content: this is strictly for the bitches that are sick & afraid of their own mind like ME, little to no dialogue, stalking, dub con/non con, hitting, choking, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, etc etc...
a/n: I recommend listening to "she" by tyler the creator while you read. this work was written with that song in mind, hence the name. ideas, constructive criticism, and compliments are always welcome. thanks for reading <3
It rained all day. streets slippery with rainwater and mud, the earth outside your window was the same. big, chunky, steel toed boots sinking in the ground beneath them. he should've been more careful, removed his boots before he came in. maybe then he would've spared you the horror of finding muddy footprints inside of your home.Ā
he was sure that would be the last time he saw you. that you'd do the most obvious thing and call the police, tell them about the footprints, the squeaking floorboards in the middle of the night, the letters. or that time you woke up unexpectedly, peeked out the window to find him there.Ā
had he not blinked, you probably wouldn't have known. you wouldn't have screamed either, forcing him to flee.Ā
had he been in his right mind, he would've stopped hanging outside your window then. had you been in your right mind, you would've made sure your blinds were shut before you slept. you would've called the police.Ā
instead, you made him greedy. wanting to believe you might actually feel the same way, the notes became more frequent, longer, more passionate. he'd watch you read them too, swearing he could see a smile on your face each time you read one. swearing he might actually have a chance with you.Ā
he knew it when you made it easier for him to get in. he knows you purposefully left your back door cracked. in fact, he watched you. watched you contemplate between locking it, leaving it unlocked, or keeping it just a tad bit open.Ā
endless nights of following you home, memorizing your routines and schedules, watching you sleep, watching you unknowingly undress in front of your window, even those nights when you touch yourself under your covers, writhing and squirming until you finish.Ā
all those nights have finally paid off. he thinks that maybe, it was fate that he left those footprints on the floor outside your bedroom. after all, youāve finally accepted him.
so why are you screaming?Ā
he couldn't figure out why you weren't happy to finally see him. why you were so surprised when he told you that you two would be together soon. he didn't understand why you fought him off either.Ā
he watched you frantically reach for your cellphone on your dresser, and had you not been shaking so much you probably could've made the call while you had him stunned. but your mistake gave him enough time to recover. he made sure to break it before he came back for you. large hands covered by black gloves dragging you back to your mattress, forcing you on your back.Ā
he'll never forget the way you looked at him. eyes wide as if you've seen a ghost, body trembling yet frozen in your fear, frantically trying to make your eyes adjust so you can see the figure above you.
frozen when he reached into his pants, eager to finally be inside you after weeks of watching and waiting, after dealing with your endless teasing. you'd mumbled a plead for him to wait that fell on deaf ears, sunghoon too occupied with getting his cock free and forcing your legs open.Ā
"wait! w-wait! don't!"Ā he'd heard that one, but it was weak, barely audible even. had you really wanted him to wait or even stop, you would've screamed like you did just minutes before. you would've made it harder for him to force your hands away.Ā
you wouldn't have put on this skimpy little night gown either. you made it too easy for him for him to shove a hand between your legs and push the damp fabric to the side. didn't even try to hide your ecstasy when he finally got himself inside you.Ā
it was all he dreamed of and more. so much better than sneaking in under the guise of the night and getting off by himself after pulling your covers back. never once did he think he'd actually be on top of you, buried deep inside of your cunt instead of using your hand while you're sleeping.
much different to see you squirming, mouth hung open as you release sounds of pleasure despite your feeble attempts at trying to resist. your legs kick in the air, arms pressed to your chest as sunghoon keeps up with his ruthless thrusting. he's used to having you so easily pliant, and at his disposal.Ā
didn't expect you to be so coy, instinctively moving to cover your chest as if he hasn't seen everything already. he surely didn't expect you to reject his kiss just moments after, going as far as biting him.
"fuck!"
it makes him draw back, the metallic taste in his mouth making him realize you actually drew blood. it infuriates him, and his hand cocks back and comes across your face before you have time to dodge. he wraps a hand around your throat to serve as a warning, thumb and forefinger squeezing around your artery.Ā
it's just enough to force you into submission for the time being. enough for sunghoon to lean back in and kiss you properly this time. sloppy open mouthed kisses against your lips, leading down to your chest. he makes sure to leave marks along the way. whether its around your neck, across your chest, at your hips, your wristsā anywhere to make sure you don't forget this eventful night.Ā
his thrusts are rough enough to do the same, sure to leave you sore in the morning, maybe even the days following.
he only lets go of your neck when tears form at your eyes and you begin to claw at his wrists. a loud gasp fills the air, followed by a choked and frantic "stop, stop!"
had you not began to convulse beneath him and cry out sounds of pleasure in the immediate seconds following, he just might have.Ā
he has to swallow back a laugh when he glances between your legs to where the two of you meet. skin of your thighs and the fabric of his jeans saturated in your orgasm. all the more reason for him to believe you want this just as much as him.
he's just a few more thrusts behind you, stifling back his own groans as his hips begin to stutter, cumming inside of you without warning shortly after.
this is something heāll truly never forget. heāll make sure you donāt either.
just as long as you continue to keep your door open.
synopsis: you and jay have a complicated relationship thatās about to get much more complicated.
wc:3.3k+
a/n: breaking my hiatus with another work based on songs I listen to. this is loosely written off "there goes another vase" by 4batz. also, if you relate to this piece of fiction in ANY way, let that man go! as always, happy reading! ( content under cut )
content: angst, toxic relationship between reader & jay, jay sucks but so does reader, excessive cursing, arguing, mentions of cheating, verbal threats, hitting, slut shaming, name calling, dub con, unprotected sex, make-up sex, oral (f receiving), creampie, jays a lil mean :( , an insane ending lmaooo, etc etc. NOT PROOFREAD.
jongseong: pick up the fucking phone.Ā 9:13pm
jongseong: I'll kill you if you fuck him. you're still mine.Ā 9:21pm
"what about you?"
you don't know how to tell your date that you haven't been listening at all. not that he's even saying anything worthĀ actuallyĀ listening to. "not listening?" he laughs, to which you just smile awkwardly, sipping away at the drink in your hand. "one more please." you say to the bartender, turning back to your very boring date. you pray your drinks start to kick in soon, you donāt think you have many sober words left.
you ignore the second call that comes in, hitting the lock button on the side of your phone that rests on the countertop.
"another man, huh?" it's your third date with this guy and yet all he worries about is himself and what other men you might have in your phone.
he isn't applying nearly enough pressure to ask you such things. you don't answer, only sliding out of your chair, right after you down your drink. "This was fun, but-" he interrupts you there, hand wrapping around your wrist. "This is our third night out. You're still not gonna come home with me?"
of course you're not. he can't be that stupid to even think you'd lay down with him. "always cutting it short. is that what you usually do?" its almost like you're a magnet for shitty men. why can't you choose correctly just once?
"I've got work in the morning, sorry..." you hope that's enough of an answer, but he hasn't let go yet. "At least give me a kiss before you run off."
he reaches in his pocket, pulling out his card to pay for the tab. he passes it to the bartender, shifting his focus back to you. if that's what it takes to get out of here, fine. he stands to his feet, following you out the bar with an arm at your hip.
He follows you to your car, pressing you against the door of the drivers side. "You gonna come home with me the next time I take you out?" he presses his lips to yours briefly, pulling away to get a response from you. You nod, a soft "sure..." following. That terrible lie seems to be enough for him, pressing a hand against the top of the drivers side door, leaning down to give you a proper kiss.
he's always too aggressive. his teeth are clashing against yours, lips moving sloppily. "Mmm!" your hands grab onto his shoulders, holding yourself steady while his hand gropes at your ass, catching you completely off guard.
he's still kissing you, hand riding up your dress in the middle of the parking lot. "Wait!" you struggle, now beginning to try and push him off of you as he moves his kisses to your neck.
how stupid of you to not see this coming. give a man an inch, he'll take a mile.
"Not here!" your fingers dig into his shoulders, body tensing up when you feel his hand make contact with your flesh. again. "W-wait!" you repeat, looking at the number of people who eye the two of you weirdly as they leave the bar.
you somehow successfully manage to push him off in your drunken state, his body stumbling back in defeat. you pull your dress back down before immediately turning your back and reaching for the door handle.
a unexpected scream comes from an onlooker, then your date's body crashing against the ground beside you.
you don't register what's happening at first, but it quickly clicks.
