warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content, rough sex, possessive ex trope, semi-public sex (bathroom), manhandling, choking, breath play, hair pulling, hand over mouth, dirty talk, praise/degradation mix, unprotected sex, creampie, blowjob, cum swallowing, cock slapping, size kink, dacryphilia, jealousy, alcohol mention, light aftercare
wc : 1,2k
author’s note >⩊<.ᐟ : guys I nearly combusted. the SECOND jake posted those pictures on weverse dm’s I KNEWWWWW exactly what I was gonna do with them. AWOOOOOOO 😭 LOOK AT THAT GAZE IN THE FIRST PICTURE I’M SO FUCKING DONE… every jake biased: i’m so sorry for your health. hope you’re doing okay.
the after-party was buzzing with expensive perfume, low lights, and soft jazz mixed with heavier beats. the dress code was red, and you had chosen the sexiest piece in your closet.
the deep crimson dress hugged every curve like it was made for you. the neckline plunged just enough to show off your full, round breasts, the fabric clinging to your waist before flowing over your hips and ass. your long hair cascaded down your back in soft waves, shining under the lights.
you looked breathtaking, and you knew it.
you had walked in with jungwon, his arm politely around your waist as you both laughed and greeted people. he paid for your drinks, kept the conversation light, and made sure you were having fun.
after the wine hit, you danced together, bodies moving close but nothing inappropriate.
you were enjoying yourself, genuinely. jake was the last thing on your mind.
you didn’t even know he was there until you felt it. that intense gaze burning into your skin from across the room.
jake stood in the corner, red wine glass in hand, eyes locked on you like a predator. he watched every sway of your hips, every smile you gave jungwon, every time your breasts bounced slightly when you laughed. his jaw was tight, fingers white around the glass.
when jungwon excused himself to talk business with some executives, you wandered to the bar alone, ordering another drink. seconds later, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd.
jake dragged you down a quiet hallway, pushed open the first unlocked door—a luxurious bathroom—and locked it behind you.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, voice low and dangerous.
he backed you against the wall, caging you in with his body. his eyes were dark, that signature seductive gaze now filled with pure jealousy.
you lifted your chin, heart racing. “what does it look like? i’m having fun, jake. something you clearly have a problem with.”
“with jungwon?” he spat, hand coming up to grip your jaw. “you show up looking like that—this fucking dress barely covering your tits, your ass out for everyone—and you’re here with him? laughing, dancing, letting him touch you?”
“he’s a friend,” you shot back, pushing at his chest even though your body was already betraying you. “and it’s none of your business anymore. we’re done, remember? you were too possessive, too controlling. i’m not your territory. get that through your fucking head.”
jake laughed bitterly, but his eyes never left yours. that intense stare made your knees weak.
it always had.
he stepped closer, thigh pressing between your legs. “you loved it. you loved being mine. don’t lie to yourself, doll.”
his hand slid down to your throat, not squeezing hard but enough to make you gasp. the possessiveness that had broken you two apart was back in full force, and god, some sick part of you missed it.
“you’re still mine,” he growled, lips brushing your ear. “no one else gets to see you like this. no one else gets to touch what’s mine.”
you moaned softly despite yourself, hips twitching against his thigh. you tried to fight it. “jake… stop. i’m not doing this with you.”
but he could feel how wet you already were. he turned you around roughly, pressing your chest against the cool wall. your breasts squished against the marble as he ground his hard cock against your ass.
“feel that?” he whispered hotly, voice dripping with lust. “that’s what you do to me. walking around in this slutty little red dress, knowing exactly what it does to me. you wore it on purpose, didn’t you? to drive me fucking crazy.”
you whimpered, pushing back against him even as you whispered, “i’m not your fucktoy anymore.”
jake chuckled darkly, yanking your dress up over your hips. he groaned at the sight of your red thong disappearing between your plump, jiggly ass cheeks. “fuck, look at you.” he ripped the thin fabric off in one tug, making you gasp.
“jake—you could’ve just moved it aside?! what the fuck!”
“no time,” he muttered, already freeing his thick cock. “your precious jungwon might come looking for you veeery soon.”
he kicked your legs apart and rubbed the head of his cock along your soaked folds before pushing two fingers inside you, stretching you quickly. you moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the bathroom.
“too loud, baby,” he warned. when he finally lined up and thrust in deep, you cried out. he felt huge, stretching you perfectly like only he could. jake pulled your hair back, forcing your head against his shoulder as he started pounding into you.
“fuck—you’re still so tight for me,” he groaned, hips snapping harshly. your ass jiggled with every thrust, the sound filthy in the small space. he clamped one hand over your mouth while the other kept a tight grip on your hair. “quiet. or do you want everyone to hear how much you missed my cock?”
you moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back. the pleasure was overwhelming. the alcohol, the tension, the way he fucked you like he owned you—it all mixed together.
“admit it,” he panted against your ear, thrusting deeper. “you missed this. missed me ruining this pretty pussy.”
you nodded desperately, tears of pleasure spilling down your cheeks. “yes—fuck, i missed you, jake. missed your cock so much.”
he rewarded you by fucking you harder, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with your muffled moans. your breasts bounced against the wall with every powerful thrust. jake’s grip on your mouth and hair kept you right where he wanted you.
“good girl,” he growled. “this pussy is still mine. no one else gets to fuck you like this. not jungwon. not anyone.”
you came hard around him, walls clenching as your orgasm crashed through you. jake followed moments later with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and filling you with hot cum.
he didn’t pull out right away. instead he turned you around, gently pushing you down to your knees. his cock, still sensitive and glistening, tapped against your lips.
“open.”
you did, taking him into your mouth eagerly. you sucked him through the aftershocks, tongue swirling even as his body shook. jake’s hand fisted in your hair as he spilled the last drops down your throat.
“swallow,” he ordered, voice hoarse. you did, looking up at him with teary, fucked-out eyes. your makeup was ruined—mascara streaks, swollen lips, messy hair.
you looked completely wrecked.
jake, on the other hand, looked like sin in his perfectly tailored suit, barely a hair out of place.
he smirked, tapping his wet cock against your tongue as you stuck it out for him. then he slapped it lightly against your cheek.
“look at you,” he laughed softly, almost affectionately. “so fucking pretty when you’re ruined like this.”
he helped you up, fixing your dress as best as he could. his intense gaze softened just a little as he wiped the tears from your cheeks.
“who fucks you better?” he asked, voice low. “me or jungwon?”
you looked up at him, still catching your breath, and whispered the truth. “you, jake. only you.”
he kissed you hard, possessive and claiming, before unlocking the door. “that’s right. don’t forget it.”
you stepped out first on shaky legs, heart racing, knowing this wasn’t the end. not even close.
@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.
synopsis ╋━ After one member of ENHYPEN, Lee Heeseung, left the band, you got lucky enough to find an open spot at the company and work as his manager. Safe to say he’s a total menace, who’s also extremely down bad for you.
✓ author’s note / BROOO ISTG THIS PIC DID THINGS TO ME I HAD TO USE IT IN A GOOD WAY and im feeling productive today so #youngho — if you want to be on the taglist for this fic, comment here !
SYN : james is insufferable. he’s truly the worst. with his snotty “don’t talk to me” attitude, and his dirty looks—you seem to be the only one he has a soft spot for.
PAIRING : nonidol!james x softafab!reader ₊˚⊹ᰔ
CONT. some plot, fluff, smut, est. relationship, includes other cortis members (non idol), skinship, messy kissing, subdom!james, oral sex (f & m), missionary, fingering, praise kink, pet names, begging, bit of aftercare
a/n : i apologize in advance if this is impossible to read i didn’t proof read AT ALL and i lwk suck butt at writing smut..
one shot . wc {3.4k}
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“could you guys walk any slower damnit?” james huffed at the sweet looking couple in front of us. your eyes widened partially out of pure embarrassment.
the female stops and turns around to face him, both a fearful and confused looks on her face. you spot james in your peripheral just staring at her blankly—like he was almost trying to intimidate her.
you take your boyfriends arm and give him a tight squeeze, which causes his body to relax by the slightest.
that didn’t do much.
“yes?” he snaps at the girl. you squeeze him again. this time he takes a second to look at you before returning to the situation and gesturing for the stranger to continue walking.
she rolls her eyes and sticks up her middle finger, and you felt james’ body tense up immediately.
“baby—“
he takes short deep breath in before sliding his hand down to interlock his with yours and continues walking beside you.
“i think it was their first day on earth.” james finally blurts out.
