-A man who yearns is a man who earns-
sub!Hyunjin x dom!reader
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Contains: shameless filth with multiple rounds(sex bender I dare say), freaks falling in love with each other's freakiness, pent-up illustrator/artist unistudent!hyunjin who is kinda shy/bit of a loser and equally as pent up TA!reader
Names used, positions and kinks: baby(for both), ma'am(for reader), pretty girl(for reader), sweetheart(for him), slight choking, tear licking, cowgirl, missionary, ass up face down, dry humping, make out, flirting, dirty talk
Wc: 7.3k
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It wasn't your fault; his lips looked like the sin of lust come alive. It wasn't your fault you both frequented the same bar, either. And it most definitely wasn't your fault that he was a grade A munch.
At least that's what you told yourself when, for the third time that week(it was Wednesday), Hyunjin texted you asking to see you. He was distracted and aching. Pervert.
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But a bit from the beginning of it all:
The first time you slept together was an accident and an indulgence in both your stupidly human desires.
It was about a month into the new academic year, and it was your first time teaching Hyunjin’s class. Having had only a couple of lectures with them, you didn’t remember all their faces, let alone each of their names; there were more than 80 people, for fuck’s sake, plus Hyunjin wasn't from the goody two-shoes types that sat in the front row for you to remember his face. He sat a little further back, always observing you, silently.
So when your eyes passed over the neighbouring table when you were at a bar with your friends, you didn’t pay any mind to the man whose eyes were digging into the ground since the second he saw you walk in. You didn’t know who he was, but he sure as hell knew you.
It was a Friday night after his table of friends, and yours seemed to merge as the night went on inside a bar that you had been going to for years now. And it seemed like he had also taken a liking to it after moving into the city for university.
You didn’t notice him at first.
Which, in hindsight, might’ve saved you a lot of trouble if it had stayed that way.
He noticed you, though. That much was obvious later—painfully obvious, in the way everything about him tended to be once you knew where to look.
It started small.
A glance that lingered too long. Then disappeared the second you even shifted slightly toward him. The kind of thing you almost miss if you’re not paying attention—but once you are, it becomes impossible to ignore.
You caught it by accident.
Halfway through a conversation, your eyes flicked past his table—and there he was, already looking at you. Not casually. Not in that effortless, confident way some people do.
No—he looked like he’d been staring. And the second your eyes met, he froze. Actually froze. His posture stiffened, his fingers tightening around his glass like he didn’t know what to do with them anymore. His gaze dropped so fast it was almost impressive, like he’d been burned.
You blinked.
Huh.
Pretty, your brain supplied a second later, unhelpfully. Pretty in a way that didn’t match the rest of him—the awkwardness, the way he seemed slightly out of place in his own body, like he hadn’t quite figured out where to put his limbs.
And then, like he felt you still looking, he glanced back up. Just for a second.
Long enough to confirm that, yes—he had been staring.
And yes—he was doing it again.
You didn’t look away this time.
That was your first mistake.
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The tables merging wasn’t planned either. It just… happened. Someone dragged over a chair, someone else shifted, drinks were shared, names were exchanged too quickly to remember. The kind of messy social overlap that always happens when the night stretches long enough, and the music gets just loud enough to excuse proximity.
And suddenly, he was closer.
Not next to you. Not yet.
But close enough that you could see the way he kept glancing over—and then immediately pretending he wasn’t.
It was almost… endearing.
Almost.
“What’s your name?”
You didn’t even realize you’d spoken until he startled. Actually startled.
His head snapped toward you, eyes wide for half a second before something like panic flickered across his face.
“Oh—uh—” His voice caught. You raised a brow.
He swallowed, visibly collecting himself. “Hyunjin.”
He said it like he wasn’t sure it was the right answer.
You repeated it, slower. Testing it. His ears turned red. Not a little. A lot.
“…yeah,” he said quietly, like he didn’t trust his voice to do much more than that. You leaned back slightly, studying him now without pretending otherwise.
“Relax,” you said. “I’m not interrogating you.”
“I’m relaxed,” he replied immediately. He was not relaxed.
His grip on his glass said otherwise. So did the way his shoulders were slightly hunched, like he was trying to make himself smaller even though he very much wasn’t. You hummed. “Sure.”
