it in front of him. You slowly took his hand in yours and placed it on your exposed thigh.
“Go on Jo.” You trailed a finger down his chest, “Tell me what you were admiring about me.”
Jungwon chuckled from the corner, leaning forward in his seat. “I don’t think he can do that with you so close, baby.”
“Oh my.” You gasped, “Well then, how about this?” You slid off the table, placing your hands on Jo’s broad shoulders as you lowered yourself slowly onto his lap, feeling his hardness press against your panties through his pants, “You think you can tell me now?”
Jo’s gaze raked over you, dark and hungry—something you’ve never seen before, but by god was it the hottest thing ever. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“You know, this is not very professional.” He mumbled, voice low as ever, “But you did offer to give me a massage.” His breath hitched as he felt your hands roam low, brushing over his abs, “May I take you up on that offer, sweetheart?”
“Hmm.” You hummed sweetly, “You do look tense right.” You leaned in so that your breath ghosted his ears. The fabric of your dress rode up as you settled onto him more comfortably. Jo's hands hesitated at your hips, but they eventually rested there when you gave an experimental roll of your hips.
Jungwon, meanwhile, leaned back in the armchair, his hand already palming himself through his pants.
“Go on Jo. You want her, don’t you?” Jungwon drawled lazily, “Undo that zipper at the back. Slowly.”
Jo's fingers trembled slightly as they found the pull, sliding it down painfully tardy, the sound of the zipper teeth parting filling the room. The dress loosened, and you shrugged it off your shoulders, letting it pool at your waist, revealing the black lace lingerie beneath—a bra that barely contained your breasts, the sheer cups leaving your nipples visible and hardening in the cool air, matching panties that hugged your ass and pussy like a second skin.
Jo’s sharp eyes lingered on the way your soaked panties clung to your folds, the fabric translucent from how wet you were. In a moment of confidence, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked them down your legs in one swift motion, tossing them aside.
"Is this what you've been dreaming about, Jo?" You enticed him, grinding against him teasingly. "Having me sit on your lap?”
“And if I said yes?” Jo breathed slowly, feeling his pants stain with your wetness.
You grinded against Jo's lap, feeling his cock throb beneath you, and reached for his belt.
“Let me take care of you.” You whispered, unbuckling it with deft fingers, then popping the button of his slacks and tugging the zipper down, freeing his rock hard cock from its confines. You shoved his pants and boxers to his thighs; he was surprisingly big, cock thick and veined all over, the pretty head already leaking pre-cum; you ran your tongue over your lips at the sight of it. Jo groaned, his head falling back, but he didn't take control, choosing instead to wait with pleading eyes.
“You’re so pretty, Jo.” You giggled, palming his cock, “Bet this pretty cock gets hard when you think of me, yeah?”
“Y-Yeah.” Jo shuddered against you, letting himself melt into your beautiful touch. All his senses knew were you, the shape of you, the scent of you, the feeling of your pussy on him—everything was just you, you, you.
“You ready for me, baby?” You asked, tone innocent as a lamb.
Jo's breath caught in his throat as you wrapped your hand around his thick, pulsing cock. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking involuntarily into your touch.
“Always.”
You shivered at his words, feeling your own arousal growing. You gave his cock a firm stroke from base to tip, smearing the pre-cum that had gathered at the head.
Without hesitation, you lifted and positioned yourself above him, sinking down onto his cock. You both moaned at the sensation, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. Inch by inch, you teased him, lifting and lowering in shallow movements, clenching your pussy around the tip before taking more.
The pain peaked, a deep, burning stretch that made you cry out, but then it ebbed slightly, morphing into a profound pressure, your walls molding to his shape.
His cock pulsed inside you, hot and insistent, and you felt every ridge, every throb as he held still, letting your pussy flutter and stretch around him.
“Fuck—you’re so big Jo.” You let out a breathy chuckle, making him whimper softly, his hips twitching but not thrusting up—letting you set the pace. Ever the gentleman, you thought. He stilled completely at your praise, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing hard.
"Oh fuckkkk" Jo groaned, his head falling back against the chair as you started to rock your hips. "F-Feel so good…." His left hand made its way to your breast, kneading and squeezing it through the thin lace as you continued to ride him without any mercy.
