Heat Resistance (m)
requested: yes
bap jongup smut? ;)
Group/Member: B.A.P./ Moon Jongup
word count: 3.7k words
summary: The heat was ruthless, both day and night. But your boyfriend, however, was the most ruthless of them all.
The summers were hot. Hot most likely wasn’t a word descriptive enough to get the full feeling across. Scorching, broiling, searing, blistering, scalding, roasting- the list could go on and on. While the days were absolutely horrible, filled with cold showers and numerous trips to the water fountains and countless dollars spent on batteries for your little hand held fan, the nights offered no relief whatsoever. The nights were spent tossing and turning, sweating enough that the hairs falling out of your haphazard ponytails and buns and braids sticking to your forehead and neck. The nights were filled with irritated kicks at the covers and sheets, sleeping with one leg out or with the covers gone altogether in an attempt to reach a comfortable temperature; sometimes the discomfort was so bad that you disregarded the bed altogether and slept on the cool hardwood floors of your shared apartment, using nothing but a pillow to support your head.
Honestly, you would put money on the fact that maybe you wouldn’t be so hot at night if you didn’t share a bed with someone who had the body temperature of a space heater, who also preferred to cuddle at night. You loved your boyfriend, and the safety and security you felt being encased in his arms at night- really, you did- but it was just too hot.So no matter how you tried to endure the heat for the sake of comfort and to feed the general craving for late night intimacy, you always wound up pushing him away, or waiting for him to fall asleep so you could slip your way from his arms.
“Jong,” you would whine, pushing slightly against his chest. “Come on, it’s too hot.” Most of the time, Jongup would groan in complain, but he would otherwise comply and let go.
There were also the times where you would finally manage to find peace in your bed, but just as you begin to drift away into the realm of sleep, Jongup would stir. Nine times out of ten, he would roll over with his eyes still closed, throat still rough from sleep, and reach out for you. His arms would pull you to him, pressing his chest heatedly against your back, pulling you in close enough that you could feel every inch of his hard-on that would press into the crease of your bum. As much as you loved him and as much as you loved having sex with him, it was just too fucking hot.
“Jong,” you would whine again, pushing slightly against his chest. “Come on, it’s too hot.” Usually, he would give in and let you go again, willing himself to sleep, although admittedly with a huge pout on his lips.
Jongup was never a pusher to begin with. He was actually rather shy when it came to almost anything, which was one of the things that you loved about him. He never tried to force you to do something you didn’t want to, never tried to convince you of anything after the first refusal. He was always the sweetest and tended to put you before himself for pretty much everything. If he was doing the shopping, he picked mostly things he knew you liked. If he went shopping for more clothes or shoes, he always bought something for you. Even down to the TV shows you both watched, or where you went for dates, it was always whatever you wanted, your pleasure before his own. There weren’t many guys left like that in the world, and you were always astonished by the fact that you had managed to get someone like Moon Jongup. In every way, he was your own little blessing. But sometimes, you wished he would be a bit more selfish. He was shy, you understood, but being in a relationship wasn’t all about one person, no matter how much he enjoyed it that way. You wanted to do all sorts of things for him too- make his favorite meals, buy him gifts, anything to make him happy.
Tonight was like every other night at first. Your shower was cold, you pajamas covering as little skin as you could manage, and bed covers bunched at the foot of the bed, fan spinning at the top speed it could go. The night was spent tossing and turning, sweating enough that the hairs falling out of your haphazard and messy bun were sticking to your forehead and neck. The night was filled with irritated kicks at the covers and sheets, sleeping with the covers gone altogether in an attempt to reach a comfortable temperature. You were drifting in and out of a semi comfortable sleep at around three in the morning, when Jongup rolled over, grabbed you tightly around the waist and yanked you across the bed. He pulled you flush against his body, pressing his chest to your back so tightly that you could feel every dip and curve of his abdomen, as well as his usual ‘problem.’
“Babe,” He would whisper gently, starting by peppering small, opened mouth kisses up and down the sides of your neck. As his lips migrated from your neck down across your shoulders and back up to your jawline, he began to speak again. “I need a little help.”