“i think you should start feeling just a little bit of sympathy for others.” you reply. you knew that wasn’t at all the response he wanted, but he still accepted it.
he takes a quick second before speaking again, “i know—but can we make an exception for slow walkers?”
a low laugh escapes from you which earns you a gentle smile from his end. god, why couldn’t he just be this happy all the time?
you knew you weren’t the issue—in fact you were the opposite. you essentially healed his anger issues, but all you wanted was for him to be able to display this same sweetness to the rest of the world.
“they are annoying.” you comply. he hums in response.
the rest of the walk to the café was peaceful, for the most part. except for the few times james snapped at honking cars or the homeless guy that “didn’t know how to press the cross walk button.”
witnessing the majority of your boyfriends lashing outs honestly gave you a taste of reality—it made you realize how stupidly ignorant some people are.
you aren’t excusing his way of coping with them, but it helped you understand him a little more.
you two finally arrived at the lunch spot. you spotted a few familiar cars parked out front which assured you that your friends were already there waiting.
it was james’ friend martin’s birthday today, and as a whole you all decided to go out to eat. one thing about your boyfriends friend group—they were suckers for good food.
so you suggested this cute lunch spot both you and james had been on many previous dates at. it never failed you.
it’s casual, but fancy enough for special occasions.
“we’re the last ones here.” you state as he steps forward to hold the door open for you.
“cause’ we encountered the slowest humans on earth.” he brings up the slow walkers again. you can’t help but laugh at the fact he’s still stuck on it.
but, on his behalf, you keep giving him reasons to talk about it.
his hand settles on your lower back to guide you into the restaurant, and he returns to your side. after scanning the tables a few times, you hear someone call out.
“hey, y/n!” you quickly find them with your eyes and see keonho. he offers you a short wave and you begin to walk over to them.
both you are james are now seated across from seonghyeon, keonho, and juhoon. martin was beside james on the opposite side.
after ordering your food and waiting a strong 20 minutes, all of the food arrives. now the six of you are enjoying your food.
james’ hand is under the table resting on your bare thigh. he has a gentle grip on you—but still somewhat possessive.
“do you thrift?” keonho asks randomly. you tilt your head up from your food and finish chewing your bite before replying.
“yes i do.”
his face lights up. “really? where? your style is amazing—it suits you so well.”
james’ grip tightens slightly.
you let out a little laugh of amusement, “i thrift everywhere. it’s hard to find a consistent spot. you just have to explore.”
“got it. i always see your outfits in james hyung’s posts. you’ve got amazing taste, really.” he acclaims.
“alright keonho—we get it.” your boyfriend butts in.
“what? i can’t compliment her?” keonho throws his hands up in mock surrender, a knowing grin peeking from his lips.
“he’s being nice—“
“no, he’s trying to piss me off.” james quickly adds.
keonho rolls his eyes. “well that time i was just trying to be nice. you’re impossible to please.”
“can everyone shut up.” juhoon commented, and keonho sunk into his seat.
a smile grows on your face, “hm.”
you knew james was mad already. you didn’t even have to look at him. why someone with a temper like him decided to be friends with kids? beyond your knowledge.
although you seemed to be a bit to bring around them. they all equally enjoyed your patience and willingness to adapt to anything.
james leans over to whisper something in your ear, “let’s get out of here.”
before you could even say anything he adds, “please.”
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you finally return back to your apartment building, and james walked you up to your room.
the walk up was awkwardly quiet—but you didn’t bother to bring anything up. you were smart enough to be able to read the scene, and know that he’s probably not in the mood to hear anything right now.
he opens the apartment door for you and you walk inside. when you turn around to wish him a good bye, he’s got a filthy grimace plastered on his pretty face.
you drop your shoulders, “okay, you’re being a big baby.” you snap, but there was still a subtle gentleness in your tone.
james let’s out a sigh—one you can’t quite comprehend immediately, as he invites himself inside and shuts the door behind him.
“y/n” he breathes. his low voice sends a shiver down your spine. and for some odd reason, maybe just the mere fact he’s dangerously hot, it turns you on.
you swallow the sudden warm feeling, “james.”
something in him snaps. he reaches a hand out to grab your arm, reeling you in close. his lips immediately crash onto yours—your hands flying to bury themselves in his hair.
his own hands are everywhere. one is firmly locked on your jaw, whilst the other is making its way up and down your waist.
he’s kissing you hard, like he’s been starving for you all day. your lips are moving together in an established rhythm, one you’ve learned over many years.
james tastes like fresh mint with a subtle hint of cherry—he’s recklessly sweet. it’s a taste so familiar to you. but still everything it seems to grow more delicious, something you crave even more.
he spins you around in one swift motion and pressed you up against the door, his hand landing on the wood surface to cage you in.
his free hand is still exploring your body, now resting to the hem of your top. he gives the soft fabric a mild tug and you immediately catch his gist—your own hands resetting on his lower stomach.
you slip your hands underneath the thin cotton of his shirt, your skin sparking at his natural heat. you run your hands along his toned core and his breath hitches momentarily at your touch.
he’s still kissing you—his tongue twirling around in your mouth savoring every note of your taste. he pulls away just to land a trail of sloppy kisses along your jaw.
this forces a stifled moan from you, and your head tilts back slightly to bring yourself closer to him.
you bite your lip, finally grasping onto his shirt and he takes a quick step back for you to pull it off of him before diving back into you, his hand landing on your neck.
he gives you a light squeeze—not one to fulfill a full choking sensation, but just enough to claim you.
“you.” he groans hot against your mouth, “take it off.”
you oblige instantly and slip your top over your head, hurriedly shimmying out of the piece of clothing. he takes it from your hand and tosses it behind you before reaching forward to grip your waist.
he stares at you for a moment, both awe and lust glistening in his eyes. “my pretty girl. you’re so perfect.”
he leans in again to devour you once more, his tongue urgently demanding entrance. he whimpers at the lustful contact and begins to grind his body against you.
at this point, your pussy is already throbbing with desperation for him. you’re convinced you could get off with just kissing him—he’s got you down bad.
he could say the same for you. the thought of you bare, touching him and grinding against him lives rent free in his head.
as much as james likes to act like he’s a tough and dominant man, he’s insanely weak when it comes to you. he’d do anything you asked him too—even if it was ridiculously unreasonable.
he’d obey you because it would please you. that’s all he wants.
you let out another cry of pleasure from his touch alone. that’s automatically enough for him to drop to his knees.
his hands fall to your thighs, the only thing separating you now is your skirt. he’s looking up at you through dark lashes with glossy, needy eyes.
you reach down to pet his head and his grip on your thighs increases. he’s desperate for you—in this moment all he needs is to taste you and lap up every drop of your pleasure.
“can i taste you?” he pleads. you and james have had sex more times than you could count, but he still asks for permission every time.
a part of you knows that it’s not just out of respect. he loves when you tell him what to do. you’ve got him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he doesn’t give a shit.
“yes, james.” you nod frantically. “please.”
he doesn’t waste anytime before pulling down your skirt. the fabric pools at your ankles and you kick it away from the two of you.
your panties we’re already soaked—most of that was a result of just purely looking at him. his eyes are locked on your damp underwear like he’s mesmerized by how he makes you feel.
“damn, all this from a few kisses?” he plants a kiss on your core. “so needy.”
“only for you.” you respond.
his fingers hook onto your lace, and with a tug you were completely exposed. after all these years there was still a weird feeling pitting in your stomach whenever james saw you as vulnerable as this.
“i love you, y/n” he breathes. he throws your leg over his shoulder to open you up enough for him to fully consume you.
“i love—“
a pleasureful cry flies from your throat as he presses his tongue into your wet folds, the feeling of the warm muscle causing your legs to jerk slightly.
your pretty taste earns a low moan from james and the vibration stimulates you in a satisfying way. you bite your lip to drown out the overwhelming feeling flowing through your veins.
your fingers tangle deeper in his hair, guiding him as he uses his tongue to lick flatly against your clit.
“james—“
“you taste so good.” his voice is muffled in between your legs. his tongue slides through your folds. your hand tightly grips his hair and your back arches unconsciously, causing you to press yourself further into his mouth.
a soft moan leaves your mouth and that only motivates him to move faster. now his lips are suctioned against your puffy clit, sucking you lightly.
your sensitivity spikes and you feel yourself surfacing—as if you could completely shatter any moment now.
he must’ve been able to sense your creeping climax. his fingers find your most sensitive areas, and he begins using them to explore your muscle.
his tongue is still working your clit while he slips a finger inside you. the touch makes you whimper—yearning for more.
he was teasing at this point, only giving you the least of him. you wanted all of him. you wanted to feel him so deep inside you until your insides were completely full of him.
another finger enters you, and he moans against your clit when he feels your walls tighten around his slender fingers.
he’s using them to pump in and out of you, while he pulls his face from your legs and presses his wet lips along your core.