“Oh!” You moaned loudly, feeling his large hand touch you so wonderfully, “Jo, don’t stop please…” His hands explored your body, gripping your hips as he thrusted up into you, his cock stretching you deliciously with every push.
"Fuck, you feel so gooood.” His words came out loud and slurred, his face contorted in ecstasy. "So warm…."
"That's right, baby," You grinned, rolling your hips in a sensual rhythm. "Be a good boy and take what you want.”
Jo couldn't help but let his head fall back, eyes shut close as your pussy clamped down on him when he hit a particularly sensitive spot on you, loud groans and whines ripping from his chest. You never expected him to be this loud, his voice masking the music from the party outside. Well now, you had to fix that right?
“Shh pretty baby.” You cooed, reaching back to unclasp your bra letting your breasts fall free in front of his flushed face, “You gotta be quiet.”
But Jo, lost in the throes of passion, unable to control himself. "I can't help it," He whined, his hips bucking up into you. "It feels too good."
You grabbed his hair, yanking his head back and forcing him to look at you. "If you can't keep quiet, I'll have to find something to keep that mouth busy then." You said, before pressing your breast against his lips.
Jo’s mouth found your tit almost desperately, his lips latching onto one nipple, tongue flicking over the stiff peak, swirling and lapping before he sucked it deep into his mouth, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You grinded down onto him harder, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he moaned against your chest.
"That's it," You purred, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts. "Keep sucking just like that." Marks bloomed under his attention—reddened skin from his eager bites, his teeth grazing just enough to sting pleasurably, "Good boy, Jo.”
He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same hunger, his hands finally gripping your waist but only to steady himself, not to guide. You rode him languidly, pussy stretching around his length, juices coating him as you teased, rising until just the head was inside before sinking back down fully, grinding your clit against his base. You could feel your orgasm approaching fast, your body tensing as you chased that sweet release.
In the corner, Jungwon had freed his own cock, stroking it with firm, deliberate pumps. His fist twisted over the head, slick with his pre-cum, eyes fixed on your back and your ass, bouncing with every up and down movement. His cock, unbelievably hard, twitched in his hand as he panted silently, mind going through every position the three of you could hit.
"Oh god," Jo groaned. "I'm going to cum."
“Beg for it.” You picked up the pace slightly, bouncing on Jo's cock, ass slapping against his thighs, but still teasing—edging him closer without letting him tip over, “Beg for it like a good boy.”
“Please….” He murmured against my skin, voice breaking, so unlike his usual authority, "Please please please I’ll be your good boy—fuckkk.” Jo's sucks grew frantic, leaving hickeys across the swells of your breasts, up to your neck. His teeth sank into the soft flesh below your ear, sucking a bruise that would linger, his tongue soothing the spot before biting again.
"Cum for me." You demanded, your voice high and breathy.
With a final thrust, Jo let out a guttural moan, his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled himself deep within your core. The feeling of his warm release sent you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you in waves as you cried out in ecstasy.
Jo buried his face in your chest as you threw your head back, panting hard. You collapsed against him, both of you sweaty as you came down from your high. You could feel Jo's softening cock still nestled inside you, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his dazed expression.
“That’s enough.” A sharp voice rang through the room, “My turn sweetheart, get over here.” You turned your head back to see Jungwon with his legs spread wiiide open, sitting languidly on the armchair and patting his thigh.
As Jo still basked in the afterglow of your session, you pulled off of his lap with a wet pop, feeling his cum dribble out of your well-fucked pussy and down your thigh. Jo let out a whimper but didn't protest, those pretty eyes of his glazed over, his cock slick and twitching in the air.
You sauntered over to Jungwon, your hips swaying seductively, and dropped onto his thigh, straddling his leg, the rough fabric of his pants pressed against you, lips parting around the muscle as you settled.
"You like his cock better than mine, don't you?" Jungwon smirked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. "My pretty little slut. Couldn't be satisfied with just one cock could you?”
You bit your lip, refusing to answer, enjoying the way Jungwon's grip on your hair tightened. He forced you down onto his thigh as he guided you into a slow, torturous pace. He flexed his thigh, pressing up into your clit, and you began to rock, forward and back, the friction building heat fast.
