“s’too much sweetheart— h-hah..” you’ve been overstimulating him for the past 30 minutes, your right hand covered in your husbands slick. he’s laying in between your legs, head resting in the crook of your neck as his hands latch firmly onto your plump thighs.
he had come home from work clearly frustrated with whatever went on inside his workplace, you just wanted to give him somethin’ to cool off after a hard day at work! “nuh uh.. s’not enough, you’re being soo good for me kennnn.” your free hand threads fingers through his silky hair as your sultry voice throws him for a loop. he truly underestimated how filthy his little wife was.
he’s planting delicate kisses on your neck while he’s huffing out shallow breaths, you continue to jerk his lengthy cock, milking whatever he has left inside of him. “f-fuck nngh m’gonna cum again- mmf,” he’s moaning out — pleading even, you’ve put a hand tightly over his mouth, silencing his loud moans. “yeah? you’re being so loudd.. heh- c’mon give it to me kentoo” you giggle, fisting his cock while his leaky tip oozes out beads of pre-cum.
his hands are gripping your thighs while he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing his orgasm. the room is filled with obscene noises and muffled moans, you move your hand from his mouth upwards to his eyes, blinding him. “mmngh- please p-please yeah.. d-don’t stop shiiit!” he groans, tilting his head back as the coil deep in his stomach unwravels.
your hand is jerking him up n down, squeezing him tightly. his cum is pouring out, dripping all over your hand as you focus your strokes onto his sensitive tip. “o. . . oh fuuuuck fuck fuck hnghh ah!” he whines while his cum flows out his slit in large spurts. he’s made a mess all throughout your hand, cum dripping down to his balls.
“feel better big boy..?” you giggle, removing both your hands from his body causing him to wince out of overstimulation. “hah.. almost killed me y’know” he glares at your smitten facial expressions, you roll your eyes before landing a big kiss onto his parched lips. “whateverrr, you liked it!” you reply, only thing on your mind is the next time you’ll be able to help your husband ‘cool off after work’
who knows.. maybe this will become a little routine you guys have
a/n : can you tell i like sub nanami.. ermm ; got lazy at the end loll likes & reblogs appreciated <3 kisses from c4toru !!
a/n - been a while since i've done a jude fic heeheh, i feel it is appropriate to post some with the world cup on (maybe its coming home?)
I couldn’t be asked to write more smut for this 😭
ALSO ITS COMING HOME YAYAYA DID ANYONE WATCH THE ENGLAND VS MEXICO CUZ JUDE PULLED THRU 👀👀
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c/w - switch!Jude, switch!reader, foreplay in a hot tub, newly weds, hand jobs, fingering, hickeys and lots of making out
By the time you and Jude got back to the villa, the sun was starting to go down.
The whole day had felt slow in the best way.
No rushing, nowhere to be, no one waiting for either of you. It was strange, honestly. After the wedding everything had been so busy. Family, friends, the afterparty, the travelling. It had all gone by so fast that neither of you had a second to stop.
Now it was just the two of you.
Married.
Even thinking it still felt weird.
—
You stood in front of the mirror tending to your hair after your shower, wearing one of Jude’s shirts while he lay on the bed behind you, fresh out the shower too, scrolling on his phone with damp hair and a towel low around his waist.
You looked at your hand for a second, turning it so your ring caught the light.
—
It was mental to think about
Three days ago you had been standing in front of him, trying not to cry while he smiled at you like he was trying not to do the same.
It still didn’t feel real —
“You alright?” Jude asked.
You looked over at him, caught a bit of guard. “Yeah.”
He was watching you now.
“You’ve gone all quiet.”
You smiled a little. “Just thinking.”
“Right...”
You rolled your eyes and then looked out to the terrace. “Jude do you wanna try out the hot tub?”
Jude looked over too. “Now?”
“Yeah. We haven’t even been in it yet.”
He thought for a second, then shrugged. “Alright.”
You grinned and disappeared to get changed.
When you came back out in your bikini, Jude was standing by the bed now, pulling on his swim shorts.
He looked up at you and froze for a second.
You smiled at how strange he was. “What?”
He shook his head, laughing quietly. “Nothing.”
“It's literally just us two come on.” you replied with a teasing smile.
He walked over and put his hands on your waist. “You look really nice in this.”
You laughed. “Thank you.”
His hands stayed there a second longer than they needed to.
Even now, after being together for so long, after literally marrying him, he still looked at you like that.
Like he was still a bit shocked you were his.
—
The hot tub was already warm when you got outside.
You got in first, sinking into the water with a sigh while Jude got in after you.
You sat on the opposite side at first.
He stared at you.
“What?” you asked credulously.
He shook his head. “Why are you over there?”
You laughed. “There’s room isn't there?.”
“Come here.”
