#justb

[umutis]

i literally just started listening to justb like three days ago but oh em gee this is so huge🥺

[lesbianposts]

keep my lover all night, all night

JUSTB 'True Heart'

[justbloving]

I wanna ride it baby

geonu x female reader

best friends to lovers (smut, porn no plot)

Geonu sent you a text 15 minutes ago and you have yet to reply to it for the sake of your sanity.

About an hour and a half ago, Geonu texted you, “going on a ride to my nail app, want pics later? :P”

A simple text, yes, so the fact that you were biting your nails in nerves and you were absolutely procrastinating a response might’ve seemed dramatic. However, Geonu was an absolute slut of a best friend and would not just send you a cute little nail check picture. No, he knows what his hands do to you, and it’s a feeling a best friend should not be feeling. So that picture is probably something that should be posted on OnlyHands or some shit.

Geonu and you have been friends for years now and you would say he’s your best friend. You met him at a club, he was near the DJ, taking shots with his friends and your eyes met his from across the room. He invited you to take shots with him, and you instantly felt comfortable around him. You had just met him, but he was asking you questions, leaving space between you two, making weird men back off of you, and never failing to make you laugh.

And that’s just how Geonu is with you. Always looking after you, making you laugh with his weird antics, and he’s an overall amazing person who loves you. However, to top it all off, he’s also the hottest man you’ve ever seen. Styled and dyed hair black and blonde hair, amazing fashion sense, slim yet fit body, and those painted and decorated hands…you wanted your best friend badly. It was a shame that you had to reel it in so you didn’t make him uncomfortable. It was also a shame that he thrived on teasing the ever loving shit out of you.

Sometimes, Geonu would make you go on a ride with him, and he’d make you wrap your arms around his waist while he sped fast on the bike. But what really drove you crazy was when he’d make you sit in front of him, his leather bound chest against your back and his arms bracketing you as he reached for the handlebars. His helmet resting on your shoulder; His proximity made you blush under your own helmet.

Back to present time, you decided after a few hours it was time to respond to his text. You nervously opened your phone and went to messages.

Two texts from Geonu and one attachment.

Nunu 🦭

okay this set might be my favorite

*insert photo*

Nunu 🦭

are we still on for tonight? i have a bottle of peach soju with ur name on it!!!

Your jaw dropped when you saw the photo. The photo was a selfie of his neck down to the top of his hips, with his hand resting on his lower stomach. He was wearing a white tank top, a fuzzy speckled jacket, blue jeans, a bedazzled black belt, and a long chain necklace. His fingers had chunky silver rings on the pointer, middle, and ring finger, and his nails (the most important part) were dark blue with a white square in the middle. You could also see his hand tattoo, which only made you slightly feral.

But what made you absolutely feral was the little peak of his boxers right underneath his pinky, which was very lightly hooked under the edge of his tank top. Everything about this picture made you feel slightly insane. The fit, the pose, the angle, the hands with rings…you felt very warm and heat gather between your thighs.

You quickly sent a heart reaction to the photo and then responded to the last text.

“Yeah pull up around 7-8, I still gotta shower and finish laundry :>” you replied, patting yourself on the back for seeming nonchalant and not at all panicked.

Then you put your phone down and hopped in the shower.

Around 7:10, a knock on your appartment door rattled you out of your laundry party.

“Shit,” you said, looking at the pile of clothes that still needed to be folded. You walked to the door, smoothing out your cropped t-shirt, and opened the door.

“Hey princess,” he greeted you, big puffer jacket covering up his previous fit and his cheeks were pink from the cold. You could also see the bags in his arm, and was that your favorite food?

“Hey Nu, I’m so sorry I’m still in the middle of laundry,” you apologized, letting him in.

He shrugged while taking off his shoes and hanging up his coat, “That’s fine. Need help? You never have figured out how to properly fold a shirt,” he teased you.

“Shut up, it’s folded enough,” you laugh, grabbing the bag from his hand, “you got fried chicken?”

“And the tteokbokki, obviously,” he said matter of factly. “Oh and the soju is in my coat pocket.”

Two big ass bottles of peach and strawberry soju now sat on your counter, fried chicken and tteokbokki next to it as you guys went to fold the laundry in your room.

“Jesus fuck, this is a mountain, princess,” Geonu laughed in shock at the sheer amount of clothes on your bed. He immediately took a seat on the edge of your bed and started folding your jeans.

“I know, it’s bad. I was so lazy last weekend so it’s all here now,” you sighed, quickly putting your hair up so it wouldn’t make you get all warm from the folding. You didn’t see Geonu’s eyes on you as you did so.

“Lazy? From what, is work killing you again?” Geonu asked in a light tone, but you could tell he was a little concerned. You’ve been working overtime at your barista job for weeks now, ever since your coworkers decided to leave with no warning. So now, it was just you, one coworker, and your boss at the job. And you had picked up almost all the hours needed because your other coworker was just a high school student and couldn’t pick up many weekday shifts. You were exhausted, to say the least. Geonu has been on your ass about getting a new job since then, and you know you should. Plus the coffee shop doesn’t pay great. But you were scared of change…one of your biggest flaws.