Jay's above your date, fist repeatedly making violent contact with his face. "Jay!" you shout, reaching to pull him off the poor guy. "What is wrong with you?!" you're not even sure how he knew where you were- "Me?!"
he's got you by your arms, hands holding you tight enough to bruise. "What's wrong with you, huh?!" he looks furious. lips tucked, eyes wide with his brows furrowed. "I've been telling you to bring your ass home for weeks. Is this what you've been doing? Getting fucked at bars like some slut?" his hushed and accusatory tone startles you along with his words. "Huh?" he wants you to respond, wants you get loud with him right back. like you usually do.
"N-no..."
"Get in the fucking car." he pushes you away, walking towards his car he didn't bother to park correctly nor turn off. he'd hopped out his car immediately after seeing that dick touch you. doesn't matter how he knew where you were. what matters is he got to you just in time. if that asshole hadn't done something to you, you would've killed yourself trying to drive home.
...
you trip over jay as he pulls you out the car, "I feel sick, jay..." you moan, jay letting out a sound of distaste. "Wait until we get in the house- fuck! stand up!" he has to hold you upright, your legs jelly beneath you.
"drunk fuckin' slut!" he shoves you in the house, door slamming behind you both. you catch yourself on the wall, jay right behind you to make sure you don't completely tip over. "Can't even walk straight. Keep still!" his voice is louder now that he's got you inside. bending down to remove your shoes, he pulls you past the foyer once you're barefoot. Jay throws hisĀ keys on the table on the way in, dragging your limp body to the bedroom.
"Jay, I-" your words cut out, body slamming onto the bed once he gets you close. "I wasn't gonna have sex with him." you whine, jay pushing you right back down when you try to sit up. "I know. You know better than to do some stupid shit like that." he walks to your vanity a few feet away, pulling out a few makeup wipes.
he returns, knee dipping into the bed as he leans over you, wiping the wet wipes across your face. his face is relaxed now, features soft and handsome. much different than they looked earlier. you reach out instinctively, hands cupping his face.
"Why can't we be okay?"
its the liquor talking. you know why it can't work. or why it works for a few months until it all comes crashing down. it's been like this for awhile, endless arguments these past few months. little things setting the other off, turning into screaming matches at any time of day.
this time seems to be the worst. you've been staying at your friend's for two months while jay comes home to an empty house, empty bed. Jay doesn't respond, he knows it too, that you two should not be together. He's gotten the "let each other go" speech from his friends just like you.
but no one understands. only the two of you do.
You turn your back, looking up at the ceiling instead of Jay. he pulls you back, trying to turn you around to look at him before a sharp "Don't touch me!" comes from you as you shove his hands away.
"the fuck is wrong with you?!" he tosses the wipe to the side, straightening his back. "you should be glad I even laid a finger on you. who knows what you've been doing."
"Fuck you! You're always accusing me of shit you know I wouldn't do!" you shout, lifting your body off the mattress. "Didn't seem like it tonight. Almost had you bent over in the fucking parking lot." he knows it's not true, he saw clearly what happened. that's why he pounced on him like he did. he just needs something to throw in your face.
it's starting again, the fighting, the screaming and shouting. "You don't have any fucking shame? A guy buys you a few drinks and you give it right up like-"
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! you know that isn't true!" you know the two of you shouldn't be fighting like this. but he knows exactly what buttons to push, he knows exactly what hurts the most. "No, you shut the fuck up! Watch your mouth, I told you about that shit!"
"I don't know why you think you can talk shit about what I do with my body! We both know you fuck anything that walks." jay's told you multiple times to stop throwing that in his face. the one time he ever fucked up. he's apologized for it multiple times since then. "Fucked you, huh?"
A smack echoes through the room, jay's head whipping to the side with the sheer force of it. "Fuck you! Get the fuck out!" that's how your arguments usually end. one of you putting your hands on the other out of pure frustration. he'll grab you and shout, shake you a few times till you're crying. if you're not already. your approach is always more hands on. slapping, hitting, punching, until he backs off.
"Fuckin' bitch." It's low, mumbled as he walks away and out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
...
you left just as soon as you sobered up. slipping past Jay as he slept on the couch. there was no reason to stay. you won't wake up and act like everything's all fine and dandy like you two usually do. not this time. not after all the recent days you've spent crying. last night included.
your shared area doesn't even feel the same anymore. the air is heavy, living room evidence of how thing got the last time you fought. the day you swore you'd never involve yourself with him again.
broken glass in the corner where you threw a vase at him in a fit of rage, eyes glazed over in anger. you had barely realized you were doing it until it was already thrown, Jay having to duck to avoid getting hurt.
ā¦
"you need to block him." its something she's said to you plenty of times. but she really means it this time, "he called you a bitch. that isn't okay." her arms are crossed against her chest, seemingly angrier than you are. "Punched your date, too."
"he deserved it." you say, lookingĀ down at the red 'block contact' button. "again?!" your friend sighs, head rolling on her shoulders. "you're always excusing his behavior! That still doesn't make it right!" she grabs your phone, doing exactly what you've been trying to do the past thirty minutes.Ā "Don't unblock him. Don't reverse all your hard work." she gives your phone back to you, reaching for her own to do the same.
you wouldn't say it's hard work. only because you haven't really gotten anywhere in your attempts to forget about him. he won't let you.
"I don't get why you're in love with him anyway." you don't really know either. you lean back onto the couch you've made a bed out of, the topic laying heavy on your mind. "he's such an asshole. he's never done anything good for you-"
"that isn't true."
"what has he done except absolutely break you down and destroy you? ever since you started dating him-" you don't mean to snap at her, but you won't let her speak as if he wasn't the best thing that ever happened to you at one point in your life. all good things come to end, though.
"That's not true!" it's loud, and immediately has you apologizing. "sorry, I just...don't want to hear about how bad he is right now." it's not helping, not in this state. especially not when you're fully aware.
"jay is a lot of things but he's always been there for me. no matter what."
"he wasn't there for you when he had sex with that girl, was he?" that hurts, and she knows it. she can tell by the way your face scrunches up, and your eyes water. "he didn't mean it. he didn't even have sex with her." it sounds as if you're convincing yourself, it's honestly sad.
"he didn't have to put his dick in her to have sex with her. you know that." it's no point in arguing, nothing she says can make you feel better nor will it convince you to actually leave him. "I've been with him forever I- I can't be without him. I can't be by myself."
"that's exactly what he wants you to think! you have a family, friends who love you! you have a support system. you will never be alone." she quickly assures, leaning in to wipe your tears with the sleeve of her sweater.
"you deserve so, so much better than jay. you have to know that."
...
you don't know how you ended up here. thankfully jay isn't home yet, giving you enough time to explore the unchanged house you used to call home.
it's supposed to be you grabbing some things, most of your things so you can get more comfortable at your friends house. instead youre on the couch, picture frame in hand. he took it your first night in the house. the two of you snuggled up in bed.
"Just smile, baby. it's our first night together."
"i'm naked, jay!"
he took the photo anyways, pulling the covers back on your bodies before. it was sweet enough to have it on the coffee table, greeting guests as they'd enter the living room. it was always the center of attention whenever you had a new guest. some said it was inappropriate, some said it was sweet.
the sound of jay's car pulling into the driveway startles you, the familiar chirp urging you to move. to get out before he sees you.
you should've done this in the morning. you rush over to your things, grabbing your box on the floor as the front door opens, paralyzing you in place. your eyes dart around for anywhere to hide, but it's much too late. your car is in the driveway and your shoes are in the foyer, doesn't matter if he doesn't see you. he knows youre here already.
"What are you doing here?" it's been another long week without seeing each other. jay's more surprised because you have him blocked. he figured this was the last place you'd show up.
"Just...grabbing some stuff..." you put the frame behind your back, watching as he takes his jacket off and throws his keys on the counter. "I'll be quick." you reach down awkwardly, trying to drop it in your box of personal belongings without him noticing.
