Say Good Things
Jo Haseul x Male reader
Genre : Smut
Word count : 1.6k
Tags : BFH, Public sex, plot what plot
a/n : Wasn't actually gonna post this but @starconstruction told me to so you can thank him ig. Just a little quick and rough thing I made today while I edit this week's proper release because uhhh...yeah. Haseul. Nuff said.
“N–Noona…” The staircase's steps dig into your back as Haseul expertly works you with her mouth. Her tongue slithers, twirls and twiddles at all the right spots that make your legs tremble as you struggle to muffle your moans.
You can’t quite remember the chain of events that led you into this position. There was something about your sister Jiwoo dragging you to this…party? Meetup? Some kinda gathering for one of the twelve hundred communities she seems to be a part of somehow. Even has some special name for them, Chuu or whatever.
You do recall a particular sentence though, how wouldn’t you? It’s what finally set you off in the first place. “The flies in an Egyptian tomb have more social lives than you do.” To be fair, she isn’t far from the truth, but it’s your sister, so you gotta prove her wrong.
That has proven much easier said than done, however. You’ve been such a hermit for the better part of your adulthood that merely stepping into the doorway felt like a gargantuan commitment. Nobody in the crowd paid any mind to you, everyone in their own preestablished cliques. Your comfort zone actually liked it, but you bothering to be around them at all didn’t click too well with the rest of you. Heck, not even Jiwoo paid much mind, darting off to her circle as soon as you entered the crowd’s perimeter.
Someone from Jiwoo’s circle did eventually find you, necessitating you to break out the rusty—downright corroded—social skills you possess. “Haseul. Jo Haseul,” she introduced herself. From that alone she exuded an air of comfort, care, cosiness. Like a nice blanket that’s just the right temperature. She didn’t force herself onto you, letting you place your presence around her without losing yourself in the process. Perhaps one of the virtues of being some seven years older than you are.
A virtue which is the most likely culprit of why you can’t redraw the exact gradient that led to her blowing you in the emergency stairwell. Only some mentions of her “needing help” with something and finding you cute. Not like you’re entirely opposed to the ongoing events, having stolen not so innocent glances at her for the past two hours. Actually living it out, though? Your perverted imaginations couldn’t even begin to match the real thing.
“What is it, baby? Hmm?” Haseul whispers, giving a small peck at your tip as she pulls off. “We're gonna...we're gonna get c–caught if you keep doing that!” you wheeze, panting heavily as your heart tries jumping out of your ribs.
Haseul offers a smile in response, the kind that's so warm and caring most times, but also drives you mad in the current situation. She crawls and brings herself above you, almost floating with how smooth and sultry her movement is.
“Do you like it though? Like it when noona gets you off where she shouldn't be?” she whispers, her breaths hot against your ear, and her fingers even hotter as she guides your achingly hard shaft between her thighs.
You whimper at the sensation, your hip involuntarily bucking towards her. “Noona, please...you're really—”
"Yes or no, baby. Do you like it?"
“I—shit!” Haseul rocks her body ever so slowly, her creamy, meaty thighs obscuring all vestiges of reason as they squeeze and slide against your shaft. “I like it! I fucking love it, noona! It feels so good—mmh!” you rattle breathlessly.
“Ah–ah. Language, baby,” she purrs, slowing to a halt and making you almost whine. “If you wanna feel good, then say good things, understood?”
“G–Got it, noona. I'm sorry.”
“Good boy.” Haseul gently kisses and nibbles your earlobe, then prods her tongue into the ear canal as she moves her body again at a more rapid pace. You utterly fail to stop the shaky moan that leaks out of your mouth, the noise reverberating off of the stairwell along with the moist sounds of Haseul's thighs pumping your length, her own slick beginning to coat the surface.
The sight of this breathtaking woman thighfucking you, letting out small moans between her breaths into your ear, along with the decadence of doing it in public pushes you to the edge. Heat pools and coils in your loins, threatening to burst under her.
“Noona, I'm getting close! I feel—I'm gonna…”
“Not yet, baby. Not without my permission,” Haseul breathes against you, slowing down her movements to a stop. You whine needily at it, almost sobbing. “Noona, I'm so close, just—”
“Mmm–mmm. What did I say? If you wanna feel good…” she pulls away entirely, leaving you a throbbing, leaking mess. “ …say good things. Come on now.”
