DIRTY LlTTLE NEIGHBOR • S. JAEYUN
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( 심재윤 ) In which - You finally snap at Jake your neighbor for his late-night motorbike habits, but the tension between you explodes into something messy, impulsive, and impossible to forget.
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Warnings / Tags: smut, explicit sexual content, rough sex, degrading kink, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), face riding, orgasm denial, overstimulation, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, enemies to lovers, hate sex(enemies), aftercare
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The growl of that goddamn motorbike ripped through the night like a chainsaw, vibrating the walls of my apartment and yanking me out of a restless half-sleep.
It was after 2 a.m., and I'd already dragged myself through a hellish day at work; endless meetings, a boss who nitpicked every damn email, and a commute that left me fuming.
All I wanted was to sleep, but no, here came Jake Sim again, my cocky asshole of a neighbor, revving his precious bike like he owned the whole building. This wasn't the first time, and I was fucking done.
I threw off the covers, walking to the door, annoyed as fuck, just then the engine cut off in the parking lot below. Footsteps echoed up the stairs. Heavy, unhurried, like he didn't give a shit about the hour.
I flung the door wide open as he rounded the corner into the hallway, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder, helmet tucked under his arm. Tousled dark hair, sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, and those piercing eyes that always seemed to get me more than I would like to admit.
"You," I spat, stepping out into the dimly lit gallery, arms crossed over my chest like that could hide how exposed I felt in my barely-there outfit.
His lips curved into that infuriating smirk, eyes flicking down my body before meeting mine again. "Good evening, darling," he drawled, voice low and teasing, laced with that Australian accent that somehow made everything sound dirtier.
That did it. The exhaustion, the frustration from work, the weeks of pent-up annoyance it all exploded. "Do you think this is normal? You're waking everyone up, you dick!" I shouted, my voice bouncing off the walls, louder than I intended but who cared? He deserved it.
Jake leaned against the wall opposite my door, crossing his arms, his gaze lingering on the way my tank top strained against my breasts. "As much as I love listening to you rant while wearing that beautiful, sexy PJ set, I've got a bed waiting for me."
Heat flooded my face as I realized what he meant. My nipples were hard points under the thin fabric, the shorts so short they barely covered my ass. No bra, no nothing. I was standing here half-naked, yelling at him like an idiot. "Ah, you perv," I hissed, trying to pull my top up, but it only made things worse, drawing his eyes right back.
He chuckled, pushing off the wall and taking a step closer. "For a person complaining about my motorbike noise, you're kinda shouting yourself."
"I'm not shouting," I shot back, my voice rising even as I denied it. The hypocrisy burned, but I was too pissed to care.
"Yes, you are," he said, amusement dancing in his eyes, stepping into my space now. The hallway felt narrower with him so close, his cologne mixing with the faint scent of exhaust clinging to his clothes.
"No, I'm not! You're the one blasting that thing every night like a fucking maniac!"
"Shouting," he repeated, his smirk widening.
"Am not!"
"Are too."
Jake was so close now, towering over me, his height making me crane my neck to glare up at him.
In a blur, Jake's hand shot out, cupping my face roughly, his thumb pressing into my cheek as he yanked me forward and crushed his mouth to mine. I rocked back on my heels, shock freezing me for a split second before instinct kicked in. I shoved at his chest, trying to pull away—"What the fuck, Jake?!"—but he wasn't having it.
His other hand wrapped around the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss with a firm, unyielding grip. The sudden dominance sent a jolt straight to my core, and I let out an involuntary moan against his lips, the sound muffled but betraying me completely. That was his opening; his tongue slipped past my defenses, hot and insistent, tasting of mint and the night air.
I melted into it despite myself, my hands fisting in his jacket as need overtook the anger. We were still in the goddamn hallway, doors lining the gallery, but I couldn't stop the moans spilling from my throat, soft and needy as his tongue tangled with mine.
He kissed like we where fucking; rough, demanding, leaving no room for anything but surrender.
Jake pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, his breath ragged. "You still not quiet, darling." His voice was a growl, eyes dark with lust. Before I could snap back, he was kissing me again, harder this time, his body pressing mine back step by step. My apartment door hung open behind me, and he maneuvered us through it without breaking contact, kicking it shut with his boot once we were inside.
The familiar scent of my place; vanilla from the candles I'd lit earlier, mixed with the takeout I'd abandoned. Did nothing to ground me. Jake's hands were everywhere, one still on my neck, the other sliding down to grip my ass through the thin shorts, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth. I was getting needier by the second, my body arching into him, the skimpy PJs doing nothing to hide how wet I already was.