Jungwon chuckled darkly, his hand snaking down to grab your ass, fingers sinking into the flesh hard enough to leave imprints. "Fuck, you're so wet already, so desperate for another round. Such a greedy little slut."
You let out a frustrated whimper, desperately trying to grind down on his thigh to get some much-needed friction. Jungwon thrust his thigh up rhythmically, making you chase the pressure, your breasts bouncing with each roll of my hips.
"Tell me who's cock you like better," Jungwon said, slapping your ass hard enough to sting. "Tell me, or I'll stop altogether."
He began to thrust his leg into you, firm muscle grinding against your clit with each upward push. The sensation was almost too much, the intense stimulation sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Jungwon maintained a steady rhythm, his eyes locked onto yours as he used you for his pleasure.
Well wouldn't this be fun?
“Jo.” You laughed breathily, trying not to moan, “I liked Jo’s cock better—fuck—Jungwon.” You watched as his eyes darkened, “He fills me up sooo good Wonnie, I love love love his cock so much, it’s like—”
But before you could go any further, Jungwon’s fingers were digging into your hips as he pulled you off of him completely. He dragged you over to Jo’s chair and forced you down onto your knees in front of him.
Jo sat there, pants still bunched around his ankles, his thick cock standing rigid and veined, the tip flushed and weeping pre-cum from the teasing ride you'd given him moments ago. Jo's breath hitched, his hands gripping the armrests, eyes watching you with a mix of hunger and uncertainty, as you gripped his thighs with your hands.
Jungwon positioned himself behind you, dropping to his knees on the floor. His hands gripped your hips, yanking his pants and boxers down. The cool office air hit your slick folds all of a sudden, making you shiver, but then his cock nudged against your entrance, thick and insistent, and you whimpered.
“You’re gonna suck Jo off while I fuck you like a good little slut.” Jungwon nibbled at your ear, darting his gaze to Jo, “Isn’t she so pretty on her knees?”
You looked up at Jo with pleading eyes as Jungwon's cock nudged at your entrance from behind, your hands gripping his thighs. Jo's gaze was intense now, his pupils dilated with lust as he took in the sight of you on your knees in front of him, completely under Jungwon's control.
“She is.” He chuckled, tone so unlike him, “She’s got such a pretty mouth.” His voice dripped with a lazy sort of dominance that made your pussy clench around nothing, “Bet all she wants to do is suck this cock like a good girl.”
You nodded frantically, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, catching the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. He groaned, his head tipping back against the chair, fingers twitching but not touching you yet.
Jo smirked, his hand coming up to grip your chin. "Such a good girl," He purred, pushing his thumb into your mouth. "Letting us use you like our own personal fuck toy. I bet you loooove having both of our cocks inside you at once, don't you pretty girl?"
You moaned around his thumb, as Jungwon thrust into you from behind with one sharp push, burying himself to the hilt, your walls clenching around him as he filled you completely without any warning. You let out a strangled cry around Jo’s thumb which he slid out of your mouth and replaced it with his thick cock pushing into your throat. Inch by inch, you slid down, your mouth stretching around his girth, tongue pressing flat against the vein that pulsed hotly.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Jungwon groaned, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You feel her?”
"God she’s so beautiful," Jo laughed darkly, pulling your hair to angle your head back so he could look into your eyes. "Chokin’ on me like this, fuckkkk—she’s perfect."
Jungwon set a brutal pace from the start, his pelvis slapping against your ass with each drive, his balls tapping your clit rhythmically. The force rocked you forward onto Jo's lap, forcing you to take him deeper into your throat.
“Yeah? You like that, baby?” Jo chuckled.
You could only moan in response, your mouth too full of his cock to form words. Jo's hands came up to tangle in your hair, pushing you down further onto his shaft until your nose was pressed against his pelvis and you were gagging around him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to breathe, but the pain and humiliation only turned you on more, making your pussy clench around his cock.
“Look at her.” Jungwon thrusted savagely, cock swelling inside you, veins pulsing against your fluttering walls, “Pussy so fucking tight for us.”
The dual sensations overwhelmed you, Jungwon's dick pounding into your pussy, stretching and claiming you with every thrust, his fingers digging bruises into your hips; Jo's length sliding over your tongue, the musky taste of him flooding your senses as you worked him relentlessly.