"what are you doing? why are you acting like that? get your shit and go." at least he's not yelling, but there's obviously some resentment in that statement. "I am." You scoff, eyes rolling as your turn around, you don't even get to put it in, jays reaching around you in record time.
"What is it? Give it to me." he yanks it from your hands, glancing down at the photo in the picture frame. "Why are you taking this?"
"you threw the other ones away..." you mumble, completely avoiding his eyes. "Yes. but why are you taking it?" he pries, so far you aren't explaining your reasoning to him. there's a long pause in the air, jay looking at you to see if you even plan on responding. "I said, why are you taking it?!"
"you don't hear me speaking to you?!"
"Because I miss you!" it makes your heart heavy, clench with all your emotions. your throat burns too as you swallow, trying to stop yourself from crying. "You miss me? If you missed me you'd come home, wouldn't you? you wouldn't be trying to take your shit while I'm not home, would you?!"
"why are you really taking it?" there must be another reason. you don't miss him, you wouldn't have him blocked if you did. "It's true!" you defend, face still turned away. "If you missed me you wouldn't have me blocked. you wouldn't have your friends block me. you'd let me get in contact with you- look at me!" he makes you, grabbing your jaw with a rough hand, turning your head around to him. you close your eyes tightly. you know if you look at him you'll burst into tears.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" it forces your eyes back open, blinking away multiple tears, though they still run down your cheeks. "Don't start that fucking crying. I mean it." he scoffs, pulling his hand off your jaw. he throws the picture on the couch just beside you before he puts multiple feet between you two.
"What am I supposed to do, then?!" you shout, stomping in place like you're some child. "We can't be together! You said it yourself!" of course he said it, you two were fighting like animals. people like that can't be together. "Don't put this on me! you've said it plenty of times too!"
"Why?! Why can't you try to make it work?!" you feel like youre fighting for your life, each thing you say, jay has a rebuttal. "I don't want to fight anymore! I hate it!" you're fully breaking down now, hiccupping, gasping for air. you probably look horrid. "Then get the fuck out."
you feel your body get hot, eyes clouded by your tears and rage. before you even know it you're grabbing the picture and chucking it right at his stupid head. "What the fuck are you doing?!"
you do it anyway, throwing it directly at him though it misses by a long shot, making contact with the wall and shattering instead.
"Stop it!" he finally grabs you before you can throw anything else. you're fighting with him, hitting him with hard fists on the chest, slapping him across the face, trying to push him off you.
"Stop! Why are you trying to hurt me?!" he overpowers you then, grabbing both wrists despite you fighting back. "You hurt me first!" you huff, chest heaving in anger.
"Why don't you love me anymore?!"
it's another shrill scream from you. one that makes jay flinch. you finally relax, threatening to fall to the floor, but jay holds you upright. "WhatĀ are you saying?" he's holding your sobbing body, voice soft and quiet. "You don't love me anymore!" this time he moves to the floor with you, holding your limp body in his arms.
he still isn't saying anything, looking at you with unreadable eyes and a blank expression. "cant we keep trying?" it's hushed, barely audible as jay lifts your upper body. "I do love you..."
"why are you saying I don't?" he's wiping away your tears, whispering to you, holding you like you'll break in his arms if he isn't careful. "you threw our pictures out." you respond, jay sighing. "I didn't. I just put them away." he confesses. he couldn't bring himself to get rid of them. that's why he kept one on the table.
"you won't try." you say, as if he actually hasn't been trying. "you know that's not true. I've been telling you to come home."
"but..." you breathe, trying to calm down before you speak. "but what?" it's a long silence before jay leans in.
jay didn't think you'd give in this easily, it shows just how willing you were to put everything aside to make up with him. you only speak up when he starts to undress you in the middle of the floor. "not here- jay-" you struggle between the kisses he's giving you, switching between your lips, neck, and newly exposed chest.
jay doesn't answer, nor make any attempts at moving you to the bedroom. instead, he pulls on your sweatpants and panties, pulling them down past your hips enough for him to slip a hand between your legs.
"jay, i said-" he answers this time only because you're pulling his hand away from your body. "I heard you, baby." there's a hint of frustration in his voice that you catch, opting to let his hand go.
he's right back at it, hand right back where it was. "Let me apologize first..." he mumbles against the skin of your neck, flingers slipping and sliding through your folds, teasingly brushing against the bundle of nerves there. it only makes you wetter in anticipation of what he means by that, letting out a moan of satisfaction when he finally presses against where you're most sensitive.
ācanāt you justāā your sentence trails off, blinking yourself out of the trance jays put you in by using his fingers. ājust tell me you love me?ā it isnāt that easy of course, jay responding with āyou know I love you, baby.ā instead of what you really want to hear.
āno, jay, Iāā he cuts you off with his lips, distracting you from the fact heās pulling your sweats and panties off. āyou gonna tell me who youāve been keeping yourself pretty for?ā itās odd, youāre freshly waxed, nails manicured to a french tip, roots touched up on your hair- youāre too well kept.
youāre completely naked at this point, without even realizing. heās got you in a daze. submissive to everything he does, everything he says. āitās for youāā your sentence is cut short when your back touches the cold tile flooring beneath you, goosebumps instantly covering your skin.
thatās all heād hear anyway, head already buried deep between your legs. the feeling is exhilarating. itās been forever since you were last intimate with him, and although it isnāt exactly what you imagined, you canāt help but to moan his name and tangle your fingers in his hair.
he fucks you with his tongue right to completion, skilled hands raised high to grope and pinch at your breasts as your back arches off the ground.
he kisses up your stomach and over to your neck as you come to, eyes blinking back open. youāre reaching out this time, hands fumbling with his belt, eager to get him inside you.
he doesnāt let you get too far, picking you up with strong arms and taking you to the bedroom. he lets you down softly, immediately moving to free himself of his button down and slacks before he gets back ontop of you.
itās comfortable silence from you both, jay maneuvering himself out of his briefs as he kisses your exposed skin. the two of you move together seamlessly, like clockwork. itās always natural when it comes to jay.
jay absolutely loves how you let him take the lead. heās right at your entrance, heavy breaths of anticipation from the both of you. it feels like forever before he finally pushes past your entrance. ābaby,ā jay speaks first, in a whine. his hips move slowly to start. long, antagonizing thrusts that only frustrate you further. āI missed you so much.ā he means it too, and you can tell by the way he says it. itās shared silence in the seconds following, if you donāt count the little outbursts from you.
youāve got your head all the way back, hands knotted in the sheets below you as jay moves his hip faster. he thought heād never see you like this again. in so much pleasure all you can do is call out his name, look up at him with those big, brown, eyes and moan out angelic sounds of pleasure like youāre a broken record. he captures your lips, and you melt into his embrace immediately. hands wrapped around him so tight, you want to make sure this moment lasts forever. jayās the first to pull away, head craned low to watch his own dick slide effortlessly inside of you, then right back out. youre watching too, both mesmerized at the sheer amount of intimacy youāre sharing.
ābaby,ā he moans out again, much like the first. ābaby, fuuuck.ā heās trying his hardest to wait for you, to let you get off before he does, but damn is it hard. ābaby, baby-ā he canāt stand it when you grip him like that, āI love you, I love you so muchā¦shiiit.ā jay is unbelievably close, watching you for signs that your almost close too. āI- I love you too.ā you force out a response, hands coming to hold your own legs open as jay keeps up with his relentless thrusts.
āI love this pussy, too, baby, I love it. fuck- give it to me.ā his grip on your waist tightens, jay using that as leverage to continue slamming his hips against yours. ājust like that, baby. fuckinā give it to me. give it to me.ā youāre unbelievably close too, āim so close, pleaseā¦ā the next few seconds are more filthy words from jay, begging you to let him cum inside, begging you to cum too.
he doesnāt even get an answer before he does, hips stalling a halt abruptly when you finally finish and he gets to cum inside of you. heavy breaths fill the air, jay pulling out and resting ontop of your body. he leaves soft kisses against your face as you come to, whispering quiet āI love youās and ādonāt leave me, baby, please.ā
he captures you lips in another soft kiss, arms wrapped around you so tight you think youāll snap in half. you respond eagerly, kissing through more of his sweet talk. he tells you everything you want to hear and more. āiāll treat you better, I promise.ā , āiām so sorry, babyā
āiām not leaving, jay.ā he finally relaxes after that, kissing you again before he raises up off of you and disappears onto the restroom. you quickly grab his phone from the pockets of his slacks and punch in his passcode. it opens right up to a period tracker. your period tracker. the message displayed makes your heart drop.