He backed me up against the wall just inside the door, the cool plaster a shock against my heated skin. His mouth left mine to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jaw, nipping at my earlobe. "Fuck, look at you," he whispered, voice rough. "All riled up from a bad day, screaming at me in this slutty little outfit. No bra, nipples begging for attention. You want this, don't you? Want me to shut that pretty mouth with my cock?"
His dirty words hit like gasoline on a fire, my pussy clenching at the degradation. "Shut up," I breathed, but it came out as a whine, my hands tugging at his jacket to get it off.
Jake laughed lowly, shrugging it away and tossing it aside. He was all lean muscle under his black tee, the kind honed from riding that bike and whatever late-night adventures he chased. His hands found the hem of my tank top, yanking it up and over my head in one swift motion, exposing my breasts to the air. My nipples hardened further under his gaze, and he didn't hesitate; leaning down to capture one in his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the peak.
I moaned louder, head thumping back against the wall. "Jake—fuck—"
"That's right, moan for me," he said, popping off to lavish the other nipple with the same attention, his teeth grazing just enough to sting. One hand kneaded my bare breast, his palm rough against my soft skin, while the other dipped between my legs, fingers pressing over the fabric of my shorts. He rubbed my clit through the thin barrier, slow circles that had me bucking my hips. "Soaking already. Bad day got you this worked up? Or is it just my bike that revs your engine?"
"Asshole," I gasped, but my body betrayed me, grinding against his hand. He was so much bigger, able to pin me effortlessly, manhandle me like I weighed nothing.
He hooked his fingers in my shorts and panties, dragging them down my legs in a rush. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside, now completely naked while he was still half-dressed. It was unfair, vulnerable, but the way his eyes devoured me made my skin tingle. "Bedroom. Now. I want that pussy on my face first."
My bed was unmade from earlier, sheets rumpled, but Jake didn't care. He pushed me onto it, climbing over me like a predator.
"Spread those legs," he commanded, settling between them. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide, exposing my slick folds to his hungry gaze. I felt small under him, his shoulders blocking out the light, making me arch in anticipation. "Fuck. Gonna drown in this pretty little cunt."
He dove in without warning, his mouth latching onto my clit, sucking with a force that made my back bow off the mattress. His tongue was relentless, flat and broad as he licked from entrance to nub, then circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. I cried out, fingers flying to his hair, pulling him closer.
"Jake—oh god—yes," I moaned, hips rolling against his face. He groaned into me, the vibration shooting straight to my core. One hand pinned my hip down, his fingers digging into my flesh, while the other teased my entrance, one thick digit sliding in easily, then two, stretching me with a burn.
He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. His mouth never stopped sucking, licking, nipping at my clit; building the pressure fast. I was already close, the day's tension unraveling under his relentless assault. God, I was right there, the edge so sharp it hurt, my body trembling as waves of heat crashed through me. “God- right there- I’m- I’m-”
"No," Jake growled suddenly, his voice rough against my skin. He yanked his fingers free, the wet slide leaving me empty and aching, and pulled his mouth away just as the orgasm hovered on the brink. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unyielding, as he watched me shatter without release.
I whined, high and desperate, my hips bucking into empty air, clit pulsing with denied need. "Jake—please—" The frustration burned, hot tears pricking my eyes as my thighs clenched around nothing.
He smirked, wiping his slick chin with his thumb before sucking it clean, savoring my taste like a taunt. "Not yet, baby. You think I'll let you come that easy? Nah." His hands clamped onto my hips, strong and possessive, flipping me over with a swift tug until I straddled his chest.
He shifted lower, guiding me up until my knees bracketed his head, my dripping folds hovering just above his parted lips. The heat of his breath teased my swollen clit, making me shiver. "Ride me," he commanded, voice thick with hunger. "Fuck my mouth like you own it, but don't you dare tip over. Hold it back until I say you're good."
A frustrated sob escaped me, but the ache between my legs won out. I lowered myself slowly, gasping as his nose nudged my clit, his tongue flicking out to trace my entrance. I rocked forward, grinding down, the slick friction igniting fresh sparks. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider, pulling me onto his face with firm control. I moved faster, chasing what he'd stolen, my fingers tangling in his hair for leverage.
Jake hummed beneath me, the vibration shooting straight to my core, his lips sealing around my clit to suck hard before releasing with a pop. He licked broad stripes up my slit, then delved inside, fucking me with his tongue while I rode him desperately. Every whine I let out only seemed to spur him on, his grip tightening to dictate the pace; slow drags that built the tension agonizingly, then sudden pulls to grind me harder.
"That's it," he murmured when I faltered, voice muffled against my skin. "Keep whining for me. Show me how bad you want to come on my face." My thighs quaked, the pressure coiling tighter, but I bit my lip, obeying his rule even as the denial made me wild.