“Jonguppie, it’s way too hot.” You whined, shoving your face into your pillow in an attempt to ignore the delicious heat licking at your backside. He sucked on the sensitive skin at the juncture of your neck, softly biting before tracing his tongue around it. “Jongup, seriously.”
“Exactly.” He retaliated, which somewhat surprised you. Usually, Jongup would have just rolled back over and gone to sleep, but this time he was pushing a bit. “It’s already hot, so what’s a bit extra gonna do? Besides,” Jongup cut himself off, rolling over so that he was half hovering over you, forearms pressed against the bed to keep him up. “You whine about the heat all the time. We should do some… resistance training. Y’know, build up some endurance.”
You could feel your resolve weakening. It was amazing, t be honest, just how easily Jongup could tur you into putty. His lips and tongue were still keeping themselves busy on your neck, although in the new position, Jongup was ducking down t press kisses along your chest, sucking particularly on your collarbones. He rolled the rest of the way over, so that he was completely on top of you, taking a second to situate himself. He was nestled in between your legs comfortably, which you had spread accommodatingly out of habit for him, one arm holding him up while the other was tracing lines along your hip. Annoyingly enough, you no longer wanted him to get off and stop so you could sleep, but instead you just wanted him to kiss you already.
“Jongup,” you breathed gently, reaching a hand up to tangle in his hair, messy from sleep. You ran your hands through it softly once, twice, then three times- but on the third time you kept your hand still at the back of his head, tugging softly on it as you brought him down into a kiss.
When your lips finally met, the concerns about the heat and your discomfort all but disappeared from your mind. His lips were soft against yours, but the kiss quickly turned into something a bit rougher, something desperate. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, biting and tugging gently, sucking on it as he went. Groaning loudly, you deepened the kiss. It was a sort of battle, tongues desperately clashing against one another, gums smashing together, noses bumping as you tried to pull each other as close as humanly possible. You pulled away for a split second just to attach you lips to the sensitive spot where his neck met his jawline and suck roughly, sure to leave a bruise. Jongup moaned loudly, long and deep and absolutely guttural, the sound shooting straight between your legs like a wildfire. Bucking your hips up, you brushed you thinly clothed sex across Jongup’s boxers, pressing every inch of your heat against his length. The resounding moan that tore from his lips- holy shit, you had never heard anything sexier.
Jongup broke away from your hold to tug off his top, a simple black sleeveless top, which was already sticking to his body from sweat. The second his skin was exposed you were on him, hands sliding up his stomach and then past his chest, running your thumbs over is nipples as you passed them. Your hands curled around his shoulder to wind around his neck again as you leaned up, chasing him for another kiss. Jongup leaned back away from you, laughing.
“You’re the one who said it was too hot.” He said, grinning.“And you’re the one who said we needed to chase the heat away.” You shot back. “Besides, what the hell, Jong? Why are you teasing me when you’re that hard?”
“Because I like you best when you’re whining.” He laughed. You smacked his shoulder, pushing yourself up and on top of Jongup. On your way up, you hastily yanked off your tank top, leaving your upper body bare.
You felt his hands before you even saw them move. They started low at your hips, before sliding up the curve of your back. One hand stayed up to tangle in your hair, winding into the strands underneath the loosened bun, while the other slipped back down and around to grab hold of a breast. Jongup sat up, keeping you straddling his lap, and roughly pulled your hair to crane your neck. As his hand massaged your left breast his mouth descended on your left. He sucked roughly on your nipple, before dragging his teeth against it and tugging. You whined loudly, grinding your hips down on his erection. He released your nipple with a loud pop and pushed you down onto the bed. His fingers dipped into the waistband of your sleep shorts and past the line of your panties,pulling them down before skimming gently along your slit once, twice, three times, before dipping inside. His fingers circled up and over your clit, flicking it gently. Your hands scrambled for purchase along Jongup’s shoulders, gripping them tightly as you moaned, rolling your hips into his hands.
“Jesus,” Jongup groaned, the veins in his neck straining as he visibly swallowed. “Holy hell, you’re wet. C-Can I…?”