Day of Ovulation
high change of getting pregnant.
when you finally look up, jay is stepping out the bathroom with a wet cloth on hand. ājayā¦ā you speak, almost laughing in disbelief. jay stays quiet.
synopsis: sunghoon wants to get his hands on the popular indie band's guitarist at his uni. might come with some sacrifices though.
or the one where sunghoon betrays his friend for pussy (deserved!)
genre: smut, pw minimal plot.
characters: guitarist!reader, loser!sunghoon, mean!hyung line
wc: 3.6k
(content under cut)
content: bullying, homie hopping, betrayal, slight voyerism if u squint, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, sunghoon doesnāt believe in pulling out, dirty talking, minimal plot, etc etc
sunghoon first sees you at your university's summer festival.Ā
he meets you three weeks later when youre accompanied by heeseung. not exactly on his arm, but its rare to see him with a girl he hasn't slept with.Ā
sunghoon develops his newfound attraction to you then. when he sees you off stage, away from the big lights and loud music played by your guitar. sure you were pretty up there too, but up close, god. he can feel his heart thump in his chest the moment you step inside the room with your bandmates.Ā
he's heard the rumours, that the all-woman band in his university has a knack for attaching themselves to one male friend group a month. thanks to heeseung, he guesses, it's their turn now.Ā
there's four of them, and only one of you. plus the two other girls you came in with, who seem to have drifted right over to Jay and Jake. it doesn't bother him, really. he can pay way more attention to you without having to entertain some girls. he's quickly pulled from it though, when heeseung nudges him with his foot, "Dude, get the beers."Ā
It's embarrassing when you snicker, vampishly nudging his shoulder with an overly drawn out "Don't be so mean, hee." after sunghoon finally makes himself useful.Ā
He sets the cans on the table, watching as multiple hands reach out to grab them until the table is cleared. "You don't drink?" Your voice rings in his ears, coated with disappointment as you watch him shake his head. "He's always been like that, don't mind him."
.....
Sunghoon knows he shouldn't be letting the six of you treat him like this. making him store-run with his own money, ordering him around, expecting him to buy dinner everytime the seven of you go out.Ā
he only does it so he can glimpse at you every now and again. wants to get the most out of these last two weeks he probably has with you before you run off with another group of guys. even when he catches you talking about exactly who that next group is.Ā
You sent him out to buy you a pack of cigarettes just down the block as the other five bullshit around at the bar. He finds you outside, cigarette tucked between two fingers adorned with white nails. "Thanks, hoon" you really have to admit, this is a new dynamic. whenever you and your bandmates attach to a group of guys that outnumber you, the ones who aren't picked seem to fuck off.Ā
sunghoon either doesnt care, or enjoys being the groups water boy. either way, it's fucking weird having him constantly hovering around. "Sit next to me." You invite, scooting over and patting the area beside you. Of course he listens, sitting without a word.
you have to admit, you haven't heard him say anything other then small phrases. you don't even know if he's able to hold a conversation if you tried.Ā
"you're pretty quiet...are you always like this?"
That feels like a knife in the chest. he so badly wants to say no, that it's only like this because the six of you are too busy obsessing over each other to know he's even there. but he knows that's not true. he knows he's heard that too many times for it to not be true. "Yeah, kinda." It leaves him in a mumble, prompting you to shift your body to his to hear him better. over the sound of music from the bar and the sound of cars zooming by.Ā
"I've got another friend, do you want to meet her?"Ā
you don't mean harm by it, you're just curious if this is actually how he is, or if he's only acting this way because his friends are excluding him. which, you are too, but you can only handle one guy at a time. based off experience.Ā
"I'm fine, thanks." it's another mumble you can barely make out, but you know he's declining by the way he doesnt even look at you.Ā
he'd have a greater chance at being picked if he took those glasses off, put some bass in his voice and told his friends "no" once in awhile.Ā
you quickly decide it isn't your job to fix this man, and decide to leave to the next girl who comes around. hopefully she comes quickly enough for him to enjoy his youth. "I'll see you inside."
that leaves sunghoon with his thoughts. with the realisation that his first and likely last conversation with you went to shit just because he can't communicate properly.Ā
he can't help that you intimidate him. maybe its the fact that he knows that youre unreachable despite almost always being a few feet away from him. you're the same on and off stage, too high for him to reach. too pretty to even think of him the same way you think of heeseung.Ā
"Fuck!" it all settles into anger, resulting in an outburst louder than he'd like. it takes him a few minutes before he decides to join the group, eyes settling on you and heeseung tucked away in a booth together.Ā
.....
youre not sure what exactly made you change your mind.Ā
Maybe the fact that heeseung is boring the shit out of you, his head sucks, he doesn't really care about getting you off, or maybe sunghoon is just that much more interesting because of heeseungs recent performance.Ā
maybe its the fact that sunghoon isn't one of the men screaming and shouting so loud you can barely hear the notes from your own guitar. the fact that he's tucked behind heeseung in the crowd, though his eyes are still seemingly stuck on you. doesnt even seem like he's listening, he's just staring. observing from afar.Ā
two nights ago is what really solidified it for you. when heeseung rolled over after cumming once. without even thinking about trying to get you off, even when you pulled the "im gonna cum" line to get him to keep going. it wasn't hard to begin thinking about someone else. thinking about the boy who doesnt say much, barely says anything at all. is completely unreadable, and has no people skills whatsoever.
you haven't said much to heeseung. short texts since then. instead you've made plans to see sunghoon. away from his friend group.Ā
sunghoon is too thrilled to receive a text from you that Friday night almost immediately after your performance.he's supposed to be running to the store for heeseung, grabbing beers and shit for the guys-Ā what the fuck ever.Ā they're gonna turn into a beer if they keep drinking like that.
he doesnt even think twice. you don't even think twice, sending the location of your studio before he can even respond.Ā
it takes him virtually no time to wander off, shoving away Jay when he tells him he's going in the absolute wrong direction. that the store isĀ that way,Ā not that way. his eyes darting around to find the building your studio is inside of.Ā
its not hard for him to find a door with the name of your band plastered right in-front of it. unlocked.Ā
you're tucked against the wall when he comes in, those same prettily manicured hands that often hold a cigarette, strumming at the strings of your blue guitar that sits on your lap. still in the same outfit you wore onstage, making this all the more surreal.Ā
the soft click of the door is what pulls you from it. "Lock it, yeah?" Sunghoon can barely hear you over the loud thumping in his chest, still he manages to do just that. awaiting another order from you. "You can sit. There." the way he moves is awkward, eyes moving around the room, looking at anything but you once he finally sits.Ā
you move your guitar from your lap, joining sunghoon on the leather couch. so close your shoulder brushes against his. "Did you like it? the song, I mean..."
sunghoon only nods, eyes still avoiding yours. "You can talk to me, you know. I don't bite..." he doesn't shy away when you reach out to touch his arm.Ā
usually a guy would gush about how sexy you look on stage, ask to touch your guitar, ask you to teach them a few chords. you don't expect him to fall for the bait, nor notice your attempts at flirting.Ā
your only other option is to not beat around the bush, tell him exactly what you what from him. "I called you here 'cause I wanted to tell you liked you, hoonie." wasn't at all what he was expecting to hear from you next, not when its well known that you're with heeseung.Ā
"You like me too, right? that's why you stick around even though you don't have to." you have no evidence to back this up, might even be super far fetched, but its worth a try. "Yeah, but, you've got heeseung." not too far fetched it seems, "But I want you, hoon." you quickly shake your head,Ā Ā Ā leaning your upper body against his shoulder.Ā
sunghoons got a million things going through his head at once. the fact that if he does anything with you he'd be betraying a long time friend, him being so incredibly turned on beyond belief just because you've got your tits in his hands, almost. the visual of you leaning in to kiss him right now, not knowing whether or not to kiss you back or push you away when you finally do.Ā
you think he's going to. going to push you away and take the side of his friend that wouldnt think twice about doing this with you if the roles were reversed. he's continuously proved you wrong though, wrapping his arms right around your waist.Ā
he'd be absolutely stupid to not kiss you back. he can't believe he even thought about rejecting you. cant believe he thought about sparing heeseungs feelings.Ā
the incessant ringing in his pocket forces you two away, a soft "Sorry..." leaving him as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.Ā
speak of the devil.Ā
"What the fuck, you left thirty minutes ago dude!", "hurry the fuck up, seriously."Ā
you can't stand to hear that asshole yelling at him over the phone. he thinks he's hot shit just because he's the oldest and they all listen to whatever he asks. "Don't let him talk to you like that, hoonie..." It's low enough for sunghoon to hear only, "stick up for yourself, hm?"