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He didn’t flirt. That was the thing. Or—if he did, it wasn’t intentional.
There were no smooth lines. No teasing confidence. No practiced charm.
Instead, there was this constant, quiet attention. He listened too closely. Watched too carefully and reacted a second too late sometimes, like he was processing everything you said twice before responding.
And when you spoke directly to him?
It was worse. He’d look at you—really look—and then immediately seem like he regretted it. Like he didn’t know what to do with the fact that you were looking back.
“You’re quiet,” you pointed out at some point.
“Sorry.”
You snorted. “That wasn’t a complaint.”
“Oh.” He paused. “Okay.” And then he went right back to being quiet.
You stared at him for a second.
“Do you come here often?” he surprisingly spoke again.
You snorted before you could stop yourself. “That’s the worst line I’ve ever heard.”
“I know.” His voice was softer up close. Low, a little rough around the edges, like he didn’t use it properly.
“I’ve been a regular for years, actually,” you let out smoothly, curious as to where he’s going to take it.
“It may be a bad line, but you answered,” he said so so quietly, blushed at his own attempt at flirting(yes- this was him trying to flirt). Oh, so he can be sassy? You thought to yourself.
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He ended up next to you without either of you acknowledging it.
One moment, there was space. The next, there wasn’t.
His knee brushed yours under the table. And immediately jerked away. “Sorry—”
“It’s fine.” you said smoothly. He hesitated. Then, slowly, like he was testing something, his knee drifted back. Barely touching. Like he was giving you every opportunity to pull away.
You didn’t. That was your second mistake.
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You started noticing things. The way his fingers fidgeted when he wasn’t holding something. The way he kept licking his lips without realizing it. The way he’d open his mouth like he was about to say something—and then stop himself. And the staring. God, the staring.
“You do that a lot,” you said suddenly.
He tensed. “Do what?”
“Look at me like that.”
His entire body went still.
“I—don’t—”
“You do.”
You tilted your head slightly, watching him squirm under the attention.
“Why?”
He opened his mouth. Closed it. His throat moved when he swallowed.
“I just—” he started, then stopped again, visibly flustered. “I wasn’t—trying to—”
“That’s not what I asked.”
That made it worse.
His ears were fully red now. His gaze dropped to the table, like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.
“I just think you’re—” He cut himself off.
You waited.
He didn’t finish.
“…what?” you prompted.
He shook his head quickly. “Nothing.”
You leaned in slightly.
“Hyunjin.”
That got his attention. He looked at you like he didn’t have a choice.
“Yes?”
There it was again—that soft, immediate response. Like he was tuned to you in a way he couldn’t turn off. You held his gaze for a second longer than necessary.
“You’re bad at this.”
“…I know.”
No hesitation. No ego. Just quiet, honest defeat.
And for some reason— that was worse.
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The first time you touched him on purpose, he stopped breathing. You didn’t even do anything. Just reached over to take his glass when he’d set it down too close to the edge.
Your fingers brushed his. That was it.
But he reacted like you’d done something much bigger. His shoulders tensed. His inhale hitched—sharp, audible if you were close enough (you were). You paused.
Looked at him.
“…you good?”
He nodded too quickly. “Yeah.” He was not good.
You didn’t move your hand right away. Neither did he. And suddenly the air felt heavier than it should. That was your third mistake.
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By the time your friends had drifted off and the bar had grown louder and more crowded, you were very aware of him. Of how close he was. Of how he kept glancing at you like he was trying not to and failing. Of how every time you shifted, he noticed.
“You’re thinking too much,” you told him.
“I do that.”
“I can tell.”
He let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
“Sorry.”
You rolled your eyes. “Stop apologizing.”
“…okay.”
He lasted maybe thirty seconds.
“Sorry—”
You laughed this time, cutting him off. He ducked his head, embarrassed—but smiling a little.
And there it was. That soft, helpless thing about him. That yearning.
It crept up on you without warning.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
You didn’t expect him to say it. Honestly, you thought you’d be the one to push it there eventually—if it even got there at all. But he did.
And immediately looked like he regretted it.
“I mean—not like—if you don’t want to, that’s—fine, I just thought—” he rushed out, words tripping over each other. “It’s loud, and—”
“Hyunjin.”