“i’m so close.” you pant. your eyes are glossed with tears. all you need is one more rush to push you over the edge.
he finally stands up, his fingers remaining buried inside of you. he grabs your face to kiss you and you shiver at the mixture of your own taste with his sweetness.
he’s making all sorts of noises against your lips and the sound only makes you wetter for him.
at first he kisses you passionately—then it quickly turns into something more dangerous. his tongue is dominating your mouth whilst his two fingers drive up and curl into you, finally hitting your most precious spot.
you cry loudly into his mouth as your orgasm washes over you in hot waves. your body almost automatically begins to grind more against his fingers, chasing that rush of pleasure.
it’s still not enough for you.
he swallows your moans and removes his fingers from your pussy, allowing your warm juices to trickle down your legs.
“such a good girl for me huh?” james brings his hand up, revealing his two fingers that are soaked with your wetness. “wanna know how good you taste, baby?”
you bite your lip and nod, so he hovers his hand in front of your mouth. you immediately abide to his gesture and take him into your mouth, sucking your own cum from his fingers.
he slips his finger from your mouth and licks the remaining juices himself.
“kiss me again.” you beg. he grins before gripping your waist, pulling you against him. his lips find your again and he quickly claims your lips.
you hooks your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. the heated kiss lasts longer that you intended, the two of you getting lost in each others saliva.
you finally pull away and trail your hands down his bare chest. they stop at the band of his calvin kleins and his breath hitches temporarily.
you hook a finger onto his underwear and begin walking towards your bedroom, pulling him with you by his waistband.
when you reach the bedroom he tries to take control, but you don’t let him. you back him up to the foot of the bed and use your palms to shove him onto his back.
he lets out a low, amused groan. his hands are above his head and his stomach is stretched out on the bed, revealing his toned hips and v line.
“god, you’re so hot james.” you say to him, with a small hint of a moan. the mere sight of him had you thinking nasty things—thoughts of him fucking you til morning, and thought of making him squirm until he begs.
his eyes widen slightly, like he knows he’s about to get the best head of his life.
he’s right.
you stand above him as you run your hands along his core before returning to the band of his underwear.
you immediately get to unzipping his jeans, pulling them over his hips and he helps you by shimmying out of them.
he’s almost rushing. he wants this desperately—his dick is so ready for you.
he could cry thinking about how needy he is for you.
once he’s only in his boxers, you can finally see how aroused he is. his cock is bulging from his black boxers, patiently waiting for your mouth.
you lick your lips at the sight and lean forward to plant a few sloppy kisses along his waist. his hips jerk involuntarily at the sudden contact.
“i haven’t even touched you yet baby?” you whisper and his hairs stand up at your hot breath against his stomach.
you lick a wet line along the hem of his waistband before tugging down. you finally get his boxers completely off of him, and his member springs out, completely ready for you.
his tip is pink and glistening with a few dollops of pre-cum. his dick isn’t something new to you—but every time, you’re still shocked by his size.
your hand immediately wraps around his member and he hisses at your touch. you lean forward to dangle a wad of spit onto his cock so he’s perfectly slick for you to touch him.
you begin stroking him lightly and his thighs tense up around you. you pick up your pace and his breathing becomes heavier—noisier.
“fuck….y/n—“
his whimper sparks a deep feeling inside of you, causing you to almost instinctively bring your mouth closer to his dick, tracing the curve of his tip with a flat tongue.
he perches himself up on his elbows and throws his head back, “holy shit—“
his pleading tone echoes through the room and you use his begging to sink further around his member, sucking on him whilst your tongue swirls around his width.
he sits up further to dig his hands in your hair but you immediately reach a hand above you to push him back down, his hands freeing from your head.
“please—“
you bob your mouth around his dick, earning satisfactory whimpers from james. his noises only fuel you more. you slide your mouth off of him and lick a final line up his length which caused him to let out a loud groan as he feels himself getting closer to finishing.
you could tell he was about to tip over, so you wrapped around him again to stroke him off.
his hips jerk upward and he begin to shake slightly as he reached his climax.
“baby i’m gonna…oh god.” his thick liquid spills over onto your hand as you continued to move your hand along his cock.
you lean over again to take him back into your mouth, lapping up every drop of his orgasm.
you pull away and give him a second to recollect himself before climbing over him on the bed and bringing your lips onto his. he kisses you back instantly and his hands grab your waist, holding you in place as you roll against him, your tongue dancing with his.
“y/n you’re too good.” james says against your mouth, the vibration of his voice traveling down your throat.
“then fuck me.” you demand.
he hums in response and grip you extra tight before manhandling you onto your back, flipping himself on top of you with both hands by your ears.
“is that what you what?” he asks, his breath ticking the sensitive skin of your neck. you nod and he closes the distance between you, kissing and sucking on your neck with need.
you reach out to grip his shoulder with your hand, the other digging into his bicep. you moan against his collarbone as he devours your neck, leaving marks that feel like they could be permanent.
one of his hands leaves the bed to cup your breast, kneading it gently. he runs his thumb across your nipple and you arch momentarily.
he immediately kisses your lips again to swallow your sudden noises.
you can feel his dick hovering over your stomach, occasionally dragging along your core.
he backs up for a second to guide his cock onto your entrance, only the tip pushing into you.
your hand grips the sheet beside you in anticipation. “james…please.”
“please what? use your words angel.”
“please—i want you to fuck me.”
instead of giving you a verbal response, he enters into you slowly.
“fuck—“ james growls. he thrusts into you completely, feeling your walls clench around him.
you bite your lip hard to stifle the cries you’re so desperate to let out. he picks up his pace, slamming in and out of you. the only noise filling the room is the sound of skin on skin and heavy breathing.
he keeps up the same speed the whole time, up until you feel yourself crawling towards a second orgasm.
“james i need to cum.” you cry out, and he slows down. the slower pace was honestly worse for you—as it stretched to wait for you to finish.
your face grew hot, and you were desperate to collapse. but you weren’t there yet.
you could tell he was also close. his breaths were drawn out and he kept making faces that told you he was holding back.
when he slams into you again, it finally cracks you. your orgasm spikes and you moan out into the thick air of the bedroom.
he speeds up to tend to your heating climax but it shatters him as well. he pulls out and a thick rope of cum lands on your stomach.
he strokes himself a few times to spill out what’s left of his orgasm and he fall onto the bed with you.
your lean forward to kiss his forehead, a mix of sweat and the sweet flavors of his skin coating your lips.
he brings a hand up to pet your face before kissing you gently, savoring every last second of this moment.
there were beads of sweat surfacing on his neck, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.
you were both entirely worn out—given you were out all day, and just had the best sex of your life.
he finally breaks the silence, “you okay?”
“better than ever.”
he lets out a quiet laugh before swinging his legs off the bed and standing up, bending down to slip his boxers back on.
he looks back of your weak body draped across his bed, covered in sweat and leftover cum.
he laughs at you for a moment then walks over to reach out a hand, “let’s get you cleaned up. sound good, pretty thing?”
you nod and take his hand. he lifts you up from the bed in one swift pull and his arm immediately wraps around your delicate body.
your hand grips his bare bicep as he walks with you to the bathroom. he grabs a spare towel off the rack and wets it before ringing it out and kneeling before you to wipe the remnants of sex from your body.
he plants a soft kiss on your stomach before standing back up.
when you return to the bedroom he throws you a pair of his sweats and a white tee shirt. while you change into his clothes, he grabs clothes for himself and slips into them.
now that you’re both dressed, he pulls you close once more to kiss you. his hands slip underneath your baggy shirt to hold you by your bare back.
“thanks for that.” you say, and you feel him smile against your lips.
“are you serious?” he replies. “i should be thanking you.”
you laugh and he brushes a finger along your jaw, cupping your face to plant one last kiss on your forehead.
♡ in which. the biggest band in the world is on tour, and the most desired member is none other than your very own boyfriend (who just so happens to be completely obsessed with you).
⌗ aus. established rls au, bts au, idol au, smau
⌗ genres. fluff, long distance
⌗ rating. 16+ (dirty talk, mentions of sex)
note. this initially started as a one shot social media scenario that wasn’t meant to go any further, but you guys loved it so much that i had to continue <3 please enjoy!