Sunghoon would rather shoot himself in the foot than look like a fucking loser infront of you. your hand rubs encouraging circles against his chest, head resting on his shoulder. "Get it yourself. I'm busy." he makes sure it's firm, just so you know thatĀ he isĀ standing up for himself. "What?! No, I told you to do it. that means do it now. not when you feel like it."Ā
"You didnt fucking hear me? I said I'm busy. Tell Jay to get off his ass and do it for you." you can't lie, that soundsĀ soĀ hot coming from him. it puts a smile on your face, only because you knew he had it in him. even if it did take a little encouragement from you. "Hang up." this time you make sure your words are loud enough to go through that speaker, making sure heeseung hears you.Ā
"Who are you with?"
With heeseung in his ear, and you practically on his lap and pressing kisses against his cheek, it's clear he needs to get off the phone. "Don't worry about it. It's not your fucking business." it's just as harsh as his words before, and yet all heeseung can say is "Who the fuck are you with, sunghoon?!"Ā
he knows exactly who he's with. that goes without saying, especially when you whine a "Pay attention to me, hoon..."Ā right. into. the mic.Ā
you both can hear heeseung go absolutely ballistic as you push the phone away from sunghoon's ear, cupping his face so you can finally get back to kissing him. you're sure heeseung got a earful of heavy breaths and kisses before you finally make sure the call disconnects.Ā
Sunghoons new found confidence comes with a bit of dominance to it seems, leading the kiss even when you straddle him and immediately grind against him. his hands instinctively move to hold your hips, only cause he wants to seriously focus on kissing you for awhile. wants to enjoy the taste of your lipgloss after he pushes his tongue past your lips.Ā
neither of you can really do that though, not when you're both pulling at each others clothing at the same time. you want his pants off to see what he's working with, and he wants a tit in his mouth. your hands are constantly fumbling around each other, so much that you pull away with a laugh. you quickly pull your shirt off, tossing it to the side.Ā
he's got an eyeful of your tits in your cheetah print bra, and an even bigger one when you reach behind your back to take it off. he's practically drooling, mouth hung open, focused right on the metal that runs through each nipple.Ā
"holy shit."Ā
he nearly cums right then and there. maybe he does, he's not too sure, wouldnt be surprised if he did. especially because when he does get a tit in his mouth, its absolutely euphoric. coldness of the metal pressed right against his tongue, grazing his teeth. your other tit sits perfectly in his hand that's switching between groping, and tugging right on your sensitive nipple.
your hands are fumbling under his shirt, trying to unbuckle his belt so you can stick hand in his pants just to cop a feel. a soft "Can I eat you out?" stops you. how can you ever say no to such a request?
You nearly fall trying to get off of him quickly so he can find a spot between your legs. suddenly the size of his dick doesnt matter, as long as he's good at this. which, he quickly proves that he is. doesnt even bother taking off your panties, nor your skirt for that matter. he just flips it up and pushes your panties to the side.
your jaw falls open, hands immediately reaching for the head between your legs. the feeling his tongue brings is pure bliss. he knows exactly where the clit is, when to switch from licking to sucking, when to push two fingers inside and- "Fuck!" he's just barely started, yet you're already this much of a mess.Ā
its not his fault he can't stop mouthing away at your cunt, moaning each time his tongue flicks against your clit. you just tasteĀ so good,Ā no matter how much he licks away at you, it isn't nearly enough to satiate him. he has to pull away, take those damned glasses off his face so he can bury himself deeper between your legs.Ā
His fingers plunging in and out of you to match the rhythm and speed of his tongue only tighten that coil in your stomach. if he manages to make you cum from this, you'll be keeping him a lot longer than usual. especially because he seems to be enjoying this just as much as you do. moaning each time your hands tug on his hair and you grind against his lips.Ā
You're unable to stop the plethora of sounds that leave you with each flick of his tongue and movement of his fingers. it's no surprise that you're just minutes away from succumbing to your orgasm."Don't stop!" Sunghoon doesn't dare think of stopping, keeps his pace steady as he eases that orgasm right from you. his eyes lock right on your face, watching as your brows furrow and your face contorts beautifully after your "I'm cumming!" he eats you through it and then some, until you stop squirming, and your grip loosens on his hair.Ā
You genuinely believe you've seenĀ god, that he told you toĀ never everĀ settle for anything other than this. Sunghoon emerging from your legs with the same fingers that were previously inside of you now tucked between his lips, makes you wonder if he's god with the way he just sucked your soul right out of you.
you watch as he undresses himself. unveiling a surprisingly built figure you didn't know he had. and the fact thatĀ he's hungĀ on top of all that. can't deny, you can't wait to figure out of he's as good with his dick as he is his mouth.Ā
neither of you think twice about a condom, not when he climbs on top of you and kisses you again. you'd be fine with just this, honestly. just kissing him all night. "Ready?"
you think its really cute that he asks, not saying the bar is in hell, but its still a nice gesture. you smile up at him, a soft "yeah" and a head nod is all it takes. he shoves a hand between your bodies, lining himself up with your entrance.
you wince as he slides in, sunghoon watching intensely for any other obvious signs of discomfort. his jaw falls open, forehead pressed against yours once he finally bottoms out. he gives you a second before his hips retract and slow meet yours once again. you're relieved he doesnt immediately begin to pounce on you, as this is enough to have you clawing at his forearms.Ā
youre just so tight, sucking him right back in anytime he pulls away. the constant clenching and trembling of your walls around him is enough to have him cum just from these very soft and cautious movements of his.
his lips find yours again, kissing through the next few thrusts in which he goesĀ impossiblyĀ deeper, and quicker. "Fuck, you're so wet..." those words force a moan out of you that you didnt know you were holding. "Pussy's creamin' already." so not only does he know exactly what he's doing, he's talking you through it too.Ā
you'd be satisfied if today was your last day on earth. if you died right here, right after hearing those words leave his mouth. you had no idea he had all this in him. that he was even the type, honestly. you know what they say about the quiet ones though.