He stopped. Looked at you.
“…yeah?”
“Breathe.”
He exhaled.
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That night. God, that night. You entered your apartment at around 1 am.
Thank god it was a Friday night because you kept each other up until 4.
When you pressed your lips to his in the elevator, he returned the kiss immediately, twice as eager, but his hands were held up in the air like he had just gotten busted by the cops or something. Yours were around his neck. After the greedy kiss, you pulled away and cracked your eyes open. Seeing his hands in the air made you giggle.
What you didn’t anticipate was that just as you reached your own hands towards his, he let out a breath that was accompanied by the faintest, most pathetic whimper and dove back into your lips. He licked your lower lip, and when you didn’t open your mouth the second he did that, he started leaving quick pecks and tilted his head to suck gently on your lower lip. A little entitled, huh.
By the time you were on your couch, he had at least gathered the courage to lay his hands on your waist. You had straddled him, fingers in his hair, grinding back and forth, and the moments you weren’t kissing were spent with your lips millimeters away from each other, breathing heavily. You pressed down harder and ground forwards, making his jaw hang as he let out a breathy whimper along with a shaky breath.
His hands wrapped tighter around your waist, moving you greedily to grind you down exactly where he needed you. The drag pulled a slight whine from you as the hard zipper of his jeans stroked your clit teasingly through your clothes.
You held his jaw in place so you could kiss him better as you felt him start to shake, his hands specifically trembling undeniably.
“Fuck- sorry,” he said quietly in between the filthy sound of your wet lips separating, “It’s just a lot.” You didn’t respond, only gripped him more roughly, making him moan at the feeling.
He whimpered into the kiss as you continued to rock your hips. His bottom lip between your teeth, then his tongue in your mouth, then your hot breaths tangling when you pull away for a break. Drowning in him was dizzying.
And it was all a lot for him. So much so that when you held onto his shoulders and pushed them so you could sit up and grind down with even more force, you observed that his plump lips were wet and glistening, but so were the corners of his mouth. This motherfucker was drooling. Not only that, his eyes had glassy tears on the brink of his lashline only because of a make out, his cheeks were red, and blush continued down his neck. His brows were slightly arched up, his hands were still shaking around your waist, and his chest was heaving up and down. One of your hands slowly wrapped around his throat, as you held eye contact with the mess of a man below you.
“I see you're enjoying yourself, huh?” you said while putting some pressure on his neck. He nodded repeatedly. You stopped your movements immediately. “Yes, ma’am, yes, I’m enjoying myself, ma’am, I-I am.” His voice hurried to come out, shaking and rougher than usual, cracking in the middle of his words once he felt the halt of your body. You hummed approvingly and continued your steady grinding. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whispered continuously like a man gone mad. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Leaning forward, you laid a soft kiss on his jaw and pushed more of your body weight onto your hands that were on his throat, consequently pressing down on it, making him moan and buck his hips up. “Fuck” he moaned, “You like that, baby.” You didn’t ask, just told him, the guy clearly had a thing for pain. “I do, ma’am, please.” He looked like he was in a trance, eye either looking at your lips like a stranded man at water or looking at the point between your legs that connected you to him as you moved.
His hands finally gathered the courage to move. They drifted from the side of your breasts down to your ass and then settled on squeezing your thighs as they moved against him. He didn't squeeze in a vulgar way; his palms felt like he was molding clay, eager and intentional. You leaned your head forward, tilting your face as if hovering over his. “Open wide for me, pretty boy,” you commanded in a tone that alone could make his knees buckle. He obeyed immediately, opening his mouth and letting his tongue halfway out while looking up at you. The image alone made your brain short-circuit. You tangled one of your hands into the front of his hair as the other one stayed wrapped about his neck.
You gathered some spit in your mouth and let it drip down directly onto his tongue. With a failure to suppress your smile, you bit your lip, but you noticed- he’s not moving, he hasn’t swallowed. He was waiting for your order to do so.
You decided to take advantage of his obedience. You leaned, letting go of his neck, petting his chest as you sucked sweet marks on his soft skin as the poor man was putting all of his concentration into keeping his mouth in the same position and his head tilted up for your saliva so it wouldn’t spill from the surface of his tongue.