"So, daddy—" Wonyoung starts, standing right in front of her birthday cake as a single candle flickers a few inches from her face. "What's my first present going to be? Whatever I wish for will happen, right?"
You try not to roll your eyes on a day like this.
Meanwhile, Yujin's toned arms wrap tight around your waist, chin resting right on your shoulder with a slight sway to her hips.
"Isn't that what happens already, princess?"
Wonyoung ignores the comment and makes a silent prayer to herself, putting on that adorable pout that always works before blowing out the single flame in one quick puff of breath. When her eyes open and the smoke fades away, she looks at the pair of you, putting her arms out and hands open, staring at both of you impatiently.
"Presents," she almost demands. "Now, please."
Yujin, somehow stops clinging to you and steps forward with her signature confident saunter, planting a deep kiss on the birthday girl's plump, lip-gloss coated lips.
"Happy birthday, princess."
But that doesn't satisfy her nearly enough, another pout when she doesn't see something materialize instantly in the air. "Yujinnie, that isn't a present."
"My lips are the greatest gift in the world," she replies, looking back at you for reassurance. "Wouldn't you agree, daddy?"
"Most definitely. Those lips are something else. Dangerous, even."
She looks back again at Wonyoung who seems a little disappointed, obviously waiting for something else. "Don't worry, brat. I didn't forget a real present."
Pulling something out from around her neck, Wonyoung gets instantly excited by the sight. A small necklace, thin, silver with a tiny heart and a remote attached at the center, taking it right from Yujin's hand with a surprised tilt of her head.
"What's this?"
Yujin lets the obvious dangle, but not for too long, just enough to let the gears turn slowly in her head, how adorable the look is when she's clueless.
"What does it look like, dummy? The key to your new car, of course. Since we apparently ruined your ferrari by fucking in it. Daddy won't creampie me in this one, I promise..."
At least not to start with—
It takes a couple seconds to compute what she's talking about, enough to light a spark and her mood changes, grabbing Yujin to plant her mouth on hers. "Fuck, you're so hot—"
And that's Wonyoung's cue to be uncharacteristically tongue deep into Yujin's mouth, while you lean back against the kitchen counter and admire the sight.
"I'll break it in with daddy later. Tonight, maybe" she adds, planting one more wet kiss.
Wonyoung continues her liplock with Yujin, holding both arms tight around her body like she's the most precious gift in the entire world. Until her attention is on you next, pulling you close between her and stealing a kiss, so the taste of Yujin gets passed onto your mouth. "Your turn, daddy—"
There's that innocent look now, so similar and yet different when she pulls away from you, the expectant glint in her eyes when she bats her lashes in your direction. Behind your back, there's a plain, white envelope in your hands, and a red lip print stain on the back, sealed with Yujin's lips, still fresh.
"It's from both of us. Mostly me, though," you add, only to get a smack on the arm from Yujin. The seal on the envelope gets quickly broken, Wonyoung using a fingernail to tear right through it. Inside, there's a pink ribbon, adorned with diamonds around the whole thing, shimmering brightly in the lowlight of the kitchen. She looks a little confused again, carefully running along the perimeter until she finds something attached, rolling it over in her delicate fingers.
"What's this? What'd you guys do now?" The question lingers when she holds a key in between her finger and thumb, admiring it a second longer before looking back up.
"That, princess," Yujin trails off, wrapping herself back around your body while the key twinkles in Wonyoung's fingers. "Is to a secret little present. You can use it on daddy, or you can use it on yourself. Whatever you feel like."
More confusion, that same clueless look with a smile slowly creeping up. "Handcuffs? Daddy, really? Y-you'll let me use these? On you?" Feeling the cold steel between her soft skin she looks up, unsure whether she heard correctly.
Yujin just leans against your back and holds on a little tighter, laughing in your ear so her lips graze the side of your neck when she talks. "Of course you can. Use them to your heart's desire. Here or anywhere else you feel like having fun. Maybe we can cuff him in the backseat of your brand-new car and use his cock like a toy—"
"Hey, nobody said anything about outside the apartment. That wasn't part of the deal," you try to protest, but don't get very far when Yujin plants a deep kiss on the nape of your neck.
"Deal was we could handcuff daddy anywhere. Just forgot to tell you that," Yujin fires back, pulling away and laughing a little more. Wonyoung gazes down at the key and puts the pink ribbon around her neck, dangling the cool steel just above her tits.
"It's my birthday—so daddy won't say no to that, will you?" Those innocent doe eyes narrow right on target, the same pouty lips to complete this perfect package. You look away and almost groan out loud, hearing Yujin's familiar giggle just a few steps behind you.
"Of course, I won't. Fine. But what do you mean we? Isn't this just for Wonyoungie? The birthday girl?"
A scoff echoes, followed by the sudden sound of heels clicking against the tiled kitchen floor. Wonyoung approaches you and Yujin, a devious smirk that lets you know you aren't getting out of this. "Did you already forget who else's birthday is tomorrow, daddy?"
You've thought about nothing else. The box in your trunk and the gift wrap upstairs, everything bought a few weeks ago and tucked safely away. "Of course not. How can anyone forget a day that important?"
"Good," Yujin replies, dragging nails across your chest when you crane your head over your shoulder, seeing the mischievous grin on her lips. "Maybe tomorrow then. After classes. We'll find a nice, empty classroom, strip you down and lock you right up."
And that doesn't even put an ounce of dread in you, given what you've been through.
Tomorrow—that means spending the day dealing with the horny mess these two usually turn into, completely exhausting you before then.
“Lock the door, Yujinnie. Gonna enjoy our present together, right here," Wonyoung orders from her seat above the table, legs hanging off the edge, her skirt hiked up and thighs spread. Her heels already lie on the floor, one of those long legs stretched forward with her foot pressed firmly to your crotch.
You're forced to endure it, arms restrained behind the back of a chair in the Chemistry lab while she cashes in her gift.
The handcuff key hangs delicately from the string of the pink, velvety ribbon, right above her chest where she wears it around her neck like a trophy. You're not going anywhere, back against the closest wall, arms secured, not a chance to escape. Not that you would want to.
"Locked," Yujin confirms, slamming the lock into place as soon as her hand turns. "Saw the janitor head home, should be just us for a good while. Nobody's coming up here."
Nothing but empty desks in the Chemistry lab, cabinets of supplies stacked high and scattered all around. Empty vials and test tubes cover several shelves, scattered all about the room. Yujin struts her way back to where both you and Wonyoung situate, hopping up next to the other girl and kicking off those dark black heels, hair all done up for class just a few minutes earlier.
"He's so hard already," Wonyoung says as her bare foot applies more pressure, rubbing against the bulge in your pants that gets so sensitive under her touch. You have no choice but to watch those pretty, perfectly pedicured, polished toes wiggle into your growing cock, unable to do little with arms behind your back and those fresh new handcuffs shackling both hands.
"I knew he'd be." Yujin adds her foot against Wonyoung's to stimulate further, curling around and pressing them harder together to get a little groan from your throat. "Poor thing looks so helpless—can't even move, his huge, throbbing cock just begging to be sucked."
All that attention on you gets your cock even harder, one foot on each side as they double team this tease, both giggling when they admire the pathetic look of defeat.
"Can't touch us, can't rip our clothes off, can't get that hard dick in either our mouths. Can't even suck our pretty little toes without permission," Yujin teases, grabbing the other free foot of Wonyoung's and shoving it into her mouth. "But I can. Can get these in my mouth as long as I want, and not a damn thing you can do about it, daddy."
That's what makes you moan a little louder, not both Yujin and Wonyoung massaging the length of your covered shaft, but the way those lips envelope two delicate toes and suck them, slathering all along, dark black nail polish a little glossy, getting soaked in Yujin's drool.
"Don't cream your pants before the fun begins, daddy," Wonyoung says, moaning when Yujin's tongue laps around the toes she's playing with. Both feet now grind even deeper, driving your cock completely crazy, precum surely staining through your boxers at this point.
"Guess we should unwrap our gift then," Yujin muses, and lets those toes slip from her lips, licking one last time along the soft sole of Wonyoung's slender foot, an act that somehow seems more depraved than the rest.
And in the split-second before the assault on you starts, you see that look that only means trouble.
Wonyoung hops off and gets right in your lap, her fingers around the buttons of your shirt, as she pops it right open, tearing it as far as she can. Not one button remains intact as she runs a finger down your bare chest, letting the fabric hang by a shred.