“Yeah, my boss hasn’t had much luck getting new hires. Or she’s not trying. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I wish someone would hit me over the head with the register,” you joked, flinging a sock in his general direction. He dodged it and gasped dramatically, “not your head, it’s so cute.” You pretended that didn’t make your heart beat faster. He was just teasing, right?

You guys yapped for a bit before you were done; Geonu really did know how to fold more efficiently. God, why was everything he did so attractive?

“Okay let’s eat before my stomach starts eating itself like some sort of monster,” he yawned, arms lifting and his tank top rising with. Your eyes immediately zoomed in on his lower abs being exposed, face reddening. You didn’t notice he was peeking at your reaction, a little lazy smirk forming.

You both walked to the kitchen and grabbed the food and drinks before heading to the small living room with a worn in couch. You plopped on it, knees bent and on the couch in front of you. You stretched, letting out a little moan as your bones cracked from the stretch. When you looked over, still arms out in a stretch, Geonu was frozen a few steps away, eyes wide.

You cocked your head to the side, arms dropping, “what?”

He snapped out of whatever trance he was in, and sat down beside you, close enough that your knees were touching.

“What’re we watching?” he asked, grabbing the remote from the table in front of you both.

“We never finished that movie from last time?” you suggested, moving to grab the food.

He made a face, “I don’t want to watch horror while we’re eating.”

You laughed, “baby.” He pouted, eyes narrowing. Then just in spite of you, he started searching the Hunger Games for the millionth time this year.

“Noooo Nu, pleaseee we watch this once a month,” you whined, reaching over to grab the remote from his hand, but he just moved the remote away from you, arm extended.

You kept reaching, a little giggle escaping his mouth as you clawed at his arm. Then you both froze as you realized the position you were in. Your hand was on his thigh, and the other was grabbing his extended arm. You were also up on your knees, face inches away from his. He noticed at the same time as you, eyes widening as he looked at your face, pink covering your cheeks, hair (now falling out of the ponytail) tickling your face, and pupils dilated.

You jumped back as if shocked by electricity and landed back against the couch, “shit sorry,” you said, anxious you made him uncomfortable.

He looked at you confused, and a little disappointed, “why are you sorry?”

You just shook your head, grabbing the food and opening the box of chicken. His hand stopped yours and made you look back up at him.

“Hey, do I make you uncomfortable?” Geonu asked, a frown on his face and his brows furrowed.

You blinked, also now confused, “what? No, of course not.”

He shook his head, “then why do you always jump away from me like I’m diseased or something?” He couldn’t keep the hurt and maybe frustration out of his tone. You felt your heart clench in anxiety.

You had to tell him now. You put the chicken back on the table and dropped your hands into your lap.

“Geonu…I promise you don’t make me uncomfortable. You’re great…perfect even,” you mumbled the last part.

“If i’m being honest, Geonu? I like you a lot. I mean how could I not? You’re you. And that’s exactly why I’ve been trying not to be too much…because i’m me,” you said all at once, inhaling deeply for air at the end and cheeks red with humiliation. You dreaded the rejection and you looked down at your lap; Your hands were shaking.

Suddenly his hands cupped yours, cold rings shocking you a bit. As soon as you looked up from your lap, his face was right in front of you, and then his lips were on yours.

Your eyes widened and you gasped before your eyes closed and you were leaning in to kiss him back. You could feel your heart beating so fast as his hands squeezed yours and he tilted his head to fit a bit better. His lips were soft…everything you could’ve imagined. He felt so right. You wanted to cry.

He pulled back sooner than you’d like, and before you could whine in complaints, he started talking, “I’ve wanted you since I met you. I don’t like hearing you talk about yourself that way…you’ve always been perfect, so please,” he gave you a peck on the lips, “please don’t think you’re not good enough.”

Then his right hand left your hand to gently cup your cheek, and he leaned back in, lips slotting perfectly against yours. You let out a small moan and melted into him. You could feel a small smile against your lips and then his hand fell to curl around your neck, his thumb lightly pressing against your pulse, as he angled your head the way he wanted.

His tongue swiped lightly at your bottom lip and you gasped, letting him in. He moaned at the feeling of your tongue and he mumbled, “feels good,” against your hot mouth.

Suddenly, he had you pulled into his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs. He never broke the kiss.

In between kisses, he asked, “can I make you feel good? Please let me, princess.” His voice was kind of whiny, his left thumb rubbing a circle on your exposed waist and his right hand holding the back of your neck.

You felt your core heat up at his words and you shifted forwards to relieve the pressure. However, you shifted on his lap in a way that made him gasp and then let out a deep moan, his mouth latching onto yours.

“Fuck don’t move like that,” he groaned into your mouth, hand tightening on the back of your neck in a warning. “Now I really need you, please can I?”

You didn’t hesitate to nod, and he smiled. You both headed to your room quickly, food and alcohol forgotten. The second the door closed, he had your back against the mattress, his thigh in between yours as he crawled on top of you. His lips were on yours, coaxing moans and gasps out of your mouth. His tongue stroked against yours and you felt your wetness starting to stick to the inside of your thighs.

“Did you like my picture, princess?” he asked, voice teasing, “I took that just for you.” He grinded a bit against you, rubbing against your thigh.

