You just hooked up with Nishimura Riki.
You're not a party girl, and he's not a player—
Yet here you two are. Messy, ruined, and asking for seconds.
pairing: nishumura riki x fem!reader
genre: college au, smut?(extremely suggestive)
word count: 1000
This content is only for readers 18+
content warning: post-hookup intimacy, riding (implied), filthy talk, scratching, aftercare vibes, one-night-stand energy, college au, picks up right after the smut
soundtrack: after hours- the weekend
m.list! ✧ * : ･ﾟ
"So uhh—I don't even know your last name..." Riki chokes out nervously, his hands hesitating before they slide up your thighs.
You pant, sweat running down your brow and chest, hands still resting loosely on his broad shoulders.
You glance down at him in the dim light, noticing how the shadows dance across the pale complexion of his face.
And that's when it hits you.
You just hooked up with Nishumura Riki.
"I think we're a little past introductions, don't you think?" You say with a nervous laugh, tearing your gaze away from his to look at the mess between your bodies.
Your heartbeat tugs at your ears as you nervously shift on top of him. Still naked. Still straddling his hips. His dick still buried inside you.
The smell of sex mixed with the faint scent of his cologne fills your head. Your mind works overtime to try and figure out when—and how you got here.
It all started with a party you didn't really care to go to. Your roommate had a habit of dragging you around to those things.
Half an hour in, she was gone, leaving you alone in a sea of people you didn't know.
But there's one familiar face that caught your attention in the crowd.
Nishumura Riki, you recognized him from your chemistry lab. You watched as he fought his way through the messy crowd to the balcony to catch some fresh air.
And now? He's inside you, and he doesn't even know your full name.
"Better late than never, I guess.." He says as he smiles up at you, his fingertips tracing small circles mindlessly above your hip. The cold silver metal of his rings brushes against your hot skin, making a shiver shoot through your spine.
"So, um—chemistry..right?" you whisper, your hands sliding from his shoulders down to the top of his chest. Your eyes tracing the planes and outlines of his figure as you follow it with your hands.
The silver chain around his neck catches pieces of the moonlight coming in the room through the crooked blinds.
"Yeah, it's my second time trying to pass that class." He says awkwardly with a self-deprecating chuckle. His hands were still gently running over the curves of your body.
You laugh softly, the sound of your voices mixing together cuts through the otherwise quiet dorm room.
"So do you usually...do this kind of thing on weekends?" You whisper, voice cracking slightly as his hand slides to your lower back, keeping you straddled in his slick lap.
"No—no. I'm not that type of guy." Riki says with another soft smile at the confession.
"This is a first for me, actually...I don’t ever do this on a whim" He looks away, chest rising and falling as he struggles to steady his breathing with you still on top of him.
"Same...I mean, come on, do I look like a party girl? That's all my roommate." You complete, hands still tracing his body as you subconsciously bite your bottom lip out of habit.
Riki chuckles, his hard hands pulling your naked body into his even more. The warmth and slickness between you feels euphoric. Your breath catches as your bare chest brushes against the warm skin of his own.
"So I think we're usually supposed to get up now—" He trails off as he looks back into your eyes. One of his hands slides away from the curve of your back to gently brush some of your hair behind your ear.
You pause. This usually isn't included with the hookup package.
"Is it weird that I don't want to get up yet?" He whispers, pulling you down to melt into his body even more.
"I guess that makes us both weird." You say as your heart beat spikes when his arms pull you in closer. It feels like you've known Riki for longer than you actually have.
"So, how was your service?" You tease the moment between you, still charged and playful.
"Five fucking stars, and a cracked bedframe. Would definitely recommend." Riki says with a playful laugh.
"Sorry about that." You confess. The broken bed sinking awkwardly underneath the weight of you two.
Riki looks up at you, his mouth opening and closing like he wants—needs to say something, but the words are caught in his throat.
"Was that—good for you? The sex, I mean.." Riki asks.
"I probably sound stupid—"
"It was good, better than good," You interrupt, eyes scanning over the mess, over the scratches left across his shoulders and back.
"That's a relief...I totally didn't almost lose consciousness or anything." Riki says sarcastically in reply.
"Oh About sounding stupid—" you interrupt.
“Shit..." Riki whispers weakly. His shoulders shift as he maneuvers to get a better grip on you.
"Woman, you ruined me—" Riki confesses, wincing slightly at the stinging sensation left from your marks.
"Is that a bad thing?" You ask playfully,
"Not in the slightest—I'd let you do it again," Riki confesses as he leans in more, smiling as his nose brushes against your own.
You subconsciously lick your lips before smiling back. The smell of his cologne fills your senses again.
"How's next weekend sound?" You blurt out before you can even fully process the words.
"How about you get off my dick first before trying to make another appointment." Riki teases as he leans in.
He hesitates as his hands tangle in your hair as he pulls you closer.
Then he closes the distance.
His lips melt against your own, soft, pliant, and warm.
Your hands slide to the back of his neck as you kiss him harder, lips gasping for breath between messy kisses. Your heart races as he matches your effort with equal favor.
You break away breathless, his forehead resting against your own.
"Fuck..." You gasp, your chest tightening as you pull away to breathe.
"Yeah. Fuck..." Riki finishes, giving you a knowing look.
This is far from over.
"So I mean, we could shower, have sex again, or just lie here and talk for the rest of the night..." you suggest boldly.
"How about all the above?" Riki says before capturing your lips between his again.
You kiss him back, choking on a moan as you pull away to breathe out.
kate's note: HI HI! This little thought came to me randomly, so decided to whip it up for Ni-ki’s brokenegene debut. PLEASE let me know if you guys like the shorter format fics! I'm more than happy to take requests for more!
He won the race.
But when she takes control in the backseat?
That’s when he learns what winning really feels like.
pairing: racecar driver!jungwon x pit crew!fem reader
genre: NASCAR au, smut, sports romance
This content is only for readers 18+
content warning: strong language, explicit sexual content, car sex (obviously), oral sex (f + m receiving), subby!jungwon, angst, emotional tension, power dynamic themes, suggestive dialogue, light dom/sub, dirty talk, car innuendos,
The last thing you needed was a last-minute switch-up.
You bend over the open hood of one of Toyota's fastest race cars. Your arms are already elbow-deep in grease and grime. The familiar smell of oil and grime fills the air of the cold garage.
There's race tonight, and you were tasked with making sure every detail was perfect.
This job is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Especially for a woman, even more so for a woman like you.
It wasn’t easy, it seemed like every day there was another backhanded compliment, another guy staring too hard at your boobs. You didn’t take shit, and soon the whole crew knew exactly the type of woman you were.
You got word this morning that there’s a new rookie in town. Flown in straight from South Korea last night.
Bold move.
To say the least, you're not excited to meet him. You’ve seen it enough times. Boys all talk, no real bite. Cocky and reckless.
You were sure this new rookie was the same.
You’ve seen it time and time again how quick they ruin their image.
He probably won’t last a month before the sponsors pull him out.
You check the racecar's oil before taking a dirty rag to clean your hands from the grease. To be sure, you take one last look under the car hood.
Looks perfect, so you shut the front hood with a loud slam that echoes off the walls.
You step back, admiring the car. You truly do have a love for them. It’s sexy the way it sits low to the ground, ready to take off at max speed across the startling line.
The way the body is welded to curve against the wind. The deep crimson is decorated with vinyls from sponsors.
And his name is already there, freshly painted in white onto the side of the racecar—
Y.Jungwon
You roll your eyes.
You open the garage door, letting the sunlight in through the cracks. In the distance, you see the figure of a young man approaching the door. Helmet held loosely at his side, fireproof suit already zipped to his collar.
Jungwon.
You cross your arms and lean against the car as he comes into view. He’s prettier than you expected. Too pretty.
His eyes are big and round, dark pools that reflected the harsh rays of the sun. His skin a smooth, glassy porcelain.
Guess he is hot shit.
None of the other rookies were this pretty, you'll give him that.
Your eyes linger as he steps closer. His suit hugged his figure perfectly, the leather settling into every curve of his muscles.
Shit…
He walks into the garage like he’s already won the damn race. A smirk on his lips and confidence in his stride.
You’re already sick of it.
“That’s all for me?” Jungwon asks with a playful smirk as he steps into the garage, his eyes flicking between you and the car.
“Wow, not even an introduction, typical,” you say, rolling your eyes again.
The things you would give for this season to be over already.
“Name's Jungwon, figured you already knew since it’s you know painted on the side of the car?” He teases as he lets a gloved hand trace across the edges of his new racecar, right across his painted name.
“By any chance, do you know where I could find my Crew Chief?” Jungwon asks, tearing his gaze away from the car to glance at you.
Here you are standing in front of him covered in oil. Your mechanic's uniform is tied loosely around your waist to keep you cool.
You’re just left in a grimy white tank, showing off your collarbone and cleavage. Again, you weren’t expecting to meet him so soon.
You let the question hang thick in the air. His eyes drag shamelessly down your figure, gaze lingering on your waist and hips before your voice snaps him back to reality.
“You’re looking right at her—“
If Jungwon had a drink in his mouth, he would’ve spit it out. His eyes go wide. No way. You? Crew Chief?
“Y–you? M–my?.” He says a voice frantically stuttering... He wasn’t expecting a woman, let alone one just his type, to be his new track guide.
“Here to make sure you step off that track in one piece,” you say playfully. Clapping your hands together to remove the rest of the dirt.
Jungwon chuckles before rounding the car to stand right in front of you.
He extends a gloved leather hand. You glance down at it, hesitating.
Of course, you want to win; if you want a good season, you know the two of you need to work together.
So you push down the hard feelings for now. For your sake and Toyota's.
Your heart skips a beat as you take his hand, feeling how warm it is underneath the leather. It’s just a handshake, but the gesture feels like so much more.
Hell, this boy's life is in your hands now.
Guess the stakes are high.
Later that night, you arrive at the racetrack. The stands are illuminated with bright white lights. The crowd thumping and cheering loudly.
You’ve changed out of your mechanical attire into your uniform. The same crimson red that was also painted across the racecar.
You immediately snap into work mode, barking orders to your crew. Checking that extra tires are in place, and that there’s plenty of fuel on standby.
You watch as Jungwon slips into his gear. Cheeks flushing as you glance at how the leather holds his body.
Too bad that cocky smirk ruins his whole build.
“Jungwon, you’ve got 15 minutes before countdown —“ you stay sternly through your headset.
It cuts into silence as you drag your boots across the scorching asphalt toward the loading dock where Jungwon and the car are stationed.
Jungwon fixes his posture as he sees you approaching. Like he’s trying to cover up jet lag and nerves all at once.
You chuckle to yourself as you approach him with a confident smile.
“You ready for this?” You ask breathlessly as you glance at his expression. Jaw tight, shoulders tense, chipping at his confidence.
You step closer to him, and the smell of leather and cologne makes your head spin. He lets you in his space until there are only a few inches between you.
“Never been more ready.” He replies with a cocky tone. Lips curving into a smile.
But you heard it, that tremble in his voice.
Jungwon dips low into the driver's side of the car. Exhaling sharply as he leans back against the seat.
His hands already trembling and he doesn’t exactly know why.
You bend down, leaning across him to grab the harness straps. His breath hitches as your warm body presses up against the hard planes of his own. He nearly moans at the scent of you. Motor oil mixed with citrus—enough to drive a man crazy.
“Just breathe for me,” you say, your voice is the softest it’s been all night.
You can tell he’s nervous even if he tries to cover it up. The way his breath catches in his throat, the way his hands are glued to his side.
You pull the harness gently, glancing up to look into his eyes.
Jungwon nods. His cheeks flushed as he looked down at you. His chest rises and falls, and his heart races in his chest.
You're convinced it’s not entirely because of the adrenaline of the race.
“I’m not that nervous…” he says even though his tone of voice betrayed his words.
You bite back laughter as you pull the straps tighter, biting your lip as you hear him gasp sweetly beneath you.
“Jungwon, you listen to me. You follow my orders, okay? No tricks, no showing off. You come out of that race in one piece. You hear me?” You say, voice dropping low as you let your fingertips shamelessly rest on his sides.
“Y-yes ma’am…” Jungwon chokes out. His cheeks are red, bright red. His breath is shaky with nerves and heat. He shifts awkwardly in his seat as he feels himself strangely turned on by the gesture.
Your fingertips slide up his sides, brushing across his muscles and chest to adjust the radio cord dangerously close to the pale skin of his neck.
He flinches at your touch, heart thumping, cheeks burning. Eyes lingering on every place of your body that they shouldn’t.
His lips parted as he looked down at you, scanning your collarbone and chest. His breath is hot against your skin as he noticed the way that crimson suit hugs the curves of your body.
“My tits make a better view when I ride—trust me.” You say with a playful tone before letting your palm playfully thump against his hard chest. A slick smile on your lips as you see his reaction.
“What?! I wasn’t, you–I didn’t mean–“ Jungwon stutters out. Like he wants to snap back, retaliate—anything.
But you’ve already completely wrecked him with your words.
You watch his jaw visibly drop as you pull away with a soft chuckle the corners of your lips tugged up.
You look at him strapped into the driver's seat, obviously, painfully hard.
“You do good out there, and maybe I’ll help you with some of that tension,” you say, voice dripping with promise as you gesturing playfully to his more than obvious boner.
His breathing is heavy, thighs parted on the leather seat. The fireproof covering his skin all of a sudden, feeling too hot and tight.
You shut the car door before he can respond. Jungwon looks like he’s going to pass out through the window.
He swiftly pulls on his helmet in an attempt to spare him from any more embarrassment before he turns on his radio. Your voice rings in his ear as you stride back towards your pit box.
“Don’t fuck this up rookie..comm check in five.”
✩ ✩ ✩
You get situated back in your communication tower overlooking the racetrack. You glance down at the rainbow of cars lining up at the starting line as you adjust the headset over your hair.
The adrenaline of the race is already starting to affect you. The engines rumble beneath the track, and the crowd roars with cheering fans.
This is it.
“Radio check…” You say into the mic as you spot Jungwon’s crimson Toyota lined up by the starting line.
“Check,” Jungwon gasps, his voice cutting sharply through the static. His hands grip the steering wheel with bruising strength as he fights the ache you left in his pants.
“You nervous?” You ask, voice low and teasing. You know you shouldn’t toy with him, but you’re enjoying his reactions a little too much.
“A little, mostly excited though,” Jungwon answers comfortably as he waits at the starting line, the engine roaring beneath him as he stalls for the green light.
“Mhmm, I could tell,” you say playfully.
Jungwon almost whimpers into the other side of the headset.
The ref starts to count down, and Jungwon locks his focus on the track ahead. His head swims with the purr of the engine, the roar of the crowd, and the sound of your voice in his ear.
And the memory of your promise to relieve the tension, if he’s good.
“Remember the plan, stay low on the first two laps, stay on the inside then—”
“Strike from the back—got it.” Jungwon finishes confidently as he settles into the driver's seat. He puts all his focus on the race.
He knows Toyota is taking a chance on him. He can’t screw this up.
On the count of three, the red light turns green, and he doesn’t waste a second before slamming on the gas pedal. The engine roars as his car shoots forward across the starting line.
“Good pace…” You mutter into the microphone, hands gripping the edge of your desk, as you try to keep your heart from racing. You watch as he stays centered on the track just like you planned.
“Brake, don't blow your load on the first round—” You command deeply into the mic.
Jungwon gasps, gripping the wheel even tighter, his racecar slightly falling out of line.
“Shit—god I'm driving 200 miles an hour, you can’t—“He gasps as he's nearly pushed into the steel barrier lining the racetrack by the other cars.
He grips the wheel tight, pulling it sharply to the left to fall back in line, finding his rhythm in the middle of the race.
“Come on, left Jungwon, left.” You pant into the microphone as you watch him clear the first lap.
Two more to go.
Your adrenaline is pumping. Ears ringing, and palms clammy as you watch the race from above.
Even though it’s just a qualifying race, it’s his chance to prove he’s worth the shot.
And a win tonight would prove you’re more than just a mechanic with a pretty face.
Jungwon grips the wheel tighter, pushing back towards the inside.
You smile down at the track as you watch. He's good, real good. Just watching him drive is already proving your initial assumptions wrong.
You’re starting to like this rookie.
“Fuck Jungwon," you whisper into the headset as you watch him take fifth place, then fourth.
“You enjoying this?” He gasps, his cocky tone returning to his voice now that he's got a shot at the win.
“Hell yeah, I’m enjoying this. Come on, show me what you’ve got on this last lap.” You say calmly.
“If you win, maybe I'll show you what I can do on yours.” You say into the headset with a dangerous smirk, cheeks flushing as you imagine the moment.
The second your voice hits his ears, Jungwon slams on the gas, riding tight in third place.
It’s risky.
Cold sweat already runs down his neck and chest as he holds his position.
You stutter, there he goes, being reckless.
“Fall back, don’t—” You say firmly into the mic as he pushes up close behind the winning cars.
“There's an opening, I'm fucking taking it,” Jungwon grunts as he aggressively slams on the gas. Gritting his teeth as he keeps his body tight against the seat.
“Jungwon, don’t! There's not enough space!” you yell into the microphone.
God, maybe you spoke too soon. This idiot is going to get himself killed before he even has a shot at the Daytona 500.
Your words are no use, his car engine roars as he takes the opening. His racecar nearly spiraled and clipped another. You wince as you open your eyes to glance at the board.
Y. Jungwon.
Second place.
You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Your grip on your headset immediately loosens.
He’s almost to the finish line.
Jungwon pushes his car to the limit, holding his place. Adrenaline is racing between both of you.
You grip your headset to the ground yourself, leaning on the desk, watching the white finish line painted below.
He’s tight in second, neck and neck with first. You hold your breath as he rounds the corner and crosses the finish line.
His car flies across. It’s close.
So close.
You don’t even want to look, but you force your eyes to look back up at the screen. Your jaw nearly drops.
Y.Jungwon
First Place.
You can hardly believe it.
You rip the headset off your head and run down the pit tower's stairs. Boots hitting the asphalt hard as you finally reach the track.
Jungwon’s car comes to a halt right in front of the winner's box. The door opens, and he struggles to stumble out hazy and breathless. Adrenaline still pumping through his veins.
Immediately cameras flash and reporters swarm him. Jungwon flinches as he pulls the helmet off his head. His dark hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat.
He winces at the camera's flashing before he can even process what happened.
“Yang Jungwon has just won his first qualifying race with NASCAR! One of the youngest in history! How do you feel!?”
“Yang Jungwon has blown it out of the water tonight. Could he be NASCAR’s biggest new star?”
The overwhelming chatter surrounds Jungwon as cameras and microphones are shoved into his face.
He holds his helmet at his side, swiftly answering the reporters and posing for the photographers like it’s second nature.