Not content with being left out, Yujin gets between your legs, crouched down to fiddle with your belt. Without much fuss, her hands pull both your pants and underwear down your legs, leaving you exposed, aching, when your cock springs out in the cool air.
A grin plasters her face when she reaches down, her silky soft hand wrapping itself around the thickness, so hard and dripping a visible string of clear, sticky precum down her fingers.
"Focus on me, daddy. Don't mind Yujin," Wonyoung says with urgency in her voice, attempting to reel your attention by taking one nipple between her teeth and grazing, your cock throbbing when she takes the other in between two fingers and starts twisting gently. All while Yujin strokes along the length, pumping up and down, massaging around every sensitive area with the pure intent of making you ache even harder.
"We're really gonna do this? In chem lab?"
Yujin laughs, not even dignifying a response and brings her mouth up to the tip, brushing it against those full, perfect lips—lips which don't part when the head comes so close, hovering mere centimeters away. Her tongue slides out, tracing along the underside, her cheeks blushing slightly at your desperation. "Daddy looks pretty ready."
Wonyoung detaches from the nipples she so ravenously devours, teeth giving one last nibble and leaving behind remnants of saliva glistening over. "The question is, am I?" she replies, staring right at Yujin until they lock eye contact again, staring for a beat too long, somehow both giggling simultaneously.
You see that instant smirk from Yujin, followed by Wonyoung mirroring the same expression. Then Yujin licks her lips, staring down between your legs, tilting her head.
"The real question is, who gets to ride that fat, juicy cock first?"
Wonyoung sits there a moment longer, the cuffkey dangling from her neck, drawing attention right to the most tempting parts of her body, that small chest covered so poorly by a shirt unbuttoned just enough to see the outline of her tits. "Well, it is my birthday, so..."
Before the sentence ends, Yujin's on her feet again, hopping up on the lab table again. "It's mine too, brat. You can't take all the best things for yourself."
"My birthday, my rules—" is what Wonyoung shoots back, staring with devilish intentions in her eyes. "And mine comes first."
Both of them vie for a seat on top of you, desperate to pry the other away so they can be the lucky one. Practically nude and exposed now, you're unable to protest, kept here in their position by the very thing you chose to dole out.
"But mine is a year before. That gives me seniority. So I'm first."
Wonyoung argues that case by just settling on your body right away, panties pulled aside, her ass sticking out when she does. She grabs onto your cock, guiding it right into position, right near her waiting slit.
"Doesn't fucking matter," Wonyoung says, eyes wide open, trying to look as cute as possible when she's about to sink down, get impaled on you and fully enjoy this moment. "I'm going first."
And before these two can finish arguing, Wonyoung does indeed get to have her way, taking in the head of your cock and lowering herself down in a single movement, getting you deeper than you expect.
"F-fuck!" Wonyoung whimpers and curses when you stuff her nice and full, spreading both legs to make the fit easier, working all the way down until she's filled up.
Yujin's arms cross in defeat, lips pouted in frustration.
"Rude—you fucking brat," Yujin murmurs, sighing to herself as she stands aside and watches her chance fly away. In no time at all, Wonyoung is bouncing up and down on your cock, getting more eager with every pop of her hips, a loud, echoing smack every time her pale ass crashes into your bare thighs.
"Best birthday ever," Wonyoung moans, the way she has no choice but to wear the bliss on her face, her full cheeks flushing darker when her bounces get a little harder. "Fuck, love your big cock, daddy."
And she gets so wet, a constant stream from the juices that coat her pussy lips, all down to the base of your shaft, leaking down to your balls. Her tight little cunt feels incredible around you, wrapped so perfectly. It's impossible to focus, those pretty eyes, those parted lips so plump and pink, gasping whenever she sinks down to the deepest parts inside her pussy.
"Feels too good, princess—"
On instinct, your wrists jerk back, widening the grin on Wonyoung's face.
But Yujin can't stay put, impatient as always, leaning back against the table with her arms folded in a huff. Your eyes dart all over her, admiring the view from her long, delicious legs up to the dark stockings around them. With her shirt already unbuttoned and almost entirely open, the next destination is lower, where there's that black pair of panties, dangling around one foot and hanging so carelessly while she hops up on the table.
While you're savoring the heat smothering your shaft, Yujin makes herself comfortable, sitting so you get a straight, unimpeded view of her cunt when she opens both legs and stares right at you. She doesn't hesitate to run a couple fingers over her wet slit, dragging them from top to bottom and pushing inside for a couple pumps.
Wonyoung doesn't seem to notice, continuing her endless, vigorous use of her hips to really test the limits of the chair beneath you. The more your dick slides into her pink little opening, the tighter it grips, those walls so slick and coated with her arousal, drowning your shaft.
"A-always so deep," Wonyoung cries out, her body working so hard, never slowing, never faltering in her way to take control, squeezing even harder. Yujin still plunges into her waiting cunt, squirming slightly, head leaning all the way back like she's imagining something else that should be there.
But her fingers slip out of her own pussy and make their way right to her mouth, and she laps all around, taking every one of those fingers past her lips, tasting the sweet nectar and making your cock swell even more.
"Brat always has to get her way," Yujin whines, watching Wonyoung ride herself senseless without her share of any of it, that bouncy ass a sight even while facing the opposite direction. "Greedy little whore."
Wonyoung doesn't pay any mind, opting to use you instead, impaling her tight little hole on repeat until a slight shift of her hips sinks your cock to the absolute limit inside, a stifled gasp echoing when it presses up against her cervix. The relentless bounces never stop, making your cock completely dripping in her juices as she clamps so tight around your stiff cock, using it for all its worth.
"Fuck, princess—" you hiss, not able to handle the pressure of having her body grind all along, the heat and the slickness of her walls working wonders.
And the chair underneath threatens to break apart, making you desperately hoping it holds, your cock disappearing into that heavenly feeling cunt with every pump.
"Love taking your cock so deep, daddy. Love feeling so full of your cum," Wonyoung says, both hands gripping on tight around your shoulders when she starts fucking you harder at a maddening rate, angling to get you all inside. Yujin can only stare at the show before her, grabbing the panties hooked around her feet to toss them to the ground when she starts to slowly touch herself again, back resting against the surface of the table.
Watching how desperate both of them get sends your nerves on fire, unable to focus on anything else but the warmth of Wonyoung's slit so slick, her silky soft skin brushing your thighs every time she slams hard down on your cock, breathing heavily.
"F-fuck, g-gonna cum soon," she sputters, just holding on the edge of the climax and using you all the way. Every time she forces her cunt down to the hilt, that orgasm keeps edging closer, threatening to break her at any moment.
"Princess couldn't handle that big dick any longer, " Yujin teases in a sweet, soft voice, looking up to meet Wonyoung's frantic bouncing, a lewd groan from her own open mouth as she watches intently, fingers slipping deep inside her.
"Can feel how deep you're reaching, daddy, s-stretching my pussy open, stuffing me with your cock—"
Droplets of sweat appear right above her chest and all along her forehead, that shirt losing the battle now, barely held together, perky breasts ready to pop out. Your cuffed hands desperately attempt to tug away at the steel, dying to rip the remains of clothing from her chest and grabbing on those tits while she fucks you.
"Fuck, can't take any more—" Her hips move even quicker, never giving herself a single second to rest, her petite body giving everything and more just to get that dick throbbing all inside her slick heat. The sudden spasms, the erratic movements, all point to one thing—when those clenches get near impossible to deal with. And then there's the familiar cries, her whole body shaking when she loses herself so your cock gets pulled in as deep as it'll go, completely vulnerable and held by this tight, gripping warmth.
"God, f-fuck!" Wonyoung shudders violently, not even trying to resist or control herself anymore. Her climax reaches full peak the second she rides it out, slamming her body down hard against your cock, a slick mess that drools from her pussy lips and all the way down to your balls.
You just sit there helplessly, staring at her parted lips and shut eyes, the loudest cry that rings out in the lab.
If not for her weight to keep you pressed firmly against the chair, you'd nearly collapse, her pussy so dripping wet, thighs trembling violently now, each clench draining a little more of her remaining energy. And the instant her eyes open, she can barely catch her breath, head buried right into the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin.
"Done now, princess?" Yujin asks, lifting up her head to see this weak mess in progress, her own slick running down the lab table when her fingers slide out.
Wonyoung responds by just holding on a little tighter, gasping in one quick burst, those swollen pussy lips still so tight around your thick shaft. "N-no. Never done. I'm n-never finished."