you don't even have to tell him faster, its like he's reading your fucking mind. like he's became one with you so he knows exactly what to do and when to do it. its the first time you haven't had to coach a man through the entire thing. that is, if you want to get off. you'll be damned if you let this one get away.Ā
"holy shit" he moans above you, forcing your legs over his shoulders so he can fuck deeper. you cant squirm like this either, forcing you to lay and take every single inch he's giving you. it doesnt matter how hard you push at his hips so he can take maybe an inch or two out of you, he's unrelenting.Ā
"Hoon!" you shout, hands grabbing at the soft leather below you one you realize he's not stopping anytime soon. his thrusts are quick and short, sharp. the sound of skin slapping, moans, and the like fill the studio. more vulgar words and praises leave him, only adding to the overwhelming pleasure youre receiving from him. "Gonna keep fucking this pussy open till you stop squirming."Ā
to be loved is to be heard. to be loved is to be seen. to be loved is to be fucked. hard.Ā
"Sunghoon!" your breath quickens, heart thumps in your chest when you realise he's almost fucked you into another orgasm. there's no need to say it, he knows after observing you just once.Ā
" 's so big, 's too big!" you're either gonna cum so hard you pass out, or he's gonna split you right in half. either one. you'll be fine with both, really.Ā
the fine details are irrelevant, what matters is the absolute euphoria your walls give. his balls are so heavy and full, aching to finally release a load. he's almost there, right with you. insisting, telling you that you're gonna keep taking him until you finish. not before.Ā
"Hoon, i'm-" it's incredible when you finally do. your walls contract so hard, your body convulses, a string of loudly drawn out sounds of ecstasy leave you before you're even able to tell him.Ā
you swear you're ascending, cumming so hard you can't even hear sunghoon coax you through it. it's the first time you ever have tap out. having to beg him to stop for just a second. you're just soĀ overwhelmed.Ā
he does, kissing your chest soothingly, though not for long. he does give you a second. one second and then he's back at it again. chasing his own high. "I'm gonna cum. Holy shit."Ā
his hips come to a hard halt. slamming into your hips one more time as he fucks his cum right into you. "Fuck!" it vocalizes in a jumble of moans, heavy breaths, and one tight grip on your hips.Ā
he collapses ontop of you thereafter, pulling himself out of you with a hiss. his face nuzzles in your neck, leaving soft kisses there. it's almost no surprise that he's ready for round two minutes after.Ā lifting himself off of you with a big dorky smile, and "Can we go again?"Ā
heeseung hyung
i'm gonna fuck you up for this.Ā Ā 11:42pm
characters: husband/dad!heeseung, wife/mom!reader, āuncleā!jake at the end, seung (reader & heeseungās son)
wc: 2.8k
content below cut. (plz readā¦or youāll be v surprisedā¦)
content: established relationship, mentions of pregnancy & marriage, domestication, reader is a stay at home mom, body insecurity, body description, SLIGHTTTT dacryphilia, lactation, love making, tit play, pussy eating, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (hun, love, baby, etc.), praise, etc etcā¦
A /N: iām experimenting in my writing (still tame imo)! this might not be everyoneās cup of tea n thatās ok <3 thanks for reading!!
"dinner looks great, hun." heeseung slides in, slipping a hand around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek.Ā it startles you, whipping your head around to him, soft smile plastered on his face.Ā
"Didn't hear you come in." you mumble, returning his smile before you continue the dishes. "Got you something." he pulls away, shuffling behind you, "give me a second, hee." you need to finish these dishes tonight. it'll be pain the ass tomorrow if you don't. "Did you put Seung to bed? Told you I wanted to see him, hun." he says, immediately noticing how quiet the house is tonight. lights dimmed, living room picked up and neat instead of the usual plethora of toys. "he got fussy."Ā
"Baby, come on-"Ā he nags, only because you have barely looked at him since he stepped in. no 'how was work, honey?' and a cheerful smile like usual.Ā
"Give me aĀ minute, heeseung!"Ā
there's a long pause in the air, making you immediately regret raising your voice, dropping the plate in your hand back into the soapy water, "I'm sorry."Ā
heeseung told you to not let it get like that. he told you to not stress yourself out when you both found out you were pregnant. he knew this would happen. it was inevitable. but you promised him. "Look at me."Ā
"Oh, hee..." you immediately soften, face falling into your hands once you see the beautiful, huge bouquet of flowers in his hands. he sets the bouquet down on the island, quickly moving to wrap his arms around your crying figure. you quickly accept the embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Why are you crying?" he chuckles, rubbing his hand on your back soothingly. "I'm sorry!"Ā
"It's okay, love." he pulls you off of him, wiping away your tears. "so pretty." he leans in to kiss you, using his thumbs to wipe the rest of the stray tears.Ā
Heeseung is so good to you. he always has been. when you met him six years ago, when you married him three years ago, and when you gave him his firstborn a year and a half ago.Ā his love has been unconditional, unwavering, always consistent. all you could ask for and more.Ā
"I told you not to stress yourself out. You can ask me for help." he's smiling, despite your continued tears. you feel so awful. "But you're working-" he stops you there, "so are you, love." he knows that being a stay at home mom is a lot, a lot more demanding than his silly little corporate job. "what are you handwashing the dishes for, anyway? we've got a dishwasher."Ā
"cause, it's a lot to run it..." he sighs, face shifting to a scowl. he hates when you talk about the price of things, bills, anything with money. "It's not, and that's not for you to worry about." it's firm, almost scolding. but you know it's just because of the many times he's had to tell you to not worry about the bills. not that you've seen one in years.Ā
"Get in bed. I'll finish up." he pulls away then, moving to the sink. you scurry behind him, grabbing a vase to put the flowers in. "Bed, babe. I'll do that too."Ā
"let me warm up your food-" he doesn't have to say much, turning with a dissatisfied expression across his face as he leans on the counter. "Get upstairs." you know better than to argue after the third time, so, you do as told.
...
he joins you just an hour later, walking in on you fumbling with the baby monitor, making sure it's on and working before you set it on the bedside table. he eyes you, wet hair stuck to your shoulders and neck, saturating the t shirt you have on.Ā
he grabs your hand, pulling you back to the bathroom. he places you infront of the mirror, reaching for the hair dryer in the cabinet. "Did you even towel dry it? you're soaking."Ā
"Thought I heard Seung crying..." you mumble, heeseung running a brush through your hair. "That hairdryer- Dyson. it's so expensive. you won't even use it."he grabs a towel, gently drying each lock of your hair, then your neck and shoulders.Ā
"I do use it!" five times since he got it for you during Christmas. You'd brought it up maybe once, showing him a video on TikTok of some influencer using it. it was probably the millionth video you'd showed him. still, he paid attention. "Sometimes." he agrees, flashing you a playful smile in the mirror.Ā
"you don't have work to do?" you look at him through the mirror, squeezing the water out of your hair with the towel. "Work? While i'm at home with my wife?" he turns on the hairdryer after, running it over your now damp hair.Ā
this week he's been coming home without his laptop. spending almost no time in his office downstairs, instead getting into bed with you every night after work.Ā
you hadn't said it out loud, but he knew you were bothered by sleeping first. sleeping next to an empty space that he only filled from the hours of 1am to 6am. disappearing into his office right after dinner. you continue watching him through the mirror, fond smile on you lips as he finishes. his eyes catch yours, mouthing a playful "what?" before he shifts his eyes back to your hair.Ā
he turns off the hair dryer, using a brush to smooth out the now dry hair. he guides you out the bathroom, stopping you in front of your shared dresser.
reaching for the bottom of your tee, he pulls it up, only stopping when you step back and push his hands away. "come on, you gotta get out of this. it's wet."Ā
"I'll do it."
"Babe, really."Ā
you surrender at that, raising your arms so he can lift your shirt above your head and get you a new one. Only he has his gaze locked on yours...trying to remember the last time he was intimate with you. the last time he saw you undressed. you notice his expression change, unfamiliar glint in his eyes.Ā
had it really been that long?Ā
"What, hee? you're staring..." you ask worriedly, afraid he might not like what he sees. you damn sure don't look like the woman he married, not after having his child.Ā
each time you look in the mirror you're reminded, each time you look at your wedding pictures, each time you get naked infront of him, each time you look at your son.Ā
your arm lays against your chest, holding your breasts as you reach for another shirt. Heeseung's way quicker, grabbing your arm before you can reach it. "Wait."
his lips are on yours seconds later, pulling your body flush against his, trapping you in a very passionate kiss.Ā
you know what he wants when he kisses you like that. when he pulls you in by your waist and holds your cheek with one hand. when he lifts you up and takes you bed, placing you against the mattress softly. your stomach flutters with excitement, eager to experience a different type of intimacy with him.
he pulls away, pulling at his tie with one hand and letting it fall to the ground, undoing a few buttons of his shirt after.