You push through the reporters and television crew in an attempt to get to him. Bumping shoulders and weaving through the crowd as fast as you can.
“Excuse me! I need to get through!” You gasp as you weave through the crowd, no one paying any attention to your pleas.
Everyone besides Jungwon.
His eyes light up as he hears your voice in the crowd. You’re almost there when he reaches out and grabs your wrist and pulling you through the barricade of reporters.
“Jungwon! I told you no stunts.” You say firmly. Brows furrowing in an attempt to fake anger.
Jungwon signals for the reporters to turn away. Reluctantly all the camera shutters come to a stop.
Before you know it, it’s just you and him leaning up against the racecar, engine still burning hot.
“It wasn’t a stunt. I had a clear opening, you just need to trust me more.” Jungwon says, almost breathless, like he’s still winded by the intensity of the race.
The rest of the world seems to fade into the background. The cool night air blows around you, and the lights start to dim as more and more people start to exit the stands.
“Not bad for a rookie…” you say softly. Your tone is no longer mocking or antagonizing. Without the press, it’s sweet and truthful.
Jungwon holds his helmet in his other free hand, hesitating as he reaches out. Is this too fast? Too soon?
You step closer, the space between you dissolving by the minute. Jungwon glances into your eyes, his dark eyes scan over the features of your face.
There it goes again, heat rushing to flush his cheeks and ears.
He’s only just arrived in America, he’s just won his first race—
And his new Crew Chief is making his heart flutter.
With a sharp breath, he rips off his driving glove with his teeth, tossing it to the ground without care.
If he’s going to touch you, he wants to feel it.
Skin on skin.
His hand gently closes the distance without a word, cupping the side of your face, his thumb sliding across your cheek, over your soft lips.
Jungwon licks his lips, his mind racing with thoughts, you can see it in his eyes.
He leans in, just a few millimeters enough for you to smell the faint scent of his cologne.
Masculine yet sweet. Just like him.
Even though no words are said, the two of you have confessed enough.
More of the stadium lights go out around the track as the press packs up to leave. The stands are now empty. The other racers retreated to their trailers for the night.
It gives you a false sense of privacy. In that moment it truly does feel he’s the only man in the world.
“You’re one hell of a Crew Chief…” Jungwon whispers. His voice was heavy, cracking with want. A tone you’ve yet to hear, but you love it.
“Well you’re the one risking your life out there, you did good. Better than good.” You say your voice a gentle whisper. Your eyes unintentionally lock on the wide brown of his.
You notice the shape of them in the dark, how big and round and wide they are like you could be swallowed up in them forever.
Your heart flutters as you notice the upturned angle of his eyes, the slope of his nose, and how his dark hair contrasts against his pale skin.
Jungwon chuckles deeply as he notices your gaze admiring his features. His breath is soft like he can’t believe that this is real and not a dream.
You can’t look away from him, the sound of his voice making your stomach flip as he steps even closer. The cool summer air blew more of his messy hair out of his face.
You glance down, cheeks burning as you take in the shape of his lips as he smiles.
Shit. He has dimples.
Your heart nearly stops completely. You can’t hide your smile and neither can he.
You can’t pull away from him and he can’t pull away from you. It feels like there's a magnet holding the space between you together.
And out here on the empty track, and there's no one to shut down what you're feeling.
“I’m sorry if this is crazy…but…”
“Can I kiss you right now?” Jungwon whispers.
Your heart races in your chest. You can hardly even think.
The look on his face isn’t cocky or arrogant. It’s hopeful, soft—even wanting.
Maybe it’s just post-win adrenaline but the way he's looking at you, you can’t bring yourself to care.
“Yeah…you can.” You whisper, voice just loud enough for Jungwon to hear.
He hesitates, stalling, only for a moment.
Then his helmet drops to the floor with a loud thump. Both of his hands gently cup the sides of your face, fingertips brushing against your soft skin.
You’re not entirely sure who leaned in first. But your breath hitches as his lips capture yours. Soft yet hot. Moving like he wants to savor every inch of you.
His lips are hesitant like they’re still learning as he moves against you. One of his hands cupping your face the other sliding down to your lower back. Pulling your warmth closer into the hardness of his muscled body.
Jungwon gasps against your mouth as his back hits the warm metal of his racecar.
He pulls you into him. Gasping for air between kisses as they only grow more heated.
Jungwon swallows your weak breaths as he keeps his mouth hot against yours. You smirk against his lips as you feel his confidence growing. Breath hitching at the way he sucks lightly at your bottom lip before barely pulling away.
“You’re…really pretty.” He says his voice a low whisper. Lips ghosting against the heat of your own. Barely holding back like he needs to lean in for more.
He does, swollen lips finding yours again.
He moves slowly, intimately only to break away for another shared breath.
“I’ve wanted to tell you all day—just didn’t know how…“ Jungwon murmurs as he smiles into another kiss. His heart fluttered at the confession.
He pulls away only to rest his sweaty forehead on your own. Exhaling, blood pumping fast as he takes in the faint scent of citrus from you.
You don’t move, in fact, you push into him more. Your lips brush against the sharp edge of his jaw as you pin him to the side of his car.
He laughs under his breath with disbelief that this is real. That he’s won his first race, that he’s really kissing you and you're kissing him back.
This is the part of the dream where he usually wakes up—
But he doesn’t.
“I thought you were going to be a cocky, arrogant asshole…” you say softly with a breathy laugh.
The truth.
Warmth pools in your stomach as you push into him more, nearly moaning as you feel his hard planes against your softness.
Jungwon laughs as he pulls you closer. His fingertips rub small circles into your back. There's not a single millimeter of space between you now.
Your brain is screaming at you to stop this, to pull away.
You can’t.
Instead, you gently drag your lips across the perfect angle of his jawline. You kiss his soft skin, mind flooding back with the sound of his beneath you as you strapped him in before the race. How he bit his lip, the whimper that escaped unintentionally.
“This is usually the part where I prove you right with a—fuck…a smart-ass comment,” Jungwon says, his voice shaking as you kiss his sensitive skin again.
His grip on the outside of your suit tightens as his body rolls against your own with need.
You take control, mouth open, and hot against his skin and neck. Your hands push his suit over his shoulders letting the top pool at his hips.
Jungwon whimpers, his chest violently rising and falling like he’s two seconds away from hyperventilating.
“How about this time…you listen to my orders—“ you say seductively as your lips find his neck, dragging down to his collarbone.
“Y—yes mm—ma’am” Jungwon stutters as he starts to break out into a sweat beneath you.
Your fingertips push the soft fabric of his undershirt to the side, letting your lips latch onto his sharp collarbone.
You gently suck on the porcelain skin, leaving a faint mark behind and out of sight.
Jungwon whimpers. His body jerks against your own with need.
“You still okay?” You ask softly, your mouth leaving his collarbone to place a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
He can’t even speak. All he does is lock eyes with you and nod. Letting out another soft whimper as his hips shamelessly press into yours.
You kiss him again, putting a flat palm to his hard chest, pushing him harder into the side of his racecar.
Jungwon moans as he feels your thighs pressed up between his, chest on chest. Everything is hot from your fireproof uniforms.
You let a soft moan slip from your lips as you feel how hard he is beneath you again…your hips grind lightly into his, and fuck you can feel just how large he is already. It’s almost painful against the zipper of his suit.
“Do you fuck like you drive? Fast? A little reckless? Like you need me to talk you through it—Just like I did during the race?” You say, voice dripping with seduction.
Jungwon whimpers again. Fuck you could get used to having him like this.
You kiss him again, tasting the saltiness of sweat on his skin.
Jungwon can’t even speak, he just nods, eyes wide like he’s begging, pleading for you to take care of him.
You grind harder against his cock, feeling the outline of it aching behind the tight leather. You both let out a shameless moan. Your hands grip him harder.
Jungwons eyes roll back at the sensation. He bites his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he grips at the side of the car for support.
“Holy shit—“ he says voice cracking, out of breath, like he’s on the verge of tears and you haven’t even undressed him yet.
You bite your lip as your fingertips slip between the sweaty heat of your bodies still covered by leather.
You find the cold metal zipper of his suit, you pull it down just slightly, glancing at him for consent.
Jungwon nods, and right as you pull away to drop to your knees—
“Hey! Track is closed for the night! You two need to get this car out of here…” A voice calls out from the distance
Jungwon groans, his forehead falling against your shoulder to hide just how flushed he is. Like maybe if he doesn't look it'll go away.
“You're holding up track cleaning protocol.” The man says with obvious annoyance as he steps closer, clipboard gripped tight at his side.
“Shit—” You mumble under your breath, still trying to process the thought of what almost just happened between you two.
With a deep sigh, you reluctantly pull away.
“I apologize! Moving the car now—to the garage…” Jungwon stutters awkwardly as he adjusts his suit to cover up how hard he still is, not sure that he could handle any more embarrassment tonight.
“Hurry up kid! We don’t need a lawsuit filed tonight…” The man says his voice dripping with disgust as he turns away. Muttering more unpleasant things under his breath.
You nervously fix your suit, brushing off tension like you weren't about to blow the new rookie on his first night.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow maybe?” Jungwon asks his eyes wide and hopeful.
You pause.
“Well, depends if your car needs any work done before the next race—”
“Tires! Tires need to be rotated, like soon…like tomorrow soon—” Jungwon interrupts, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.
You glance at the car illuminated in the dim safety light of the stadium. Your eyes looking at the front set, then the back…you’ve been here long enough to know…
Racecars don’t even need tire rotations.
You chuckle to yourself as Jungwon sits back in the driver's seat. Looking up at you with those big sharp eyes.
“My shop tomorrow, don't be late…” You say with a soft smile.
Jungwons face lights up, and it makes your heart flutter again. You can’t help but lean down and give him a soft kiss goodbye.
✩ ✩ ✩
The next morning, you hear the rumble of an unfamiliar car pulling up to the open garage door.
You’re elbows deep under the hood of a Chevy Camaro you’ve commissioned to work on for weeks.
You hear the engine cut. Your eyes widening as Jungwon rounds the corner to the garage.
“Didn’t think you’d actually show…since you know—” You tease.
“Racecars don’t get their tires rotated? I know, I know.” Jungwon chuckles as he runs his hand through his dark hair.
He’s dressed casually now, jeans and a tight shirt paired with a leather jacket. You can’t deny he looks good.
“Well, my Stinger just got in yesterday…I was thinking we could maybe work on it together?” Jungwon asks with a weak smile. His voice is desperate but terrified that he’s crossing a line.
Your eyes light up at his words. A Stinger? Fuck—there’s no way he has good taste in cars too.
“A Stinger? Shit Jungwon let’s bring her in—“
Hours go by as the two of you work on the details. Hands covered in grime, smudges of dirt across your face as you lean over the hood.
He helps you rotate the tires, hands you a wrench when you need.
But for the most part he just watches you with a stupid grin on his face as you’re arms deep in one of most prized possessions.
And you look so damn good doing it.
Jungwon's mind wandered to last night, the race, the kiss, all of it.
He bites his lip as he replays the memory again. Your lips on his, the way your hands felt on him as you spoke.
“Hey, so, about last night—“ Jungwon blurts out unexpectedly.
You stop. The noise of metal against metal fades in an instant as you come up from beneath the hood.
“What about it?” You ask casually as you grab a towel from your workbench to wipe your hands clean like it’s second nature.
“I just…was I crazy or was that definitely more than a heat of the winning moment thing—“ Jungwon confesses.
There it goes again, your heart rate picking up. You wipe the sweat from your brow as you subconsciously take another step closer to him. The sound of your footsteps echoes off the walls as you close the distance.
“No, I liked it. It felt better than it should.” You say softly, your voice almost rigid like you're holding back.
“Would you punch me in the face if I asked to do it again?” Jungwon says softly, his eyes glancing at your grease-stained figure like it's the only thing he wants to see.
He steps closer, boots echoing on the concrete as he closes the distance. His fingertips caress your face again, just like he did last night on the empty track.
Your breath catches as he licks his thumb, before gently wiping a streak of black from your cheek.
“Jungwon…” you gasp, voice shaky at just how soft and intimate his touch is.
You don’t even realize you’re glancing at his lips and he’s glancing at yours.
Hungry, craving more of the taste he had last night.
You close your eyes and lean in, this time the kiss is gentle, his lips caressing your own softly like you’re made of glass.
This time there’s air to breathe.
He pulls away, trembling. Praying he didn’t cross another uncrossable line.
“Will you go out with me tonight? Like on a date?” Jungwon winces as he confesses before he has a chance to change his mind.
You look up at Jungwon in shock. Maybe all the loud engines got to you—because you aren’t hearing things right. You open your mouth to respond but words just can’t fall out.
Jungwon just stands there, trembling, softly stroking the skin on your face.
You just nod, completely breathless like you can’t believe this is happening.
“I’d like that…” you whisper enough for the words not to echo off the walls.
“Yeah?” Jungwon asks his voice breathy as his shoulders drop all the tension with your response.
“There’s an old diner off Main Street. It’s a little bit of a drive but…maybe we can get you your first real American meal.” You say with a smile.
Jungwon can’t hold back his excitement and relief. Grinning ear to ear as he pulls you closer. His lips ghosting against your own as he speaks.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.”
✩ ✩ ✩
Once you're back in your apartment you realize it’s been years since you were last asked on a date.
A real date not just a hook-up or a link.
The thought alone makes you giddy.
You decide to keep it simple tonight. Wear a plain black tank that hugs all your curves and pair it with your favorite pair of jeans. You throw on your brother's old racing jacket to pull the whole look together.
You glance in the mirror, adjusting your makeup and hair how you like.
And that’s when you hear a knock at the door.
You run to answer it, knowing exactly who you were expecting.
Jungwon stands in the doorway. His hair is styled out of his face, letting you see his forehead and eyebrows.
He’s wearing nearly the same thing as earlier. A pair of jeans and a tight shirt, tied together with a leather jacket.
He has a small bouquet in his hand as he nervously rubs the back of his neck with the other. His expression lights up the second you open the door and he sees your face.
God you look perfect, those jeans, that jacket. He almost has to pinch himself to see if this is real, if you’re real.
He nervously shakes his head clearing his throat.
“These are for you…you look stunning,” Jungwon says his voice almost shaky with disbelief as he hands you the small bouquet.
“Thank you…” you say softly cheeks heating up from the kind gesture. No one’s ever done anything like this for you. Your heart races as you look over the flowers he picked out in your favorite color.
You step into your kitchen and place them in a small vase of water. Before you know it, you're grabbing your keys and heading out the door.
The drive to the diner is comfortably quiet. The hum of the engine cuts through the air, and the radio plays softly in the background as the two of you talk.
Conversation comes easy, you talk about racing, music, the town. He drives slowly. For the first time, he’s savoring the moment instead of racing towards a finish line.
The neon lights and cracked parking lot pavement signal you’ve made it. Jungwon opens the door for you and offers his hand as the two of you walk into the old diner.
Immediately you’re hit with the smell of grease and coffee. It’s comforting in a way. The bell rings as you step in the door.
One of the waitresses greets you before leading you across the checkered tile to a small booth in the back of the restaurant.
Jungwon sits across from you, fingertips holding the sticky menu in his hand. Glancing over the top to smile at you.
You help him pick something off the menu. The air between you isn’t nerves, there’s no pressure to perform with him.
For once you feel like you can just be you.
The waitress brings the two of you your meals. A plate of burgers and fries and two milkshakes, one strawberry and one chocolate.
Jungwon throws a few more fries into his mouth before breaking the silence. He asks the question that’s been lingering on his tongue since he met you.
“So…how did you get into all of this? Racing and cars I mean.” He asks curiously.
You exhale, taking another sip of your milkshake and slouching against the sticky leather of the booth. Your throat tightens and you glance out the window. The memories already starting to come back.
“It was my brother. He used to race..” you say with a soft whisper, voice heavy from holding back.
“He was older…always took care of me you know? He loved cars since we were kids. Would watch reruns of NASCAR every weekend on our shitty TV.” You say with a warm smile as you start to open up.
You gesture to your racing jacket. Patched with yellow and black and your last name is embroidered on the front pocket.
“This was his. He only got to race a few times before he passed. I know if he was still here he’d be one of the best.” You say softly as tears swell in your eyes.
Jungwon just listens. He reaches out across the table, taking your hand in his. Rubbing small circles across your knuckles in an attempt comfort you.
“The racing and cars? That’s the last piece I have left of him. And I just can’t let it go—even if I have to fight twice as hard for my spot.“ you whisper.
There’s a beat of comfortable silence before Jungwon softly speaks up.
“It’s hard, you know...being the foreigner, people never really take me seriously,” Jungwon confesses.
“They take one look at me and hear my accent and just—I know what it’s like to fight twice as hard for a spot,” Jungwon says, his hand tightening around yours.
“It’s like no matter how good I drive or how fast my lap times are they just see me as the kid from Korea with bad English,” Jungwon confesses, his voice heavy.
“You know Jungwon…you don’t have to prove anything for me, you don’t have to change anything. I like you the way you are—like really like you.” You confess voice barely above a whisper. Like saying it softly would soften the impact.
Jungwon squeezes your hand a little tighter with a soft smile. He lets the tension drop from his shoulders at your words.
“You have no idea what that means to me…”
The two of you continue to drink your shakes and munch on the plate of fries between you. The air is charged, like there’s still so much left to say.
“You know I usually don’t do the whole dating thing…” Jungwon confesses, his ears flushing red.
“You know it’s always been racing, practice, training, that type of thing. He adds softly.
“No I totally get it…most guys don’t want to date a girl who can change a tire faster than them.” You say with a weak self-deprecating chuckle.
“Their loss,” Jungwon says with a soft breathily laugh.
“I like women who know how to lead and take control,” Jungwon confesses, biting his bottom lip at the thought. Trying to hide the massive smirk threatening to form on his face.
“Oh yeah? That’s why you were all whiny last night after the race?” You tease, raising an eyebrow.
“You have no idea what you did to me after the race…I almost came in my suit—“ Jungwon confesses his breath sharp as he locks eyes with you.
And you know his words are nothing but the truth.
Jungwon takes care of the check and walks you back to the car. The drive back to your apartment is quiet and charged. Like there’s so much both of you need to say but can’t.
Jungwon pulls into the garage, swiftly backing into an empty space in a dark corner. There’s hardly anyone else around.
“I—uh, really had a good time with you tonight.” He says softly, his eyes still scanning your features in the dark light. Lingering on how the light cast highlights your best features.
There’s still so much tension simmering beneath you two.
“I don’t want this to be over…” you blurt out before you can even process the words leaving your mouth. But between the kiss last night, and the way he’s looking at you now, you can’t pass this up…
Jungwon swallows hard, throat bobbing at your words. His eyes flicker to yours, then down to your lips again.