You slid over and he pulled you straight against him, your back against his chest, his arms around your waist under the water.
“That’s better,” he said.
The water bubbled around you while the sky got darker above.
It was quiet, but not awkward.
Just peaceful.
Jude played with your hair, twisting the ends around his fingers and moving it back over your shoulder.
You rested your head against him, it seemed like for the first time in ages, he felt completely relaxed.
No football. No people asking for photos. No training. No stress. Just you.
"You seem suspiciously happy mate..." you said, looking up at him. He laughed softly, the standing out against the bubbling of the water.
"I don't know mate, I think it's because I got married."
You smiled, your fingers tightening slightly over his where they rested against your hand. "True."
His chin dropped to rest against your hair, and you felt him exhale slowly, like he was still catching up to the reality of it. "It still feels mad doesn't it?"
You looked down at where his fingers were laced through yours, thumb brushing absently over your knuckles. "Yeah."
He kissed the side of your neck, slow and deliberate, his lips lingering just a second too long to be casual as he mumbled against your neck. "Best day of my life."
That made your chest go tight, so you turned a little, just enough to hide how flustered you suddenly felt. "You're being soft, Jude."
He smiled against your skin. "Only because it's you."
You leaned in and kissed him slowly, and at first it stayed that way — warm and unhurried. But then his hand moved from your waist up your side, fingers pressing into you like he needed something to hold onto, and the whole thing changed.
His mouth pressed harder against yours, like he'd been holding himself back all day and had finally stopped bothering to try. You shifted until you were facing him properly, legs tangling with his beneath the water, the heat of it was nothing compared to the way his hands were moving now — one sliding to the small of your back, the other cupping your jaw like he wanted to feel you say the next thing.
"Wow, Jude, this is a bit bold isn't it," you teased against his mouth, breathless already.
"Yeah well, I'm pretty sure we can do whatever we want now, can't we," he murmured back, drunk on the feeling of you pressed flush against him.
When you pulled back to catch your breath, his eyes stayed fixed on your mouth like he hadn't finished with it yet. "You know," he said quietly, thumb tracing slow circles against your skin, "I've barely had you to myself since the wedding."
You smiled, a little smug. "You married me."
"Exactly."
His hand slid into your hair then, tipping your head back trailing his lips down your neck eliciting a gasp from your through, he smiled against you the bastard.
"I'm your husband now aren't I?" Jude murmured, slowly sucking against your throat.
"Yes, you are." You replied breathily as the vibrations of his voice travelling to your core.
He smirked at this, getting a bit bolder now and biting at the spot that he's been slowly devouring.
"Fucking hell Jude!" You exclaimed, gripping onto his hair.
He pulled himself off you, his lips now pinkish and spit slicken, and stared at the sight of you before him. "You are so beautiful you know."
You bit back a smile trying to hide the effect that his words had on you, but he saw right through it and pulled you towards him causing the water to get very disturbed.
"Jude!" you giggled at the sudden movement, "Behave idiot."
"It's a bit hard not to when I have my wife in front of me like this." Jude's eyes hazed a little.
You took advantage of his lack of control and shoved him against the edge of the hot tub, "You're so corny." The image in front of your eyes was addictive, his chiseled body, tented shorts, the way his lips were swollen and his eyes were drunk. You decided to prove that he was yours.
"Lay back," You said softly, pushing him against the wall of the hot tub with your finger.
He did as you said, eyes locked onto yours as you straddled him hips and wrapped your arms around his neck. He then immediately parted his lips, letting your tongue to slip inside as you tasted him.
Your breathes mingled as you both bumped noses, "Jude," you said pulled back slightly so your forehead was against him.
He just looked at you with dilated eyes, his body flushed and lips wet and parted, "Y—yea?"
You pressed your lips to his quickly and tilted his head back with your fingers, exposing his neck to you. As you edged your mouth closer to his jaw you paused, letting your breath soften slightly against his pulse point.
He looked down at you with pleading eyes, his heartbeat erratic against your hand on his chest, "I love you reader." he whispered.
You pressed a haste kiss against his jaw and then to his lips, before returning to his jaw, kitten licking the area with your tongue like an in advance apology before slowly mouthing against it. His breath stuttered against your as he realised what you were doing.
The stinging sensation vibrated through his body as his right hand came up from your waist to gently grasping you hair, as you bit down he gasped slightly, eyes closed as the mixture of pain and pleasure grew onto him.
You soothed the new darkening mark on his jaw with your tongue as your lips dragged downwards to his untouched neck.
A trail of reddening bruises slow bloomed across his neck as you worked you way down. God he looked so pretty like this, like he was yours.
As you pulled back to admire your handiwork he pulled you back into him by your waist and flipped you around, now it was you who's back was against the wall of the hot tub, now he was straddling your lap, his hardness pressing into your hip.