You knew exactly what he was asking for. As confident as he seemed most of the time, Jongup really was a shy man. The idea if asking to eat you out itself was mortifying to him, no matter how much he enjoyed doing it, and how much you enjoyed receiving. So, he usually tried to find any way that he could to essentially beat around the bush, to ask without asking. And usually, you accepted. His lips were plump, and his tongue was long. The things he could do with his tongue- just thinking about it was enough to get you off. But this time, you didn’t want things to be about you. Jongup was always doing things for your pleasure alone, so you figured it was time do return the favor.
“No, not this time. You always go down on me, and you always do such a good job, babe.” You murmured, sitting up. You sat on your knees in front of him, pushing him gently so that he was laying flat on his back. “Let me do this for you.” With that, you began to trace your fingers lightly around the waistband of his boxers, dipping your fingers in to gently rub the skin before you began to pull his underwear off entirely. Then you grabbed him, your grip was soft, skimming your thumb up and down the side of his shaft before squeezing tightly at the base.
You felt his whole body shudder, a low groan humming through his body as he dropped his bead back. As you trailed your hand along the underside of his cock, your nails dragged against his skin, thumb circling the head of his dick before your mouth descended. His breathing hitched and the muscles in his legs tightened visibly as took him into your mouth, keeping your tongue pressed against him as you took him farther into your mouth. When you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, his hips bucked up roughly without warning, and he let out a loud moan that sounded closer to a whine.
In the time that you and Jongup had been together, this was the first time you had ever given him head. You supposed that it all boiled down to the fact that Jongup simply preferred giving to receiving, but it was something that you had always wanted to do. The image of him a whining mess beneath you, muscles straining under the effort to keep still, eyes screwed closed, fists curled into the sheets or even better yet, tightened into your hair, was one of the biggest turn ons you could think of. Even now, as you steadily worked your way up and down his cock, licking along the veins on the underside of his dick, bobbing your head up and down in varying rhythms to tease him, you were resisting the urge to rub your thighs together. There was no way that you weren’t dripping, not with the way that Jongup was moaning your name.
"[Y/N],“ He said with visible effort, lifting his head to look down at you. "Holy hell, why haven’t we done this before?” He groaned with a particularly hard suck, the hand that wasn’t holding him up flying down to tangle itself tightly into your hair. Eventually, Jongup decided to give up on being polite and letting you have your way with him. He began to tug on your hair, guiding you into a speed that he wanted. There was one particular pull on your hair that did it for you- he had roughly yanked your hair in a way that pushed you further down onto his cock, and you loved every bit of it. The stinging in your scalp had effectively traveled its way down into your dripping sex in a way you didn’t think possible. You moaned loudly, although slightly muffled by his cock, and that seemed to be the final straw for him.
With another rough tug, Jongup pulled you off of him quickly, leaving you dazed and open mouthed and panting deliciously. He pushed you back onto the bed, saying “Hurry and get on all fours.” His eyes flashed, and you knew you weren’t going to keep him waiting. Hell, you felt as though if you weren’t touched within the next ten seconds, you were going to cry.
You tugged your sleeping shorts and underwear off in one motion, tossing them somewhere randomly before turning over to settle comfortably on your knees, bending forward to settle your weight into your forearms and push your ass out. Your body was hot, unbelievably so; you could feel the flush of your skin without seeing it, and you could already tell that you had a sheen of sweat about you. You were breathing heavily, on the verge of panting, and Jongup hadn’t even touched you yet.
You soon felt his hand brushing themselves over your body; over the swell of your ass, down to your thighs, back up and around to caress your breasts, and then finally to the aching spot between your legs. By this point you knew the both of you were too worked up and impatient for any more foreplay, but Jongup had always been a tease, so he took his time. He dipped a finger in between your lower lips, dragging it down to your opening, before pushing two fingers in. His other hand continued to squeeze your ass, borderline roughly, before swinging down in a loud crack. You breathed in sharply, whining quietly as you pushed back against his hand.
“Jongup, please,” You breathed, bucking your hips against his fingers again. “No more teasing.”
“Then what do you want me to do, babe?” He asked, no doubt smirking. This way another thing you had found that Jongup had a thing for. He like to make you say things straight out, almost to the point of begging. Maybe it was the dirty talking aspect of it, or maybe it really was the begging that got him- you weren’t sure. But what you were sure of was that it got him heated up like almost nothing else. So you swallowed your pride, figuring that at this point, you’d rather be fucked than hold onto the last bit of dignity.