“Y—you don’t?” Jungwon chokes out breathlessly. Tense like he wants to reach out but he doesn’t know if he should.
You shake your head. Smiling softly as you lean across the center console. He puts the car in park, letting the engine softly rumble beneath your seat.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Jungwon…” you confess, leaning even closer into his space. Eyes half-lidded with desire.
Jungwon can’t even respond. He just closes the distance, kissing you again.
It’s heated, hot, fast. He breathes hot against your lips swallowing your breath as you kiss him back. Your fingertips roughly tangling in his dark hair.
You break apart, barely to whisper against his lips.
“I think I should fulfill that promise I made you yesterday…” you whisper voice hoarse with need.
“Want some help with that tension, rookie?” You ask, but this time it’s not teasing. It’s just as mutually desperate.
Jungwon just nods, eyes locked on yours just like the night before on the track. He’s begging, pleading for you to take care of him.
“Backseat?” You ask as you lean in, kissing him once more before pulling away with a dangerous look on your face.
“F—fuck…fuck yeah, I’m coming…” Jungwon stutters as he removes his seatbelt with a quick click before the two of you climb into the backseat.
The minute the doors lock your hands are on him. He pushes your racing jacket off your shoulders as you climb onto his lap.
You gasp against his lips, he’s already hard, trying to bite back another moan as your hands slide up and down his heated body.
Your lips drag down his throat, messy and hot as you leave wet kisses across his warm skin. The windows are already fogging from the warmth.
You moan as you grind down on him again. The roughness of your clothes causes friction that drives you both crazy with need.
You gasp, feeling your thighs twitch with the anticipation.
Jungwon's head hits the window as he gasps back. Soft whimpers fall from his lips as he lets you take control. His cock throbs hard in his pants, hands gently resting on your thighs.
You glance at how wrecked he is already, still completely dressed just like back on the empty track. You bite your lip as you grab the bottom of your tank to pull it up and over your head.
Jungwon moans at the sight of you. His eyes are half-lidded as he looks at you straddling him. His fingertips softly trace your sides, feeling the soft warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips.
Your breath hitches as his hand slides across your sides and the underwire of your bra. You flinch at his reverent touch.
“You okay?” He whispers intimately as his fingertips drag across the curves of your breasts, your stance faltering at the softness of his touch.
“Yeah I’m just not used to this—this feeling…” you gasp, the confession slipping past all logic in the moment.
But there’s something about the way he looks at you. The way he looks beneath you and you can’t hide behind a mask anymore.
“It’s okay, I’m not used to it either…” Jungwon coaxes softly, his hands gently find your bare back, and he pulls you down to lie on top of him chest to chest.
There’s a quiet pause, the sound of your harsh breathing feels loud in the quiet backseat of the car. The air is already thick and steamy.
“Do you want this? Want me?” Jungwon asks, his voice cracking with emotion. He looks up at you with those wide round eyes.
You want him, you really do, all parts of him. From the cocky attitude on the race track to the quiet whispered confessions.
You want every single part.
“I want you Jungwon…you don’t even know what you’ve done to me—“ you say a little breathless.
Jungwon gently grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you down, capturing your lips in a soft reverent kiss like he’s trying to pour every unspoken confession into your mouth.
You break away panting, thighs trembling as heat builds in between them.
You gently kiss the side of his face, slowly dragging your lips back down his neck and over the faint mark left from last night.
Jungwons hands still at his side like he doesn’t know exactly what to do.
“You can touch me…please Jungwon touch me.” You mumble into his skin, taking in the faint scent of his sweet cologne.
Jungwon hesitates, freezing underneath you. You can’t help but chuckle deeply.
You’re going to have to talk him through this.
You gently slip your hand between the heat of your bodies, popping the button on your jeans and pulling the zipper down.
Jungwon’s still panting beneath you, hands trembling. Scared he’ll somehow fuck this up.
“Breathe for me…” you coax sweetly as you grab his wrist, gently guiding it to the heat between your thighs.
Jungwon catches the hint, his hand slips inside your jeans, pushing your panties aside. He moans as he feels how wet you already are.
His fingertips are still trembling, a little unsure as he moves his wrist, dragging his fingertips through your folds like he wants to memorize every part of it.
“Fuck, you’re so wet…” Jungwon whispers, cheeks flushing hot as he gently slips his index finger into your heat, gently pumping in and out moaning as he feels you clench around him.
“That’s all for you—“ you gasp, completely breathless as the feeling of his finger inside you sends waves of pleasure through your body.
Jungwon bites his lip when he sees your reaction, he pushes your panties aside even more, gently pushing in another finger. Stretching you out even further.
Your head falls to his shoulder as he fingers you at steady pace. Your hips chase his fingers and he pumps and curls them hitting spots that only make you wetter.
“Fuck—can I taste you?” You ask the words stumbling out shamelessly as your hips buck against his fingers.
“Hell yes—hell fucking yes…” Jungwon stutters his hands retreating from between your thighs as you awkwardly try to shift positions in the tightness of the backseat of the car.
Jungwon brings his fingertips to his lips, reluctantly tasting you. He lets out a deep moan as the sweet taste hits his tongue.
“Holy fuck…you taste so fucking good—“ he murmurs completely breathless as you pull down the zipper of his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers enough to let his cock spring free.
“Holy shit—let me taste you too…” Jungwon mumbles as he grabs your hips, pushing down your jeans and your soaked panties, before tossing them to the car floor.
He awkwardly manuevers himself underneath you, hands gripping at your ass, knees cramped on either side of his face.
You position yourself to be at eye level with his cock. Hard, twitching, and already leaking.
You kiss his swollen tip, gripping the leather edge car seats to keep yourself up.
The top of Jungwon’s head hits the side door as he kisses the inside of your thighs, already slick with arousal.
He lets out a shaky moan as your tongue slides across his sensitive tip teasing him before sucking a few more inches into your mouth.
Jungwon pulls you down, hands gripping your ass as his tongue slides through your folds. He closes his eyes, hips bucking up into your mouth for more.
You close your lips around his cock, hand gripping the base to pump the inches you can’t take inside your mouth. You moan around his hard cock, hips twitching each time Jungwon flicks your clit with his tongue.
Your spit pools at the base of his cock, and you tactfully use it to lubricate your movements. He’s already twitching, hips arching off the leather car seat into your mouth.
Jungwon pulls away to gasp for air…mumbling under his breath.
“Shit…shit I’m gonna come—“ he whines as he lazily drags his mouth across your pussy with no coordination.
You immediately slow down your movements, earning a strangled moan from the back of his throat. His cock twitches with need as you slide your lips off of it. Licking the salty pre cum from your lips with a satisfied groan.
You slide off his chest, flipping back around in the cramped backseat. Jungwons hips buck up into the air as he whines—actually whines.
“Please...oh God I need to come—I fuck…please just ride me til I come..” Jungwon begs beneath you shamelessly.
You bite your lip. Feeling more wetness slip down your inner thighs as you watch him squirm and beg for you to take him.
You line yourself up with his cock, his pants still pushed down to his knees. You reach between your bodies to grab his twitching slick cock, guiding it to your entrance.
Jungwon cries out painfully as you touch him. Sweat runs down his brow as he feels his swollen tip pushing into your aching walls.
He grips the side of the leather seat hard. Crying out your name you finally sink into him.
You let out a breathless sigh as you finally take him. His girth stretches you with a pleasurable sting. You gasp for air as everything inside the car feels too small and hot all at once.
“Fuck you’re so deep Jungwon...” you moan as you finally sink completely down. You rock your hips back and forth, slowly chasing your pleasure as his cock drags deliciously against the front of your walls.
Jungwon can’t even conjure up real words. There are tears in his eyes as he whimpers and groans beneath you almost like he’s in pain. His hands are shaky as they rest on your waist. Your thighs burning as you do all the work.
The slick sounds of skin on skin fills the inside of the car. You bite your lip as you look down at Jungwon, riding him with a steady pace.
His hips buck up into you every time you slam down onto his cock punctuated by a breathless moan.
Jungwon’s cock twitches inside you and you know he’s close. Barely holding on, but he’s holding out. Waiting for you to permit him.
You pleasure yourself on top of him, gently letting your hand cup his soft face as it contorts with pained pleasure. His cheeks flushed, hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat.
You let your fingertips slide across his cheek, across his lips as he murmurs and moans beneath you. Tears fall down his soft cheeks as he painfully tries to hold back his release.
“Please, I can’t—I fucking can’t…let me come...please just let me come…” Jungwon begs beneath you. Sniffling between sharp breaths as his cock twitches painfully inside you.
“You’ve been such a good boy…” you say softly as you push more of his dark hair out of his face. Gently using your thumbs to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
“Fill me up Jungwon…” you whisper.
Jungwon breaks—sobbing your name as he shamelessly spills his load into you. Painting you with his cum as he lets out a strangled cry. His hips jerk as he comes hard.
You help him ride it out. Hips rolling satisfying circles on his dick as you milk every drop he has to give.
Jungwon falls against the door, panting for breath on the verge of hyperventilating. He can’t even speak as his chest rises and falls as he struggles to regain his breath.
“You did so good Jungwon…” you whisper against him as you slide off his cock, cum dripping onto the leather seat as you gently cup his face. Kissing him slowly.
His eyes flutter shut, too weak to really even kiss you back or move his hands.
“You fucking wrecked me…I need a goddam inhaler—“ Jungwon stutters out against your lips.
“You did good rookie..” you mumble against his lips as you intimately kiss him one more time.
He chuckles softly, eyes still shut, mind still dazed.
“Jungwon…” you choke out, heart racing in your chest, fingertips trembling.
“Yes?” He chokes out between sharp breaths.
“Stay—please stay the night with me.” You whisper so softly it can barely be heard over the sharpness of his breathing.
“Of course…I’d love to.” Jungwon says beneath you. A lazy smile spreads across his lips as he looks you up and down.
“Plus, I think I still have a job to do—” Jungwon smirks as he gently holds your hips again. Noticing the aching heat still building between your thighs.
“Fuck yeah, you do…” you mumble against his lips.
And later that night you find out, Jungwon truly is a man of his word.
He stays.
And to you that means everything.
✩ ✩ ✩
The next morning, you wake up completely enveloped in warmth. Jungwon is in bed with you, breath soft against the back of your neck, his arms draped across your naked body.
Jungwon stirs awake as you shuffle through the sheets. The cool fabric brushes against your skin as Jungwon pulls you closer.
“Morning…” Jungwon mumbles into your skin, his lips placing a soft kiss on your shoulder as his legs tangle with yours.
“How’d you sleep?” You ask softly, leaning into his warm, comforting touch.
“The best I have in years, thanks to you…” Jungwon mumbles as he pulls you closer, hands across your chest.
He gently runs his fingertips across the fullness of your breasts, across the curve of your waist. He's not trying to arouse you; he's genuinely worshiping you.
Every curve and inch…
You hum softly as you let his hands slowly roam over you underneath the sheets. Between your legs, over your stomach, and hips. You tilt your head back, letting his lips find yours.
“Breakfast? Or another round of pussy first?” You ask playfully.
Jungwon groans, pulling you closer to him, his lips dragging across your jawline, stopping just underneath your ear.
“Have you learned nothing about me?” Jungwon teases, his hand already slipping lower between your thighs, across your folds.
“Let me taste you again…” Jungwon mumbles into your hair from behind, his fingertips pushing through your folds to find your clit, rubbing small tight circles across it.
“You didn’t have your fill last night?” You ask with a soft groan, feeling that warmth between your thighs again with each circle of your sensitive clit.
“Mhmm, never,” Jungwon groans into your skin. He slowly pulls his body away from the warmth of yours, letting you rest flat on your back.
He doesn’t waste any time; he lazily pushes your thighs apart, licking a slow, wet stripe from hole to clit. You let your head fall back against the pillows as he starts to tease you with soft licks to your folds.
You’re still sensitive from last night, hands tangling loosely in his hair as he makes out with your pussy at a lazy pace.
He's in no rush to make you come—and it's driving you crazy.
His tongue lazily fucks into your hole, and you clench around him, moaning shamelessly as you pull him closer by the hair. Your thighs are already shaking, pulsing with need.
Jungwon closes his eyes, dragging his tongue across you until he finds your clit again. Your back arches off the mattress and he holds your thighs apart. Flicking at your clit before sucking on it.
“Fuck—” You curse as your grip on his hair tightens. Your thighs shake and deep moans escape from your throat signaling that you're close.
Jungwon doubles down on your clit, pressing the tip of his tongue against your fast and firm. It draws you right to the edge.
“Shit—I'm coming” You gasp as Jungwon coaxes you through another orgasm with his tongue. You grip his hair tight, heat pulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of arousal spills onto his lips and chin.
He laps up every drop shamelessly as you lie limp beneath him completely spent.
“Fuck I don’t think I'll ever get tired of eating you out—” Jungwon mumbles as he places another soft kiss on the folds of your pussy before pulling away.
“That's one hell of a way to wake up—” You say, completely spent already, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.
“Fuck breakfast…let me just have some more of your pussy for real—” Jungwon mumbles as he puts his hands on either side of your head, leaning down to kiss you, slow and deep.
“God I'm never letting you go—” You mumble against his lips.
✩ ✩ ✩
Over the next few weeks, long training days turn into sleepless nights of pleasure. Jungwon is picking up skills fast, on the track, in the garage, and inside your bed.
Somewhere, as weeks bleed into months, Jungwon becomes something you never expected. He’s become your strength and weakness all wrapped into one.
He stays. Every night.
And you wake up in his arms every morning.
After all the qualifying races, Jungwon was selected as a stand-by-driver for the Daytona 500. And Toyota has made it clear time and time again.
This rookie? He’s still a gamble.
No matter how many seconds he cuts off his lap time. No matter how fast he drove in the qualifying races.
You’ve been tasked with making sure his car is in pristine condition for the race, should he need to step in. You had been sure that wouldn’t happen.
You’ve watched the Daytona for years. You know it's the biggest, most nerve-racking race of the year. Of course it is, the big prize is on the line.
It's a race even seasoned veterans can only dream about competing in. It is long, tough, and something people train decades for.
But not Jungwon.
He nearly drops his phone out of his hand when he gets the call. One of Toyota's veteran drivers had a collision during practice. He’s got a concussion, and he’s out.
Which means you're now guiding him through the Daytona 500.
You could say there was a little bit of nerves on the day of the race.
Trailers line the track, fans fill the stadium, and national television is on every single corner.
Your hands are clammy as you step onto the track, going over the usual checklist, plenty of extra tires, and a large stash of fuel. Extra pit crew and mechanics on standby for the intensity and length of the race.
Your heart stops as Jungwon appears, cameras flashing from every angle as he makes his way onto the track. He was pale, so pale, trembling as he tried to hide his shaking hands behind his back as cameras flashed relentlessly.
You’re breathless as you watch him approach the side of the car, you can’t help but feel your heart overflow with emotion for this man you've come to love.
You meant what you said back at the diner. You don’t just like every part of him.
You’ve fallen in love with every part.
Your eyes are glassy with tears as you climb over the pit wall to the loading station. Jungwon's crimson red Toyota rumbles, hot and ready to conquer the track. The press soon moves to another racer, just in time for you to reach him.
Your boots drag against the asphalt as you walk towards him, slowly savoring every moment of his big day. You’ve watched him push past his limit in training.
And you know from the bottom of your heart, no matter what happens out there on that racetrack. Nothing can change what's grown between the two of you now.
Jungwon’s heart beats in his chest as you approach him, the roar of the crowd and announcers fades into background noise the second he lays eyes on you. His hands tremble as he reaches out, grabbing your waist like it's second nature.
He breathes you in, that same citrus scent from your shampoo that drives him crazy. He pulls your body into him, letting his face bury in your hand, hands shaking as he holds you.
“Breathe, Jungwon…you’ve got this, we’ve got this…” You whisper into his chest as he holds you close.
Your words do help slow the frantic racing of his heart. He swallows a sharp breath, throat bobbing with nerves as he chokes out a whisper.
“I don’t know if I’m ready, I'm definitely not ready for this…” Jungwon confesses.
“Trust me, you are. No matter what happens out on that track, you're making history, baby—” You say with a weak chuckle of disbelief.
Here’s the man you love, about to race in the most important race of his life. The race you grew up in, the race that bonds you to your late brother.
You can't help but let silent tears fall down your face as you remember the times you spent in your living room watching the Daytona on your shitty boxed screen TV. Your older brother right by your side for every lap of the way.
He would be proud of you, so proud.
So proud of the woman you became, so proud of all the things you've overcome.
Jungwon can't help but let silent tears fall down his cheeks, he knows how much this race means to you. He knows how much this means to your very soul.
He pulls you closer, letting the rest of your tears fall without a single word.
You inhale sharply as you pull away, letting his gloved hands wipe the rest of the tears off your face.
“You come back to me, rookie—promise me you will…” You gasp, your forehead falling against the warmth of his own.
He kisses you, for good luck, before pulling away, panting, completely breathless.
“I promise you I will…”
You watch from your pit tower as Jungwon's red car lines up in the starting position. The crowd roars as the countdown begins.
“You’ve got this Jungwon, just like we practiced” You breathe out into your microphone. Hands trembling as you look down at the racetrack and the rainbow of cars behind that white finish line.
“Copy that—” Jungwon replies, his voice still low and shaky. He shifts in his seat, gripping the wheel tightly as he watches the
Those three seconds are the longest of his life. Once he gets the green light, he's off into the race.
He keeps a steady speed as he pulls into the race, taking lap after lap. The nerves wear off slightly with each mile he takes.
Your voice over the headset grounds him as you talk him through the race. The two of you have become a good team, and here is your moment to prove it.
“That’s it, stay outside,” You say professionally as you watch the track below.
“Copy that,” Jungwon says confidently, sliding his car to the outside of the track as you navigate him through the congestion.
“Watch 53 on your left coming up fast—” You command through the mic.
Jungwon immediately reacts. Checking his mirrors as he weaves in and out of the sea of rainbow-painted cars.
The crowd roars, and he continues to take lap after lap, mile after mile, holding his center spot in the race.
After about 100 laps, things start to heat up. He pumps the gas harder, fighting to keep up with the rest of the racers.
“100 more to go. Keep it steady,” You say, shoulders relaxing as you watch him take 18th place, then 17th, steadying at 16th on the leaderboard.
Jungwon fights, 25 laps, 25 more on the last 50; he gives it his all.
This is the moment he's trained for. He grips the steering wheel tightly, hands sweating underneath his gloves, hair sticking to his forehead underneath his helmet.
The adrenaline kicks in as he picks up speed, taking 15th place.
The crowd cheers as the race gets closer and closer to the end. Jungwon fights, holding off 15th place as his own.