Jude immediately started peppering kisses across your exposed neck, his mouth finally landed against your collarbone. Your brain short-circuited as his teeth gently bit into the skin, his tongue coming out in intervals to sooth the ache as if to apologise.
He sucked harder until there was a darkening shape on your collar bone, as you looking down at the sight you couldn't help but see how visually untouched he was, his erection straining out of his shorts, it was only fair to help him out right?
Your fingers traced down his water slicken body, his abs tensing under the gentle graze of your nails. He looked at you with need as he claimed your lips in a deep kiss.
Your hand followed his happy trail, dipping into the waistband of his shorts, his cock twitching in excitement like he was waiting for this.
Your hand felt along the velvety length causing him to stutter against your lips which he only did when he was desperate.
"Jude you're so hard." you teased, nose bumping his and you looked into each other's eyes, His pupils were dilated.
You grazed your thumb on his tip smearing the bead of precum that had formed all over his cock, the sensation releasing a shaky exhale from him.
You started to stroke him, the bubbles of the water clouding your vision from above.
Jude’s noises were muffled by your mouth, “Fuck — your always so so good —”
His hips started rutting into your hand, the sight of your wedding rings glistening through the water on his cock was disorienting his mind.
After a few more strokes he finally came, white hot spurts shooting out of his slit as he rode the wave out, in the hot tub, but that was a problem for later.
Jude looked into your eyes, his glassy, and wide, “I love you so much baby.”
“I love you too”
“It’s your turn then isn’t it?”
Before you could clock what he meant his hand immediately trailed down your wet curves into the water, palming your ass as he leaned in to kiss your neck slowly with fervour.
“Jude…” you breathed.
He continued his ministrations on your neck as his hand edged your bikini bottoms down. His fingers slipping between your folds.
Even though you were in water he could feel the wetness of your core, “Your my wife now, and I’m your husband.
The soft gasp that culminated from you made him smile against your neck. His index finger now slipping into your hole slowly. He pulled away from and you crouched down slightly, his eyes fixated on your as he pulled your bottoms completely off.
The visual was a stark contrast to how he was just moments earlier with his eyes pleading and watering.
He started to thrust his finger in you slightly faster eliciting soft sounds from your tongue.
“Jude can you — faster?” You asked quietly as your brows furrowed in pleasure.
“Of course I can.”
His fingers picked up the pace, his other hand coming down to nudge your clit.
The sensation became sweet as his fingers slipping between hit that same spot in you whilst his thumb was toying with your bundle of nerves causing you to start riding his hands.
To him this sight was something he would never get enough of, your eyes shut, brows furrowed, puffy lips slightly parted but silent like you couldn’t coordinate a response.
“I’m close baby — fuck”
You whimpers only egged him if as he sped up the pace slightly, your hands grabbing his hair will full force, a feeling that he very much enjoyed.
Your body started convulsing as you came, breath staggered, the waves of the orgasm washing over you slowly.
After you rode out on his finger he pulled it out, the sudden emptiness bringing you back to reality.
The hot tub slightly cloudy with cum, your bikini bottoms in the water, Jude’s cock hardening against your thigh.
Jude gave you a cheeky look, “Maybe we should take this inside?”
You smiling back, reaching into the water for your bottoms, “Yea maybe we should…”
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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.
—
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.”
—
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.
—
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.
—
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!
switch!choso who absolutely worships your pussy with his mouth. he’ll lay between your soft thighs for hours eating you out and jerking himself off to your moans and the way you taste on his tongue.
switch!choso who loves when you handcuff him to the bed.
switch!choso who’s addicted to cock warming. he’ll make you sit on his lap with his cock inside your dripping cunt and won’t let you move till he’s either finished what he’s doing or till he’s too desperate and needy to wait anymore.
switch!choso who accidentally leaves bruises on you from holding you too tight (he’s not sorry).
switch!choso who praises and talks you through it like it’s a full time job, “so pretty for me, angel. you look so perfect taking my dick…just lay there an’ take it f’me, you can do that, right baby?”
switch!choso who jerks off with your panties when you’re not around.
switch!choso who’s so clingy after sex, you’re lucky if he pulls out before you go to sleep (he’s doesn’t want to so he can fuck you again first thing in the morning).
switch!choso who sounds so pretty when he’s begging and whimpering as you overstimulate him, “please…please slow down babe, i can’t- oh god, fuck…sh- shit.”
switch!choso who will wrap his hand around your neck, squeezing the sides with his fingers till you’re dizzy.
switch!choso who’s obsessed with breeding you. your pussy just feels too good to pull out of and you look so pretty all full and leaking his cum. besides, it’s not like he would mind if you got pregnant with his babies anyway.
switch!choso who gets so needy when you keep him waiting. jumping up from the couch the second he hears your car outside. it’s hardly been 10 minutes before he has you manhandled into prone, fucking you like a dog in heat. his chest pressed to your back while (incoherently) mumbling apologies and praise into your ear, “‘m sorry baby, i couldn’t- fuck, i couldn’t wait anymore. you feel so- oh fuckkk…feel so fucking good hah.”