After a minute of that, you felt his hands move and massage your thighs gently, begging. His movements were accompanied by a tight whine coming from deep in his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut, just to have them land on you when he opened them. Cloudy, half-lidded, teary eyes looking at you like you were his salvation.
“You are such a good boy for me, baby,” you said fondly into his ear, not giving any attention to his pleas. Pulling your head back, you enjoyed the view for one last second before giving the order, “Let me see you swallow it now.” Oh, and he did, with so much force that he gasped after because he didn’t realize he’d paused his breathing while waiting for your command.
Both of you stayed still for a second, just staring at each other. Maybe in disbelief of how well you were matching each other’s freak, maybe just taking a moment before you jumped each other’s bones. It was more the ladder, in all honesty, the first one could wait for later.
While staring, you couldn’t help but think his little fazed gaze was incredibly endearing, so you giggled while petting the side of his face. Apparently, he took that as you about to leave him just like that because what he did next surprised you(pleasantly). He held your waist securely while your hands instinctively went to his shoulders, and he flipped you so you were lying on the couch. He was panting over you; he’s shaking again. “Please, I-I know I'm shaking, that just happens when I get overwhelmed,” he started, pleading with his beautiful eyes, hair messy and cheeks flushed, “but I need this, please, need it so bad.”
As opposed to what he would have expected you to do, his vulnerability made you cup his face and bring him in for a deep, toothachingly sweet kiss. “You need it badly, baby?” you said against his lips in a voice that made his cock drip. He nodded like a dumb puppy, “Mhm, yeah, yes, please.” his sweet voice and shameless honesty made you coo at him as one of your hands descended from his face to palm his cock through his pants. He gasped and bit his lip, looking down at your hand. As you felt a more damp spot, your gaze went down and saw the embarrassingly prominent darkened fabric on his crotch.
“Oh, I can tell,” you said teasingly, “Look at yourself, sweetheart, such a mess.” You looked back up at him with a devilish smile, not even trying to hide how proud you were that you had this effect on him.
He closed his eyes tightly, tilting his head up to suppress the needy moan threatening to come out of his throat purely because of the grazing of your hand and your degrading tone. “I know, I know,” he whispered more to himself.
“Hyunjin, look at me,” you said more sternly. He did, immediately. “You're such a pretty little thing, it’d be a shame not to ride you.” You swore you saw the gears in his brain turn, trying to process what you said and how you said such a thing in the same tone you’d tell him your grocery list.
He couldn’t say anything; he was trying to think of an entire sentence to say, but he couldn’t- failed miserably. So instead, he just nodded, then leaned down and kissed you like a dog licking his owner’s face in gratitude. You gently pushed him away with a smile, “Undress.”
When I tell you he skedaddeled and went to take his t-shirt off and pull his pants down. You took off your bottoms and unbuttoned your shirt, then he scooped you in both arms. “Hey!” you yelped in a fit of giggles as you found yourself unexpectedly in the air, his hands under your ass, your knees bent and clamping around his offensively small waist instinctively. He smiled, seeing you laugh, your faces centimeters away from each other, grinning like idiots. When you both stopped letting out breathy giggles and a moment of silence settled, you wrapped your arms around his neck again. “A bit impatient?” he nodded eagerly. ”Sit.” A second later, he has plopped down on the couch with you in his arms.
Your lips were connected as you glided your fingers down his stomach, grazing his V-line. Smiling into the kiss as you felt the little veins going down his abdomen, you hooked your pointer fingers on his underwear and pulled so so slowly, making him whine. He was desperate and eager yet seemed so weirdly anxious and shaky. He felt you pull away from the deep French kiss and kept latching his lips onto whatever he could- your jaw, neck, collarbone, chest, below your ear, on your shoulder- everywhere.
Once his underwear was pulled to a certain point, it revealed the entirety of his length. The painful hardness of it made his cock stand up between your bodies. Before you climbed onto it, you admired it for a second. Taking your pointer finger, sliding it from the tip that pathetically dripped precum to the side of his cock, feeling the veins that were made even more prominent by the visceral desire he was feeling. He whined and cursed under his breath at the view of you taking in with such fascination how embarrassingly hard and twitchy he was. You moved back up to his glistening tip, tapping it repeatedly with the pad of your finger, making his hips jerk involuntarily because of how sensitive he was. “J-jesus christ,” he let out shakily, turning his head to the side like he was losing his mind(he was). You genuinely giggled, amused at all his little reactions.