You bite your fingertips as you watch the leaderboard. Watching his speed below.
On the last five laps, Jungwon pushes his car to the limit, the engine roars as he floors the gas, and the finish line in sight right in front of him.
He pushes and pushes, as fast as his car can go. You can hardly breathe as he crosses the finish line.
Not first but not last.
You're already crying as you throw off your headset and run to the track.
Your boots slam against the track as you run straight to him. Pushing through the usual crowd of reporters and journalists.
Tears start to fall as Jungwon removes his helmet to see you running through the crowd straight towards him.
You crash into him, wrapping your arms around him like a lifeline. He hugs you back, sobbing as he lifts you off your feet to spin you around in the chaos.
Just as the winner is announced, he leans in and cups your face, kissing you like there's no tomorrow.
You pull away completely breathless, his slick forehead resting against yours as you struggle for breath.
“I'm so fucking proud of you…” You gasp before crashing your lips into his again. Jungwon chuckles with disbelief as he kisses you back, dipping you without a care in the world.
“I didn’t win…” Jungwon chokes out weakly as he pulls you up, holding your thighs as you settle yourself back on your feet.
“You came back to me…and that's everything,” You say, voice getting caught in your throat as you hold back more tears.
“I always will, every time—” Jungwon mutters, the cheer of the crowd and the crowning of the winner becoming background noise to the charged moment between the two of you.
“I love you…” You say, strained, raw, completely real.
Jungwon wipes another tear from his cheek as he fights off more of your words.
“I love you too.” He whispers back, voice cracking and deep, tears on the verge of spilling over.
He didn’t cross the finish line first, and it doesn’t even matter.
For the first time in his life, he doesn’t have to chase the finish lines.
note: I hope you guys enjoyed this fic! I've been dying to write for Jungwon...the fact that I outlined even more for this fic, but it ended still being 11k with the cuts is insane. Let me know if you are as obsessed with this as I am. It was so much fun to write a little out of my comfort zone!
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One drunken night with your best friend turned into a habit. Messy, filthy, addictive.
No strings. No feelings.
At least that's what you tell yourself.
Jake’s mouth was on yours before you could even talk yourself out of it. Your fingertips thread through his dark hair, back pressed up against the bathroom sink of someone’s shitty frat house.
“Jake, you’re drunk…” you whisper, words slurring as his hands find your thighs, pushing up the fabric of the sheer dress you wore that night.
His hands roughly turn you around to face the bathroom mirror. You catch a glimpse of yourself, cheeks burning, pupils dilated wide.
“So are you—“ Jake replies with a drunk chuckle. His accent vibrates low and deep in your ear. Your brain is turning to mush as his large hands push the fabric of your dress up past your hips.
His pants are already unbuckled as he stands behind you. His white jacket was tossed carelessly to the floor.
“Is it so wrong to fuck my best friend at least once in my life…” Jake confesses, the scent of alcohol lingering on his lips.
You chuckle. Maybe it isn’t so wrong to have sex with your best friend at least once.
That's what you thought when you were both drunk off your asses.
That one night turned into two. Then two turned into more—and as time went on, you found yourself waiting for a different side of Jake to come out when no one else was around.
Jake 10:43 pm
So are we just going to pretend that I
didn’t just have the best sex of my life
with you at that party?
You 10:45 pm
Was it? I mean I wasn’t expecting you
to be so fucking huge.
Maybe I manifested it…
Only for your messages to go back to homework reminders the next morning.
Over the years, Jake’s seen you at your absolute worst, throwing up in bushes after one too many shots of tequila, crying in the bathroom because of a shitty breakup.
He’s also seen you naked more times than you can count.
But that’s what friends are for, right?
So, of course, he offers to stay and help clean up after hosting a birthday party at your apartment.
The sound of glass in the sink and running faucet water fills the silence between you. He helps you load the dishwasher and take out the trash.
The contrast of the quiet compared to the noise of the party before gives you a minute to breathe.
After a few moments of tidying up, the apartment is left in pristine condition—thanks to Jake.
“Thank you for helping clean up. I appreciate it,” you say with a soft voice, wiping your hands dry with a white dishrag before tossing it aside. You glance around at your space, no longer covered with red solo cups and paper plates.
The apartment was now dimly lit by a small lamp, the air quiet yet charged.
Jake looks you up and down, tearing his eyes away from your body in that same sheer sequined dress, knowing this isn’t the time to complicate things.
“That’s what friends are for,” Jake says playfully, walking by and ruffling your hair in the process. He walks through the kitchen to the living room, plopping down on the couch with a soft sigh.
“Comfortable?” You ask playfully as you join him. The TV plays soft music in the background helping to ease the sharp tension.
Since you and Jake started hooking up, you both agreed there had to be some ground rules.
Rule one. No making out.
Rule two. No staying the night.
Rule three. No catching feelings.
All those rules have been kept intact throughout all these weeks. A little foreplay, fiery sex, then before Jake can crash for the night, he’s out the door.
The two of you told yourselves the rules were just in place to keep things casual. But you know that’s not the full truth.
The rules were made to eliminate something else.
Risk.
The risk that this could turn into something more, the risk that this could change the way you see each other.
The risk that this could throw away all these years of friendship like it was nothing.
You haven't even kissed him since that first night you hooked up.
And the thought of doing it again makes your palms sweat and your heart race.
“Yeah, comfortable…” Jake says, waving you over with a soft smile. Gently patting the cushion next to him, inviting you closer.
Your heart races, your mind reminding you of how things usually go after this.
You hesitate before sliding next to him until your bare thighs are pressed against the denim of his.
You’ve done this enough times to know exactly where this is going.
“So how much did you drink during the party…” You ask as he leans in. Your eyes locking with the wide brown of his. Jake's breath falls warm against your cheek as his hands hesitantly reach out. Still unsure if you really want this.
“Not a single drop. I’m completely sober,” Jake confesses.
There it is. That familiar sharp tension that’s just begging, aching to be broken. Like a tight rubber band just begging to be snapped.
You open your mouth to say something, anything. Anything to distract you from the fact that Jake wasn’t looking at your tits or your thighs.
He was looking at your lips.
“Jake, I—“ you choke out, voice shaking before it’s immediately cut off by the feeling of his lips on yours.
Your breath catches, and your eyes widen at the impact. This can’t be happening.
This is breaking a rule.
Jake’s hands find your hips, softly pulling you into his lap as he brushes his lips against yours. Soft, hesitant, like he knows this is wrong just as much as you do.
But you don’t fight it.
You lean in, hips barely moving against his own as your fingertips tangle in his dark hair. Mouth moving against yours with a soft, calculated rhythm.
“We shouldn’t—“ Jake gasps, his mouth hot as it pulls away from yours. A moan slips past his lips as you subconsciously grind your hips against his.
Your hands find his broad shoulders, gripping them tightly for support. You gasp, heart racing in your chest from the arousal and the intensity of the moment.
“Stop, stop stop…” Plays over and over in your mind like a broken record.
“We shouldn’t. Jake, the rules—“ you gasp into him, choking back a strained moan as his hands softly find the hem of your sheer sequined dress, pushing it up your thighs just an inch.
“Fuck those stupid rules…” Jake whispers, his lips easily finding yours again, perfectly slotting with your own.
“Your lips taste like heaven,” Jake whispers between heated kisses, his hands warm against the bare skin of your thighs.
You let out a sigh of relief as he kisses you again, hungry, hot, like he's been waiting way too long to do this.
Your hands grab at the collar of his shirt in an attempt to anchor yourself in one way or another.
Jake's hands slide up your body to your waist, rough hands skimming over the glittering fabric as it bunches dangerously high on your thighs. His large hands pull you into his muscled body even more.
On instinct, Jake pushes past your parted lips with his tongue, moaning as he explores the warmth of your mouth. His hands only grip you tighter as his tongue drags against your own.
“Jake—” You whisper against his lips before He closes the distance instantly. Jake's mouth finds yours again, hot and hungry, without a care, hunger overtaking his thoughts.
“Jake—” You gasp again, slightly firmer, your palms finding his chest to stop him before he can kiss you again. Not because you don't want him to.
But because of the risk of what you know will happen if you do.
Jake’s brows furrow at your breathless plea, there's a pause, like you're both trying to figure each other out.
He exhales, letting his head drop to the crook of your shoulder. His heart beats hard in his chest as he aches to hold himself back.
You feel warmth pulsing between your thighs. This is wrong. This is Jake. Your Jake.
The Jake that threatened to beat up your shitty exes, the Jake that never let you walk behind him on the sidewalk. The Jake who always texted to make sure you got home safe.
“Tell me to stop, tell me to fucking stop and I swear I’ll leave out that door right now,” Jake says his voice raspy like he’s reached a breaking point of no return.
His breath comes in sharp pants as he rests his head against your shoulder, holding you close like that would convey all the things he can't quite put into words.
He’s not sure when things changed from physically needing you, no—he doesn't physically need you.
And that's the harsh truth.
It terrifies him more than you know.
Jake trembles against you, his breathing rigid because just like you, he knows this changes everything.
Those rules were like a shitty dam built between the two of you in a weak attempt to stop this moment from happening.
“Please,” You whisper, the sound barely audible over the sound of the TV in the background. It's the only thing grounding you in the moment and reminding you that this is real.
And when you don’t say no? The shitty dam breaks.
Jake kisses you again, barely holding back a deep groan in his throat. His chest vibrates against yours as he lets his hands slide to the back of your thighs, closing any distance left between your bodies.
“I—you…fuck” Jake gasps between kisses like the feeling of his mouth can communicate better than any words.
Jake pulls you closer. His thick bulge ached behind the zipper of his jeans. You gasp he lets his soft lips drag across your jawline. His hips grinding up into yours. The friction of your soaked panties against the denim of his jeans pulls another moan from you.
With no hesitation, his hands slide the hem of your dress pushing it up so it pools at your waist.
“Holy fuck…” Jake whispers as he pulls away from your skin to look between your bodies. His fingertips brush against your wet panties, thinner than the stupid rules you tried to put in place to keep this from happening.
“You’re like…soaked,” Jake says, his voice deep with want as he pulls the damp fabric to the side. His fingers run through your folds, your cheeks burning with heat. Too far gone to care.
“Kissing the way you do has that effect on me…” You confess, voice barely loud enough for Jake himself to hear.
Jake curses again, drawn out and deep as he plunges a finger into your aching hole. You grip the back of the couch tightly in an attempt to keep yourself from slamming back down onto his hand.
You pant as he shoves another finger in deep with ease, your slick dripping down his hand to his wrist as he finger fucks you. How mouth agape, parted with awe.
Your fingertips dig harder into the edge of the leather couch as he finds your clit, circling it with a maddening pace as you moan straight into his ear.
“Fuck Jake…” you whimper as you ride his fingers, shame completely thrown out the window as the wet sounds echo off the walls.
Your thighs are scorching as you grind into him more, knees digging into the couch cushions on either side of him.
“These are in my fucking way…” Jake whispers. His voice is husky as he helps pull your drenched panties down before pulling you back onto his lap.
Jake moans as his hand rubs your pussy through the folds, slick, wet, hot. His hips shuddered, his bulge twitching, aching to be freed from his jeans.
You reach down between the mess of your bodies to pull the zipper. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you push down the fabric of his jeans and boxers, just enough to free his aching cock.
Jake let’s put a moan of satisfaction, throwing his head against the couch as you stroke him. His hips fighting not to buck up into your hand.
Jake is huge, his tip swollen and leaking from leaving a damp spot on his jeans.
“Jake you're huge…” You gasp, your hand looks tiny as it wraps around his cock.
“You can take it. I know you can.” Jake says, his eyes full of desire as he looks down at you. The scent of sex already filling the air, his fingertips still sticky from playing with your pussy.
You grind down onto him, bare skin on skin as Jake helps to keep your dress out of the way. Pussy lips dragging against the outside of his cock. The slick friction is erotic, the sounds of deep moans falling from both of you.
You line yourself up with him. His large tip notching in your glistening hole. The stretch is already making your brows furrow.
Jake guides you like second nature. Gently holding your ass to support you on his lap.
“Taking me so well already. Fuck you’re gorgeous like this.” Jake praises as he helps guide you down onto his cock.
The stretch burns—but it’s quickly replaced by pleasure as he slides into you, hitting every spot that makes your toes curl.
Your forehead rests against his as you fully sink onto him with a deep groan of satisfaction. Jake groans, his moans growing deeper and more erotic.
“So much Jake—so full…” You wince as you start to slide up and down his thick length. The wetness is smoothing your ride.
Your hands slide from the back of the couch to his shirt. You grip it tight trying to find a good rhythm.
“That’s it...that’s what I like to see. Good fucking girl.” Jake praises, with a soft smack to your ass before sliding to your hips to help guide you up and down. The slick sound of him entering you and the slap of skin on skin fills the room.
You smirk at his praise. Riding him faster, harder, the feeling sends pleasure waves throughout your entire body. He’s so deep, it’s making your vision blur.
The swollen tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every slam down onto his lap. The sound of heavy panting fills the space between you.
Your thighs burn from the effort, pussy clenching around him as he thrusts his hips up off the couch to meet you in time with your thrusts.
“Fuck…fuck…so fucking deep baby..not gonna be able to pull out—shit,” Jake mumbles as his lips messily find your own. Breath shaking between each messy, uncoordinated kiss.
Jake watches you ride him through his dark bangs. He’s completely lost in the sight of your tits bouncing in that dress, the way you pull on him with every move.
“Look how you fit…fuck you’re made for me. No one else can take all this fucking cock baby.” Jake caresses. His hands are still guiding your hips. His cock twitching inside your warm walls.
“Shit…Jake…I’m—gonna fuck—“ you gasp, moans tearing through your throat between words.
“Gonna cum baby? Want you to cum all over my cock? Squeeze me good, I fucking need it..” Jake grunts, his fingertips digging into you hard. His breath is shaky as he twitches inside your heat.
His hand slides between the mess of fluids between your bodies, sweat and arousal. His fingertips brush across your sensitive clit. Rubbing small circles, helping to push you over the edge.
“Jake I'm gonna fucking cum..gonna cum in your lap Jake...” you whimper desperately, your thighs burning, stomach scorching even more as he pushes you over the edge. You moan into his shoulder as the feeling of release fills your body. Wave after wave of arousal coats his lap and soaks his jeans.
“Oh my god…Holy fucking shit…Holy—“ Jake mumbles as he watches you fall apart. He’s never seen you come this hard, never felt you come this hard.
Jake rocks into you, everything slippery, and hot as he picks up the pace. You clench him tighter as you ride out the rest of your release.
“Cum inside me Jake…please Jake,” you beg through glassy eyes. The last thing you want is for him to pull out, to lose the pleasure and warmth.
“God…” Jake whispers under his breath as he spills into you. Hips rocking underneath you as he paints your insides with his hot release.
Soft moans fall from his lips as the pleasure tears through him, filling you up in the best way possible.
You lie limp on top of him, his body going boneless under you as you cling to each other completely breathless and out of words.
The only sound that fills the room is your breathing mixed with his. The TV paused from inactivity. The soft sound of the dishwasher in the kitchen starts to bring you back to reality.
Neither of you speaks. There’s too much to say, a filthy mess between you.
“I think we only have one more rule to break” Jake whispers, his voice like a knife cutting through the silence.
You glance at him trying to read his expression. His cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy. His dark hair sticks to his forehead from the sweat, his shirt clinging to his body.
kate's note: Thank you guys for reading! I wanted to try something different this week and write something a little filthy and short since my fics usually run on pretty long! I'm so weak for campus Jake I could literally write about it forever. Also Bed Chem is and will always be a Jake song for me.
You’ve done dozens of fittings before Park Sunghoon—he’s designed for countless models.
But what happens when he asks you to try on something that wasn't made for magazines?
pairing: designer!sunghoon x model!reader
genre: fashion au, romance, mutual pining, smut
This content is only for readers 18+
word count: 9.3k
content warning: strong language, oral sex (f. receiving, face riding), riding, light restraint, dom/sub undertones, praise kink, undressing/dressing kink, semi-public kiss, power imbalance, marking/hickeys, crying during sex, unprotected sex (wrap it ppl), aftercare, self-esteem/body image issues, angst
soundtrack: diamonds are forever- sabrina carpenter / sos (sex on sight) - victoria monet & usher / positions - ariana grande
You can’t help but notice how perfect Park Sunghoon's hands are as they trace across your waist. Still, calculated, not a sliver of doubt in his movements.
You stood nearly naked in front of him, but he didn’t seem fazed. He’s faced this countless times with countless models, so what makes this time any different?
The cold measuring tape traces your skin as he wraps it around your waist. He drops down on one knee, holding his pen between his lips.
“Exhale for me.” His voice cuts through the near silence.
You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until his words rang through your ears. On command, you let out a shaky breath. Sunghoon pulls the measuring tape tight around your waist before jotting down the number.
He doesn’t even look at you as he sinks to his knees. Dirt brushing across his dark slacks as his hands pull the measuring tape between your thighs.
You shift nervously, arms burning as you hold them out at your sides. He pulls the measuring tape tight, jotting down the measurements onto his notepad without a word.
You don’t look at the number, you can’t. It’ll only hurt you more.
“Thank you. I’ll have your designs tailored promptly.” Sunghoon says professionally. He stands up without giving you a second glance.
You freeze, feeling overwhelmed and confused in the same. Why is he being so cold? Is he like this with every model?
You even realize you're staring into nothingness. Not until Sunghoon clears his throat, snapping you out of your spiral.
“You can get dressed-“ he says again, cold, harsh.
“Oh yes! Sorry—“ you stammer out as you nearly trip off the fitting stand. Your bare feet brush across the cold floor as you cross the room, swiftly grabbing you’re robe to cover your exposed skin.
Sunghoon watches his expression stoic, unchanging as he notices your shaking hands, tying the robe tight in front of you.
“My assistant Sunoo will be with you shortly to go over the run for Saturday's show. We’ll—see where you fit in.” Sunghoon says as he grips his notebook and pen tightly before leaving out the door.
It shuts quietly, the sound cutting through the hum of silence as you’re left alone in the fitting room.
You exhale, finally.
Park Sunghoon was Prada’s youngest designer. His designs caught the attention of the higher ups early, and since then he’s been designing piece after piece, show after show.
It’s like he never runs out of designs; you can’t figure out how he juggles it all.
The catch, though? He keeps to himself.
While the other staff were friendly but professional, Sunghoon was cold, calculated, sharp, and harsh.
You can’t tell what he’s feeling, can’t sense what he’s thinking. He’s like a blank white canvas with no paint.
He didn’t even look at you.
You let out a frustrated groan as you hear the door creak open, but this time, a different energy flows through the cracks.
“I’m Sunghoon’s assistant Sunoo, it’s so nice to meet you!” He says, grinning from ear to ear, notebook in hand.