"Looked like it from where I am," Yujin replies, getting off the table and strutting over barefoot, all the while Wonyoung recovers, just struggling to move an inch without shuddering. "Off his cock. I think it's my turn now. And I want him in my cunt while he still has energy left."
Wonyoung to your surprise, pulls off without a single complaint, your wet cock making an audible pop when her pussy lifts right off. You see some resistance trying to stand, but there's no real strength in her, and Yujin has to support half her weight, helping her over to another chair nearby.
"Good girl," she coos, getting a small pat on Wonyoung's ass, your cock throbbing free in the open, just inches away from another slick, messy entrance. It takes a moment for Yujin to figure out what's next, left in a black, pleated skirt, stockings and a half-open shirt, more than equally nude.
"Sit still for a moment, daddy."
Her lips touch yours, and the cold handcuffs press into the skin at your wrists, unable to tugs them away. Her tongue invades, like she needs all the taste she can get, wet, slippery and running along yours, dominating right from the start. And that's her intention, giving you a distraction as she unlocks the cuffs behind your back, somehow taken the key from Wonyoung while she could barely function.
"We can't have you tied up like that," Yujin says so casually, letting the handcuffs clatter to the tile floor, allowing you to move your hands, arms free for the first time in a good while. "Can't have daddy fucking me without getting his strong hands all over my body."
Her mouth locks with yours again, tongue so greedy and devouring you, while her shirt falls by the wayside, bra unhooked behind her back when she lets go a few seconds later. It all lands on the floor with the rest of her clothes, her nipples hard and deprived for far too long.
"Leave the skirt on," you tell her when she toys with the zipper.
"Okay, daddy. Now feel free to use your newfound freedom as you please," Yujin says with that same devilish smirk, helping you off your chair, feeling her body against you now.
Finally free, inches away from Yujin's nude, perfect body, that insane figure, those wide hips and thick thighs, you waste not a single second diving into her tits, squeezing them while you press her against the table she was just two fingers deep on. A loud moan instantly erupts from her lips, one that grows stronger, louder the longer you enjoy them.
"Fuck me however you want, daddy. Pound my tight little cunt, give my ass a good slap, whatever your little heart desires," she encourages, and you answer that latching on a nipple, sucking softly, drawing in as much as you can and letting your tongue do the work. "Might be my birthday, but there's no better present for me than your cum unloading in me, don't you agree?"
Not a word escapes your lips when Yujin spins herself around, pressing her round, shapely ass against your hard cock aching for relief. No further instruction is required, bending her over the chem lab table, as she leans with her forearms supporting the weight of her body.
"I'll be gentle," you tease and glance over at the panting heap in the seat that is Wonyoung, just now starting to recover.
"Don't you dare. Want that cock to rearrange my fucking guts. Won't let you have any other option." With her tight, full ass at perfect position, there's no better invitation to the first strike of a bare palm smacking across one cheek. The satisfying sound makes her body jump, her cunt dripping in anticipation.
"I'll tear you apart then," you growl in Yujin's ear, and hike that skirt up, so your hands can run along both ass cheeks, spreading them far apart while your cock rests in between. There's no answer, her ass jiggling when a smack hits the other side, a nice shade of red on both the harder your palm strikes.
"Daddy better. Be rough. Pound my pussy like you mean it. Slap my ass, choke me if you need to, whatever it takes to get me dripping with your cum."
Grinding her ass a little, you have to hold onto both of those delicious cheeks, pushing the head of your cock between for some much needed friction.
"Want me to break you, is that it? Give the birthday slut a rough fuck she won't forget?" Without a second to tease, your cock buries in those wet lips, her warm, velvety walls already spreading out, accepting your length with not the slightest resistance.
"Happy birthday then," you say, forcing her further into position, holding tight onto her hips and thrusting deep inside. She has no defense but a tight clench around your cock, a broken moan escaping when she tries to muffle the noise with an arm, back arched further so you can pound even deeper.
"D-daddy—"
No need to mince words or say anything. Just this delicious, addicting stretch when Yujin takes you over and over, fucking her hard with complete disregard to anything but that tight opening wrapped around you.
Wonyoung can only sit there, legs spread slightly, catching her breath, while you get to watch the most perfect ass you've seen. These plump cheeks you slap so hard, each side feeling the impact of your hand smacking across the skin. "Your little pussy feels perfect. So fucking tight—"
One more slam and you fill Yujin up so deep she groans out loudly, palms scrambling across the table in front of her to se arch for something to hold, her entire body rocking forward at each harsh impact. And the harder you slap her ass, the more she tightens, reacting to the sting when you lose control and ravage that tight, drenched cunt.
"It's your birthday, but this pussy is the best fucking gift I could ever have."
Yujin looks right over her shoulder at you, the way you look so into it, so possessed, with your hands on her body, thrusting your cock in with reckless abandon. "More. Just like that. Slap my ass hard—one for every fucking year, spank that fat ass as hard as you can."
Quite easy to oblige her request when her ass calls out to you, your palm on her cheeks echoing every time you bottom out into her. You've lost count now, thrusting away, fucking into her so hard, the jiggle of her ass against your hips downright addicting. And her cunt, fucking incredible, devouring every inch without pause, those wet pussy lips claiming your cock when it slides deep inside.
"So, good, fuck!" Yujin says and buries her face into her palms, her chest pressed flat down on the surface of the table now. She keeps herself as perfectly angled as she can, welcoming each strike on her ass, clenching like you've never felt, pussy dripping wet and coating your cock with an excess of juices.
One last slam before pulling back almost all the way, having to retreat just from how good her pussy squeezes, how you'll blow your load deep inside if you aren't careful. And then your hands are on her cheeks, spreading them to get a good look at that beautiful, pink, glistening cunt.
"Love watching my cock sliding into your tight little pussy," you say, watching that hypnotic jiggle her ass provides once the impact returns, shoving your shaft all the way, drawing a loud, desperate moan from her. Yujin isn't as easy to satisfy though, when she pushes back to meet your thrusts, driving that cock nice and deep.
"Always love getting pounded," she says, somehow finding just enough energy to fuck you back, meeting your hips when you crash deep, slamming that entire length inside again and again. "Almost came just from watching Wonyoungie bounce on that big cock, wishing it was me."
"Is that why you're so fucking wet? Couldn't help but get all desperate to cream on my cock? Get your tight ass all marked up?"
A furious nod when she stalls her hips and lets you claim back control, just giving her body up to you while she's bent over this table, so wet, hot, eager for as hard as you can give it. Every time your balls slap her clit, every time your cock plunges as deep as can go, her ass cheeks bouncing whenever they connect with you, digging fingers into that perfect, reddened flesh.
"Love when daddy gets so rough, can feel that thick cock in my stomach—don't stop until you blow in my pussy."
You won't, just grabbing hold on her ass, burying it right in with every opportunity. The thrusts that send your cock deep and withdraw out of her hole so slick and dripping, all her delectable wetness dripping down those thighs and spilling wherever it pleases.
Yujin can't help the sounds spilling so shamelessly, holding on to anything in reach when a series of slams come in quick succession and batter that cervix again, your cock drilling away while her pussy constricts, making that final push to get herself off.
"Shit, that's it, that's fucking it," she hisses, nails clawing the table, one hand grabbing your wrist behind her. The way she writhes underneath, legs starting to buckle as she guides you, wanting a nice, big finish. That's when your palm finds her throat, gripping just tight enough for her to struggle for composure. "Pound that fucking pussy. I'm so close—"
"Hey, why am I not the one getting choked?" Wonyoung interrupts, coming back to reality with the exhaustion showing all over her flushed face and messy hair.
"You already had your turn, slut," Yujin replies through dwindled air, and the harder your hand grips, the more her pussy does as well, holding your cock hostage. Your other hand can't help but smack one more time right over her ass, watching those cheeks jiggle so enticingly until it finds the rightful place on her hip.
"Shame," Wonyoung mutters and pouts, still staring with her pussy a little exposed, one of her hands absentmindedly touching, getting herself off at a slow pace.
But now you just fuck Yujin without looking away, one hand still wrapped around her throat, the other slamming down on her thick, juicy ass, her tight cunt spread around you like a glove. "All over my fucking cock, brat. Cum all over me."
If that wasn't the trigger to Yujin's undoing, the way you ease off her throat and grab her wrists and pull them behind her for leverage is the final touch that makes her eyes roll back. Now completely immobilized, nothing she can do when you bottom out, pulling her off the table to make the thrusts even better.