My hips rolled in a frantic rhythm, slick and desperate against Jake's mouth, every grind sending jolts of fire through my core. His tongue plunged deep, lapping at my walls before swirling around my clit, sucking with just enough pressure to make stars burst behind my eyelids. I clutched his hair tighter, pulling him closer even as my body screamed for release, the coil in my belly wound so tight it bordered on pain.
'Jake,' I gasped, voice breaking on a whine, my thighs trembling around his head. The denial from before still lingered, making every sensation sharper, more insistent. I was soaked, dripping onto his chin, the wet sounds of my pussy sliding over his lips filling the room like a filthy symphony.
He groaned into me, the vibration humming through my clit, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks to spread me open wider. He controlled the pace ruthlessly, guiding me down hard when I slowed, then easing me up to tease with feather-light licks that left me shuddering. 'Fuck, you taste so good,' he murmured, words muffled as his lips brushed my folds. 'Keep riding, darling. I can feel you clenching. Don't stop now.'
My vision swam, breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure crested, threatening to crash. 'Please, I'm—I'm gonna—' The words dissolved into a keening whine, my body arching as I ground down harder, chasing the oblivion he'd held just out of reach.
Jake's grip tightened, holding me flush against his face, his nose pressing into my clit while his tongue fucked into me relentlessly. 'Yeah, that's it,' he growled, the command vibrating against my skin. 'Come for me now—let it all out.'
The permission shattered me. The orgasm ripped through like a storm, my pussy pulsing wildly around his tongue as waves of ecstasy slammed into me. I cried out, loud and unrestrained, hips jerking erratically as cum flooded his mouth. He didn't pull away; sucking greedily, lapping up every drop while I rode out the high, body convulsing in his unyielding hold.
Jake finally eased me off, his lips glistening, eyes dark with satisfaction as he licked them clean. “Good girl. Now, turn around. I want to see that ass while I fuck you." he rasped.
"Gonna fill this tight little pussy," he said, voice rough with need. The dirty talk had me clenching, desperate for the stretch.
He thrust in with one brutal snap of his hips, burying half his length in a single go. I cried out, the burn intense; his cock was massive, splitting me open, every ridge and vein dragging against my walls. He paused, letting me adjust, but only for a second before pushing deeper, bottoming out until his hips flush against my ass.
"Fuck, so tight," he groaned, hands spanning my waist easily.
He started moving, pulling out slow before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm. Each thrust jolted me forward, his hips snapping with bruising force, the slap of skin echoing. I moaned with every plunge, the fullness overwhelming, his size hitting spots that made my toes curl.
"You love it, don't you?" he panted, one hand sliding up my back to press between my shoulder blades, arching me deeper. "Hate me all you want, but your pussy's weeping for this dick. Dirty little neighbor, getting railed raw in your own bed."
"Harder," I gasped, meeting his thrusts, the degradation fueling the fire. Overstimulation made me sensitive. Every drag of his cock sent sparks through me, building toward another climax too soon.
He obliged, pounding relentlessly, his free hand coming down to rub my clit in rough circles. "Gonna make you come again. Milk my cock till I fill you up."
The pressure coiled tight, and I shattered around him, walls fluttering, squeezing him like a fist. He groaned, thrusts faltering but not stopping, fucking me through it until I was sobbing, body limp.
The words tipped me over once more, orgasm ripping through me as he buried deep, his cock swelling. With a roar, he came, hot spurts flooding my walls, the creampie sensation warm and filthy. He kept thrusting shallowly, pushing it deeper, milking every drop until we were both spent, collapsing in a tangle of limbs.
For minutes, we lay there panting, his weight a comforting press. Then, softly, he pulled out, a gush of cum following. "Stay still," he murmured, voice gentle now. He disappeared to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth.
Kneeling between my legs again, he cleaned me tenderly, wiping away the mess with careful strokes, soothing the ache. His touches were soft, thumbs rubbing circles on my thighs. "You okay? Wasn't too rough?"
I nodded, pulling him down for a lazy kiss. "I'm good. That was... wow."
We stayed on our backs, staring at the ceiling, neither of us moving, both still catching our breath.
Jake broke the silence. “So… you gonna pretend that didn’t just happen?”
I let out a quiet scoff. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”
He huffed a laugh. “Would make dealing with you easier.”
I turned my head slightly. “Oh please. You’re the problem, not me.”
“Yeah?” he said. “Didn’t sound like I was the problem five minutes ago.”
I rolled my eyes. “God, shut up, Sim.”
“Mm,” he murmured, way too amused.
I stared back at the ceiling, exhaling slowly. “This doesn’t change anything.”
“Course not.”