It feels like whiplash, the stark coldness of Sunghoon being replaced with the warmth of his assistant.
You force a smile back, mind still lingering on Sunghoon’s calculated touch.
You kindly give Sunoo your name as he extends his hand to yours. You take it, and in return, he shakes your hand with enthusiasm.
“I am so excited to have you as a part of the team! You are going to kill it on Saturday, just look at you!” Sunoo says, giving you a soft look up and down. Nose scrunching with excitement.
You stutter at the generous comment, immediately pushing the words to the back of your mind. It can't be genuine. He's just saying what he's told to say.
“Well, but—“
“Those legs? Gorgeous. Let’s figure out where you’ll be in the lineup.” He interrupts with a smile and a compliment?
You shift nervously, aching to steady your footing as he licks his fingertip, flipping the pages of his notebook.
“How tall are you again?” He asks curiously, his eyes locked on the pages in front of him.
“Uh..I’m…” you stutter, still trying to recover from the emotional whiplash.
“Ahh, it’s written right here! You’ll probably be in the middle, not first but not last. So no pressure this time around.” Sunoo says with a smile.
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” You say as your arms cross over your chest. Your foot is tapping anxiously against the ground.
“Looks like you’ll be in design 23—SO excited, let me grab it for you. I’ll get you situated before the boss comes back.” Sunoo says, clapping his hands together with excitement. He slips out of the room, leaving you again in silence.
It doesn’t last long, soon Sunoo is rolling in a cart of designs, you’re eyes light up as you see the colors of the dresses hanging on the rack.
Did Sunghoon design all these beautiful pieces?
Guess he does live up to his reputation.
Sunoo flips through the designs as the sound of metal hangers clicking together echoes. You watch as the white light of the fitting room shines on the textures of the fabrics.
You can’t lie to yourself, Sunghoon is talented.
“Number 22—Ah, number 23...” Sunoo mutters under his breath as he takes the garment off the rack and holds it in both hands.
It’s a stunning piece, lots of sheer white fabric draped almost like a Greek sculpture. It’s got a gentle sheen, catching the light in a flattering way.
Sunoo hands you the piece, and you take it gently, feeling the brush of the smooth, silky fabric beneath your fingertips.
You step behind the curtain. Slipping off your robe and sliding into the piece. It’s not the best fit. Some places are too tight, others too loose. But that’s what the measurements are for.
You step out into the open. The white dress, sheer, complimenting the undertone of your skin. It’s a high cut on the hip, showing off your legs.
“Oh my God…Sunghoon has outdone himself—it’s stunning. You’re stunning.” Sunoo says as you stand back on the platform in front of him.
You smile nervously at the praise. Your feet are shifting under your weight as the cool air sends shivers across your exposed skin.
The neckline cuts low, showing off your collarbone and other assets. Your shoulders stand out against the sleeveless nature of the design.
The dress looks like it’s made of stained glass, the sheen catching the light. The fabric flows like water pooling gracefully at your feet.
Sunoo’s right.
It’s stunning.
So why do you feel the need for a rebuttal?
Your spiraling thoughts are interrupted by the click of the door. Your shoulders hunch nervously, your heart rate picking up as you notice who it is.
Sunghoon adjusts his glasses as he steps back into the sterile room. His steps are swift, quick.
Sunoo steps out of the way as he forcefully marches through the room. Not even giving his assistant a second glance.
Your hands shake at your sides as he looks at you again. His gaze makes you want to claw at your own burning skin.
“Turn around.” He asks coldly.
You shiver again. Exhaling as you hesitate before making a shaky 180 on the platform.
You were used to being exposed like this, but now you can’t help but tremble. The fabric cascades down your spine, exposing more than enough skin from the nature of the cut.
You flinch as he takes a step closer. His fingertips untying the back of the dress you messily attempted to tie onto yourself..
You suck in a sharp breath. Holding your hands over your stomach as Sunghoon’s fingertips untie the dress, only to neatly lace it back up into place.
He pulls the dress tight. His hands lingered a moment longer than they should.
He pulls away to look you up and down, his eyes running across the dress as it flows down your body.
“The pleats aren’t lying straight on your hips..” he mumbles under his breath. You aren’t entirely sure if you were meant to catch it.
“Sorry..” you mumble, dropping your head to avoid his gaze, not wanting to see him or yourself anymore in the mirror.
“Don’t apologize, it’s not you. It’s an easy fix. Sunoo?” Sunghoon gestures. Sunoo knows exactly what he needs, bringing him a roll of white thread and a delicate needle.
He bends back down, situating himself on one knee, pinning the fabric into place as he delicately stitches it onto your form.
You can’t help but feel nervous, a shiver races up your spine as you feel his fingertips on your body again.
“You’re shaking…” Sunghoon whispers as his fingertips trace across your hip. His eyes stay narrowed on the fabric as he pins and stitches it to lie perfectly across your body.
“Sorry I—“
“Stop apologizing..” Sunghoon says as he pulls the seam tight. You shut your mouth and eyes wide at his remark. Any comeback getting caught in the tightness of your throat.
“It’s a simple fix, you haven’t done anything wrong—trust me,” Sunghoon whispers weakly. You shudder, the words hitting the warmth of your heart.
Sunghoon pulls the thread tight, ripping it with his mouth before pinning the needle to his shirt.
He takes a few steps back, just looking at the dress.
Looking at you.
He lets out a shaky breath as his expression changes, enough for you to notice but not enough to read.
“I want you—in this, on Saturday…” Sunghoon says softly. His voice no longer commanding.
“You’re exactly the type of woman I had in mind for this design…” Sunghoon confirms. You can’t tell if he’s glancing at you. Or at the fabric cascading down your form.
His eyes meet yours again. That's when you realize—
He's not staring at the dress.
He opens his mouth to continue, to say something—anything. But the words slide back down the back of his throat.
He awkwardly clears his throat again, suddenly cracking the tightness in his knuckles before tearing his eyes away from your body.
“Let Sunoo know if you need any help undressing. I’ll have the dress tailored for you before this weekend.” Sunghoon concludes.
And with that, he’s out the door.
Your chest feels tight and you feel like you can’t breathe. But the feeling of Sunoo’s fingertips gently unlacing the back of your dress brings you back into reality.
You exhale sharply as the fabric loosens around your waist, your skin hot, mind still running calculations on Sunghoon’s unreadable tone.
“He’s right, you know. This dress was made for you.” Sunoo says softly as his fingertips loosen the ties at your back, as you hold up the front of your dress.
“Thanks...” you say as his fingertips leave your skin. The dress is now only being held up by the weight of your hands.
You step behind the curtain, carefully stepping out of the dress as you let it sink to the floor. You pull your robe back over your body, mind still lingering on the warmth of Sunghoon’s touch.
Your arms carefully tuck under the sparkling garment as you bring the garment back towards the rack.
Sunoo gives you a weak smile, his soft eyes turning up at the sides. You shiver, and he sees through the mask. Like he sees right through you.
He takes the dress, hanging it back up with the rest of the designs without another word.
“First fittings are always the hardest. Truly, don’t let it get to you. You’re amazing, I can tell.” Sunoo says with another gentle smile.
Your heart feels like it’s being tugged in so many directions. You open your mouth to speak, but all you can do is reply with a soft nod.
And with that, Sunoo rolls the designs out the door, letting it slam shut, leaving you once again alone in the silence.
It hits you hard. Maybe because Sunghoon didn’t glance back as he left the door. Maybe you wanted him to.
You can't shake the memory of his fingertips, gentle and steady as he sewed you into that dress.
You don’t know whether to be intimidated or excited for your first walk.
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The Saturday show sneaks up on you quickly. Backstage is bustling with activity. Makeup artists, models, hairstylists. The loud backstage chatter only amplifies your racing thoughts.
You push through the crowd. Gently clasping onto the edge of your robe for support. Until you find exactly who you’re looking for.
Sunoo lets out a gasp of surprise when he sees you with your hair and makeup perfectly styled. His clipboard rests on his hip as he looks you up and down, jaw dropped, completely stunned.
“Oh my God—Sunghoon is going to flip when—“
“I’m going to what?” You hear a deep voice slice through the noise. It makes you jump a few inches back.
Sunghoon steps from behind one of the backstage curtains. Dressed in a sleek black suit—complimenting his dark hair and pale skin as he looks down at you. His expression unchanging.
You watch as he steps through the heavy curtain, heart fluttering as you notice just how good he looks in this moment.
His deep brows furrow, his eyes taking you up and down like so many times before.
“You’re cut.” He says bluntly.
You nearly gasp. Your heart sinks deep into your stomach at his words.
“I’m—I’m cut?” You whisper. Voice trembling underneath all the backstage noise. Sunghoon lets out a sharp huff. His strong arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you. Again.
You can’t believe this is happening, never in all these years of modeling have you been cut, especially on the day of the show.
Sunghoon’s gaze stays stoic as he watches you compute, the words making so many emotions race through you at once.
“You’re not walking—You’re not ready,” Sunghoon says harshly. His words carve through your heart like a knife.
Your legs tremble, but you fight it, holding back the tears as your chest only gets tighter and tighter.
He’s serious, he's seriously cutting you.
You came here to prove yourself. To make it known that you were something worth seeing.
Yet you haven't even gotten into the dress yet, and you’re scared. Scared to be anything bigger than small. Scared to break out of a mold you spent years training to fit into.
You’re not ready.
That fucking hurts more than it should.
Because you know deep down. He’s right.
You glance up into his dark eyes, silently pleading for him to change his mind.
He hesitates, brows furrowing, maybe in apology?
Sunghoon doesn’t give you another moment to think. He turns on his heel. Not giving you another glance as he disappears into the sea of chaos.
All of a sudden, your skin feels hot, your robe is too tight, the backstage lights too bright. Your mind chest feels like it's on fire, the loud backstage chatter only making things worse.
You have to get out of here.
You immediately push through the chaos in the opposite direction.
“Wait!” Sunoo calls out, but you don’t look back. The only thing on your mind is getting away from the chaos, getting as far away as possible from him.
Sunoo follows behind you, desperately trying to get your attention until he finds you in a dark hallway in the backrooms of the stage.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—“ Sunoo comforts. He tucks his clipboard under his arm as he steps closer. His expression was concerned as you fight back the tears aching to spill.
“It’s ok..really…” You choke out. A sob gets caught in your throat. You can’t hold back, the tears silently falling. Tearing a path through your professionally done makeup.
“It’s not ok. He’s harsh, he truly means well—I think? God, he shouldn’t have done that to you. Not now.” Sunoo says with a gentle tone. His soft hands gently wipe the tears from your face as he tries not to smear any more makeup.
“He’s just—“ Sunoo mumbles, words getting caught in his throat as he searches for the words.
You glance up at him, face tearstained as black makeup runs down your cheeks. There has to be a reason; he can’t just be doing this out of pure disservice.
Sunoo’s heart breaks as he looks down at you, his fingertips starting to tremble as he smears more tear-stained makeup across your face.
“Never mind.” He whispers, replacing his concern with the usual soft smile in an attempt to make things better.
You cry, and he gently holds your hands as you sit on the dirty floor of one of the dark backstage halls. Tears falling into your lap. Chest aching with each sob.
Tonight was supposed to be your big debut here; you were supposed to wear the show-stopping design “made for a woman like you.”
You thought maybe this time—
You don’t know whether to curse or scream, or cry.
Before you can do either, Sunoo’s gentle hands soothe your back. His voice was soft in the chaos and ruin.
“Do you want me to call you a car?” He offers.
“Please…please thank you, Sunoo..” you reply as you wipe your sniffly nose with the back of your hand. Sunoo stands up, resting his clipboard on his hip as he extends his free hand to you.
You smile through the tears at the kind gesture, gently taking his hand in yours as he helps you stand up from the dirty tile.
The drive home is devastating. You glance out the window, seeing countless photographers and reporters doing interviews on the red carpet. The ache is inexplicably painful.
That was supposed to be you out there.
The flashing lights soon disappear into a blur in the distance.
With your luck, of course, it starts to rain. The city was soon enveloped in a cloud of murky gray. The water hits the car, the pavement, and the roads immediately get congested.
You feel the tears starting to fall again, the driver rolling his eyes like you're not the only sobbing girl he's had to drive around tonight.
You try to be patient, try to wait. 10 minutes go by, then 20.
You’re itching to get out of the car, the rain already making the city feel more crowded than any other weekend night.
“You can just let me out here, I’ll walk the rest.” You inform the driver.
He nods, unlocking the back door for you to step out of the car without another word.
You step into the rain. Bare feet hitting the wet sidewalk as you hold your heels in your hand. The rain soaks your hair, ruining the perfect styling. You start to walk down the bustling city streets.
Soaked, makeup running, no shoes.
And you can’t even bring yourself to care.
“You’re not walking—“
“You’re not ready—“
You squint. Tears mingling with the falling raindrops as you round the corner to your apartment building.
You step into the lobby completely soaked. The receptionist yells something about you being soaked.
Maybe someone called out, maybe not. You couldn’t hear a single thing besides Sunghoon's words in your head.
And that night, you cried yourself to sleep.
Because you want to hate him.
But you know in your heart he’s right.
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The weekend passes by in a blur. Missed calls, missed meals. You’re devastated and can’t bring yourself to do more.
You sit lazily on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through the channels. One brain-dead show after another.
It helps numb the pain, helps keep the thought of failure after failure out of your mind.
At least one 45-minute episode at a time.
You feel your phone buzz under the blankets. Out of habit, you pick it up to check.
Sunoo(7:49pm)
The boss wanted me to send you this.
He wants to see you.
291 Mildrige Ln,
10007, Manhattan, NY
APT 108
Come after hours.
-p.sh
Sunoo(7:50pm)
You don’t have to go, but I think you might want to.
Not sure if he’s trying to fix this.
But he might be.
You stare at the screen. Shooting back a thank you text out of courtesy.
After hours? Seriously? He’s got to be joking.
You let out a deep sigh before unpausing your show. Trying to get your mind off of Sunghoon. Despite his brutal words, you linger on the gentleness in his touch.
But your heart is tugging at you. The way his fingertips brushed against your waist. The way he said that dress was made for you.
So why would he cut you? Why sew you into a dress like you were the only woman in the world he could touch?
Your curiosity gets the best of you. You throw on a coat over your dress. Grab your keys before making your way out the door.
You’re already having second thoughts as you take the elevator up. Your hands clammy at your sides.
You hold your arms over your chest as you strut down the hall. Looking at the apartment numbers nailed to the outside of the doors.
You stop right in front of the door that says 108. You raise your hand to knock, but you pause. Mind racing with thoughts. Your brain is telling you to turn around and head back.
Before you can make that choice yourself, the door pulls open. Sunghoon's eyes widen in surprise as he sees you standing in front of him.
A plain, casual minidress, paired with a long leather coat.
He glances you up and down, eyes lingering on your exposed skin, the sheer elegance you exude even at his hour.
“You—you came?” He asks softly, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he studies you. Like he’s making sure you’re the right girl.
“Make this quick before I change my mind.” You snap back. He doesn’t deserve sympathy. Not after the stunt he pulled at the last show.
“Of course—Come in. This is my studio, I wanted to show you…” He says softly, stepping aside to let you inside the dimly lit room.
You let your coat fall off your shoulders as you slip past him. Immediately, you’re hit with the faint scent of cinnamon and sage.
The large window immediately grabs your attention. The bustling city beneath you earns its name. Still dark—yet vibrant with life even at this hour.
You look around the studio as Sunghoon shuts the door behind you. Your eyes scan the large table by the window, the walls taped with countless designs of clothing and bags. Some are just sketches, others are fully fleshed out designs.
There are pastels and sketching pencils underneath the desk, Paints and other mediums scattered across the surface. And on the table, even more designs.
There's a small couch, the living area minimally decorated with a variety of greenery. Music softly playing on the television was nestled in the corner of the room.
The last thing to catch your eye is a clothing rack packed full of dresses and designs. Your brows furrow with confusion. What designer keeps couture designs in their own apartment space?
“Sorry, this place is kind of a mess—” Sunghoon chuckles as he nervously bends down to pick up a rogue paintbrush and pencil off the floor.
“Why did you call me here?” You ask as you watch him messily try to stack up scattered designs and art supplies.
Your eyes linger on his arms as he rolls his white sleeves up to his elbows. Watching as he rakes his fingertips through his messy, unstyled hair.
“Because I need you to see what I see—” Sunghoon replies softly. He turns over his shoulder to see you stalking behind him, angry, exhausted.
You want to roll your eyes, how can he change his mind so fast, especially after the stunt he pulled cutting you last minute at the show?
He lets out a shaky breath like this is just as hard for him as it is for you. He drags his feet against the hard floor, stopping just a few inches in front of you.
He hesitates before gently offering his hand for you to take. Your gaze shifts from the palm of his hand to his eyes, no longer cold and harsh. There's a softness you didn’t notice before, maybe you were too caught up to notice it all along.
You let out a shaky breath, untying your arms from across your chest to offer him your hand.
He takes it, gently pulling you in closer. Your body brushes against his as he looks down at you.
“I know how I sounded on Saturday. I shouldn’t—I shouldn’t have done that to you.” Sunghoon whispers, his voice cracking in the silence as he gently brushes your hair out of your face, his fingertips lingering on the side of your face.
“I’m sorry. I can only imagine how badly that hurt you—all to prove a point.” He chokes out, his voice unstable as his chest tightens under his words.
You feel your eyes water at his apology, the shame and hurt flooding back through your system as he brings up the cut.
“It’s okay, Sunghoon…” You choke out, tears threatening to spill at any moment.
Sunghoon’s expression grew pained as he heard the hurt in your voice. He pulls you closer into his arms, his fingertips gently wiping the stray tears from your cheeks.
“No, don’t say that. What I did was not okay.” He states, his voice steady as he gently wipes the silent tears from your face.
“Please, give me one chance, let me show you what I see in you…” Sunghoon whispers, his voice barely audible over the soft background music.
You smile softly, warmth pooling in your chest as he pulls you into a gentle hug. His cheek resting on the top of your head as he holds you through the last few sobs of tears.
He smiles down at you, his heart racing as you nod. He gently intertwined your fingertips with his as he guided you towards the large window, taking you to the clothing rack placed right next to it.
“These are my own designs. Not for Prada, not for my team, or Sunoo or anyone.” Sunghoon whispers.
“Anything catch your eye?” Sunghoon says as his hand slides to rest on your lower back, gently guiding you towards the small rack of designs.
You glance over the shimmering metallics and velvet jewels, a sultry red catching your eye as you glance over the designs.
It’s bold, sexy, fiery against the other colors on the rack.
“This one…” You say softly as you pull the design from the rack, letting it rest in your arms. The fabric is a delicate shimmering red, catching all the dim light from the room.