"Oh, fuck, gonna— "
She trails off, arching her back higher, struggling to speak while you hold on to her wrists and ram into her at full force. You can barely stay coherent yourself, the urge to unleash already near impossible to ignore. And then Yujin lets go, throwing her head back when she cums around your cock, trying desperately to stay upright through a series of erratic gasps, shuddering as she takes you balls fucking deep inside that sloppy, wet hole.
It's impossible to not watch the way she succumbs, legs shaking and every muscle tense while you just continue your relentless assault, chasing your own climax deep inside. She's so wet, so tight, so utterly perfect, and the more your cock impales her, the stronger those walls squeeze, the more those moans fill your ears.
"Fill my pussy, daddy—just want your hot cum dripping from my cunt, cum deep inside me," Yujin breathes out, more demand than plea at this stage. Your grip on her arms remains strong while her cunt gets so greedy, so desperate and needing to drain every bit of cum from your heavy balls, the grip so snug and demanding it's all too much for you.
"Give me that fucking load, please, pump it in deep, please—cum in my perfect, pretty little pussy, daddy."
No longer in any position to fight it, that voice is such candy to listen to, the way she sounds so depraved, begging for it, giving into you like no one else does. You let her arms lower back so she can plant her palms flat on the surface of the table, while you get the most harsh grip you can muster on those wide, full hips, just in the nick of time.
And the final slam is all it takes, burying your cock and exploding with a deep groan from your lungs, cum spurting inside her pussy without relent, one after the next, painting her insides a creamy white until there's no space left for any of it to leak out.
You can hear Wonyoung off the side chasing her own climax, not able to stay silent even through this as you empty your balls inside Yujin's gorgeous, hot cunt, holding on those hips for dear life, just like the sweat clinging to her sinful curves.
"So warm, daddy," Yujin says faintly, the slightest hint of exhaustion to her voice. "Better than any birthday present. Thank you, such a big load all for me, can feel it dripping from my cunt already."
Nothing but the last bit of stamina keeping you upright, leaning over her and kissing her skin wherever your lips can find, wrapping yourself in her scent, her taste, filling her up so much as the last burst comes out.
"Happy birthday, Yujinnie. You've earned this."
Another satisfied moan, turning her head to meet you while her pussy continues that delirious clench, lips on yours and that tongue diving in deep. Your cock can't help but throb inside as your orgasm finally falters with two greedy handfuls of her ass.
Then the realization hits, when your cock pops free, a torrent of your seed leaking out along those thick, succulent thighs, running down in a steady trickle—that this is yet another box to check off that long list of places you've defiled.
"Where's my kiss? It's my birthday too," Wonyoung whines with her cute pout and puffed out cheeks, half sprawled out on that chair.
"Get over here, if you want it. Not leaving this spot."
Wobbly to her feet, she can barely keep herself upright as she heads over, stumbling for a few steps. You're quick to help her, and her lips latch on yours immediately, still with your hands on Yujin's ass.
"It's definitely not your birthday, anymore, brat," Yujin teases, planting a deep kiss on those pouting lips.
"It is somewhere," Wonyoung counters, sharing this same playful smile between the two when you can remember what proper breathing feels like.
"Should get out of here," you manage to utter, squeezing on those hips, running your hands along the sweat on Yujin's naked body.
"Daddy's always worried about getting caught, isn't he? We locked the door. Nobody's coming."
"Still—probably need to clean up this mess we've made."
Like that's even possible at this point as you struggle to find your own clothes in this sea of discarded garments.
"Two naked girls on their birthday and all you care about is the cum on the floor," Yujin says with a shake of her head, collecting all the clothes as best she can. You somehow find your shirt, most buttons busted, a futile effort of saving your dignity.
"Apologies for having manners and wanting to leave this place the same way we found it."
"Where's the fun in that?" Wonyoung chimes in, looking around while her messy black hair just falls everywhere.
"Agreed,” Yujin says, doing little to help. ”Besides, this is a Chemistry lab. Which means there's plenty of things to clean this up. Probably."
You should have known better, you suppose, to try and reason with either of these girls. Before you can object again, you're being dragged away from the discarded pair of underwear on the ground out the door.
"First things, first. I still haven't eaten my birthday cake yet," Yujin starts when you round the corner. "And after that, I'm a little hungry. Chocolate sounds fucking delicious right about now."
Cake does little to quell Yujin's hunger it turns out.
Back against the kitchen counter, your hands grasp tight for support when Yujin gets your cock buried down the back of her wet throat. Not even a little respite after a slice of cake, nor any time to wash it down before she's all over you again, devouring you whole like you're the actual dessert.
Wonyoung is more occupied, sucking off the remaining frosting left on your fingertips, having an equally voracious appetite when they keep her lips parted. You should be used to this by now, knowing a birthday celebration isn't complete without at least one attempt to bring you to another orgasm, no matter how exhausted.
But Wonyoung is more interested in sucking your fingers long after any traces of frosting are gone, your cock as hard as before.
Yujin's greedy lips keep a tight seal. She never gags, never holds back, letting spit just leak from the corners of her full lips, both hands firmly gripping your thighs when she sucks your dick like she needs it to live.
So what's left to do but lean over and get another taste of the frosting, the same one on Wonyoung's pale midriff moments ago, which Yujin promptly licked right off her. Both of you licking whipped cream off her nipples, drawing a sticky heart on her thighs that gets licked clean too.
"That frosting tasted so good—almost as much as this cock," Yujin says with an innocent grin that she tries to muster. Her head bobbing so frantically that it makes your head a little lightheaded, and Wonyoung is much too busy feeding her oral fixation to respond, almost gagging herself on your digits.
If this is their birthday celebration, you wonder why you're the one being spoiled instead—
It's a thought that vanishes within seconds, these two staring with absolute lust, eyes fixated on you while each one slobbers on a part of you, until that tightness in your balls creeps up.
"God, fuck—you two are gonna make me cum again."
There's nothing better you can say to them, especially when they glance at each other again, another quick look that confirms everything you're thinking. Yujin gets one more long suck, a loud, wet pop with her hungry little mouth until she withdraws, moving in right next to Wonyoung, cheek to cheek when her hand takes over.
"One more gift for our birthdays, right, daddy?" Wonyoung asks, both pairs of eyes glued on your cock that Yujin pumps furiously, angled toward those pretty faces, moments from completion.
They already know the answer, your shaft moments away from exploding all over the birthday duo. Yujin strokes every bit she can, gripping nice and tight, and they just lean in close, ready to receive their extra, special gift.
Which is exactly what you give, shooting out a couple thick, powerful strands of hot cum all over their waiting mouths, painting them a sticky white. Yujin strokes out as many as you have in your balls over their flawless features, landing on their lips and tongues, a stray shot splattered across Yujin's nose, one all the way up Wonyoung's forehead. Both just giggle, your cum blasting all across as they don't flinch, catching every bit they can while being used like a canvas.
"The icing on the cake—so to speak," Yujin adds, grinning brightly while she helps pump out every shot, hot, sticky strands of your cum looking so good glazed on these pretty faces.
"My favorite icing," Wonyoung says, leaning over to swipe her tongue across Yujin's lip, cleaning off a bit. She laughs, doing the same right back, tongues both swirling on cum-coated lips, hand still stroking your sensitive shaft until the orgasm tapers.
"Hope you both got everything you wanted, girls. Happy birthday."
It almost feels wrong to say that while you watch them make out with your load covering their faces, but these two don't seem to do anything but indulge each other, answering the question without a thought.
"Always do, daddy. So very generous this year." Yujin isn't done kissing your seed right off Wonyoung, leaving a little on her own face, clearly more preoccupied with showering her partner-in-crime in affection. And that's fine, as you stand back and watch, still wondering how the hell you ever ended up like this.
"We have a new car to break in too," Wonyoung says, her eyes starting to look dazed when she turns her attention back to you. "So maybe a shower, put up this cake, go for a joy ride. Dinner and getting plastered at a fancy restaurant?"
Nothing sounds better than that.
"Perfect. Come on, let's wash up before daddy needs to take a nap," Yujin teases, swiping a finger through the leftover cake and popping it into her mouth.
She looks back at you before scurrying off, still traces of your fresh load on her face as she grabs Wonyoung and drags her to the shower, one which will surely take far, far longer than it really needs.
For now, all you do is sigh with a grin on your face and put the cake away, hoping they leave enough warm water for you to use too.
thx for the request anon it was fun writing hehe!! enjoy
the bedroom was dark and warm, the only light coming from the small lamp on the nightstand. you were spread out on your back, thighs trembling violently around jake’s head as he devoured you like a man who had been starving for weeks.
his strong arms were locked around your thighs, holding you wide open for him, his face completely buried between your legs. he had been down there for almost an hour now, and there was absolutely no sign of him slowing down.
if anything, the more you shook, the hungrier he got.