His hands slid lower, rubbing the band of your underwear, asking silently but still not daring to move the piece of clothing. “Please, p-please, just-” he whispered like a prayer while looking up. “Aww, sweet baby,” you cooed. As much as you wanted to be your usual self, the level of vulnerability he was reaching and how twitchy he was were really getting in the way. You weren't heartless after all. “Use your words, love.” Ok, maybe a little.
As opposed to before, he nodded, understanding your command, and took a deep breath, gathering all his functioning brain cells to say his needs out loud for you. It was so painfully endearing to see his desperation to do well. “Just wanna be inside you, ma'am,” he whined, “feel you around me, please.” His lips were already red and puffy from all the kissing. “Good boy.” You reached down and pulled your underwear to the side. “Oh my fucking god,” he let out, all choked up from the sight, as he rubbing circles on your thighs. With your other hand, you wrapped it around his tip tightly and stroked down, making an embarrassingly large amount of precum ooze out of the poor man. He hissed at the tightness of your fist. Reaching up again to his tip, you angled it up and moved it to align yourself with him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”, he started trembling even more out of anticipation as he felt his tip finally touch your wet slit, sliding a bit towards your clit, making the muscles on the back of your thighs twitch, then down to the entrance.
With slow movements and one hand on his shoulder, you sank down until his cock was halfway inside, making his jaw hang low. He gripped your hips tightly, “W-wait, I-” he squeezed his eyes shut, and you felt the muscles on his abdomen tighten. You smiled and hummed. “Just, just, I'm- it's a lot, just a lot,” he muttered out, “please, slow or I'll-” he kept interrupting himself to take breath heavily. “I'm already close, ma'am, please, I don't want to embarrass myself.” While he was saying that last part, you had started to sink down even further, excited to pull more reactions out of him. “No, please,” you started as you moved down, “go ahead,” you went down a bit more, “embarrass yourself for me, baby,” and you felt your pussy touch the hilt of his cock, now entirely in you. “Fuck” he let out a high-pitched curse, at the feeling and your audacious words. He couldn’t control his body as his hips jerked up, making his torso curl deliciously into you. The movement knocked you out of balance, and your hand landed on his abdomen, feeling the muscles there spasm as he tried desperately to control the urge to cum deep inside you while fucking up into you.
“Take a deep breath,” you ordered while your own brows were furrowed, trying to concentrate. He listened to you, of course, he did. You both kept eye contact as you took in deep inhales, your chests rising up and down. The gesture of tenderness and consideration made his heart swell; he thought you'd have kicked him out by now honestly. “I'm gonna start moving, now.” He nodded dumbly, still looking up at you like he was in a trance.
At first, you started by rocking your hips back and forth. His eyes stayed glued to the spot where you were connected and to the movements of your waist. “Fuck, so good, feels so good, ma'am,” he whined, voice cracking once every couple of words. You nodded and sped up your movements, now going up and down on his length. And he had length, alright. You felt your walls going up and then down, letting him stretch you out again. You moaned quietly, and he took the opportunity. “I'm making you feel good, ma'am, right?”
He was nervous about your answer, but what he didn't expect was for you to laugh in his face. “You aren't making me feel good, sweetheart, this cock is doing the job for you.” You finished with a moan of your own as you sped up your movements even more. If the euphoric feeling of you wrapped around him wasn't this strong, Hyunjin was sure he would have cried at your cruel words. But he knew you. He was sure you didn't know who he was, but he knew you, and frankly, this was the version of you he thought he would get all night, so really, he had no right to complain. Plus, it wasn't like you were lying.
Hyunjin let out a choked moan, his hips bucking up involuntarily as your words hit him like a punch to the gut. He could feel your walls clenching around him, squeezing his aching cock like a velvet vice. It was too much, too intense. He was going to embarrass himself, just like you wanted.
"F-fuck, please..." He gasped out, his voice ragged and desperate. His hands gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He knew he should be gentle, should take this slow, but the pleasure was overwhelming, consuming him whole.