“That one’s dangerous…” Sunghoon whispers into your ear, his fingertips lingering on your waist like before.
“Want to try it?” He suggests deeply, gesturing to a small folded divider tucked into the corner of his room.
You try to bite back your excitement as you nod. Swiftly stepping behind the divider to change.
You slip your coat off your shoulders and lay it across the top of the barrier, the cold air of the room hitting your bare skin as you slip into the dress. Pull it up over your hips and chest.
The dress is breathtaking, tailored exactly to your body. The sleeves fall off the shoulders, and the necking plunges just deep enough to shape your figure.
The fabric bathes at your waist, framing your curves before it pools at your bare feet.
The back is corset-like, needing to be laced up tight against your spine. You pull at the strings, arms cramping as you try to do it yourself.
“I think I need help with the laces.” You call out from behind the barrier.
You hear Sunghoon step against the hard floor as he strides across the room, pushing the divider out of the way to find you holding your dress up.
You swear you noticed a soft slush across his cheeks as he stood behind you. Fingertips gently grabbing the strings, pulling you tight into the dress.
You can hardly breathe, partly from the top design of the dress, partly because of the way Sunghoon's fingertips feel on your body.
Once he’s got you laced in, he grabs you by the shoulders, spinning you around to face him.
His eyes scan up in the design. Noticing the perfect flow and cut of the fabric, but this time you know.
He’s not looking at the dress.
He’s looking at you, every part of you.
He bites his lip as he pulls you closer, guiding you to the open space of his apartment.
“You look so stunning…I—I don’t have words,” Sunghoon whispers intimately as his hands slide up your waist, brushing across the glittering brick red of the dress.
Your heart races at his words, not because he’s talking about your dress or your body.
Deep down, you know he’s talking about you.
“These dresses…you made them for me?” You ask as his hands trace the perfect stitching of the garment. Somehow hugging every curve perfectly.
“After that first fitting, I hardly even slept. You just inspired me so much, you made me forget how to breathe. You were all I could think about.” Sunghoon confesses as he pulls you into his body. The heat is undeniable as he softly lets his hands trace over your curves.
“Because even though you were trembling, I saw something in you, you have no idea how long I’ve been designing, waiting for a woman like you.” Sunghoon completes, his breath hot against your skin as he leans in, breath fanning across your cheeks and lips.
He’s close, so close. It feels like your heart is going to thump out of your chest.
“You have so much potential to be great…when they aren’t pressuring you. The woman in front of me right now? That’s not the same woman behind that stage. That’s why I cut you.” Sunghoon confesses, his breath heavy and unchecked.
“When you wear these designs, I want you to look, to feel like you. Not like the version of you the magazines want.” Sunghoon finishes, his lips charting dangerously close to yours.
“You have no idea how badly I’m falling for you,” Sunghoon confesses with an intimate whisper.
The words cut through all the noise. It’s all you can hear as it echoes back. The way his hands hold your body, his lips, so close.
You close the distance, gently capturing his lips with your own.
Sunghoon's breath hitches as his hand cups the side of your face. Lips soft and gentle against your own.
You pull away, briefly, just enough to whisper against his lips.
“Why’d you say that like you mean it?” You whisper, voice cracking softly with emotion.
“Because I do mean it, every word…” Sunghoon completes before he crashes his lips back into yours, hands steadying you as he gently sucks your lips into his own.
Sunghoon pulls your body into his, the warmth exploding between you as your lips melt perfectly against his mouth. Your heart races, heat rushing to the back of your neck.
Sunghoon pulls away, breathless, lips swollen and flushed from tasting your own.
“I don’t want to ruin this, not again,” Sunghoon whispers. His voice was shaky and hoarse.
“Is this too soon? To ask…” Sunghoon chokes out, his voice heavy like everything he’s ever wanted as laid out on the line in front of him.
Your heart warms, and you know exactly what he means.
And you realize you want it just as much.
A smile spreads across your lips that you can’t hide you nod softly in reply.
“It’s not too soon, Sunghoon, I want you too.” You confess with a shy smile.
Sunghoon lets out a shaky breath of disbelief. He leans in, kissing you again, this time hotter, heavier.
He smiles against your lips as he tugs at the shimmering fabric of the dress. His hands gently guiding you to the small couch in the corner.
Faint cinnamon and sage still linger, as well as the soft music. Sunghoon sits on the couch, gently guiding you into his lap.
As soon as you’re situated, his lips as back on yours, breathless as he drags them beneath your jawline.
You throw your head back, letting him explore and trace your lines like one of his most intricate sketches.
You let out a soft breath, not of frustration but of immense relief. Relief at how gentle his touch is, how reverent it is as he glides his lips across the skin of your neck.
His hands gently hold your waist as he kisses you lower. Over the sharp lines of your collarbone to the top of your exposed breasts.
“Every inch of you…God, I could get lost in this body.” Sunghoon moans as he gently drags his lips over the soft skin of your chest, right above the hem of your dress.
Your breath catches as his hands slide to your back, shamelessly pulling at the ties to loosen your dress.
The deep red slides down your body as it loosens, revealing more of your skin to his gaze.
Sunghoon pulls you in, bringing his face to your chest as he favors the sweet scent of you. His lips dragging across the fullness of your breasts.
“You have no idea how many times I sketched this neckline, imagining you sitting in it.” Sunghoon coaxes, his lips dragging from the underside of your breast to your nipple.
He takes the sensitive bud in his mouth, warm and wet, caressing it with his tongue.
Your hips tremble as the sensations rush through you. You’re breath is labored as he drags his lips under your chest, molding your warm flesh in his mouth.
You arch into him. Moaning softly as the warmth spreads from your core. Sunghoon smirks against your skin, his lips hot and wet as they pull away.
He lets out a deep groan as he drags his lips across the other side, wet and messy, his hands pulling you down further into his lap.
You can feel how much he's straining against the zipper of his dress pants already. You grind down on his lap, just enough to catch yourself on his hardness, letting the pleasure build.
Sunghoon pulls his swollen lips away completely breathless, soft marks of blue and purple left on the fullness of your breasts in his wake.
You glance down, hands still gently resting on his shoulders as you take in the bruises left by his mouth. You feel yourself getting hotter at the sight of Sunghoon marking you as his.
Sunghoon's brows furrow as he notices you staring, your dress still loosely falling off your body, fabric crooked and pooling anywhere it can.
“Sorry, I should’ve asked—” Sunghoon whispers as his fingertips graze across the hickeys left on your skin. The blues, mixing with hues of green and purple as they darken.
Your breath catches at his words, you lean in, gently kissing the tension away as your mouth warmly melts into his.
“I love it… It's nothing the makeup team can't cover up.” You say with a cheeky smile.
Sunghoon chuckles against your lips as he leans in to taste more of you, his large hands sliding across the bare skin of your arms before resting on your thighs.
You straddle him in the dress, core loosely grinding against his clothed cock as hands trace you, memorizing every freckle and line.
“Every inch of you is just perfection. I want you to see that.” Sunghoon mumbles as he drags his lips down your throat.
You gasp, hands trembling as you hold onto him for support, sweat already forming a thin layer across your skin. The red dress feels hot, too hot, as you pant on top of him.
“I want to hear you, you’re not just my muse right now. I want this to be about us, no brand deals or labels. Just me and you.” Sunghoon mumbles into the skin of your neck. His hands gently slipping into the fallen straps of your dress, asking for permission before gently pulling it down.
You whimper as you feel his lips on your sensitive skin. It bruises more easily than you remember. Sunghoon pulls away, placing a chaste kiss to the darkening spot before looking back into your eyes.
You don’t even know when the tears started to fall. Your chest pounds, maybe from embarrassment, you can’t truly tell.
Sunghoon silently wipes your tears. This time, he doesn’t have flashy words or lavish compliments.
And that’s exactly what you need to realize—this thing is real.
And for the first time in a long time, you’re actually being seen.
Not through a camera lens, not through a magazine.
Just you and a man who’s willing to change and give you everything he has because it’s true he’s been waiting.
“Thank you…Sunghoon—“You choke out a quiet sob. Your hands are shaking as you try to wipe the tears.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” Sunghoon mumbles as he gently wipes your tears with his sleeve. A soft smile tugged at his lips even after everything. His heart still swells for you.
“I want you to undress me…” You whisper, your voice finally stabilizing as you ground it. This time there’s no more trembling, no more hiding.
Sunghoon's expression melts at your words as you finally take control, finally own the version of you he knew was buried down inside.
He looks up at you, grinning, his hands gently raking through your hair with affection.
“There she is…” Sunghoon whispers before pulling you back down into another messy kiss.
You match his enthusiasm, letting your tongue melt against his as he tears moans from your throat, moans you never imagined he would hear.
He slides his hands down your arms, pulling the straps of the dress down with them as more of your skin catches in the dim light.
His lips stay melted on yours as his chest rises and falls with anticipation’s his fingers trembling for the first time as he forcefully removes the rest of the laces from your back.
The dress immediately falls, you shuffle awkwardly to slip out of it, letting the dark crimson pool long forgotten on the ground.
“Come here..” Sunghoon mumbles as he lies back down on the couch, pulling you back on top of him. You let yourself laugh softly as he pulls you back into his warmth.
Sunghoon smiles into another kiss, your laughter making his heart race as his hands roam across your body in exploration.
“I want you here if that’s okay?” Sunghoon pulls away to whisper, his hands gently rubbing your hips, pulling you up his torso to lie across his chest.
You immediately feel hot as you catch on, the cool fabric of his shirt contrasting with the heat of your skin and core.
“I want you to ride my face…” he confesses, his voice heavy, shaking as his eyes stay locked on you and only you.
“You sure?” you question, biting back a smirk as you raise an eyebrow at him.
“More than…” Sunghoon replies as his hands slide to your thighs, helping to guide you into position.
Your thighs burn as they dig into the cushions of the couch, holding yourself up as you start to drip over his face.
You let out a shaky breath as you sink down, his warm, hot mouth enveloping you, sending a shock of heat throughout your body.
You let out a deep moan, unfiltered, unashamed, as his tongue drags through your folds. You grip the soft leather of the couch, trying to keep yourself from putting too much pressure on his face.
Sunghoon lets his eyes flutter shut as he memorizes you with his mouth. His tongue takes its time to glide through every fold, hitting every nerve to make you shiver.
He moans deep with satisfaction as he feasts on you. Your essence dripping down his lips and chin as his nose buries further into your heat.
He doesn’t come up for air; he doesn’t speak. He just devours you, getting off at your newfound sounds of pleasure.
His tongue slides through your folds to gently circle your clit. You whimper, hips buckling against his face as his tongue slides down to your hole, gently fucking into you with reverence.
It feels good, too good. You start to grind your hips down on his tongue, chasing that same spark of pleasure.
You let go of the couch, your hands gently fisting handfuls of his dark hair as you let yourself shamelessly drop fully onto his face.
You let out a sharp exhale of relief, your thighs burning from the intensity as you slowly roll your hips against him, wetness dripping onto his lips, down his chin and neck.
Sunghoon groans into your pussy, his tongue picking up intensity as he feels you drop onto his face. His breath comes in short pants as he struggles to lap up all your dripping arousal.
“Fuck Sunghoon—” You moan, finding your voice as his tongue circles your clit again, giving the sensitive nub extra attention.
Sunghoon chuckles into your heat as you grind against him, letting his tongue circle your wet, glistening hole as his nose rubs against your clit.
Your grip on his hair tightens as you grind down on his face, rougher, harder. Sunghoon's hands slide to your ass, fingertips digging into the skin as he helps you fuck yourself on his tounge and nose.
You feel a knot pulling at your lower stomach, your pussy aching, clenching around his tongue as he struggles to lap up the dripping mess you're shamelessly making.
Sunghoon moans deeper, rougher as his hands help you ride his face harder and harder. He feels you clenching around his tongue, signaling you're close.
You’re hair starts to stick to the back of your neck, thighs still straining as you chase release. Your legs tremble next to his ears, leather from the couch sticking to your skin as you slide yourself up and down.
“Shit—Sunghoon gonna come, can I?” You ask, trebling on top of him, gripping him tight as your orgasm teeters on the edge.
“Fucking soak me—” He groans into your pussy, the sound barely audible as he pulls you down into him more.
You rub your clit against his nose one time, then two—it breaks you. You cry out his name, shamelessly letting every curse and moan spill from the back of your throat. Your hands pulling at his dark hair as you fuck yourself through your orgasm.
Sunghoon lets out a sigh of relief, his tongue spreading your slick all through your folds as you soak his lips and chin, arousal dripping down his neck, pooling on the leather of the couch.
“Fucking perfect—God.” Sunghoon moans as his hands help to guide you off his face to straddle his torso again.
His lips and chin are still glistening with your come, the collar of his shirt dampened from your mess.
You feel that tinge in your stomach again as you look at him. So perfect, so wrecked. Cheeks flushed, slips swollen and glistening, hair tossled from your grip.
“Mr. Park. If your goal was to make me feel confident, well—you’ve done a good job.” You say, teeth tugging at your bottom lip as you pick up the red dress from the ground.
A shaky breath falls from your lips as you clean off his face with the hem. Your come catching on the fabric as you wipe Sunghoon's lips, chin and neck clean.
You toss the dress aside, letting your hips straddle his own as your hands get to work on his dress shirt.
You remove one button at a time, his pale skin catching off the light one inch at a time.
Sunghoon lies back, his hands resting on your hips, a smug grin on his face as he lets you take control
The soft fabric of his shirt is cool against your skin as you push it over his shoulders. Letting his bare back stick to the leather of the couch.
A warmth hits your skin as his hands find their way back to your waist, on instinct Sunghoon tries to flip you over.
“No..” you mumble. Your hands grabbing his wrists, your knee pushing his chest back down toward the couch.
Sunghoon's eyes widen as you sharply pin his wrists above his head. This is new, this is exiting. Never in his life has he been with a woman like this.
And that just makes him fall for you even more.
“No touching, no guiding. Please Sunghoon—“ you whisper, voice cracking loud in the near silence.
“Let me lead this.” You whisper, leaning down to capture his lips with your own, your grip tightening around his wrists.
Sunghoon gasps into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as his mouth moves against yours.
One of your hands slips between your bodies, the other holding his wrists tight above his head. You fumble with the buckle of his belt, fingers brushing against his hard cock as you slide the zipper down.
Sunghoon lifts his hips, letting you pull the fabric down just as much as you need.
You straddle him, letting your hand guide his thick, aching cock towards your slick entrance.
“I want to see you wrecked a little more—“ you say as you bite back a smile. Your wetness teasing the sensitive tip of his cock.
Sunghoon nods.
And you don’t waste another second before you let your hips drop.
The stretch is satisfying, and you let out a sharp moan as his thick cock drags against the ridges of your warm walls.
Sunghoon moans your name, sharp and broken as he feels your tight channel enveloping him in his entirety. His head falls back, chest heaving as he struggles for breath.
His wrists twitch under your grip, like he wants to reach out, like he’s aching to touch you.
But you’re determined to draw this out.
Your thighs clench as you pull yourself up, only to sink back down with that same delicious sensation.
“Holy…I’ve never—“Sunghoon chokes out, his wrists still trembling beneath your harsh grip.
You lean down, letting your lips find his in another messy, wet kiss. You pull away, gasping as you let your hips rock against his own. His cock is dragging across all the spots that make you shiver.
“Yeah? Feels good, doesn’t it?” You reply, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Sunghoon nods, a weak chuckle falls from his lips, his chest still aching at the fill.
“You feel like a perfect fucking fit—“ Sunghoon gasps as he crashes his mouth back into yours. Greedy, hot, and claiming.
You match his enthusiasm, letting your tongue tangle with his between breathless moans. Your hips are still slamming down on his cock.
You release your grip, pulling Sunghoon up with you. His back leaves the couch as his hands finally trace your sides and waist. His hands cupping your breasts, aching to savor every inch of skin they can.
You ride him faster, panting against his mouth as you take charge of the rhythm. His hips thrust up in time with yours. The friction maddening as you slip in and out with ease.
Sunghoon's head falls to your shoulder, his hands aimlessly roaming your hot skin. His jaw locked tight, and his brows furrowed as he struggles to hold back.
You catch on, keeping that same fast, wet pace. He lazily thrusts up into you as you clench around him.
You feel him twitching inside, and you know he’s close.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this, so wrecked, made for a body like mine.” You coax. The words spilling from your tongue with no filter. It surprises even yourself; you didn’t know you had this side in you until Sunghoon brought it out.
“Yeah..fuck yeah you were.” Sunghoon pants as his lips drag softly against your shoulder.
You feel your core growing tight. The familiar tingling and warmth from earlier starts to take over. Your ankles feel numb, your thighs are burning and aching.
You know you’re close.
Your sweat mixes with his as you lie him back, forehead resting on his, as you ride him faster and harder. Dragging out your own orgasm.
“Yes…Sunghoon God—“You pant into his mouth as you feel the warmth rushing through your body, a wave of wetness flowing suit as you shamelessly come all over his cock.
A shaky laugh falls from your lips as you grind yourself through the waves. Your body clenches around his, pulling him over the edge with you.
Sunghoon moans deep as he comes, his cock twitching inside your heat as he spills into your wet walls. His hips jerking as his eyes roll back, his come spilling into your open channel.
Your name falls from his lips as he comes down from his high. His hips still jerking as you milk him for every drop.
The moment between you is quietly charged. The sound of your panting fills the air. The smell of sex mingling with cinnamon and sage.
You glance down at Sunghoon, panting, sweaty, and flushed.
He looks completely wrecked.
And you couldn’t be happier that it was because of you.
You pull yourself off of him, trying to keep the mess to a minimum. Sunghoon gently cups your face, his lips finding yours again.
“I’d love for you to stay…” Sunghoon mumbles breathlessly against your lips. His eyes flicking up to glance into yours.
This time, he glances at you like you’re more than just his muse.
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Today is the big day, Your chance at finally getting redemption.
You can’t hide your smile as the makeup artist bakes your face for the stage. Your hair perfectly styled to compliment your natural beauty.
You feel a warmth in your chest, not entirely from the simmering stage lights.
“May I?” You hear a familiar voice call out from behind the curtain.
Sunoo steps through the curtain. Clipboard still rested at his side. His face still bearing same sweet smile and kind eyes as before.
“You look like an angel in that dress—“ Sunoo compliments truthfully.
This time? You smile back, the compliment warming your heart. This time there’s no tug for rebuttal, no pointing out the obvious puffiness under your eyes, or the shape of your hips.
The stylists finish their work, leaving you camera-ready to walk. The same white dress from before is now perfectly tailored to your measurements, with your decolletage and spine as the highlights of the cuts.