“Mmm, I wanna...p–please! Please let me cum! Please let me feel good, let me paint your thighs. Please, Haseul noona!” you beg, even putting your trembling hands together.
Haseul laughs softly at your actions, crawling back towards you. “Attaboy. You're so adorable like this.” She separates your hands and puts them on her sides, letting you feel the curves of her body under her jacket. You instinctively grip them, soft and yet firm, making her moan.
“But...I can’t let you cum all over my thighs. It'll be too much of a mess,” she pouts. You were about to protest before she reaches under her skirt and tugs her panties aside, letting her arousal drip free from her sopping wet cunt. “So you're gonna unload inside me instead.”
Your jaws drop and your eyes widen, darting between her face and her pussy. “Noona...you serious?”
“Uh-huh. Gotta keep it all contained, I'm not wasting a single drop of all that virgin cum,” Haseul states and licks her lip, her voice low and intoxicating as she lines up above you. “You'll do that for me, won't you baby?”
“Y–Yes! Yes! Absolutely!” you nod furiously, your grip on her waist tightening. She hums in delight, then gasps with her mouth agape as she sinks down onto you in one smooth motion.
Haseul's heat and tightness makes you choke on a breath, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Holy fu—uhmmm. Noona! You feel so good! It's so...you're so…” You're at a loss for more words, her walls fluttering around you and almost breaking your spillway open.
“You too, baby. You fill—ahhh. Fill me up so well, so hard…” she moans, wrapping her arms around your neck as she starts rolling her hips, grinding your cock against that spot in her walls that muddies her mind with pleasure.
“Shh...baby, don't be too loud,” Haseul whispers, kissing you to muffle your helpless grunts and moans. “You don't want to actually get caught, now do you?”
“N–No! That...wouldn't be good.” You bite your lips hard to try and stay quiet, but let out a broken scream right after. “Oh God, noona! You feel too good! You're taking me so well!”
Haseul muffles a moan at your words, doing much better at volume control. She puts a hand over your mouth, the other hand anchoring herself on your shoulder. “Relax, baby. It'll make this easier.”
That's a tall order with how tight and moist her walls are around you, but regardless you try your best. She takes her hand off to muffle some of her own moans, with you managing deep breaths that don't sound too suspicious.
“Mmmhh, noona! I can’t...I can't hold on anymore! I'm gonna cum! Please..." you wheeze, your release knocking too hard and fast on your doors even as you relax and Haseul maintains her slow pace. "Please let me cum! Let me cum inside you!”
Haseul puts her hand over your mouth again, her grip on your shoulder tightening. “Do it, baby. Fill me up. Relax and let...mmmh. Let it all out,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering as her orgasm also nears.
No more than three rolls of her hips are needed before you explode, crying out into her palm. Your thick, hot cum gushes into her depths, painting every crevice with your seed in heavy spurts.
Haseul shatters not long after, grunting into your shoulder. Her back is locked in an arch as she shudders above you, her walls clamping and pulsing around your shaft, milking you for everything you have.
You stay conjoined like that for a few minutes, panting into each other as your highs come down. Loud chatter from behind one of the doors to the stairwell does eventually bring you back to reality, pulling off of each other.
Haseul's pussy unsheathes you with a small pop, some of your cum leaking from her slit. She hastily scoops them up and slurps it, sliding her panties back into place to keep the rest inside.
“I'm not letting any go to waste. I'm gonna go the rest of the day with your cum inside me, you hear?”
“Y–Yeah.” You can’t really offer anything else, what the hell do you say to that?
“And if I run out…” She leans forward and grabs your chin. “You're gonna give me a nice refill when I ask, won't you baby?”
“I...yes! I'm gonna! I'll fill you up anytime, noona!” you state firmly.
“Good boy. Maybe you’re not as hopeless as Chuu made you out to be,” Haseul hums, giving you a peck on the lips before standing back up, sorting herself out as if nothing happened.
“Be seeing you.” She gives an elegant wave and turns around, going through the door and leaving you there, your cock still out and moist with her release. And boy, just the thought of her brings hardness back to it, already twitching and eager for more. “Be seeing you, Haseul noona.”