You moaned, nodding your head at the thought of his photo. He smiled, and it was the same cocky smile he does when he takes off his helmet after riding and he knows he looks hella fine. You wanted to jump him everytime he was in his biker getup.

His left hand pressed against your neck, not applying pressure but just resting there, and his other hand started its way down your body. He slid it down the front, brushing against your breasts and his eyes darkened. Lips back on yours, he mumbled, “can I finger you? I’ll make it so good.”

You couldn’t say no if you tried. You both sat up to take off clothes, and when you were in just your panties and bra, he leaned back over you, propped up on his knees and hands. He was just in his boxers, which you were trying not to openly gawk at his thin waist and toned muscles but it was so hard. Speaking of hard, you could see him pressed up against his boxers, a dark spot forming. You wanted him in your mouth, but that would have to wait.

His right hand was on your thigh, pushing it to the side, while his thigh held the other one open. Then suddenly, you could feel his fingers pressing against your damp panties and you flinched, letting out a small noise.

He smirked, sitting up a bit so he could look at you better, and you hid your face in your hands. He let out a low chuckle before he batted your hands away, and he grabbed your right wrist in his left hand, pinning it down by your head. Now no where to go, you had to lay there and feel his right fingers slide against your center, fingers pressing against the wet spot.

“You’re so wet, princess. You want my fingers in you that bad?” he cooed, lips brushing cheek.

He didn’t give you a chance to answer because suddenly he was yanking your panties to the side and his middle finger slid directly against your clit. You let out a cry and he leaned into capture your noises with his mouth. You felt two fingers now pressing lightly against your hole and he circled them, collecting wetness. You heard him let out a shaky breath as they slid in, your walls clinging to his fingers instantly. You moaned lowly, the feeling of his fingers inside were amazing. You could also feel his cold rings brushing your folds and you shuddered.

“Is this good, hm?” he whispered, slowly curling his fingers upwards, laughing as you yelped. You could feel yourself gushing around his fingers and you couldn’t care less.

“I knew you’d take my fingers so well…I thought about this moment a lot, you know?” he panted into your mouth, sliding his fingers in and out now, curling once they were in. You were a moaning mess, back arching off the bed and thighs twitching around his thighs.

“So soft, so perfect,” he mumbled, now thrusting in faster, seeming determined to make you fall apart on his fingers. Your moans were increasing in volume and you were suddenly glad your walls were thick.

His eyes greedily soaked in the image of you under him falling apart and he groaned, despite not having any direct simulation himself. He could watch you like this forever.

“Please cum on my fingers, I need to see it. You’ll feel so good after, please,” he pleaded over the loud noises that was coming from both your mouth and your dripping pussy.

Your body listened, tensing up and shaking as your high washed over and you came all over his hand.

Geonu watched in awe as your juices dripped down his hand and he held it up so you could see. His entire hand was slicked up and his fingers have never looked as sexual as now.

He tapped his wet finger against your mouth, “suck?” he said, not really asking. You opened your mouth and he slid his fingers in, making you taste yourself. You both moaned as soon as your lips closed around his fingers and his eyes never left your lips.

“So pretty, princess,” he mumbled, sliding his fingers out so he could kiss you. He got even louder at the taste of you on your tongue and he sucked on your tongue. You shivered as he moaned into your mouth. “Tastes even better than I thought,” he smiled.

He went to crawl off of you, but your legs wrapped around his waist and you grabbed his forearm. “Wait, are you not going to fuck me?” you asked, face red but your cunt was so needy for him. You needed more than just fingers.

His gaze darkened, “you want me to? It’s okay if you need a break.”

You shook your head pulling him closer to you so his crotch was now against yours and you both moaned at the feeling.

“Need you please, Geonu,” you whined, shifting your hips to grind against him and he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“Fuck okay yeah,” he said shakily, quickly ridding himself of his boxers, and you quickly slid your sticky panties fully off. Now both naked, your eyes greedily took him all in. He did the same, kneeling himself in between your legs and prying your thighs to rest on either side of his hips.

He took his cock in hand and slowly pressed himself against your entrance, teasing your clit as he rubbed it up and down with the tip. You moaned, grabbing the sheet with one hand and grabbing his wrist with the other. You placed his hand on your waist and he looked up at you for last permission, and as soon as you nodded, he slid in. You gasped at the feeling of just his tip inside and he squeezed his eyes shut, biting down on his lip as a whimper escaped him. He kept sliding in and you kept feeling more and more full. After what felt like forever, he was all the way in you, hips flushed together.

“Fuck fuck you feel so good oh my god,” he whined under his breath, stilling his hips so he didn’t thrust suddenly into you. You could feel him twitching inside you, and you squeezed around him, making him fall forward, now covering your body with his. The hand that was on your waist was now by your face, his arm holding him up. The other hand was holding the back of your thigh, near your ass, and he was rubbing it in a soothing matter.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, you pulled his head down to your mouth and whispered for him to move.

He slowly lifted his hips back before thrusting fast into you, pushing a pornographic moan out of you. He was gasping, low moans mixing with the sound of his cock making a mess inside of you.