“Thank you Sunoo.” You reply kindly. Sunoo notices his smile beaming brighter. He offers you his hand with a soft laugh. The chatter of the backstage chaos swiftly fades into the background.
Sunoo playfully spins you around, the dress fluttering as it catches in the air. You can’t help but exhale as he holds your soft hand with his.
You feel ready, you know it. And Sunghoon knows it too.
You pull away to glance at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the small wrinkles around your waistline. Eyes lingering on the faded marks covered up professionally by your makeup team.
Your heart beats faster as the memories flash, Sunghoon's warm mouth on your skin and cleavage. Marking you as his.
You feel a flush creeping up your neck. Sunoo raises an eyebrow.
His thought process is interrupted when Sunghoon himself steps back into the room. A large garment bag in his arms.
“Boss, what are you—“ Sunoo questions softly.
Sunghoon's breath catches as he watches you twirl in front of the mirror. The fabric moves like a waterfall down your curves, the white bringing out the vivid undertones of your skin.
“I want you to wear this—“ Sunghoon says, his voice soft, barely above a whisper.
Your heart races as you turn around. Eyes are raking up and down his professionally dressed figure. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hair perfectly styled out of his dark eyes.
“And I want you to close the show.”
Your lungs widen, and you can hardly breathe.
Close the show? Sunghoon wants you to close his show.
A flicker of dread and fear flickers in your expression, but it’s quickly changed out with something else.
“You want me to close?” You ask softly, shaking your head to make sure you heard him right.
Sunghoon smiles warmly, taking another step towards you as he peels the garment bag away from the dress.
You recognize that familiar crimson red. The same from that night.
The night he helped you see the version of yourself that has been hidden all along. You swear you hear Sunoo gasp in the background as the red catches the backstage light.
His own design, not made for cameras or clients.
The dress he made was only for you.
Sunoo's eyes widen as you pull Sunghoon by the collar. Your lips shamelessly crashing into his.
“I want you to close, in this…” Sunghoon mumbles into your mouth before he pulls away, cheeks flushed from the nearly public display of affection.
“I will.” You say confidently. Tilting your head to look into his dark eyes.
Sunghoon pulls you in for another chaste kiss before quickly dipping out the other side of the curtain, leaving Sunoo appalled.
“Did I miss something?!” Sunoo exclaims as he crosses the room to help you unlace the white dress in preparation for the red.
“Yeah, I guess you did miss a chapter—“ you say playfully with a soft chuckle.
“Listen, I knew something was different, but—wait. You’re not hooking up with him, are you?!” Sunoo gasps, like he just received the juiciest gossip of his life.
“That’s…confidential," You reply, but you can’t hide the truth behind your expression.
“Knew it,” Sunoo replies as he pulls the last of the back laces free.
You change into the same red dress as before. It gently hugs your hips, frames your shoulders, and pools at your heels.
It truly was made just for you. A perfect fit.
You wince as you step onto the runway. Cameras flashing, faces hidden behind phones.
You suck in a deep breath, exhaling as you put one foot in front of the other. Taking up space as you own the runway.
Once you reach the edge of the stage, you’re hit with camera flash after camera flash. Your vision goes white as you get lost in the moment. Lost in the feeling of finally being seen.
Your confidence follows you as you turn back. Smiling and waving at the front row guests without a care in the world.
Then the lights go out, and applause erupts.
For Sunghoon, and for you.
You’re panting as you stand in the wings of the runway. Eyes darting through the crowd in search of Sunoo.
But your attention shifts as you feel Sunghoon’s hand against your wrist.
He pulls you from the crowd, ignoring all the chants and calls for photos and interviews.
He pulls you into your dressing room. And without another word his mouth is on yours.
You exhale as your hands slide up his chest to his face. Gently pulling him in for more as your lipstick smudges all over his face and yours.
You pull away, gasping. Forehead resting against his as the sounds of the press grow louder and louder outside the door.
“I’m so fucking proud of you.” Sunghoon whispers.
You kiss him again. His lips too sweet to resist, you chuckle against his lips as the adrenaline fades.
And you realize you wouldn’t want to be in anyone else’s arms.
“Me too…I’m proud of me too.” You break apart to reply.
You never thought you were worthy of finding your perfect fit.
kate's note: I hope you guys enjoyed this story! It was challenging to write, but I hope it's satisfying for you all. I just want to say thank you guys for all the support I've received, im so so grateful for all of it. And like always, take care.
“Maybe we’ll finally learn how to stay on beat.”
You were supposed to take a break, not let your dignity go down the drain.
Turns out it’s hard to count to eight when Riki’s tongue is halfway down your throat.
pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader
genre: dancer au, college au
This content is only for readers 18+
word count: 2.3k(of dry humping help)
content warning: kissing, making out. strong language, dry humping, grinding, clothed orgasm, dirty talk, lots of (fuck) usage, poor attempts at humor(it's kinda funny?)
soundtrack: love galore - SZA
m.list! ⋆୨୧˚
“Five, six—up, down, right,” you hear Riki pant behind you as the sound of the music vibrates off the walls.
The squeak of your sneakers echoes off the cold mirrors of the studio as you run through the routine for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.
You toss your hair out of the way, focusing on your dimly lit figure in the large mirror in front of you. Arms calculated to his every beat. Steps in tune with the bounce of the music.
The choreography slows, Riki’s hand slides to your waist like so many times before. Sliding down your hip as you turn your torso on the count of four.
“Five, six—“ he whispers, his voice husky as he pants for breath. You turn left on the count of seven and eight.
But Riki’s hand stays resting on your waist.
“Shit—“ you gasp, stumbling through the next round of counts. Sweat running down your temples as you shake your head, running the routine back through your head to get on track with the rhythm of the music.
“Stop..stop we’re off…” You hear softly from behind you. Immediately, the sound of footsteps comes to a stop as the music continues to play lowly from the speaker in the back of the room.
“Sorry, I just—all this practice is starting to fuck with my head…” You say as you grab the hem of your shirt to wipe the sweat from your face.
Your partner Riki steps closer in the dim light of the studio. The two of you had a competition coming up. And there was loads of pressure to not screw this up.
You’ve been dancing with Riki since freshman year. You were one of the people who knew him best. Dance was everything to you, and it was everything to him.
“Let’s just take a breather, alright?” He suggests, the music fades into silence.
You tie up your shirt, showing off your stomach and waist to get the fabric somewhat off your sweaty back. You mindlessly take a sip of your water, wiping your brow. Letting your heart rate show a resting level.
Your chest still feels warm from his touch. You shake your head, trying to snap yourself out of it. It couldn’t have meant anything; the two of you are strictly just partners.
Riki glances at you from across the dance studio floor. A tinged smirk on his face as he watches you pull up your shirt and hydrate.
“You’re staring…” You shoot back as you notice him staring at your reflection in the large mirror. You try to brush it off, taking another sip of your water.
The sound of footsteps is loud in the silence. Before you know if that soft scent of black pepper and rosemary from his cologne is faintly brushing past your senses.
“Can you blame me?” Riki whispers as his hands hesitate before sliding to your waist. Your eyes widen as he backs you up against the mirror.
Your heels hit the edge of the glass as he cages you in. His tall body bends down to be eye level with yours.
“Riki the competition—“ you gasp as he pushes his body up into yours, gently, softly—giving you space to turn him down with ease.
But you don’t.
“This isn’t about that. This is about us…” Riki whispers, his plump bottom lip notching between his teeth as he thinks. His thumbs gracefully brushing against the bare skin of your waist.
“We’re partners…” You gasp as he leans in, letting you get another whiff of his cologne. The warmth of his lips hovering right above yours.
“We are, but we could be more. Imagine how unstoppable we’d be if you’d let me—“ Riki whispers, his voice low as it fades out.
“If I’d let you what?” You ask. The words are heavy in your throat as you tear your eyes from his chest to his face.
He pants softly. His grip on you is tight, fingertips gliding across the soft skin of your sides.
“If you’d let me fucking kiss you…” He whispers, voice hoarse, barely audible in the silence.
“Yeah?” You breathe out, your heart racing as his fingertips brush against your soft skin. You let him gently touch your head, hand slotting between the back of your hair and the cold glass of the mirror.
“Yeah,” Riki responds, his other hand sliding down to your waist, gently resting on your warm skin. His lips are nearly breath away from yours.
He leans in, lips catching on yours like a question. His chest was heavy with breath, his hands trembling at your side.
You close the distance, letting your lips melt into his. Your stomach flutters at the contact. You kiss him back, loosening your jaw as you savor the taste of his plump lips.
A soft groan gets caught in Riki’s throat. He breaks away to suck in a sharp breath, only to turn his head to kiss you at a deeper angle.
You swallow it, letting your hands slide up his arms to tangle in his hair. Pulling his mouth into yours even more.
His body pushes into you, your back arches against the mirror, aching for his touch.
“Fuck…” you pull away, gasping for air. Your lungs feel tight, and your head feels like it’s spinning.
Riki pants, he grinds his hips up slowly, tantalizing against the heat of yours.
“Fuck—” you moan again, your back arching against the cool, hard mirror, meeting the grind of his hips with your own.
Riki moans, his hand sliding from your face to slap against the foggy glass mirror right next to your head. Gripping the cold glass to keep himself from going too far.
“Holy fuck…you feel that?” He gaps as he grins into another kiss. You whimper, he’s already hardening beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
“I feel it…” You whisper, pulling him back into you, kissing him hot and messy.
Riki chuckles against your lips, letting his tongue slip between the seam, seeking out the hot cavern of your mouth.
You drop your jaw, letting him brush and caress his tongue against your own. His breath, hot, fanning across your cheeks as he savors the softness of you.
You feel a tingling warmth in your core. His mouth, his hands, his hips. It’s all too much, and so good.
“Shit, you’ve already got me wet—“ you confess, as Riki’s mouth reluctantly drags away from yours, spit still connecting your swollen lips.
He smiles, leaning in to drag his lips underneath your jawline, his large body pressing into yours even more.
“Is that right? God, you can’t just say things like that…” he pants against your skin, his lips warm and wet as the sounds echo off the studio walls.
Your hands slide down his back, across his muscles, to land at his hips. Your body is already seeking him out more as you pull him into you.
“You can’t just say things like that and expect me to hold back,” Riki whispers as his head drops to the crook of your neck. The heat between you is nearly unbearable. He continues, lazily kissing the side of your neck.
“Your lips feel so good. Bet they’d feel good between my thighs too..” you say, shaking, breathless with need. Aching for a release you didn’t know you needed.
“I’d do it…don’t care that you’ve been dancing all day. I’ll drop to my knees—“ he says, his voice low and deep as he kisses up your neck to find your lips.
He you moan as he crashes his mouth back into yours. Teeth pulling at your bottom lip enough to nearly draw blood.
“I’d eat you out, right here…we can clean up the studio later, I really don’t give a fuck.” he confesses against your hot mouth.
“Damn it, Riki—” you curse, your thighs clenching together from the thought alone. You let your fingertips slip into the waistband of his sweats, feeling his warm skin as you tug him closer.
He thrusts against you again, his hardness against your warmth sending a delicious friction throughout your body.
You let him grind into you, body pressing against the mirror with each urgent roll of his hips.
“God, you’re driving me crazy…” You murmur as you try to catch your breath. Lungs heavy as he rubs his clothed desire against your warmth again, and again, and again.
You feel yourself dripping into your sweats, soaking your panties from just his body and words. Every grind hits your clit with rough friction, making you drip more and more.
“Tell me you’ve thought about it too…” Riki gaps, his lips starting to bruise from the intensity of yours as he pulls them away.
“Sex…bet I’d slip in so easily right now, you’re dripping.” Riki gasps as his hands grow rougher, grabbing at your hips, thighs, sliding to cup your ass.
“Fuck you're making me want it more…you’re—all I can feel..” you gasp. His hands send waves of hot warmth throughout your body with his touch.
“I’d beg, no shame, fucking beg for it.” Riki curses as his hips twitch against your own. He lets out another moan, the front of his gray sweatpants already turning damp.
“I’ve seen you dance…I know I can fold you over in all the ways I want,” he confesses. His lips lazily found yours again. Dragging his plump, swollen lips against your own with no coordination.
“Shit…” you whisper with disbelief, trying to cover up your curse with a deep chuckle. You kiss him back, grinding his hips faster against your own.
You repeatedly slam back into the mirror without a care. You're just chasing that pleasure, that warmth between your aching thighs.
“Holy shit, I’m close..” you moan into his mouth. In return, he grips you harder, his movements growing rougher. The mirror fogging up underneath the heat.
“I can’t—fuck me too I—can’t stop.” Riki whines; the sounds of weak moans echo in the silence. Shameless, completely shameless as the two of you hump on each other like mindless animals.
“Fuck fuck fuck—“ you gasp, gripping his bare shoulders tight as he repeatedly hits exactly where you need him to.
“This is insan—oh God I’m gonna come..” you choke out, voice breathing with desperation as your nails dig hard into his shoulders.
Your back arches off the mirror as you clench around nothing. Dripping into your panties, making a mess underneath your sweats.
You let out high-pitched moans of pleasure, your pussy still throbbing as you come down from the high.
“Goddamit—Wwait” Riki croaks, his voice cracking before you're hit with silence.
The two of you pant hard, sweat dripping down your bodies. Lips bruised, arms shaking.
Riki loosens his tight grip, breath still heavy as you both let it process.
The two of you tremble, shifting awkwardly in the mess.
“Did you just—“ you whisper, so quietly you’re not even sure Riki could catch it.
“Did I just—“ Riki whispers, pulling back reluctantly to run his hands through his sweaty, damp hair.
You glance at the wet spot on top of his pants, feeling the mess dripping into yours.
“That’s not what I meant to do,” Riki confesses as he pulls away, laughing with disbelief, cheeks flushed a hot red with embarrassment.
“Did you come?” You ask weakly, nearly flinching at the words yourself as they harshly cut through the silence. Riki winces as he computes.
“Oh my God…” he groans as he drags his hand down his face, peeking through his fingertips to look at his disheveled appearance in the mirror.
He just glances at his disheveled appearance before tearing his gaze away to look at yours.
Sweaty, flushed, damp.
Then reality hits him.
“Are we in fucking high school? There’s no way we just—I just.” He stutters out, covering his face with his hands.
You chuckle as you step towards him. Noticing how bright red his ears are.
“Hey, it…happens. It’s not just you. Riki, we’re going to have to mop the floor—“
He cuts off your words with a moan of embarrassment. Of the sheer absurdity.
“Me, you—two grown ass adults…dry humping to the point where we need a fucking mop? When does that just happen!?” Riki complains, throwing his hands up in eternal surrender.
“Uhhh, since now?” You say cheerfully. As you pull him by the shirt, I’m back into one more messy kiss.
“Don’t make this worse,” he mumbles into your lips. His hand reluctantly cupped your face through the kiss. Shaking as he holds back from taking more.
He pulls away with a smile, causing you to chase his lips for more.
“Woah…I need to make at least one responsible adult decision tonight.” Riki confesses as he leans back, throwing his arms up in surrender.
“What do you—“
“Kiss me again and I’ll make a bigger fool out of myself.” He confesses in defeat.
“We need Clorox.” You chuckle.
“Don’t remind me.” Riki groans as he pulls away with a grin.
“That was kind of hot.” You confess. The room still feels like it’s spinning from the pleasure and the realization.
“Was it?” Riki asks as he turns over his shoulder, cheeks still red, lips still plumped.
“I mean, looks like we both needed that…” you confess with a sweet tone.
“We’re still partners?” Riki asks, eyes wide, chest tight. He bends down to lazily grab a clean towel from his pile of stuff.
“More than…if you want.” You say casually. Grabbing your long-forgotten hoodie and water bottle off the dance floor.
Riki smiles, his voice soft and sweet as he replies.
“More than sounds good." He confesses as he playfully wraps the towel around your shoulders, pulling you in closer.
He bites his lip, physically fighting off the urge to lean in for more.
kate's note: In dry humping we trust! This fic is based on an experience I had wayyy out of high school. I was a little too old for it, but it's definitely the move. Thank you, guys, for the love on "five stars!" That fic lowkey blew up? So, i'm here to feed my loyal ni-ki gooners again.
thank you guys for all the ineraction and the love!
could you write about down bad loser hee that would do anything to get his was with you
*ೃ༄ first time user - l.hs
a/n: rahhh this was so much fun anon I hope you like my interpretation! (sorry it’s long!!)
summary: Your best friend’s brother is a total nerd—and he’s had a crush on you for years. She drags him along to a party one weekend, and it only takes you 30 seconds to show him exactly what he’s been missing.
pairing: best friend's brother!Heeseung x fem reader
genre: college au, smut, first time
word count: 2.5k
content warning: strong language, brief mention of alcohol, explicit smut, oral sex (f!receiving), virgin!Heeseung(implied) messy first time sex, mild humiliation, unprotected sex,(wrap it up!), creampie, begging, praise, awkward tension, overstimulation, and soft dom/sub dynamics
Content is only for readers 18+
You look into the mirror of your dorm room as you touch up your makeup under the yellow light. You blend out your contour and add extra highlighter to your collarbone right above the fabric of your dress.
“Damn you look good, I’m going to fight off crusty frat guys all night.” Your friend Jules says playfully.
You pass her your eyeliner as she leans over the sink right next to you. It’s become a habit at this point, the two of you decided it was time to live it up a little. And for the past few months, you’ve been wasted at a party every weekend living life to the fullest.
“I hope you have extra room in your car I’m bringing my brother along. He seriously needs to get out. His brain is gonna rot from looking at textbooks and video games all day.” Jules says casually.
You know her brother. Heeseung. Computer science major a year beneath you. He was basically the opposite of Jules. He was introverted, reserved, and always had his nose in a book or eyes glued to a PlayStation game.
Jules was the party girl, hell if she wasn’t your best friend you probably wouldn’t even be going out tonight. But it was good to have Jules around, she helped you break out of your shell.
The bass thumped beneath your feet as you finally arrived at the party. Jules and Heeseung are awkwardly followed behind you.
You’re immediately hit with the smell of alcohol the second you step through the door.
Tonight already smells like trouble.
You confidently find a cooler in the corner of the kitchen. You dig through the ice to find exactly what you’re looking for.
The party is already lively. People dancing, lights dim, couples making out on the couch and strangers hooking up upstairs. The usual for a night like this.
“Oh, my God is that the hot guy from Econ? I’ve got to talk to him!” Jules says as he digs through the cooler behind you looking for her own drink to take off whatever nerves she had left.
“Don’t get into too much trouble okay? Call me if you need anything! Mwah!” She says playfully and before you know it she’s disappearing into the crowd.
You look around, not really noticing any of the other people at the party besides one.
Heeseung.
He’s nervously leaning up against the outside wall, drink in hand, shoulders tight. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than here.