“Please, Jongup,” you began to whine again, rotating your hips. “Please, please, just fuck me already. Please, Jong!”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He said teasingly, leaning down to press kisses along your shoulders and back. You could feel him pressing up against your ass, harder than rock and still wet from your mouth, and you could hear the ripping sound of the condom package opening. Within a few seconds, he was sliding into you smoothly. He bottomed out easily, his thighs pressed against yours, and didn’t waste any time before pulling back to the tip and thrusting. The pace was set quickly, a rough and fast one that sent your body pushing foreward, moving enough that you had to brace your hands against the headboard to keep you from hitting it. Your fingers scrambled for purchase, back arching as you kept trying to return his thrusts.
Jongup’s hips continued to snap forward at a steady pace, and your moans only continued to rise in volume. You were sure that it hadn’t been long since he started, but you were already close. “J-Jong, Jong I’m,” you stuttered helplessly, one of your hands slipping down to grab the sheets. “I can’t!” You cried.
One hand was gripping your waist tightly, tight enough that you were sure there would be bruises tomorrow, but the other one let go and began to move around to your front. It circled around and found its place between your legs, rubbing furiously at your clit. You cried out louder than you had before, ultimately giving up on holding the headboard, instead slumping down. You buried your head into the pillows, gripping them tightly and moaning into them.
Jongup’s hips began to stutter as he groaned louder. “Come on, babe.” He panted, flicking your clit again. “Come on, give it to me. Let go.” The pressure in your stomach built to an almost painful point as Jongup continued to speak to you, voice rough and strained. It snapped suddenly, your orgasm sweeping over you unexpectedly, like being hit by a wave from behind. You were sure that you screamed, body seizing up and shaking as you desperately bucked your hips back into Jongup. You probably sounder hysterical, long streams of ‘oh my god’ and 'fuck, oh shit’ and Jongup’s name most likely almost incoherent in your bliss.
Jongup hadn’t cum yet. His hips kept pushing, snapping forward over and over again, prolonging your orgasm for that much longer. You could hear him cursing behind you, and you instinctively knew he was biting his lips, seeking his own end. His fingers hadn’t moved from you clit yet, and the over sensitivity was beginning to take over your sense. You squirmed in his hold, arms almost folding backwards to grab onto him. The pleasure was beginning to wane and then spike again, rising even quicker the second time. “Jongup, please." You cried desperately. "I- I can’t, not another, I-”
“Yes, you can.” He spoke roughly, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up. Your back was pressed against his chest, back arched as the both of you were on your knees, him thrusting into you from behind. “One more, baby. C'mon. Give me one more.” His hand trailed from your hair down your neck, eventually stopping over your right breast. His hips were beginning to lose the steady rhythm, and he began to place hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck, you knew he was getting close. One of your hands flew back to grab onto him, using him as an anchor as you began to press down against him. You wanted him to finish, you wanted him to feel as good as he had made you, as he was making you feel. Jongup moaned loudly, breaking off roughly with a hitched breath and slammed his hips into especially hard as you felt him twitch inside of you. He was cumming, and as he slammed another sloppy thrust against you, so were you.
You don’t know how long it took for both of you to come back to reality, but when you began to process your surroundings again, you realized you were laying down, Jongup beside you. He had already taken off the condom, tied it and tossed it into the bin, and he was now staring at you with a goofy grin on his face.
“What the hell are you looking at?” You hated how breathy your voice sounded, like you had just run a marathon. You also hated how that only made his smile grow.He spread his arms wide.
“Come here.” You sighed and pretended to shake your head at him, but you did as he asked. He tucked your head under his chin, with you resting comfortably against him. It took a few tries, but Jongup managed to kick the blanket far enough up his legs that he pulled it over the both of you. “So,” he began slowly, grinning. You scowled at him. “How did you like the resistance training? Helpful right?” You could both hear and feel him chuckling, and despite yourself, you found yourself laughing with him.
“Shut up and go to sleep.” You told him, settling down again.
“Yes, ma'am.”