Warnings/Themes: Established relationship, switch dynamics, needy and vocal Wooyoung, desperate oral (giving and receiving), face-sitting/riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, light teasing, heavy praise and affection, consensual honeymoon-phase intimacy, explicit smut.
Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x reader
Word count: 1.5k+
Summary: In the middle of her intense study session, Wooyoung’s overwhelming neediness turns a quiet evening into a heated switch of power—where his desperate hunger leads to her taking full control on the very chair where she was trying to focus.
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The apartment smelled faintly of the dinner Wooyoung had spent the afternoon perfecting—garlic, sesame, and the warm comfort of home-cooked bulgogi that now sat untouched on the kitchen counter. He had tried everything. Breakfast in bed that morning, a perfectly timed lunch delivered with a kiss, and now dinner, plated beautifully with her favorite sides. But she was buried in textbooks and notebooks, highlighter in hand, earbuds occasionally slipping as she muttered formulas under her breath.
They had only been together a little under a year, yet every day still felt like the honeymoon phase. Touches lingered, glances turned into smiles that made his chest ache, and the smallest separation felt like too much. Wooyoung thrived on her attention; he needed it like air. And today, with his day off, all he wanted was her.
He had checked on her at least a dozen times. Each visit started hopeful—“Baby, come eat with me?”—and ended with her gentle but firm push: “Just a little longer, Woo. I really need to finish this section.”
The last time, he didn’t even ask. He simply sighed loudly from the doorway, dramatic as ever, before padding into the small study nook she had claimed. When that earned no reaction, he dropped to the floor beside her chair like a kicked puppy, knees drawn up, hands resting innocently in his lap. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he stared up at her, waiting.
Nothing.
A louder, theatrical sigh escaped him. Still, her eyes stayed glued to the page, pen scratching steadily.
He shifted, scooting closer until he could rest his cheek against her thigh. The soft fabric of her loose skirt brushed his skin. For a few minutes he stayed still, breathing her in, the faint scent of her body wash and the warmth radiating through the material. But stillness had never been Wooyoung’s strong suit.
He huffed. Puffed out his cheeks. Whined low in his throat. Sighed again, dramatic enough to shake his shoulders.
His fingers found the hem of her oversized shirt, slipping underneath to trace lazy circles on the soft skin of her stomach. She squirmed, gently batting his hand away without looking down.
Undeterred, his touch wandered lower, skimming over her thigh, fingertips dipping just beneath the edge of her skirt.
“Wooyoung,” she murmured, a warning wrapped in affection. “Not now. I told you—I need to focus.”
“But I miss you,” he whispered, voice already edging into that needy register she secretly loved. “Just fifteen minutes, sweetheart. Please?”
She didn’t answer, though her pen paused for half a second.
He took that as encouragement. With a soft, determined sound, he slid further down, maneuvering until his face was level with her lap. Warm lips pressed to her knee, then higher, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh. His hands pushed the loose skirt up gently, bunching the fabric around her hips.
“Woo… wait,” she breathed, though her voice had already softened.
He didn’t wait. His mouth moved higher, kissing the sensitive skin just below the edge of her panties. She was already damp—he could feel the heat and the faint wetness through the thin cotton. A low, appreciative groan rumbled in his chest as he pressed his lips against her clothed core, sucking lightly.
Her hips jerked. Fingers threaded into his hair, tugging—not hard enough to pull him away, but enough that he moaned against her, the vibration sending a fresh wave of arousal through her.
That tug was all the invitation his needy mind needed.
Wooyoung hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down her legs, letting them catch on one ankle. He wasted no time, spreading her thighs wider with reverent hands and diving in. His tongue flattened against her folds, licking a broad stripe from entrance to clit before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking.
She gasped, the pen slipping from her fingers onto the desk. “Fuck—Wooyoung…”
He answered with a muffled, eager sound, tongue working her relentlessly. Long, messy licks mixed with precise flicks and gentle suction. The taste of her made his head spin; he could feel his cock twitching hard inside his sweatpants, already leaking. Every little squirm of her hips, every soft whimper she tried to hold back, went straight to his dick.
She fought it for a few more moments, trying to reach for her notes again, but it was useless. Her free hand gripped the edge of the desk while the other stayed buried in his hair. Finally, with a shaky exhale, she gave in. Leaning back in the chair, she lifted her legs, draping them over his broad shoulders and locking her ankles behind his head.