“I knew it. Knew you’d take it so well. Take me so well, my good girl,” he moaned against your neck, face buried there as his hips kept pistoning in and out. Sweat dripped down his forehead and pooled against your skin. His hips grinded just right to press against your clit each thrust and you cried at the feeling. He was hitting all the right places, filling you up so good. His deep moans mixed with his words were setting you off, you felt yourself getting lost to the feeling fast. You head was fuzzy at the praise, “so beautiful. You look so good like this, I wish I had fucked you a long time ago.” You shook at his words, cunt clenching around him, making his hips stutter.

“Shit, don’t do that, i’ll cum too fast,” he warned in your ear. His hand traced his way to your cunt, and his fingers played with your clit, while he was still thrusting, making your head swim with pleasure.

“Geonu oh my god im going to cum,” you cried, legs tightening around his hips, arms pulling him even closer.

“Do it, make a mess on me angel, I got you,” he whispered, hips never losing the pace. Then he tilted his head into your neck and started leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. You whimpered, your neck having always been sensitive, and with a few more thrusts and circles on your clit, you were coming undone, shaking, back arching up into Geonu’s chest, and head tossing back.

He kept marking you up through it all, grunting at the feeling of your walls spasming against him, and his hips kept going, chasing his own pleasure.

“Can I,” he gasped, “can i come inside?”

He was overstimulating you, but it felt so good. You were so hot, like a furnace, skin on fire as he lit you ablaze.

“Please,” you pleaded, wanting nothing more than him filling you up.

He didn’t last much longer at your permission, hips stuttering and then pausing as he came inside you with a long loud moan and a bite to the neck. Warm ropes of cum filled you up and you whimpered at the feeling…it’s like his body was waiting for you, and now you were going to be full to the brim.

Once he was finished collapsed almost all the way on you, laying in between your legs, and his chest against yours. You cringed at the feeling of sweat and possibly other fluids drying in between you two, but his warmth and weight was quickly tiring you out.

You closed your eyes, not really noticing when he finally slid out of you and started a bath. You also heard the shower run.

A few minutes later, his hand cupped your cheek, waking you up, and he smiled down at you, love in his eyes. His hair was damp, so he must’ve showered, you noted.

“Princess, let’s clean you up, okay?” he whispered, thumb brushing your cheekbone. You sleepily nodded and he helped you up to the bathroom. You didn’t even care that you were completely nude, and Geonu was only in a towel around his waist. He made you comfortable.

After he washed you off in the bath, and after he accidently got soap in your eyes because he wanted to dote on you (but he’s never washed someone else’s hair), you dried off and you both redressed in pjs. Geonu always had spare pj’s in your drawer for the amount of times he’s slept over.

Before he took you to the kitchen, you stopped him in front of your bedroom door.

“Hey. I need to know that this wasn’t just a one time thing. I need to know I’m not crazy for hoping we could be more,” you said, voice wavering and you looked at your feet, hand still wrapped around his wrist.

A moment of silence filled you with dread before he laughed, “princess. Look at me.”

You slowly looked up. He was staring at you longingly, eyes glossy and a small smile on his lips.

“I’m all yours if you’ll have me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he said, genuinely. You sighed a breath of relief, smiling back at him.

“I love you,” he whispered, hand cupping your cheek again, other hand grabbing your waist. You leaned up to kiss him on the lips.

“I love you too,” you said, heart racing.

A loud noise from your stomach cut into the beautiful moment and you grinned sheepishly, “can we eat now?”

“Yeah, but no horror movies,” Geonu said, opening the door and you two walked out.

“Sure, but you gotta stop with Hunger Games,” you pouted playfully, sitting down in the couch. This time he sat down next to you and pulled your legs into his lap.

“Oh don’t worry, this time we’ll watch something different,” he shrugged, hiding a menacing grin behind his hand. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. He typed something into netflix and you groaned loudly as Chasing Fire got pulled up. He laughed loudly, sticking his tongue out playfully.

“You suck,” you rolled your eyes, biting into a chicken drum.

“I love you too,” he giggled, opening the bottle of soju. He leaned in and kissed you, and the movie started.

“Wanna go for a ride tomorrow?” he asked, a few minutes later. You nodded eagerly, “yes please.”

“Eager, are we? I wonder why that is…” he teased, his fingers tickling your thigh as he traced his polished fingers against you.

You scoffed, “there’s no reason. I like being on the bike.”

You were a liar and Geonu knew that. But it’s okay; he had the rest of your lives to fuck the truth out of you. Maybe next time, he could fuck you on the bike.

hiii guys hope you liked this fic :> maybe leave a comment and reblog if you did! (geonu oomf im so sorry about this.)

dm me if you want my twt! i’m too scared to post it here in case justb oomfs see it 😭😭

[starryjeekies]

Jealousy is a Disease

Pairing: jeon doyum x reader

Genre: smut, pwp

Summary: you love your boyfriend dearly since he's always so sweet and gentle with you, but it's been hard for you to open up to him and figure out what he wants. with encouragement from your friends, you decide to test the waters and see what will make you see a different side of him.