You started to move faster, bouncing on his cock. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, mixing with your moans and his grunts and whimpers. Hyunjin could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as his release approached quickly.
"I'm... I'm close. Fuck, I can't... I'm going to..." He babbled incoherently, his words lost in the haze of lust and desire. His vision was blurring, his mind going blank. There was only you, only this moment. His eyes only opened once he felt your hand around his throat again.
Hyunjin's eyes shot open wide, his breath catching in his throat. His pulse jumped under your touch, his heart racing like a drum. He looked up at you, his gaze hazy and unfocused, but still filled with a deep, primal need.
"Y-you want me to embarrass myself, ma’am?" He whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. He knew you had noticed how choking affected him. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against your palm. His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of hesitation or doubt. But he found none. It was entertaining- seeing how quickly you could push him over the edge.
He whined, bit his lower lip, and he let a thick tear run down. You dipped your head towards his face, “Such a good boy.” You licked a stripe up his face, tasting the tear on his cheek. He knew he was at your mercy, completely under your control. Your hand around his throat was a reminder of that, a silent affirmation of the power you held over him. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and so alive.
With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, Hyunjin let go. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside you as he came, his hot seed spilling deep into your core. He cried out your name, a prayer and a curse all in one, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. His orgasms went on for so long that he whimpered as he felt his soul leave his body.
As the last tremors of his intense orgasm subsided, Hyunjin slowly came back to himself. He blinked up at you, his vision clearing, only to be hit by a wave of embarrassment and shame. He had come first, before making sure you were satisfied. The realization made his spent cock twitch weakly inside you.
"I... I'm so sorry," he stammered, his voice thick with remorse. He reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "I didn't mean to... I should have made you feel good first. I'm sorry, it just felt too good."
He looked down, unable to meet your eyes as a deep blush spread across his cheeks and down his neck. His hands fidgeted on your hips, squeezing gently as if seeking forgiveness.
"Please, let me make it up to you," he pleaded softly, making you let out a breathy giggle, "I want to prove that I can satisfy you, that I can be a good lover. I want to feel your pleasure, want to hear you scream my name, please.” He said all these things while his head had already dipped to lay apologetic wet kisses all over your neck.
With surprising intentionality, he slowly guided you off his cock that was still hard as a rock, hissing softly as the cool air hit his sensitive flesh. Once you were both free, he kissed you deeply and so heartbreakingly gently. “Get on all fours for me?” Even when he asked for something, it sounded like begging. ”Sure, baby, show me you can make me feel good.” You went into position, back arched, looking back at him.
Hyunjin's eyes darkened with renewed desire as he watched your slow movements. He licked his lips, his cock twitching at the erotic sight. You knew what you were doing, leaning your shoulders down, arching your back like a cat stretching.
He crawled behind you on his knees on the couch, his hands running reverently over your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your left hip just above one of your cheeks, then kissed lower, then on the other side, before trailing his tongue along your spine. Reaching the nape of your neck, he nipped lightly at your skin, his teeth grazing your flesh. His hands slid around to your front, one cupping your breast while the other dipped between your thighs, finding your clit swollen and sensitive.
"Promise, I’ll make you feel so good," he murmured against your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin. "I'm going to worship this body until you're shaking, take all that stress off you, pretty girl."
“Love the confidence you’ve gained, but if you don't fuck me right-”
“Yes, s-sorry, ma’am, I will,” he said, smiling despite himself.
He started to move, his cock sliding between your ass cheeks, the hard length slipping between them with ease. He rocked his hips, fucking your ass with his cock as his fingers worked your clit and teased your nipples as you whimpered.
He smiled, hearing your noises, and reached to push his cock down, towards your entrance. “Gonna push inside, okay, pretty girl?” jesus why was his tone getting you flustered? You nodded, biting your lip as you felt his tip nudge your clit again.
Hyunjin took that as his cue and pushed forward, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of your heat, before slowly pushing inside. He had to go slowly, inch by inch, letting you adjust to his size from this new, deeper angle. Your walls stretched around him, hugging his cock tightly as he filled you up.
"Fuck, you feel tight and warm," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. Once he was fully stuffed inside you, he paused, his hips pressed against your ass. He reached around to your front, finding your clit swollen and sensitive. He circled it with his fingers, rubbing the sensitive nub gently.