Wooyoung moaned loudly—louder than she was—into her pussy as she pulled him closer. He was drowning in her, tongue plunging inside her, then sliding up to circle her clit again and again. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as he devoured her like a man starved.
She rode his face without shame now, hips rolling against his mouth, using him exactly how she needed. Whenever he tried to pull back for air, her thighs squeezed tighter around his ears, holding him right where she wanted.
“Don’t stop—ah, right there,” she panted, voice breaking.
He was whimpering continuously, the sounds vibrating against her. His own arousal was unbearable; the friction of his cock trapped in his pants, combined with the intoxicating taste and sounds of her pleasure, pushed him over the edge without a single touch. His hips jerked helplessly as he came hard in his sweatpants, warm wetness spreading across the fabric while he kept licking her through it, eyes fluttering shut in overwhelming bliss.
The added vibration and his desperate, muffled cries finally tipped her over. Her back arched, thighs clamping down as she came with a broken cry, squirting against his tongue. He drank every drop he could, groaning gratefully, refusing to pull away until her trembling slowed.
Only then did she loosen her grip, gently tugging him up by the hair. Their eyes met—his lips shiny and swollen, pupils blown wide with lust and adoration. She pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting herself on his tongue as her hands framed his face.
“Good boy,” she whispered against his mouth, the praise making him shiver. She stood, guiding him up only to push him back into the chair she had just vacated. Wooyoung dropped into it willingly, legs spreading as she sank to her knees between them.
His sweatpants were tented, a obvious wet spot darkening the gray fabric. She smirked, palming him through the material.
“Look at you… came just from eating me out, huh? So sensitive for me, Woo.”
He whined high in his throat, hips bucking into her touch. “Couldn’t help it… you taste so good, baby. Felt too good.”
She tugged his pants and boxers down in one motion, freeing his cock. It slapped against his stomach, still hard despite the mess he’d made, the head flushed and glistening. Without hesitation, she leaned in and took him into her mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
Wooyoung’s head fell back against the chair with a loud, broken moan. “Fuck—ah, sweetheart—too much, I’m still so sensitive—”
She didn’t pull back. Instead, she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks and sucking while her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit. He was incredibly vocal, a constant stream of whimpers, gasps, and breathy praises spilling from his lips.
“So good… your mouth—ngh—love you, love you so much—”
His hands hovered near her head, not pushing, just trembling with the effort of staying still. She bobbed faster, tongue pressing along the underside, occasionally pulling off to tease the slit with little kitten licks until he was shaking.
It didn’t take long. He was already wound tight from his first orgasm. With a strangled cry of her name mixed with a string of affectionate curses, he came again, spilling down her throat as she swallowed around him.
She pulled off slowly, licking him clean while he panted, chest heaving, eyes glassy with overstimulation and love.
But they weren’t done.
She climbed into his lap, straddling him on the chair. His hands immediately found her waist, sliding under her shirt to caress bare skin as she lined herself up and sank down onto his still-hard cock in one smooth motion.
They both moaned at the feeling—tight, wet heat enveloping him completely.
This time, she was in control.
She set a steady rhythm, rolling her hips and riding him deep. Wooyoung’s head tipped forward, lips latching onto her neck, sucking marks as he gasped against her skin.
“Ride me—please, baby, use me,” he begged, voice hoarse and needy. “I’m yours. All yours.”
She did exactly that. Hands braced on his shoulders, she bounced on his cock, taking him to the hilt with every downward thrust. The chair creaked beneath them, but neither cared. Her skirt was bunched uselessly around her waist; his hands roamed everywhere—squeezing her ass, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until she cried out.
Their kisses were messy and desperate, tongues sliding together as she ground down on him, chasing another high.
“I love you,” she gasped between thrusts, forehead pressed to his. “My needy, perfect boy.”
Wooyoung’s only response was a broken sob of pleasure, hips jerking up to meet hers as best he could from below. He was sensitive, every drag of her walls around him sending sparks through his body, but he never asked her to stop. He wanted everything she would give him.
When she came again, clenching tight around him and moaning his name like a prayer, he followed right after, filling her with warm pulses as his arms wrapped around her, holding her close while they rode out the waves together.
They stayed like that for a long time afterward—her in his lap, his face buried in her neck, both breathing hard and trading soft, lazy kisses.
“Study break success?” he mumbled eventually, voice muffled and sleepy with satisfaction.
She laughed softly, threading her fingers through his damp hair. “The best kind. But don’t think this means I’m done with my notes.”
Wooyoung grinned against her skin, already pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll help you ‘focus’ again, sweetheart.”
She rolled her eyes fondly, but the way she tightened around him told him she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.
In their little apartment, nothing ever stayed unnoticed for long—especially not the way they needed each other.