he connects your lips again as wall as your groins, grinding softly through kisses. it's enough to get you worked up, moaning into the kiss when he gropes at a tit.Ā
he gives it some love with his mouth too, sucking one and squeezing the other. its enough to stimulate your ducts, breasts tingling as they secrete milk. he purposely squeezes a nipple, milk spilling from the ducts, as you squirm beneath him. his skilled hands force a moan from you, his tongue swirling as he sucks, likely making your other breast leak too.Ā
his hips rut against yours, grunting at the little bit of friction it gives. he's gotta get out of these slacks, and fast. he pulls his mouth away, kissing down your chest and abdomen, paying special attention to those areas he knows youre insecure about.Ā
your lower belly that's riddled with stretch marks and hips that look the same from carrying his child. he wouldn't trade you for the world, not when you've given him the best gift on gods earth. a family.Ā
he pulls your night shorts down with one motion, doing the same with your panties before he spreads your legs. his kisses move to your thighs, stopping when he reaches your core. he moves your hips to the edge of the bed, kneeling before you. "Fuck.." he feels his mouth water just looking, pushing your legs before he dips his head between your thighs.Ā
six years and every time feels like the first. six years and neither of you can get enough.Ā
he always takes his time, soft kisses against your pussy to start, soft licks against your clit when he slides his tongue through your folds, huge hands that knead at the flesh of your thighs to stimulate you even more. he gradually moves to sucking, tongue flat against the little bundle of nerves, forcing moan from you.
your eyes flutter closed, sinking further into the mattress as you reach for his hands.Ā
your fingers intertwine perfectly, much like they did the first time you two met in college. he was sweet then, he's even sweeter now. always, always so compassionate and caring, even more since you've gotten married.Ā
he watches from between your legs. eyes shut, brows furrowed, mouth agape as you let out the prettiest moans. matching the pretty expression you have.Ā
he knows you like the back of his hand, sucking your clit just how you like it. your back arching off the bed tells him so. especially when you remove a hand from his, sliding it through his hair instead to swirl your hips.Ā
"oh, god- hee!"
he can hear your breath quickening. short and shallow through endless curses as your orgasm builds. "fuck, baby, i'm cumming!" it hits you like a truck, heeseung moaning as you cum right on his tongue, nothing else. holding your hips steady so he can eat you through it. through the soft convulsions and quiet moans, hands that grip his and his hair.Ā
heeseung finally pulls his lips way, rising from the floor with lips coated in your arousal. he doesn't lick them, keeps them wet and moist so he can lean down and kiss you. he's letting you taste yourself as well, sliding his tongue past your lips to give you sloppy, wet kisses.Ā
you pull at his button up, pulling it from his slacks, moving to remove his belt right after. you pull away from the kiss, pulling at the buttons with frantic hands. "help me, hee..." you mumble, looking up at the man above you. he forces you both up, reaching to unbutton his pants as you work on those damn buttons.Ā
"take your time, darlin'. Im not going anywhere." he kisses your forehead gently, capturing your lips again once you finish. you push his shirt off his shoulders, only satisfied when you hear it make contact with the wood flooring below. "tell me how you want me." you barely manage to get out between kisses. he doesn't respond for a minute, focusing on kissing you before he makes up his mind.Ā
"bend over." he pants, catching his breath from the very heated kiss. you do as instructed, turning around to bend over for him. his hands immediately attach to your hips, one hand pressing against the small of your back, guiding you into position. "Arch that back, yeah..." he pulls you back against his dick, hard length sitting right between your ass. he retracts, sliding his length through your folds, coating it in your arousal.Ā
you can feel him line himself up with your entrance, head of his cock just barely penetrating, pausing before he decides to fully slip inside. a soft cry leaves you,Ā leaning yourself away from the intrusion that has your walls stretching. "Uh-ah, keep that back arched for me baby." that makes you whine, forcing yourself back into position as he pulls you right back on his cock. "Good girl..." he coos, hand rubbing softly against your back to soothe you, legs already trembling just from him sliding in.Ā
he takes you painfully slow, pulling half his length out, pushing it back in, in a long drawn out movement. his eyes are stuck right where you suck him back in, despite your little noises that tell him you're struggling with it. he barely has to move his hips, you're pushing back on him likely without even realizing.Ā
"Fuck," his dick is soaked, coated in your wetness, glistening in the soft light coming from your bedside lamp. He grabs both hips, taking over your soft and cautious movements, replacing them with his own. Still slow, but much deeper, holding your ass to his hips each time he pushes himself back in.Ā
"Taking it so good, baby." heeseung doesn't know why you're always so caught up in your own thoughts. each time he fucks you like this, you forget all about your silly little insecurities. It's all proof of the woman you are today, anyway. the mother and wife he's built within you.Ā
"Hee..." you reach a hand back to hold his, heeseung quickly pinning your arm behind your back, hand clasped within yours. His movements increase, throwing his own head back as your body drives him to near madness. you sink further down, hand knitting into the soft fabric of your cream coloured duvet.Ā
so deep, so big. he's hitting all the right spots, bending over you to reach and grab a tit. he squeezes at the flesh, mouth steady kissing on your shoulder as he fucks you near completion. the both of you. "fuck, baby! harder!" nothing but a word, he happily obliges. he's been waiting for you to say it since he started. "Yeah?" his breaths shallow and short as he fucks into you harder, a loud moan of approval from you forcing a smirk on his lips. "Yes! god, heeseung!" from his lips on your neck, to the way his balls repeatedly slap against your clit, you're already there before you realise. "Like that, yeah, let it out."
you grab at his flexed arms beside you, crying out as you both ride out your orgasm together. Heeseung's hips stutter as cums inside you, sloppy uncoordinated thrusts pushing more waves of pleasure through you. "Shit." He blinks through the haziness coursing through his body, only pulling out when both of your breaths return to normal.
you stay even when heeseung leaves, relaxing your body against the bed. he comes back, turning you back over so he can clean you up, laying next to you right after.Ā
comfortable silence fills the air, heeseung pulling you into his arms when you snuggle up close. "I love you, hee."
"I love you more, baby."Ā
...
"Say hi!" you grab your sons arm, waving at the man in the doorway. "My big man! Say hi to uncle Jake." he takes the baby from your arms, bouncing him in his. "Where's your dad, big man? always leaving mommy to do the work, huh?" you move to the kitchen, starting the coffee maker for heeseung.
"Dad is doing laundry." Heeseung emerges, passing Jake the diaper bag. You furrow your brows at that, heeseung hadn't said anything about Jake taking Seung. "Morning." he slips behind you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Seung is-"
"You need a break." he quickly interjects, eyebrows raising when you don't immediately respond. "What? You don't wanna spend some time with me?" it's sly, the way his hand slips under your shirt to grab the soft flesh of your ass. Ā "I was the only man in your life at one point, you know." he smiles, moving his hand back to a more appropriate position. "Whatever." you laugh, eyes shifting over to Jake who's preoccupied with your son. You slip past heeseung, going to say your goodbyes. "Thanks, Jake. You really-"
Heeseung's familiar hiss of disapproval stops you. Jake simply laughing, "It's all good. My girlfriend wants to see him anyway. she calls it playing 'house'."
"Marry her and have your own, dude." heeseung comes over, kissing his sonās cheek. "Yeah, yeah." he's always dismissive when the topic comes up, but you know he's just waiting on the right time. "I'll take off then." Jake smiles at the both you before he makes his way to the front door. Heeseung pulls you in as you both wave Jake and your son goodbye.Ā
SYNOPSIS: in which jake is your little brothers best friend that knows absolutely no boundaries when it comes to you.
GENRE: smut, pwp.
CONTENT: jake is super whiny, one-sided pining, reader is slightly older, overuse of the word ānoonaā, jake def has a thing for older women, mentions of drinking, masturbation (m), mentions non consensual groping, mentions of verbal threats.
jake is everything but a pleasure to be around. endless flirting, groping, threats aimed at your boyfriend, and other unspeakable things. all done where no one can hear you beg him to just leave you alone, just this once. or hear him grumble about how much he likes you, and wonāt stop.
jake is like your brother too, just a little bit more annoying. although his actions can be a bit much, you know heās a kind hearted boy deep down with pure intentions. even if his actions can be a bit much. itās nothing you canāt handle.
your never bring this up to your brother either. never would you deny him of a friend just because he has a very insatiable desire for you. boys will be boys! your friends say their siblings friends develop little crushes on them too. but jakeās feelings and wants for you are not little.
so, itās no surprise that he calls you late at night after a night of drinking with your younger brother. overcome by the feeling of needing to hear his best friends older sister. just to settle him. thatās it.
your phone rings next to your pillow, pulling you from your slumber. it takes a minute for you to roll over, sighing when you pick up your phone and see āsim jakeā written across the screen.