Your body moved between them like a conduit of pleasure, knees grinding into the carpet, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth. Jungwon's grunts filled the room, low and animalistic, his pace faltering as he chased his release. Not yet, he reminded himself. What sort of a man would he be if he let you cum this easy?
Jo's breaths came in ragged pants, his cock twitching in your mouth, swelling against your tongue. You felt the telltale throb, the way his thighs tensed under your palms—he was close too, teetering on the edge from your expert suction.
You sped up, slurping noisily, your hand wrapping around the base to stroke what your lips couldn't reach, twisting on the upstroke. But just as the coil tightened in your core, your pussy fluttering around Jungwon, he yanked you back by your hair.
With a wet schlick, his cock slipped free from your pussy, leaving you empty and aching, and he pulled your mouth off Jo's shaft just as a spurt of pre-cum leaked onto your tongue. You whimpered in protest, lips swollen and shiny, but Jungwon's grip was iron.
“Not so fast.” Jungwon said, smirking at Jo’s whine, “On the floor, both of you. Now.”
Jo obeyed without hesitation, sliding off the chair and stretching out on the carpet, Jungwon pushed you forward, positioning you over Jo's hips.
Your knees sank into the soft carpet on either side of Jo's waist, the rough weave biting into your skin as you hovered above him. His cock stood rigid against his stomach, slick from your earlier mouth work, the veins bulging and the head glistening with that denied pre-cum. Jo's eyes locked onto yours, wide and pleading, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.
“You wanna show him how good this pussy feels?” Jungwon, knelt behind you, cock pressing against your ass, slick with your juices.
You nodded, biting your lower lip as you gripped Jo's base, angling him toward your entrance. The tip nudged your folds, parting them easily since you were still soaked from Jungwon's earlier thrusts.
Slowly, you lowered yourself, feeling the streeetchhh as his thickness breached you. He was thicker than you'd fully realized in the chair, your walls parting around him deliciously. Jo's mouth fell open in a silent moan, his hands flew to your waist, but he didn't dare move.
“S-So tight.” He muttered underneath his breath, locking his hazy eyes with yours.
When you bottomed out, your clit pressed flush against his pelvis, you paused to adjust, rolling your hips in a slow circle that ground him deeper. Jo's hands finally moved, hesitantly gripping your thighs, his thumbs stroking the lace edges of your panties still shoved aside.
His eyes fluttered half shut, as you leaned forward, bracing your palms on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart under your fingers.
“My turn, yeah baby?” Jungwon said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air, “Gotta let you decide who you like better, pretty girl.”
He spat into his palm, rubbing it over your tight hole, then nudged the head in. He filled your ass with immense pressure, making Jo's cock feel even bigger inside your pussy. Hell, you’d taken his cock so many times before, but it felt even bigger now.
“Relax for me, doll.” Jungwon growled, one hand sliding around to your front, fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm circles to ease the intrusion. You did, pushing back against him, and he sank in steadily, the dual stretch turning the burn to a deep, throbbing ache of pleasure.
They were both buried to the root now, your body sandwiched between them on the office floor, the carpet rough against your knees. Jungwon started moving first, shallow thrusts into your ass that shifted you on Jo's length, creating friction that had you moaning filthy, filthy moans. If only HR could see you now.
“Move.” Jungwon gasped as he felt you squeeze the ever-loving life out of his cock, “Fuck her pretty little pussy while I take her pretty little ass.”
Jo nodded frantically, his hips bucking up tentatively at first, then gaining confidence. They found a rhythm—one pulling out as one thrusted in, then reversing, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall separating your holes. The sensation was overwhelming: fullness bordering on too much, every nerve alight, your clit grinding against Jo's pelvis with each dual push.
“Fuck, she's gripping me so hard.” Jo chuckled, his head tipping back against the carpet, his grip on your thighs tightening, “Squeezing me like a fucking vice, baby.”
Jungwon chuckled darkly, bottoming out in your ass with a final thrust that jolted you forward, forcing Jo's cock to nudge deeper inside. You rode the wave, hands braced on his chest, nails digging in as pleasure built anew.