I just thought of Han and DP together as soon as I read it, and maybe a Felix with him wearing thigh-high stockings because the reader just likes that. I already made a "switcher" request at your first event and I think something like that would be cool in this one too, please... Just the reader being dominant at the beginning, giving pleasure to both of them, being a very caring soft!mommy, what the two don't know is that deep down she wants to rub herself against Felix's stocking while he uses it to dirty her thigh, while Han whispers obscene things and pays attention to her. (Sorry for the bad English, it's not my first language)
2025 Holidays Event | thigh highs & a fort
pairing: quokka!han x kitten!felix x f!reader
genre: smut
warnings: switch!han, switch!reader, sub!felix, use of mommy, thigh highs used inappropriately, handjob, blowjob, ass play, fingering, spit as lube (don't do that), double penetration, overstimulation
event masterlist: #WinterFalls
word count: 1.6k
a/n: (also taglist form in even post)
The living room is soft textures and low light, a mountain of knitted blankets and plush pillows has been constructed into a fort, the air humming with the electronic chirps of a video game.
Han is buried in the center of the pile, wearing a shirt that’s at least three sizes too big, Minho’s or Changbin’s, most likely, slipping off one shoulder to expose the sharp line of his collarbone and his tattoo. Below the hem, his legs are bare save for a pair of boxers, his little tail twitching restlessly against the cushions.
Beside him, Felix is curled up like a cat, drowning in a thick cable-knit sweater. Beneath the wool, the sleek, black silk of thigh-high stockings catches the light, the delicate lace biting into the soft skin of his upper thighs.
You stand in the doorway, heart swelling. "Oh my god," you coo. "Look at my boys. All comfy and cute. Are you trying to kill me with how precious you look?"
The game is abandoned easily. Han drops his controller, and Felix’s head snaps up, eyes sparkling. You walk over, leaning over the back of the couch to drape your arms around them, pulling them into a hug. "Mmm, you smell like home," you murmur, kissing the crown of Han’s head, then Felix’s temple.
"Noona," Han whines, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. "You were gone for too long. We were bored. And you're always spending so much time with the others lately... it's like you forgot I'm your favorite."
"Jisungie," you tease, "You know I don't have favorites."
You press a soft kiss to Felix’s nose, then one to each of Han’s cheeks, lingering to give one a little bit. "Mommy's here now. Does that make up for it?"
You settle between them, taking your time to rearrange the space until it's perfect. You pull Han’s hips flush against your side so he’s leaning heavily into you, his head resting on your shoulder. You reach into his boxers first, your palm cupping his heat and pulling out his member. Your hand wraps tightly around the length, and you begin to jerk him off with slow tugs feeling his harden under your touch, your thumb repeatedly grazing the sensitive slit to draw out the slick beading. Han lets out a long, shaky sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he focuses on the slide of your hand.
Once he’s settled into the pace, you turn your full attention to Felix, who is watching with wide, expectant eyes. You let him move from the cushions to the space between your knees. You reach out, your thumb tracing the sensitive, weeping tip of his length before you lean down to slowly lick the bead of pre away. Felix’s breath hitches, his purr turning jagged as you finally slip him into your mouth, suck him with a swirl of your tongue. While your mouth occupies the kitten, your free hand wanders, running slowly along the smooth top of his thigh-highs.
"Such good boys," you pull away from Felix drool dripping onto his cock. "So patient for me."
Han watches with glazed eyes, but he notices the way your eyes keep darting to Felix’s legs. You reach down, hooked fingers catching the elastic band of Felix's thigh-high. You pull it an inch away from his skin, stretching the lace before letting it slap back against his thigh with a sharp, stinging crack. Felix lets out a high-pitched, surprised whine, his back arching into you, his purr turning into a broken sound.
"Mommy," Han teases, his voice dropping into a low obscene rasp. "Do they look pretty? You’re getting all wet just thinking about rubbing yourself on him, aren't you?"
You loosen your hand on Han's length, slowing to a halt. Han doesn't complain, instead, he pulls away entirely, his dark eyes fixed on your flushed face as he repositions himself. He crawls through the mess of blankets to settle firmly behind you.
Felix is lying flat on his back, you straddling one of his legs, your core pressing directly against the fabric of the stocking. Han settles behind you, straddling both of Felix's legs so you are sandwiched between them. He wraps his arms around your waist, his large palms sliding up to find your nipples, toying with them with a punishing intensity.
"You like that, don't you? Mommy?" Han whispers, his chest a solid wall of heat against your back. He begins to hump your back, his hips guiding yours to grind harder against Felix's thigh. You let out a frustrated huff, your breath hitching as the friction against your wetness sends sparks through your nerves.
Han’s hand slides down, slipping into the front of your panties. He toys with you roughly, his fingers gathering your own wetness to coat your folds before he reaches further. He begins to work you open for the kitten, his fingers stretching your entrance with a slow, agonizing deliberation.