He started to move then, pulling out slowly until just the tip remained inside you, before pushing back in. He set a steady rhythm, his hips rocking against yours as he fucked you. "That's it, baby, take my cock-" he tried to be assertive, I promise. But his words were cut short when you clenched around him and stole the air from his lungs. "You're doing so well, fuck, taking me so deep.”
He sped up one hand on your hip, making you fuck him back, the other still on your clit, lathering it from all the juices that were sliding towards it and rubbing it so so lightly it burned your nerves, making you clench around his cock. Hyunjin let out a choked moan. His hips stuttered for a moment before he regained his rhythm, pounding into you with renewed vigor.
"Fuck, ma’am, you're so tight," he grunted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hip as he pulled you back onto his cock. "So fucking perfect, like you were made for me." He could feel your arousal coating his fingers as he rubbed your clit, the slick sounds filling the room. He circled the sensitive nub, teasing you mercilessly, determined to make you fall apart on his cock first this time.
"That's it, baby, fuck me back," he encouraged, his voice low and rough with lust. "I wanna feel you cum around my cock, ma’am, prove to you this cock can make you feel so good."
His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, as he chased his own release. He could feel it building, his balls tightening as the pleasure mounted. But he was determined to make you cum first, to prove that he could satisfy you and make you lose your mind as you could him.
He noticed you go quiet for a second. You had pulled one of the decorative pillows to hide your face in, and only your quiet, breathy moans could be heard. Your toes curled shamelessly, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix perfectly.
"Please, don't hold back," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let me hear you, let me hear how good I'm making you feel. I want everyone to hear I’m the one making you feel good."
He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, his cock hitting deep, making you see stars. His fingers on your clit moved faster, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, quick circles. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, knew you were close.
"Come on, ma’am, give in," he urged, ”Please, give in to me, let me feel you,” his voice strained with his own impending release. "Cum for me, I want to feel this perfect fucking pussy gripping my cock even tighter”, he kept babbling on. Taking his hand off your hip but continuing his mean deep thrusts, he reached forward and started stroking your hair. Running his fingers through it gently to coax your orgasm out of you. “Let go for me, ma’am, please, wanna feel you fall apart." You were trying to breathe heavily between your moans and his smooth voice, laced with this neediness of his, and his perfect cock hitting you just where you needed were really making it difficult for you. You were close, so close, it burned.
He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock throbbing inside you, but he held back. This time, he wanted to see, hear, and feel you crumble.
You couldn't hold back any longer. Hyunjin's words, his touch, the relentless pounding against her cervix - it was all too much. With a sharp cry, you came undone, your body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. You screamed his name, tearing it from your throat. Pussy clamped down around his cock, gripping him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.
Hyunjin groaned, long and low, as he felt your pussy spasm around his cock. The sensation was incredible, your walls fluttering and milking his length as you came. He had to grit his teeth, fighting the urge to let go and join you in bliss.
"Thank you, ma’am, thank- oh fuck” he growled, his hips never faltering as he fucked you through your orgasm. "Fuck, I can feel you, fucking soak my cock with your cum.” he said, watching your pussy spasm around him, “I want to feel every fucking second of it."
He reached his hand again and pushed some of your hair away from your face. He wanted to see, wanted to watch the ecstasy on your face. He leaned down, kissing your shoulders and cheek as you panted, coming down from your orgasm. He was left high and dry since he’d basically edged himself to make you cum. But it didn’t matter to him; what was important was that you had cum first, and he’d lie if he said that didn’t give his ego at least a bit of a boost.
He let out a choked moan, though as he felt your ass fuck back onto him. “Can’t leave you like this,” you said with a smirk as you watched his face contour in pleasure. “Oh my fucking god,” he whined.
Hyunjin couldn't resist the temptation of your quivering body any longer. With a grunt, he flipped you both over, settling between your spread thighs. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust and adoration as he took in your flushed cheeks and heaving chest. You wrapped your legs around him, locking in place.
"Wrap your arms around me, ma’am," he commanded softly, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you, as I make you mine." Maybe you were too lost in the moment to reprimand him for saying that, maybe you did like that he said that- he’ll never know.