“Harder, Jo. Make this pretty slut feel it.” Jungwon ordered, slamming into your ass with a force that jolted you forward. Jo complied, thrusting up sharply, his cock hitting deep in your pussy, the head nudging your cervix. Sweat slicked your skin, nipples grazing Jo's chest through his half-unbuttoned shirt.
The contrast between them made your already fucked-out head spin. Jo was so fucking gentle with it, shallow lifts of his hips that ,matched your bonus, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy with wet thwop thwop thwops. Jungwon’s were sharper, more experienced, deep driiives into your ass that slapped his hips against your cheeks.
The friction built quickly, their lengths destroying your poor body, creating a pressure that had you moaning openly, your voice echoing off the office walls. You rode them like that, body undulating between the two men, sweat beading on your skin and trickling down your cleavage. Jo's shirt rode up, exposing his abdomen, and you raked your nails over it, leaving red trails that made him hiss.
“Harder, Jo.” You whined, grinding down to take him fully on each descent. He obeyed, hips snapping up with more force, head of his cock battering your inner walls and hitting that spot that made the entire galaxy burst behind your eyelids.
“Look at him, baby.” Jungwon commanded, leaning over your shoulder to nip at your earlobe, “Tell him how much you love his cock.” His hand on your clit sped up, pinching and rolling the nub until your thighs quivered.
You opened your eyes slightly, catching Jo's gaze, his face flushed and eyes glassy. “Love it so much—” You panted, “God I love it so—fuck fuck oh god!” His response was a broken groan, his thrusts turning erratic, chasing the praise.
Jungwon shifted his angle, one hand bracing on Jo's thigh for leverage, and drove in deeper, the force pushing you down harder onto Jo. The carpet chafed your knees raw, but the pain only heightened the sensations, blending with the coil tightening in your belly.
You reached back with one hand, tangling in Jungwon's hair to pull him closer, encouraging his rhythm. His free hand roamed up your side, cupping a breast and pinching the nipple sharply, twisting until you cried out. Jo mirrored him from below, his mouth latching onto your other breast, sucking the peak into wet heat, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
The dual assault on your body overwhelmed you—their mouths and hands claiming every inch of your shaking body, cocks pistoning in alternating strokes that left no part of you empty. Your pussy fluttered, walls spasming as orgasm approached, juices leaking down Jo's shaft to soak his balls.
“‘m close.” You warned, voice high and desperate.
Jungwon bit your shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but just enough to leave a very visible mark, “What do you think? Should we let our pretty girl cum?”
Jo chuckled breathily, his tongue releasing your nipple with a pop. “She’s been good enough. I think we can let her.” The room echoed with the obscene sounds: wet slaps of flesh, your gasps and their grunts, the creak of the floor beneath your writhing bodies, “You wanna cum for us, baby?”
“Yes yes yes!” You cried out, feeling nothing other than a sense of absolute ecstasy, ‘Wanna cum so bad, please please pleeasee.”
“Go on then.” Jungwon said, “Cum for us like a good girl.”
The permission in his voice pushed you over. Your climax hit like a wave, crashing through you, pussy and ass contracting in waves that gripped them both. You screamed, body shaking, nails digging into his chest as euphoria ripped you apart.
Jo’s cock swelled inside you, hot spurts of cum flooding your pussy as he thrust up one last time, burying deep.
“Fuck!” He cried, body arching off the floor. Jungwon held out a beat longer, pounding through your contractions until he slammed home, unloading into your ass with a guttural moan right from his chest, his fingers bruising your hip. Warmth spread from both ends, their releases mixing inside you, dripping out as they softened. They filled you completely, warmth spreading as you collapsed forward onto Jo's chest, all three of you panting in the afterglow.
You collapsed forward onto Jo's chest, his arms wrapping around you weakly, both of you slick with sweat. Jungwon eased out first, a trickle of cum following, then helped lift you off Jo, who lay boneless on the carpet, chest heaving. The three of you stayed tangled there for minutes, breaths syncing in the dim office light, the party's noise a distant reminder of the world outside.
“So….”
“Jungwon, do not start right now.” You warned him, lying on the carpet between them both, your body feeling like it was hit by a thousand daggers.