Once he’s satisfied, he pulls your bottoms down and helps guide Felix's dick into your hole. He doesn't let you stay upright, though, he places his heavy palms on your shoulders and pushes you down until you and Felix are pressed chest-to-chest, your weight fully crushing the kitten into the pillows. Felix’s purr is a frantic, muffled vibration against your skin as he feels you swallow him whole.
Han leans over your back, his gaze fixed on the tight, exposed ring of your back door. He gathers a pool of spit in his mouth and lets it drop, the thick string of saliva landing perfectly to coat your puckered hole. He uses the slickness to begin fingering you open, his thumb tracing the muscle with a slow, agonizing pressure while he whispers filth into your ear.
"You're going to take both of us, Mommy," Han growls. "I'm going to fill you up so much you won't even remember your own name. Just two good boys filling you up."
Felix lets out a needy, high-pitched whine, his hips trying to buck up into you, desperate for more movement.
"Stay still, Lixie!" Han barks, his voice sharp and commanding. "Mommy isn't ready yet. Don't move until I say so."
Felix freezes instantly, his eyes wide and glazed, and lets out a fractured, obedient sound as he waits. Han finally slicks up his own dick with a mix of your wetness and his own pre-cum, positioning himself behind you. He pushes in slowly.
The sensation of them both is massive. You're a mess of moans, pinned between them. Han’s movements shift into a heavy rhythm. He doesn't rush, using the full weight of his body to drive into you, and because you’re pressed so tightly against Felix, every deep thrust from Han forces you to move onto Felix’s cock, creating a slow-burning, inescapable friction that stretches you to your limit.
"That's it, take it all," Han groans, his hands anchoring your hips as he hammers into you.
With every heavy strike from behind, you can feel the internal collision of their members through the thin, stretched wall. Every time Han’s dick drives deep into your asshole, it hits Felix's through the stretched partition. The sensation is lewd and overwhelming, making your vision spark as you're caught in the middle. Even Felix can’t hold back his whines.
Because you’re pressed chest-to-chest with Felix, your clit is constantly rubbing and crushing against his lower stomach and happy trail. Felix’s tip is driving deep into you, hitting against your g-spot with a relentless pressure that has you sobbing into his shoulder.
Felix isn’t much better, he can feel Han rutting into you, and the double stimulation is too much. He reaches his peak first, his body goes rigid beneath you, a harsh, muffled scream echoing into your neck as he cums inside you, the heat of his cum flooding your cunt. His sudden climax is the final trigger for you, feeling his cums slosh around you shatter into a climax of your own, your body clamping down around both of them.
Han doesn't stop, too deep into chasing his own pleasure. Even as you and Felix are shaking and spent, he continues to thrust, overstimulating you both with a steady, punishing pace that keeps you trapped on the edge of a second peak. Felix, far too sensitive for the continued friction, begins to whine and fuss beneath you, his body twitching with every heavy strike. He kicks his legs out weakly, his purr turning into high-pitched, desperate whimpers as he tries to squirm away from the sensory overload. Han ignores the kitten's protests, his eyes fixed on the way your own eyes roll back, his breathing turning into broken hiccups until he finally hits his limit. He spills deep inside your hole, leaving him shuddering against your spine.
The room falls into a heavy silence, save for the ragged breathing and the soft, repetitive jingle of the video game music loop. You let out a long, shaky breath, as you press a lingering, grateful kiss to Felix’s sweaty forehead.
"My good boys," you whisper, your voice thick with affection as you stroke Felix's damp hair and reach back to find Han's hand.
Han nuzzles into the crook of your neck, he stays there for a moment, simply breathing you in, before his dark eyes drift down to the ruined fabric still clinging to Felix’s trembling legs. A mischievous, curious glint returns to his gaze.
"Mommy," Han murmurs, his voice a low, raspy tease. "The kitten looked so pretty in those... but I was thinking. For next time... do you want to wear the thigh-highs for us? Or... should I wear them for you?"
Pairing: Dennis Whittaker x afab!reader
Warnings: explicit content, established relationship, smut in the first paragraph lol, porn w/ plot, very light dom/sub themes, switch!reader, switch!dennis, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cnc (?)
Word Count: 1286
Description: Dennis Whittaker is a munch, argue with the wall.
nsfw ahead !!
It started a couple weeks ago when Dennis came over. It was his day off and he had been working back-to-backs for a month. He needed to decompress, you both knew it. You sat on your couch and watched movies. You cuddled and one thing led to another. It ended with him on top of you, his face in your neck begging for release. For his, and for yours.
"Please, please. Cum on my cock. I want- want it- wanna make you feel good. Can we cum together, please?" He rambled and almost cried into the crook of your neck. You were lost in your own pleasure. So close, you felt it in every nerve.