Warnings: hard dom doyum! kind of mean but nothing too crazy, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessive, claiming kink, hickeys, slight exhibitionism

Words: 4.7k

A/N: why did this take me so long to write lmao i've literally been working on this for so long because my brain just couldn't focus. but my only b groupchat was heavily requesting this and who am I to deny them when i'm a dom doyum thruther?

There’s so many things about Doyum that you adore. He’s very passionate about his music, he’s got a quiet kindness about him, and the two of you can confide in each other for most things. You say most because your relationship with him is still new. You’ve known each other for quite a while, being a fan of his music since his second album released, and it was just by happenstance that you two met during the promotions of his third album. You two had stayed friends for quite a while before he decided to bite the bullet and ask you out on an official date. So now, it’s only been about six months since you two have started dating and you’ve loved every minute of it.

The only things you haven’t confided in him yet have been things that would take a truth serum to get out of you. Your darkest secrets, your selfish desires, things that you aren’t sure how he would react to stay locked in your brain. He didn’t pry, he just reminded you that he would be willing to listen to you when you’re ready. He was the same way with you, not really giving more than you give him. You sometimes wonder if he’s just trying to match your energy.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to stay at the boys’ dorm when you waited for him to come back. It was normal for him and Geonu to stay late at the company since they did a lot of work on things for the group. Typically, you would talk with Siwoo and Bain as they would keep you company while you wait.

“All I’m saying is that he better come home in the next half an hour or else I’m going to eat the couch.” You groan while scrolling through your phone.

“Please, eat him instead of the couch.” Siwoo begs, sitting next to you on the couch. “We just got this and it took us years to get it.”

“I don’t think he’d let me.” You sigh, leaning back into the arm of the plush couch. “He’s so busy recently, I’ve rarely had any time to just be around him.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t eaten him already.” The tall member of the group winks at you with his dirty insinuation still hanging off of his lips.

You toss one of the pillows at him, causing him to laugh. “You’re nasty, you know that?” You can’t be mad at Bain because he is, unfortunately, correct. “We haven’t really had the time and ability to, you know, do it. The first time was only a couple of months ago, so.”

“You know, that explains why he takes care of it himself most of the time.” Bain rolls his eyes, causing your cheeks to flush. “I thought that he would make time, though, given how crazy he is about you.”

You shrug your shoulders, not knowing that about your boyfriend. He’s never pushed anything with you, you were the one to suggest going further with him and he agreed. “I never thought about it like that, he’s never said anything like that to me.”

“He’s probably just worried he would scare you off with how high his sex drive actually is.” The brown haired guy states, knowing his friend better.

You nod slightly, taking in what his groupmates have said. You can feel the butterflies start to erupt in you at the possibility he would want more with you. “Do you have an idea for how I can get him to…open up to me, like that?”

Bain sees the devilish look in your eyes and is so ready to indulge. “I’m sure that if you were to get someone else’s attention, he would lose his mind.”

Your plan went into action after that. You know that you can’t use any of the other guys to help with your plan because they won’t fall for the bait or willingly be at the receiving end of whatever Doyum might do. So you have to wait for the right time while he is at the company. You decide to visit him at the studio while he’s working on music with one of the composers and producers. You show up in one of your favorite outfits that accentuates your chest nicely with sheer tights underneath your skirt. You step into the room, seeing all three of them engrossed in making music that they didn’t notice your presence at first. “Hey baby, I got out of work early so I decided to stop by.”

“Oh, hey baby,” He turns around to see you with a smile, always happy to see you when you pop by. When his eyes see what you’re wearing, his composure stiffens slightly. You can see the way he shifts in his chair, his teeth biting the inside of his lip, and the way his eyes keep trying to focus on your face but he just can't. “You, uh, haven’t stopped by in a while, so this is a pleasant surprise.”

“I hope I’m not intruding.” You pout lightly, knowing he won’t ask you to leave but will fake your sheepishness anyway. “I’d love to take a listen to what you have so far.”

He blinks a little before he clears his throat and makes room for you to come up to the sound table. “Yeah, yeah, of course. Um, here.”

You move to sit yourself in between Doyum and the producer, leaning over the table and resting your elbows on it. You can feel the blond’s eyes staring at you, seeing the way your breasts are in full bloom in front of him while he plays the current demo he’s working on. You start bobbing your head to the beat, listening to the electro-pop vibe that they’ve created. Once it’s done, you smile at Doyum. “This is so fun so far, who had the idea for the genre?”

“It was Geonu’s idea, but I came up with the original demo.” The producer says, making you turn your gaze to him.

“This is really good! I really like the beat drop for where the chorus will be.” You smile at him, giving him praise for the hard work.

“There’s still a couple of others that I worked on,” Doyum interjects, bringing your attention back to him. “Would you like to listen?”

“Absolutely.” You swivel your smile to him, resting your hand on his. “Let me hear!”

You made sure to provide praise to everyone else who had worked on the song and give Doyum praise last. You can tell by the way his jaw is set and tight that it’s having the effect you want on him. Jealousy is a disease and Doyum is terminal. When you shift your body weight to either press your breasts together more or push your ass out, you know that the producer and composer are also staring at you, and that’s what kills him.