“Well, this was your idea.” Jungwon said, closing his eyes and sinking into the floor, getting ready to dissociate from the rest of the world.
“I’m sorry what?” Jo said, turning his head to you, strands of hair falling into his face and framing it perfectly.
“Well what’s a girl supposed to do?” You laughed, “Just stand there while her hot piece of ass boss looks at her like that?”
There was a pause. Jo propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you amusement in his eyes.
“How about a date then?” Jo asked, his gaze fixed on yours, “You wanted to know how I act outside the office right?” You blinked at him.
“You’re asking me out?” You said, like you needed to hear it again.
“Yes.” He chuckled awkwardly.
Jungwon slowly sat up. “I leave you two alone for fifteen minutes—”
“Jungwon.”
“I’ll shut up.”
“You’re sure?” Your lips curved slowly, disbelief melting into something warmer. “And this isn’t a panic response?” You teased lightly.
Jo’s mouth twitched. “Not at all.”
“Well,” You said, tilting your head at him, “I suppose I could clear my schedule.” You pushed yourself up fully, brushing imaginary dust from your hands as if buying time.
“Dinner on Friday then?”
"Dinner on Friday.” You agreed. For a second, neither of you moved, lost in each other’s gaze.
“Can I throw up now.”
“I’ll throw a cactus at you Yang Jungwon.”
fin.
Divider by @pixopix
tagging: @binneulton because they commented on my crashout post (i hope you enjoy this!) and @macabrelils because i need to make her go insane
“ 𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘩 .. 𝘮𝘮𝘱𝘩 .“ you smiled up at him as he kept thrusting, hands gripping your waist keeping you in place from movie even a little bit, thighs rubbing against each other after every thrust, “ 𝘯𝘨𝘩.. 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘬 .“ he groaned as his grip tightened and his thrusts quickened .. you let out a low moaning giggle as you placed your hand on top of his to steady yourself as your body bounce to his thrusts over and over .
“ 𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘢 𝘰𝘩’ 𝘰’𝘮𝘺𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘥 !“ you whined, as his eyes was locked onto you, watching you carefully as his thrusts increased and slowly repeated over nd over, as if he was teasing you .
you hand moved to gripp his forearm just as he groaned, “ 𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘩.. 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 ..“ he teased as you babbled, trying to talk back but couldnt .. “ 𝘩𝘢 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘮, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 .“
it all started with you pushing yourself on his dick, soo full of.. so warm and a couple of light bounces .. but maki wasnt taking that .. he wanted full thrusts, big deep and heavy ones .. the ones that full up the whole room with the sound of skin slapping together .
so he took matters into his own hands .. “ 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 .. 𝘤𝘮𝘰𝘯 ..“ he groaned, hands now on your waist; as your hands restsd on his chest to balance yourself just as he starts ramming into you like a manic .. “ 𝘸𝘢𝘢𝘩𝘩𝘩 ! 𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘩 !“ you moaned out, tears forming in your eyes .. “ 𝘮𝘩𝘮𝘮 — 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 .. 𝘰𝘩𝘩’ 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 .. 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 .“
he started to slow down just as you moaned more .. “ 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 — 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪 !“ he only shook his head at you, “ 𝘤𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 .“ you frowned, a little .. panting as you started to grind your pussy on his dick, “ 𝘰𝘰𝘰-𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘩 ..“ circling your hips into a pattern.. rolling them and all as you tried your best to ride his big dick how he liked it .
once you stopped to bounce, the sound of skin smacking together got loud, and he smiled at you, “ 𝘰𝘰𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 .. 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 .“ he praised as he slapped your ass .
“ 𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘧𝘱𝘩 ! 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘬 !“ he moaned out, jerking himself off with his fist, before cumming onto your fat ass .. you whined at the feeling sighing as your relaxed .. the liquid was now dripping from your ass to your pussy.. leaking and pooling at your hole just as maki pushed himself back inside .. “ 𝘢𝘩𝘩—𝘰𝘶𝘶 ! 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘪𝘪 !“ he groaned lowly rubbing your back, “ 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 .. 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ? 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 .“
that promise was a lie .. because after that round, he pulled out came exactly on your pussy, before slipping right back in mumbling .. “ 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 .. 𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘰’ 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 .“