You smirk as you take another sip of your drink. It’s kind of cute the way he keeps pushing up his glasses. The way his shirt is buttoned all the way to the top as he nervously grips a red solo cup in his hand.
Figuring you have nothing else to lose you walk over towards him.
“Hey, Heeseung right?” You say confidently as you place your free hand on the wall right next to his head. Your other hand holding your drink, the alcohol definitely giving you a kick of confidence.
Heeseung's face turns red, bright red at the gesture. He nearly drops his drink as he looks at you.
He stumbles over his words as he looks you up and down. Your dress is tight, hugging your form and leaving little to the imagination.
He opens his mouth to speak but he stutters, completely caught off guard by the amount of cleavage he’s seeing right now.
“Y..yeah? That’s m-me—“ he replies, his eyes wide as he looks at you. His expression is shocked—like he can't believe a girl like you is hitting on a guy like him.
“You look good tonight…” You coo sweetly. Not out of a place of mockery, you do find him cute.
“I do? Th-thanks—“ he stutters out, quickly taking another sip of his alcohol like that would be his only saving grace.
His eyes are wide like a deer in headlights. He can’t tear his eyes away from you, his jaw drops like he can’t believe you’re here right in front of him.
“You good?” You ask playfully as you notice he’s practically shaking. Barely keeping his drink up straight, ready to spill at any moment.
“It’s just—parties aren’t my thing, girls aren’t my thing.” He says with an awkward chuckle.
“Just relax, it’s not like you have a crush on me or something—“ you say casually in an attempt to break the ice.
Heeseung's grip on his cup loosens and the alcohol falls onto the floor beneath you. Your eyes widen, brows sharp with concern.
Jules really wasn’t lying about him needing to touch some grass.
“Actually—that’s debatable” Heesung confesses, his face bright red as he reluctantly tears his eyes from the floor to look at you again.
“I've actually liked you for—longer than I’d want to admit. You’re just so out of my league, I never stood a chance…” he says weakly awkwardly shifting against the wall like he’s trying to hide his very obvious erection.
“Wanna head upstairs?” You cut him off, biting your lip as you smirk at him. Finding everything about the interaction cute.
“Upstairs? Like to have sex upstairs?” Heeseung says his voice shaking as he bluntly puts two and two together.
“I’d give anything, please just let me touch you one time. Fuck me just once and God...I’ll die a happy man,” he says frantically like he’s trying to convince you before you can change your mind.
You don’t even reply, you just leave the alcohol on a random side table and grab his wrist, dragging him behind you up the stairs and into an empty bedroom.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m gonna last thirty seconds—shit am I hallucinating?” Heeseung mumbles as he paces back and forth awkwardly in the middle of the dark empty room.
“I don’t know what I’m doing…” Heeseung gasps.
Your lips cut him off, tasing the essence of alcohol as you back him towards one of the bedroom walls. You capture his lips, sweet, soft innocent.
Heeseung is stunned, his arms awkwardly hovering at your sides, his eyes wide as you kiss him.
“Just follow my lead, okay?” You pull away just for a moment to seductively whisper.
His hands hesitate before they find your waist, gently holding you overtop the sequins of your dress. He gasps into each kiss like you're taking the air out of his lungs every second your lips are on his.
After a few moments, he leans into it, moaning shamelessly into your mouth, closing his eyes as he messily kisses you back.
“I’m gonna come…in my pants—if you keep kissing me” Heeseung gasps between kisses as your lips nip and suck on his.
You smirk against his lips, enjoying how his unraveling a little too much. You let your thigh press between his, feeling how hard he is just from looking at you.
He whimpers against your lips, his grip tightening at the sensation.
“Do you want me to stop?” You say breathlessly as you pull your swollen lips away from his.
“No, No, God No! Please don’t stop, you could spit on me and I would like it. You could do anything and I would tell you to keep going. Use me however you want don’t care—as long as it’s you.” Heeseung says breathlessly, his expression almost pained from how hard he is and you haven’t even properly touched him yet.
It’s turning you on more than you thought it would.
“You’re so pretty, and your boobs are driving me crazy in your dress like that—I didn’t mean to say that.” Heeseung stutters out, still red in the face.
You smile as you grab his hands, biting your lip. You gently guide him towards the bed, watching him mentally unravel in front of you.
You gently push his chest and he falls back onto the mattress on command. You straddle his hips, and your dress rides up your thighs as you do.
“This is usually the part when you get naked—“ you say bluntly, with a wicked smirk, watching him whimper and moan underneath you just from having you in his lap.
You know it’s cruel, but you slowly grind your hips against his own, he’s throbbing already, and you know he’s definitely not going to last.
You kiss underneath his jawline letting your hands slowly unbutton his shirt. Revealing one inch of porcelain skin at a time.
Heeseung is gasping beneath you, his head falls back as he grips the sheets trying to keep himself from falling apart too soon.
You let your lips drag down his neck, gently sucking on the sensitive skin to leave a faint mark. Heeseung groans at the sensation, his hips jerking beneath you as you slide his shirt off his shoulders.
“Tell me, what do you want?” You ask breathlessly as you pull away to look into his eyes, your hands gently taking the crooked glasses off his face and setting them on the bedside table.
“Teach me how to not screw this up, “ Heeseung gasps as you take the glasses off his face. Like the reality of everything is sinking in.
“Lie back…” you say softly as you reach down to pull your dress up and over your head. You straddle his hips as you take off your bra, letting your tits free of their restraints.
“Oh my God, oh my God—“ Heeseung exhales beneath you, his cock painfully twitching in his pants at the sight.
You slide your panties off swiftly before Heeseung can even open his mouth to speak.
Heeseung is frozen beneath you as you swing one of your legs over his chest, letting your already-wet pussy straddle his face.
Heeseung catches his breath like he’s about to pass out. His hands reluctantly go to your thighs as you hover over his face, your hands gripping the headboard of the bed.
“Holy shit what do I even do?” He asks his voice cracking with anticipation and nerves.
“Just use your tongue, start slow—“ you say and without warning he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his face.
He attacks you with his tongue, too hard than too soft, his movements unsure and miscalculated. You gasp at the feeling of his wet tongue on your aching pussy.
“Slower, fuck yes just like that.” You gasp as he slows down, still eager, he gently licks unsure stripes up your folds.
You pull one hand away from the headboard, reaching down to gently push his dark hair out of his eyes. Guiding him with a soft voice.
He continues to explore your folds, your hips shudder against his mouth, and he lets a deep moan slip.
He repeats the motion, his tongue sliding through your folds to flick your clit again. Your thighs clench around him, wetness dripping onto his lips and chin.
“Fuck you’re so wet, like insanely wet—“ He mumbles into your pussy.
“Right there, fuck yes—“ you interrupt as he lazily drags his tongue across your clit again.
He grips your thighs tighter as he gets the hang of eating you out. He’s a moaning mess beneath you. His hips jerk like he’s getting off just from having your taste in his mouth.
He continues not even registering that his nose is hitting you in all the right places as he fucks you with his tongue. Nails digging into your skin as he holds you down on his face.
He’s trembling, eyes rolling back like he’s the one getting head. He’s desperate, dark eyes glancing at you for guidance.
“You’re a fast learner.” You say truthfully with another soft moan, gripping the headboard tighter as you ride his face, enjoying it a lot more than you expected to.
“You’re good at this, so fucking good.” You gasp with a moan that even surprises you. Heeseung whines beneath you, shaking like he’s on the verge of his own release.
“Get ready, I’m coming in your mouth, shit—“ you gasp as he pushes you through your orgasm.
Your thighs clench, and you grip his hair as you use his nose to ride out your release. Your wetness coats his lips and tongue as he shamelessly licks up every drop between your thighs.
You swiftly swing your leg back over him. The cool air hits his face making him shudder. He’s breathless and red, face glistening with your cum.
“I had no idea, that’s what pussy tasted like—“ he says breathless, shocked as he licks his lips to taste more of you.
“And I can’t feel my jaw,” Heeseung states with a weak laugh.
You smile with disbelief, quickly moving back down the bed to unbutton his pants. You push them down along with his underwear already soaked with his pre-release. It’s a miracle he hasn’t come yet from the way he was responding.
“Please don’t laugh…” Heeseung pleaded as he threw his head back with a whimper. His cock was achingly hard and twitching out in the open.
“I’m not. You're cute, I’m enjoying this too.” You say truthfully.
You lean back on top of his body. Slick skin on skin as you kiss him again, letting him moan into your lips as he sinks back into the mattress.
Your hand slips between your bodies, wrapping around his girth as you stroke him once.
“Oh my god, oh my god–“ he whines as his hips jerk up into your hand, his tip swollen and leaking onto your fingertips.
You straddle him again, letting your soaked entrance tremble as you guide him to it.
You notch his aching tip into your slick heat before sinking down a few millimeters.
“Wait, wait, wait,—fuck you feel—I’m gonna”
“Breathe, breathe, Heeseung…” you say softly against his lips as you gently stroke the side of his sweaty red face. Smiling down at him with affection.
You give him a moment to pull himself together before you sink down a few more inches. He throws his head back against the pillows with a pained expression.
Tears start to fall from the corner of his dark eyes.
Heeseung sobs as he comes inside you, not even all the way in. He gasps like he’s in pain as he spills ropes of hot cum into your pussy.
You help him ride it out, sinking all the way down and rocking your hips back and forward as cum starts to slip out.
He grips the sheets as he shudders inside you. Tears streaming down his face. Beads of sweat on his chest.
“I’m sorry…” he whimpers through the tears.
God that was hot. And he looks completely wrecked.
“You rake your hands through his damp hair as you feel him going soft inside you. You gently kiss some of the tears from his cheeks as he nearly hyperventilates beneath you.
“I think I love you,” Heeseung says awkwardly in the heat of the moment.
You chuckle softly, your lips finding his again with another soft kiss. You pull away, whispering against his lips.
“You were perfect. You have no idea…”
“So is that like a one-time thing or do I get a chance to redeem myself?” Heeseung asks with a weak self-deprecating chuckle against your lips.
You smile back, gently brushing your fingertips through his dark hair.
“You better study,” you whisper, lips brushing his, “because next time—I’m letting you fuck me.”
omgg congrats on 100 i’m glad to be one of ur followers ur work is amazing i was wondering if u could write smut with jake and him filming idc for the plot the combination js came to mind thank uuu
☆ Tape Me - s.jy ☆
a/n: AHHHH this is so good! I hope you like it!!! <3
pairing: jake sim x fem reader
word count: 1.8k
genre: smut, y2k, established relationship
synopsis: It’s 2005 and your boyfriend finally paused his PS2 game so you can ride him. You bounce on him recording his fucked out face as he swears this isn't what the camcorder was for.
“Fuck you know those damn jeans drive me crazy,” Jake whispers as you straddle him on the bed.
His face is illuminated with hues of blue from the chunky television screen set up in the corner of his messy room. His goddamn PlayStation was messily hooked up to the grainy screen.
He finally paused his stupid game for you. The controller is somewhere tossed in the navy blue duvet covers. Finally giving you the attention you've been hinting at for hours.
It's confirmed. Your boyfriend is not the quickest at picking up hints
You grind your hips into his, a soft moan slipping from your perfectly glossed lips at the sensation. You reach down, popping the button of your lowrise jeans before pulling the zipper down.
"Jake you really aren't the best at picking up hints," you say with a weak chuckle as you lean in, gently capturing his lips with your own.
"If you wanted to fuck should've just told me..." Jake mumbles against your lips, his eyes half-lidded with desire as he kisses you messily again.
"Wanna fuck you Jake...let me ride this time?" You say breathlessly against his lips between messy kisses. Your hips still grinding into his, his hard bulge already straining against the zipper of his jeans.
"I would be an idiot to say no to that. God, you're so pretty.." Jake mumbles biting his lip as he pulls away from your mouth.
You sit up gently, your thighs still straddling his as you pull the thin fabric of your tank up and over your head. Jake watches with a stupid grin on his face.
He never gets tired of this.
You toss the fabric somewhere off the side of the bed, sitting up to give Jake a perfect view of your tits sitting perfectly in your bombshell bra with rhinestone straps.
His breath catches in his throat as his eyes linger on how the pink fabric contrasts gorgeously with your skin tone. His eyes linger lazily on how perfect it makes your tits look.
"You're killing me here—" Jake mumbles under his breath.
You let out a soft chuckle at his reaction before you lean back down, kissing him again with a satisfied moan. You suck gently on his bottom lip, causing his hips to jerk underneath you.
Jake whimpers as you gently part his lips with your own. Your tongue slips in briefly to taste him more. He's swiftly matching your energy, his tongue melting against your own.
Your hands fidget with the edge of his shirt. This time Jake takes the hint.
He lets out a soft groan as he reluctantly pulls his lips away from your own. Your lipgloss smeared across his swollen lips and down his chin.
He pulls his shirt up and over his head, revealing his toned muscles and porcelain skin beneath.
"Fuck" you curse under your breath at the sight. The warmth between your thighs only grows by the minute.
You can't wait for another second. You let your fingertips slip into the waistband of your jeans, pulling them down and over your hips in a swift motion. Your underwear is already damp as you toss it off the side of the bed.
Jake follows suit, his own jeans and boxers swiftly getting tossed aside. His cock springs free slapping against him. It's already hard and leaking with anticipation.
Jake lets out a sigh of relief as you lie back on top of him. The soft ringing of his CD player in the corner of his room cuts through the silence.
You gently rub against his hard cock, your wetness already providing a warm slip as the friction draws short breaths from both of you.
You bury yourself in the crook of his neck, the faint scent of his cologne lingering. Hollister.
"You seriously still wear Jake?" You tease as the familiar scent fills your senses. You gently place a gentle kiss on the soft skin of his neck.
"What makes it easy to remember which bottle I have when it's time to buy a new one," Jake says defensively.
"God you're so dorky. That's why I love you though." You say playfully in response. Your lips gently dragged against the pale skin of his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin to leave a faint mark.
Jake throws his head back, wincing through gritted teeth at the suction, his dark hair spread across the pillows.
You come up from his shoulder and that's when you notice it. A silver camcorder lying on his bedside table. Why on earth would he have that next to his bed?
"Jake, why do you have a camera by your bed?" You ask, brows furrowed with confusion. Your hips still grinding against his hard cock, wetness slipping between your bodies.
"Trust me it's not what you think," Jake says, his voice dropping an octave as he turns to look you in the eyes.
"What it's not like I've been filming myself—" Jake says weakly, his cheeks flushed a hot red telling you exactly what's been going on here.
"You little freak—always full of surprises." You say breath catching in your chest as you lean over, grabbing the silver camera off the bedside table.
Your brows furrow as you hold the camera, rotating it in your hands until you find the power button. You hit it once but the screen doesn't light up.
"Does this thing work—" You mutter under your breath as you smack the camera against your palm.
After a moment the screen lights up and so does your expression. You bite your lip as you look down at Jake. Heart beating fast in your chest.
You hit record.
You hold the camera in one hand and line his cock up with the other. Your thighs anchor yourself onto the mattress on either side of him as you notch his cock into your hole.
Jake's breath catches, his face flushed red from the feeling of your wetness on his aching cock. You smirk, pointing the camcorder straight at his face, catching every whimper as you sink down onto him with no warning.
Your grip on the camera tightens as you let him stretch you full. You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of being completely stuffed full of his girthy cock.
"Smile for the camera Jake..." You tease as you slowly start to ride him. Hips dragging up his length before slamming back down onto him bouncing with a steady rhythm.
Jake's large hands find your hips as you ride, his hands loosely guiding you up and down. His cock drags against your walls deliciously every time you slide back down.
You focus the camera on his face, the scene enough to make you wetter as you watch him whimper and moan through the small screen. The marks you left on his neck only stir you on more.
Jake is a mess, moaning, cursing, gasping your name with every roll of your hips. Just how you like it, and you're catching it all on tape.
"Fuck... you're so perfect gonna make me come on film," Jake says with a soft chuckle of disbelief.
"Is this what you wanted? Me soaking your cock on tape?" You tease, your hand gently resting on his shoulder to give you a better angle to thrust.
"Holy—God I'm so in love with this, with you" Jake confesses for the camera.
You continue to record.
Jake moans, the soft flush across his cheeks, It's turning you on. Your body doesn't hide the signs.
You're soaking, wetness causing extra slip as you ride, dampening the navy sheets below.
Jake whimpers, his hips jerking beneath you as he starts to lose control.
"Shit. give me the fucking camera.." Jake stutters out breathlessly.
You comply. His warm hands brush against your own as he turns the lens towards you. The film still rolling.
"Take off your bra for me, wanna see all of your gorgeous body," Jake says breathlessly as he watches you through the mini screen of the grainy camcorder.
You comply, still rocking your hips against his as you reach behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it fall from your body.
Jake zooms the camera in on your tits as they drop free of their restraints. He bites his lip, completely focused on perfectly capturing this moment.
Your hands reach up to cup the weight of your tits. Jake zooms in, capturing the details of you feeling yourself up.
"Look at how pretty my girlfriend is—" Jake narrates as he drags the camera lens away from your tits to focus on your face. Sweat running across your brow, your makeup is smudged and lipgloss now nonexistent.
"She's gonna make me come, she's a little too good at it." Jake continues as he drags the camera from your face to focus on where your bodies are joined.
"You gonna fill me up while the camera's rolling Jake?" You say as you pick up the pace, thighs burning as you ride him harder and harder.
Jake lets out a deep groan, his grip on the camera slipping for a moment as you pick up the pace. He keeps the camera focused on your wet pussy slamming down on his cock over and over again.
"Gonna fill you up so full—" Jake says as he's cut off with a shaky breath. His hips lift off the mattress, thrusting into you in time with your movements.
His cock drags against your walls deliciously. You curse and whimper as the warmth knots in your stomach. Your thighs shake as drive yourself close and closer to the edge.
"Fuck you're close, aren't you? You're squeezing me so good." Jake mumbles as he zooms in even more.
Your hand finds his free one, gently lacing your fingertips with his before you pin his hand down to the mattress. Your hips move faster with perfect rhythm, chasing your own release.
"Come with me Jake, for the tape." You say completely breathless.
"Three" Jake says, his voice a strained whisper as he twitches inside of you.
"Two," You say with a shameless grin, your thighs aching as you pulse around his invading length.
"One," You say together as you both let go.
You grip his hand tight as you slam down onto him one last time, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave. Hot release coats his cock as you ride out on top of him.
Jake buries himself deep inside you as he spills his load. Hot cum painting the inside of your pussy with delicious warmth. He lets out a soft sigh as he gently rocks into you, making sure not to spill a single drop.
"Goddamn, that was—" Jake whispered huskily, his attention shifting back to the camera in his hand as it beeps again.
His brows furrow as the camera beeps again before the screen goes completely black.
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