āhmm? what is it?ā
you know heās been drinking. thatās why you donāt hesitate to answer. āJustā¦thinking about my noona.ā his noona. youāre always referred to that way. his voice is slow and slurred, hinting at just how much heās drank by now. āare you drunk?ā
you have to say you're flattered. extremely. to be on his mind even when heās drunk and has likely been around plenty of drunk women says a lot. āa lil- little bit..." you hear an exhale come through the speaker, and another noise follow. "jake, how much did you drink? do you need me to come get you?" youāre sitting up out of your bed, ready to throw on clothes and leave just incase he does need you. thereās a short pause before you hear his voice again.
āCan you- fuck... can you say my name again?" he sounds out of breath, and you can faintly hear some very suspicious sounds coming from the other end. those words mark a new boundary thatās been broken. adding to the multitude of broken boundaries. "what are you doing?" his tone sounded very suggestive, and it makes you stop, pressing your phone closer to your ear. "Thinkin' about you, noona..." he responds, and this time, he moans. "Jake..." you donāt mean to feed into him. not all all. you're just utterly shocked and at a loss for words. but most of all, worried about this would affect your relationship with him. "oh, fuck.ā he's shameless in the way he moans, loud and whiny, begging you to say more. "tell me, noona..." he starts, moaning directly into your ear... "y-your panties...what color are they?"
ātheyāreā¦red..ā
"ahhh, shit." you can hear him struggle with himself like he's imagining you in red panties , likely doing something lewd. "today...in the kitchen. did you like it? when I touched you?" ātouchedā is too sweet of a word to describe what he did to you. groped, manhandled, fondled, is better. overpowering you when you tried to push his hands away from your chest, beg him to stop before your brother sees. tell him he must learn how to control himself.
āyou cant...touch me like that...it isnāt right.ā those are words youāve said to him a million times before. words that go through one ear and out the other without a second thought. "cant help it. fuck, fuck, i'm so close! keep talking, please noona!" you can hear him increase speed in whatever he's doing, which, sounds exactly like he's jerking off.
"you're so pretty, too pretty, noona..." he rambles on in his fit of pleasure. telling you how much he wants to kiss you, and fuck you between very loud moans. "wish I could cum in you instead...agh! I gotta have you...gotta make you mine." his words bring heat to your cheeks despite the vulgarity of it all. "Jake..." you start, the other seemingly seconds apart from coming undone. "yes? yes, yes, noona!" he pants over the phone, whining and struggling to hold himself back from cumming before you get to respond. "maybe one day." those words from you are all it takes, a "fuck i'm gonna cum! i'm cumming! fuck!" being yelled into the speaker as he releases every pent up emotion he has for you in the form of one intense orgasm.
so no out of bounds part two ?? :(((( I really wanted them to actually get together TT
nonnieā¦so sawryā¦itās not that romantic! >_____< are we forgetting that oob!jake is not a good person ??____?? reader js wants him to beā¦sheās in de nile š
read out of bounds here.
cw for dark themes. mentions of noncon/dubcon.
I canāt see them getting together tbh. atleast not officially. itās mentioned that reader has a boyfriend that jake is not fond of. if anything further happens itās probably not with the consent of readerā¦not that anything else was anw. š
like jake starts calling more and more while sober bcs he got away w it the first time. reader js had to be stupid and say āone dayā to try and satiate him but it makes everything so much worseā¦bcs now he thinks he has a chance. everything else falls into the same pattern.
heās more aggressive with his attempts to get at her. the threats continue, the groping becomes even more frequent. now heās doing it when and where he can potentially get caught.
eventually he just snapsā¦he decides today is that day. he has to have her one way or another. he prob doesnāt even realize what heās doingā¦he js needs her soooo bad :((( like heās finally got himself a lil taste
but ofc reader letās him get away w that tooā¦ n it puts so much stress on her relationship that she breaks up with her boyfriend.
itās a lot of things she doesnāt admit, tooā¦like the fact that sheās been sneaking around, jake is way better in bed & she did break up with her boyfriend bc thereās someone elseā¦prob will use some bullshit excuse like āi just donāt think itās gonna work out!ā & āitās not you, itās me! really!ā
ofc jake is in her ear through the entire breakup. literally and figurativelyā¦if u kno what I mean. doesnāt even give her time to heal! heās in her that same dayā¦putting all kinds of shit in her head
most of the stuff he says is sooo nasty, like āthis pussy gets so wet for me. me only. isnāt that right, noona?ā , āthe way youāre moaning I know iām the best for you.ā , āstop running. you can take this much.ā
but at the same timeā¦āu know ur mine noonaā , āpromise me youāll never see him again. hm?ā & āI always knew youād come to me noonaā
SYNOPSIS: in which you come to wonbin as a karmic lover for all he's done, and continues to do, to julie. now he's forced to imagine you in her place.
GENRE: smut, pwp.
CONTENT: wonbin is the biggest dick on the planet (has the biggest one too), wonbin is in a relationship with julie, oral (m receiving), protected sex, mentions of cheating, reader is not actually involved just mentioned, wonbin is delusional as hell, mentions of wonbin taking readers virginity, other shit I know I'm forgetting to add.
A/N: I can definitely expand on this if need be...I actually just cut this part out of a whole fic I wrote and it made it into a standalone. lollll.
every day, around the clock, even in his dreams, you're all park wonbin can think about. the park wonbin who's known to be the campus' resident dick. literally and figuratively. known cheater and manipulator. especially when it comes to julie.
which is why he's been ignoring her, minus the fact they're supposed to be taking time away from each other.
julie comes in using the key that is for emergencies only. the key that wonbin should've given to sungchan instead. he'll have to get those locks changed eventually.
"Why haven't you answered my texts?" wonbin is everything but happy to see her. wishing she'd go away until he gets the feelings he has for you to go away. "We broke up." it's an exaggeration that makes julie roll her eyes. taking a break and breaking up are two different things. to her at least.
"Won..." she says, inching closer to wrap her arms around his torso. "let's make up, hm? you said you wouldn't do it anymore...I believe you." except he has, he never stopped. doesn't really plan on it either, he knows he only has to swear he'll never do it again for julie to fall right back in his lap. "Hm?"
he only does it because he thinks it'll help him stop thinking about you, that's all it is. that's why he kisses her, caressing her cheek like he did yours. making her get on her knees so he can imagine its you instead. imagine its you pulling him out ofĀ his sweats, you pushing his half hard cock past your lips that haven't touched any others but his. you that works and sucks his cock like its the last on earth.
he can imagine it, vividly, just as soon as he shuts his eyes. if he can't see her, he can imagine its you instead. it is you, its you choking on his length as he pushes it past your throat, you gagging around him so much it feels euphoric. he grabs your head, pushing your nose to his navel as he jams into your throat with no mercy. You try and push him away, give yourself room to breathe, but he won't let up.
not when he realizes its julie instead of the woman he wants it to be.
he pulls out of her mouth, pulling her over to his bedroom just a few feet away, and shoving her on his bed. the bed where he had you just a few nights before. writhing and squirming underneath him as he took your innocence.
he rips her out of her clothes, pulling her out her matching set that he didnt waste a single second looking at. a matching set that you wouldn't even put on. its quick, flipping her over so she bares her ass at him, and reaching in his nightstand to pull a condom on.
he needs to move quick, keep you in his head before he realises its julie, before he has a chance to get soft. he stuffs himself in her without a word. "Bin!" she cries, back arching just the way he likes it, back arching to where he can easily grab ahold of her hips and jam his cock into her. "missed this pussy...so much." it's for you, but it's okay if she hears it because right now she is you. he's able to slip back into imagining its you, and its so real.
"fuck, y/- julie. shit. just like that." her name tastes bitter in his mouth even though he's said it many of times before he met you. "baby! oh, god!" she's so oblivious wonbin feels a little bad for her. but not for long. only because her continuous outburst are pulling him from his fantasy.
he has to bend down and place his hand over his mouth to quiet her because she sounds nothing like you. this way he can ignore the muffled moans as he continues to use her. using her to get himself off because he can't have you. you're supposed to stay the girl he cheated on his girlfriend with. nothing more. you're not supposed to take Julie's place.