“Hey, babe,” Doyum gets your attention after watching your figure move again. “Why don’t you join me while I start working on the lyrics? You can give me your opinions on different lyrics and flows.”

“Oh, I’d love to!” You smile, seeing the slight nod from him. “When would you like to do that?”

“We can do that now.” He pulls you up with him and starts walking to the door. “I can start working on the lyrics and flow while they fine tune the sound.”

“Oh, okay!” You smile, walking in toe with him as he walks out the door. You’re taken aback by his eagerness, having never seen this much urgency in Doyum. He leads you to his personal studio in the company, having you walk in first before closing the door behind you both. As soon as the door is closed, however, he drops any facade he had and makes you question him, “What’s that face for, baby?”

“Don’t play with me like that.” He’s serious when he talks to you, causing your stomach to churn uncomfortably at the new tone with him but also anticipating what’s going to happen next. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you walked into the room looking like that.”

“Like what?” You put your hands behind your back, trying to look at him innocently.

He wastes no time in pulling you close to him, but still holding restraint as he doesn’t do more than that. He looks at you so hungry, like he wants to absolutely devour you where you stand. He holds you closely, looking intently into your eyes. He’s trying so hard, but you want to crack him. “Like you wanted to get a reaction from them and not me.”

“Well, I did wear this for you,” You tell him, resting a hand on his chest. From this angle, you can see how much he is holding back. “If they were looking, then, well, who am I to tell them no?”

“Maybe because you and I are together?” He turns you two around to where your back is hitting the door of the studio room, causing you to shrink down slightly. “And what you were showing off should be for my eyes only.”

“Oh are they?” You tease, biting your lip slightly when you look into his eyes. “Then why don’t you claim what’s yours?”

Doyum sucks in his breath and holds it while looking deep into your eyes. He asks you, “What game are you playing?”

“I’m not playing a game.” You tell him while you rest your arms on his shoulders. He groans lightly when your fingers find his hair and pull lightly. “I just know that you haven’t been forthcoming with telling me how much you need me. So I wanted you to be honest with me.”

The chuckle he lets out is dark, holding your hips tightly while he drinks up your figure. “Being honest huh?” His right hand slides up your back, holding the back of your neck tightly while he sneers, “I hated the way they looked at you while you’re dressed like this. Like they could take you away from me. But you’re my partner, and I want to make sure you know that too.”

You relish in the way he’s trying to control the situation. You never thought you would see him like this in this type of situation, but you’re so here for it. Your lips quirk up in a smirk at his proclamation. “Then what are you going to do?”

With your question, he kisses you harshly, taking control. He leaves you little time to comprehend what’s going on before he’s biting your lip while kissing. He listens to the way that you whine. He knows that he’s been holding back from you, but when you’ve asked for so little, he felt he couldn’t be greedy. So now that you have opened Pandora’s box, he’s going to show you the chaos you haven’t seen.

Your body starts going warm as you feel the way he’s gripping onto you. He’s got one hand holding the back of your neck in place while his other hand grips your hip tightly, his thumb digging into your waist. The way he makes sure to work your lips open so he can have as much of you as he wants is crazy. He’s kissing you with so much fervor, it’s making you dizzy. Doyum has rarely been the type to show this much passion, but when jealousy is mixed in, he makes sure to show you who gets to do these things to you.

His mouth moves its way down to your neck and he starts sucking a dark hickey on your neck, making sure that marks are visible to anyone who looked your way in this outfit. He loves the way that you moan while he bites at your sensitive skin. He makes sure to move down to where your neck meets your collarbone on the opposite side and leaves another reddish mark there. He groans at the way you pull his hair while he bites you. “Sounds like you wanted me to teach you a lesson.”

“Doyum,” You moan out his name while he continues to move down your chest and you push his face closer to you. You can’t see the way his eyes are closed but his eyebrows are scrunched up shows he’s trying hard to focus on making you feel good. “Please,”

“Please?” He pulls his face away from you and looks deeply into your eyes. Oh damn, does he want to fold right then and there looking at how much you want him. But he won’t fold just yet, he wants to make sure you know exactly what will happen if you try to pull this stunt again. He towers over you, grabbing your chin roughly to make sure you look at him when he says, “You don’t get to ask for more when you had all eyes on you, baby.”

You whine, melting into his touch unknowingly. Looking at him, he’s got a stern gaze that shows he’s not going to give into you unless you beg. But you’re not there quite yet, you want to see how far he’s willing to take it. “But I didn’t know they would be staring at me like that, baby, I can’t help it.”

“Can’t help it, huh?” The hand that was gripping your chin slides down to your front, groping your breast harshly over your clothing. “When you wear a shirt that low cut, being as hot as your are, you know that people will be looking.” He takes the way you moan at the contact and uses it to continue working you up. Soon enough, he pulls the neckline down entirely to expose your breast before carefully pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger. Your breathing becomes harsher as he starts sucking another hickey onto the mound of your breast. “If you’re going to wear something like that, then people have to know you have someone who can look at you more intimately than that.”