You eagerly complied, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The new position allowed him to sink even deeper into you, his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. You could feel every throbbing inch of him, stretching you, filling you completely, his chest against your chest. You kissed again like you hadn’t kissed in a million years- deep, slow, filthy.
He started to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. He braced himself on his elbows, looking down at you as he fucked you. His eyes were locked onto yours, watching your every reaction, committing every expression to memory.
"I’m so fucking close," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Cum inside again, baby, fill me up." Oh hell no, the moment he heard those words, he knew he was a goner.
Hyunjin's eyes widened as he heard your words, a surge of possessive desire coursing through him. He couldn't hold back any longer, couldn't deny you or himself the pleasure.
"Fuck, ma’am, thank you," he groaned, his hips slamming into yours with renewed urgency. "I'm going to fill this pretty pussy to the brim, ma’am.”
He could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside your tight heat. He was so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Your words, your command, pushed him over.
His cock jerked and twitched as he came, his hot seed erupting from the tip and flooding your insides. He grunted and shuddered above you, his body going rigid as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over him. He whimpered, torturing himself through his orgasm with small, shallow thrusts.
He collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he rode out the aftershocks of his pleasure. As the final shudders of his intense orgasm subsided, Hyunjin lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were glazed and unfocused. He could see the satisfaction etched on your face, the way your lips were curved in a soft, contented smile. He loved it- the feeling of doing what you wanted, of satisfying you, made him feel fulfilled to an extent that should concern him.
Slowly, almost reverently, he slid off you, his softening cock slipping out of your pussy with a gush of their combined fluids. But he didn't go far. Instead, he knelt and settled between your thighs, pushing them further apart to expose your dripping pussy to his gaze that trailed it hungrily.
Hyunjin looked up at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he leaned in close. He kissed the inside of your thighs, slowly licking and nipping at areas that made you twitch. He went higher and higher. His breath landed hot against your sensitive flesh, making you shiver and clench around nothing. He smiled at your reaction, "Let me clean you up, ma'am," he murmured, his voice low and rough with lingering desire. "I want to taste every inch of this pretty pussy, want to lick up every drop of our cum, clean you up like you deserve.”
And he did. But it was evident that he didn't do it to tease you or see you wither- he only wanted to service you, clean you up, thank you. His tongue, soft and gentle, licked a stripe up your slit, then glided down to prod at your entrance, tasting what leaked with a content hum. “Fuck, I'm so exhausted,” you said with a breathy laugh as you looked down at him. He looked up, blushing solely at the sight of your post-orgasm afterglow. “Just a bit more,” he interrupted the careful tracing of his tongue, “please,” he added as gentlemanly as ever.
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So after the fucking glorious sex you had that night, he slept with you for a couple of hours and by early sunrise you stirred awake. He woke up an hour later than you did. You ushered him out the door under the pretense of having plans(you didn't).
He didn't want to leave, obviously, but he also didn't want to be pushy about it. You weren't about to let him just hang around your house, so as not to feel as bad when he stumbled while putting his pants on and asked, “Can- could I get your number maybe?” You complied, rattling your phone number out as he almost dropped his phone trying to type it in
And a minute later, he went out the door.
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Monday morning, you walked into the 8 am lecture you were presenting for Visual Culture. The little pep in your step didn't go unnoticed by the set of asymmetrical eyes that followed you when you walked in from the far seats of the lecture hall.
“Good morning, everyone,” you say steadfastly, putting your bag down onto your desk. You scanned the lecture hall and took a deep breath. “I hope everyone had a restful weekend.” When you said that, Hyunjin failed miserably to not smile ear-to-ear. “Today we are covering the topic of The Image as a Producer of Reality…”
You didn't know you had just slept with someone that you were currently giving a lecture to, and was your fellow university student. That's the part that had Hyunjin anxious. He selfishly hadn't told you when you had first started talking, so by the time things were heading in a more heated direction, he wasn't about to ruin everything. He knew you were a direct person, so your reaction when you learnt that would surely aim to punish him somehow. But maybe he'd like that.
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Author's note: #ovulation i have nothing to say for myself. But also thanks to this person who comments under every chapter of my series @ihateetoadmit and also wanted to be tagged for this post you're so sweet thank you so much!
PART 2