“jake—fuck—please, i can’t take anymore,” you sobbed, fingers tangled desperately in his messy hair, trying weakly to pull him away.
your pussy was swollen, puffy, and hypersensitive after four intense orgasms. every single nerve ending felt like it was on fire, raw and ringing with a wild, buzzing heat. tears streamed down your cheeks, your body shaking uncontrollably against the mattress.
but jake just moaned loudly against your clit, the vibration sending another massive shockwave through your overstimulated body. he was completely lost in it, entirely tuned out to anything that wasn’t the wet, sweet taste of you.
his eyes were closed, his face shiny and dripping with your juices, his tongue working you with messy, hungry strokes that left you completely breathless. he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly while two thick fingers curled deep inside you, stretching you out and pumping without a shred of mercy.
“just a little more, baby,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and wrecked, barely pulling back enough to speak, his lips slick and glistening. “you taste so fucking good. i can’t stop. please let me keep going. i need it. i fucking need it, yeah?”
his tongue dove back in immediately, licking broad, heavy stripes from your entrance all the way up to your clit before sucking hard again.
the wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out filled the entire bedroom, echoing off the quiet walls. he was addicted. completely, shamelessly addicted to your pussy. the way you tasted, how you clenched around his tongue, your cries for him.
he didn’t want to stop. he couldn’t stop.
it was like a fever in his blood, a desperation that only grew sharper with every single wet noise he pulled out of you.
“jake—oh my god—i’m gonna cum again—” you wailed, hips jerking uncontrollably, your hands gripping his hair tight enough to pull, but he only pressed his face deeper, loving the pain if it meant he was closer to your heat.
he groaned happily, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated right through your clit. his fingers pumped faster, curling against that perfect, sensitive spot inside you while his tongue flicked relentlessly.
your fifth orgasm crashed through you hard, blindingly intense, your walls spasming violently as you squirted all over his face and tongue. jake moaned like it was the absolute best thing he’d ever tasted in his life, drinking every single drop he could, licking you clean with heavy, desperate laps without pulling away for even a second.
you were a complete mess—hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, thighs quivering uncontrollably, voice broken from screaming his name into the empty air.
your body was oversensitive to the point of pain now, every single touch feeling like an electric shock straight to your nerves. you were completely spent, hollowed out by pleasure, but jake was still right there, his breath hot and ragged against your soaked skin.
“too much—baby please—i can’t—i’m too sensitive—” you begged, tears pouring down your face.
you tried to close your legs, your muscles weak and twitching, but his strong arms kept them pinned wide open, locking your knees back against the mattress so you had no choice but to take him.
he finally looked up at you, his eyes dark and completely hazy with lust, his lips swollen and glistening with your wetness.
he looked entirely unhinged, completely consumed by you. “you can take it,” he whispered, his voice rough and scraping against his throat. “you’re doing so well for me, princess. just one more. please. i need to taste you cumming again. you’re so fucking addictive. i can’t get enough of you. look at what you do to me.”
before you could even formulate a protest, he dove right back in. his tongue was slightly gentler this time, slow and soothing, but no less determined, no less starved.
he licked long, dragging stripes through your folds, savoring every leftover drop of your release, then focused on your swollen, throbbing clit with soft, lazy circles that made your whole lower half twitch. his fingers stayed buried deep inside you, stroking slowly, keeping you wound up tight, right on the agonizing edge of another peak.
you were crying openly now, your body twitching with every single lap of his tongue. “jake—baby—please—i love you but i can’t—it’s too much—i’m gonna lose my mind—”
“shhh, i know, i know,” he murmured lovingly against your pussy, pressing soft, wet kisses to your aching clit, his hot breath making you shiver from head to toe. “but you’re so pretty when you cum for me. just let me have this. let me make you feel good. give it to me, baby.”
he sucked your clit gently into his mouth again, humming happily, a dark, primal sound of pure satisfaction as he worked you toward another orgasm.
your sixth one hit you like a slow, devastating wave, weaker than the others in volume but so much deeper, making your whole body convulse as you sobbed his name into the dark room.
jake kept licking you right through the entire spasm, drawing the pleasure out, swallowing everything you gave him until you were nothing but a shaking, whimpering puddle beneath him.
only then did he finally crawl up your body, his chest heavy and hot against yours. he kissed you deeply, a messy, bruising kiss so you could taste yourself all over his tongue, marking you with your own sweetness.
his hard cock pressed firmly against your thigh, twitching with need, but he made no move to fuck you.
he didn't even care about his own release right now, he was completely drunk on what he’d just done to you. he just held you close, his strong arms wrapping around your trembling waist, stroking your messy hair and kissing your tear-streaked cheeks with an intensity that made you dizzy.
“you’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice full of absolute awe, his chest heaving against yours. “i could eat this pretty pussy forever. i’m so fucking addicted to you. i don't think i'm ever gonna let you put clothes on again.”
you let out a weak, breathless laugh, clinging to his broad shoulders because your arms felt like lead. “you’re actually insane, jake sim.”
he grinned against your neck, a sharp, delighted little smile, and you could feel the dangerous spark in him hadn't faded at all.
his hands shifted, tracing down the curve of your waist, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips before his grip tightened again. "only for you, baby. only for you."
and just like that, before you could even realize what he was doing, his weight shifted. his hands slid right back down to the inside of your thighs, parting your trembling legs back out to the sides.
you let out a whimper of protest, your hands weakly pushing at his shoulders, but he was entirely immovable. his head disappeared right back between your thighs, his hot breath instantly hitting your raw, soaking wet skin.
"wait, please—" you gasped, your hips automatically trying to lift away from him, but his grip on your thighs was like iron.
he didn't even answer with words this time. he just let out a low, needy growl, burying his nose right back into your center.
his tongue licked a thick, wet path right over your hyper-stimulated clit, and your whole body locked up, a high-pitched cry ripping from your throat as the sheer overstimulation sent a jolt straight up your spine.
he was completely relentless.
he used his thumbs to part your swollen lips, exposing you fully to the cool air of the room for just a second before his warm, wet mouth closed around you again. he started sucking you with a rhythmic, heavy pull, his tongue flicking back and forth across the ultra-sensitive nub until you were thrashing against the sheets, your fingers digging into the mattress, tearing at the fabric because you had nowhere else to put the overwhelming sensation.
"please, jake, i'm too open, it hurts—it feels too good, please—" you screamed, your head tossing from side to side.
but jake was completely deaf to your pleas, entirely single-minded. he was high on the scent of you, drunk on the taste that seemed to cover his entire face.
he slid two fingers back inside your slick entrance, and you immediately clamped down around them, your walls tight and trembling from the exhaustion of so many orgasms. he groaned against your skin, the vibration almost too much to bear, and began to pump his fingers in a cruel, demanding pace, matching the frantic rhythm of his tongue.
he wanted to break you.
he wanted to see how many times he could make you shatter, wanted to fill his mouth with you until he couldn't breathe. his strokes grew messier, heavier, his jaw working hard as he devoured you, entirely shameless about how desperately he needed to feel you ruin yourself for him again.
your hips started to roll on their own, completely helpless against the onslaught. the heat was building again, impossible and terrifying, curling tight in your lower belly.
you couldn't handle another one, your body was too raw, too sensitive, but jake was dragging you right over the edge anyway, pulling you kicking and screaming into another peak.
"jake, jake, jake—" you chanted, your voice completely wrecked, sobbing as your hips gave a violent, involuntary jerk.
he knew exactly what that meant.
he increased the pressure, his tongue pressing hard against your clit, his fingers driving deep and fast, holding you perfectly still so you couldn't escape the pleasure.
and when your seventh orgasm tore through your exhausted body, it was a total collapse. you squirted and gushed violently against his mouth, your muscles contracting so hard it was almost a cramp, a broken wail leaving your lips as you completely lost control.
jake took every bit of it, swallowing hard, his eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy as he held you wide open, consuming your release like it was life-giving, completely unbothered by how much of a messy, beautiful disaster you both were.
@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.
synopsis ╋━ Your obsession with your boyfriend’s biceps is seriously unmatched. People would call you pathetic, but you’re just in love with your partner, and he finds you adorable.
✓ author’s note! :: bro the korean people are deadass crazy to call him chubby like ??!?!? i’m obsessed with the bigdaddyhoon agenda and his biceps gawd dayum