Doyum does not give you a chance to breathe while he works on your sensitive points. Your breathing quickening tells him that he’s doing a good job at just that. You start trying to get closer to him, to feel more of him, and he lets you. In fact, he pulls away from your breast to pull your hips closer to him and you can feel the way he’s grown hard. It somewhat startles you, considering the two of you are actually at his company and not behind the closed doors of a bedroom. Someone could walk by and hear you two if the room wasn’t soundproof. “Fuck, Doyum…”

“What, didn’t think you could make me want you this badly?” His smirk is dark while he rolls his hips into you. The groan that came from his throat sends warmth down your own body and he can see the way you shiver. “You underestimate yourself, and you underestimate what I’m willing to do to you.”

You look up at him again, seeing the way his jaw is still somewhat tight, watching the way you react to him. “Then show me.”

That’s when your boyfriend doesn’t waste any time in shoving your pants down, taking your underwear with it and letting you step out of your clothing. When you look back up at him, he grabs your chin again but positions his thumb and index finger to fit on your cheeks, holding your jaw open slightly. He pulls slightly before giving you a command, “Open.” And when you do, he can feel himself growing harder. Then he commands again, “Now suck.” As he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth. The pride he feels when you do as he says, letting your tongue run between his fingers, allowing you to coat him in your spit, it's sickening and he loves it. He feels the way your tongue works around his fingers and is now wondering how it would feel around his cock. He’ll wait until next time to explore that, but he still has to teach you your lesson.

When he pulls his fingers from your mouth, you are very quick to have your senses overloaded again while they press to your clit and rub harshly. You hold onto his shoulders for dear life while you realize what he’s doing. Large, rough circles play with your clit and the pleasure starts sparking through you. You try to keep yourself quiet but it's so hard when you feel so good. Your hips start grinding down onto his hand, wanting to chase after the sparks to ignite the fire. He’s very quick to pull away though, earning a pained whine from you. “Baby, please!”

“You’re being punished, remember?” He stands straight and tall, looking at you with hooded eyes. His eyes scan over your disheveled state, looking at the way you were falling so deep in pleasure because of him. This is what he wanted to see. He slowly discards the pullover hoodie that he was wearing, showing nothing underneath. He watches the way your eyes look at every part of his toned body that’s visible. You’re hungry for more. “Now, we are going to try that again, but if you try moving, I’m stopping and you don’t get to cum. Understand?”

You nod your head quickly, wanting to feel him again. “Yes, sir.”

The nickname makes his pants grow tighter and he groans again when he makes contact with your cunt again. You’re so wet already from how he’s worked you up thus far, so feeling the way his fingers easily glide against you drives his desires to pound into you that much harder to resist. He lets you rest your arms around his shoulders again, resting your forehead against his while you focus on trying to keep yourself upright. “That’s it, take my fingers, princess.”

You try so hard to prevent yourself from grinding back down on him. You’ve always loved how his hands looked, and he’s definitely explored your body with them before, but never had he commanded control with them like this. It makes you dizzy with desire while he goes between rubbing large circles and moving your fingers back and forth in long strokes. He can see the way your body reacts in every other way and that doesn’t help you listen to him. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good, baby. God I love your fingers so much!”

“Shit, I can tell, baby.” Even his breathing is becoming labored, just watching the way you unravel on his hand alone. The sounds coming from your mouth are heavenly in one way, and the sounds coming from your cunt are sinful in another. “You’re so wet for me, I’m the one that can make you feel like this.”

“Only you can, please, sir, I want more. Please!” Without even realizing you’ve done it, your hips drop onto his hand to get more friction. As soon as he pulls away, the whine is needy and your grip on his hair tightens. “Doyum, come one, I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

“It’s not a matter of if you’ve been good or not,” He starts unbuttoning his pants, looking at the way you bite your lip in anticipation. “It’s a matter of if you’ve learned your lesson or not. So tell me, princess,” His eyes stay locked to yours while he lets his cock out from his briefs. “What did you learn?”

“That…” You start, trailing off when you notice just how hard he is. His tip is a delicious shade of pink, so ready to bury itself deep in you. You decide to take it one step further and give him a mischievous smile when you say, “I need to make you jealous more often.”

Within an instant, your back is against the door and his grip on your hips is tight. The way his dick is sliding against your folds has you whining all over again. He gives you one last chance to back down when he asks, “Are you sure that’s the right answer?”

“If it’s the answer that gives me what I want,” You look at him tenderly, knowing that even in your blissed out state, you want to make sure he knows that you really want this and you really want him. “Because I want you to show me why I got so lucky when dating you.”

He catches his lip between his teeth while he guides his dick into you and once he’s in, he pushes in hard. He almost knocks the wind out of you but he can see the way you enjoy it from how your eyes roll in the back of your head. He grabs underneath your left thigh and hooks your leg around his waist, wanting to make sure he has as much access to you as possible. Opening your hip like that, he pushes in further and doesn’t anticipate the whine that escapes your lips. “I’ll show you, and I’ll show them.” He pulls out enough so he’s still inside you, but slams his hips back up in you and forces the air out of your lungs. He repeats the motion a few more times before he starts to build a consistent rhythm.

You cannot stop yourself from flexing your fingers into his skin, giving him slight crescents while he pounds into you. This is most definitely not the same Doyum you had sex with before. He was attentive to your pleasure for your pleasure, he was attentive and slow, not wanting to miss a single cue from you, he was doting. Now he’s focusing on making this memorable, that he’s attentive so he can punish you when you break the rules, and he’s ruthless so you can show off what he’s done to you. You are flying over the moon with the difference in tone your boyfriend has. Your head spins from how he was so sweet and gentle and now he’s so rough and demanding.

The musician rolls his hips into you after slapping your hips with his, trying to get deeper in you and make you see stars. He’s engrossed in the way your hips still try to meet him even though you will most definitely be sore in the morning and most likely bruised as well. The way his hands hold onto your hips, he’ll be surprised if there aren’t marks afterwards. He tries to relax his grip, but quickly realizes if he does, you lose your grip around his waist to hold your leg up. He smirks and continues to hold you up, then asks, “Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to do this? Leave my mark on you so people know that you’re mine? Wreck you so bad you have no doubt how much I love your body?” The whimpers that come from you tell him enough and keep him going, watching the way your breasts bounce with every thrust, chest starting to glisten with sweat. “Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this, princess.”

The way you can feel your orgasm starting to build so quickly is insane. Who knew you would like rough sex from your mean dom boyfriend? You didn’t know he had it in him and now that you’re witnessing it, you want to scheme the next time you can make him jealous like this. But that will be a later thought since he’s trying to fuck you dumb and succeeding. You focus on how he fills you so well that all of your sensitive areas are being taken care of. His cock drags against your walls so well that when he pulls out you can feel where he leaves you empty. You open your eyes to look at him and see how engrossed he is in this as well, eyes fluttering open wider when he realizes you’re looking at him. “You feel so good, baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He loves the way you beg him, giving him the ego boost he needs. “That’s right, I’m the one fucking you so deep, no one else. I’m the only one, right?” When he sees you nod your head hurriedly, he kisses you harshly as he continues to fuck into you. Your tongues dance as you pull on his hair again. The moan that comes from him is gritty, especially when he feels your walls convulse around him. He pulls away, feeling himself start to build up his release. “Say it. Say I’m the only one.”

“You’re the only one, fuck baby!” You moan out as he starts going faster, making you feel light headed from the pleasure as your orgasm threatens to spill from how he’s fucking you. You’re so glad he’s holding onto your leg because that and the door behind your back is the only thing preventing you from slumping onto the floor. Your legs start to tremble as the familiar burning sensation comes back. “‘mma cum, Doyum, I’mma cum, Doyum please can I cum? Please let me cum, please…”

“Cum on my cock, princess,” He doesn’t slow down at all when giving you permission, wanting to see just how you unravel from him. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

It only took mere seconds for you to be cumming around his cock, hips stuttering, walls fluttering, a whiny, high pitched moan coming from your mouth. You can finally breathe after a few seconds after your orgasm prevents you from doing so. The rush of heat pulsates through your body as the euphoria hits. “God, Doyum, thank you…”

“Shit, you felt so good baby and looked even better,” His breathing becomes ragged as he watches you come down from your high. Seeing the way your face looked when you came around him pushes him closer to his own release. “I’m gonna cum too, fuck.”

“In me,” You ask quickly, pulling him back to your lips to kiss him while he brings himself closer to climax. “Cum in me, please. Fill me up and make me yours.”

Those are dangerous words to him as he doesn’t stop himself. He knows his precum is leaking already but there’s only one more way that this can be better. He uses his free hand to rub circles on your clit again, causing you to actually shriek from the overstimulation. “You can cum for me again, baby, I know you can, show me you can, please. Please show me how much you need me.”

Being as sensitive after your first orgasm as you are, it does not take a lot for the second one to come over you like a roaring wave. The shockwaves of pleasure start causing your thighs to convulse as the fuzzy feeling comes back again and your head buzzes.

Doyum cums the second you do too, moaning when he can finally feel himself load into you. His chest is heaving as he catches his breath, resting his body more into yours to gain his balance again. His eyes open up, watching the way you’re also trying to find oxygen again. He bends down slightly and his lips connect to your shoulder, giving you a gentle kiss while you both come down from your high. He presses soft kisses to your damp skin, peppering you in love. After a few moments, he looks back to you and sees your eyes are still screwed shut. The taller boy gently lets your leg down but continues to hold you close to him. “You okay? You with me?”

You nod against his chest, letting your hands rest lazily around his hips. Once you’ve regained your breath and properly wetted your mouth after all of your moaning, you look up at him. There you see the loving boyfriend who holds you and supports you quietly is back. You smile at him and tenderly peck his lips. “I’m here.”

His soft smile comes out as he runs his hand through your hair. “Good, I wanted to make sure I didn’t overdo it.”

“No, you didn’t overdo it.” You shake your head, gently swaying on your feet while you get your bearings. “That was fantastic actually. I really enjoyed it.”

“I didn’t know if you would or not,” He’s gone back to being shy again, averting his gaze from you. “So I’m glad you did, I really did too.”

You pull his face back to you, giving him another kiss to show you really mean it. “Maybe this can be our pivotal moment to be more open with each other.”

His face softens and lightens up, feeling more connected with you. “I’d really like that.”

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