"Yes! Yes!" You respond breathlessly. You both ground your hips into each other and whined into the other's mouth.
You stayed like that for a minute, holding each other's nakedness. The credits playing on the movie you'd long forgotten. It was quiet, it was nice. Just the buzz of the music on the screen and your breaths, but Dennis broke that silence.
"B-baby?" He chirped.
"Yeah, Den?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Den."
He cleared his throat and got up on his elbows so he was facing you. "So, uhm- I wanna- I don't know how to ask this-" You reached out to move some of his hair out of his face. It just made it harder for the poor thing to speak. "I like- when you- feel good, y'know?" He stammered. "And I- I wanna try something."
You grinned. His face was flushed, more flushed than usual after you two went at it.
"I wanna try to-" He took a deep breath. "to make you squirt?" You bit your lip as if holding back laughter. "I mean- only if you want- I know some people can't or maybe don't- you know your body better than me and-"
"Dennis."
"Yeah?"
"That sounds really hot."
And so your little experiments began. He was such a nerd. He did everything to try to make you comfortable, bought some expensive hydrophobic blanket, and was going way slower than usual. He had already tried a few times to no avail, he spent almost every night looking up videos tutorials, looking at his old anatomy textbooks, (they had to come in handy at some point for how much they cost). Every night with his headphones in so Santos wouldn't catch him attentively watching porn.
One night he came over after work and he was so tired. He was on his feet for hours. All he wanted was to be held by you, preferably your thighs holding his head.
“Hi, baby.” You pouted when he came into the door. His eyes dropped a little more than usual. He smiled weakly. He dropped his stuff and fell into you. You huffed and bent your knees a little to support his weight. “Rough day?” You asked, rubbing his back. He nodded. “All right, let's get you to bed yeah?” You close the door and shuffled to your room with Dennis still hanging on you. You laid him down and went to his side. He curled into you. His face languidly fell into yours and you caught his lips.
“So cold outside…” He mumbled. It had just stopped raining and was almost 40. “And you're s'warm…”
You smiled into the kiss and pulled the blanket up over him. “Let's get you warmed up then yeah?” His nodded, his hands sneaked down to your hips, his thumb quickly finding your waist.
“Woah, woah, easy tiger. How about you get some sleep?” He shook his head.
“Don't wanna sleep, want you…” He fluttered open his eyes and looked at you. It was those eyes he knew you wouldn't say no to. You bit your lip. Fuck, you really couldn't say no.
“Okay, okay…” You reluctantly turn onto your back and he follows suit, rolling on top of you. He kisses you once and lazily trails down your body before pulling down your pants. He kissed your thighs and whispered how good you looked, how much he loved you and your pussy. In the back of his mind he was trying to think back to all that 'research,’ as he put it. His eyes draped shut and he sucked hungrily on your clit. Your head fell back as he teased your hole, just rubbing the outside ever so slightly until he felt you get wetter and wetter.
Once he was satisfied with how you drenched his finger, he slid in. His two digits immediately found that spot and rubbed again and again. Your legs shook from the sensation. That never got old. Your hand came over your mouth with a plop. Dennis heard the noise and looked up.
“Don't- don't do that.” His voice broke but there was an assertiveness to it. “I wanna hear you. Wanna hear all those sounds, baby.” He went right back to work. His actions got sloppier as your moans got louder. He was enthralled.
He kept going like this, eventually adding another finger so you were stretched around him. That paired with his sloppy licks and sucks meant you were already so close.
“Oh, shittt-” You cried. “Den- Den! I'm gonna cum!” And suddenly, there was nothing. You looked down and Dennis had the most apologetic look on his face.
“Not yet, not yet-" He went back at it and got you so close before denying once again. He did this two more times and each time, your brain got fuzzier and your body got hotter. It was a white hot heat and before you knew it, you felt like you were gonna pee. You knew what this feeling meant but you still were afraid of making a mess and the pressure became uncomfortable.
"I- Den- Dennis!" You yelped and when you felt it but pulled back before you could release. A strangled whine came out instead.
"I- I'm sorry- shit-" You panted.
"Shh, It's okay don't worry. It's okay..." He assured you, kissing your sensitive, wet pussy tenderly.
"Felt so close, but I couldn't. I got embarrassed..."
"What?" His voice was weak. "No, no, baby!" He went back to eating you out with even more fervor and this lit your skin on fire. His tongue impossibly hard to not lose his progress. He couldn't believe you could be embarrassed, your body was incredible, sacred to him. He wanted- no- needed you to know that. No matter how much you cried or begged, and you did.
"Den, fuck, stop- please! Fuck! It's too much!" You tried pulling him away but he fought back. That familiar feeling came back, but you were so busy trying to get him off of you that your mind wasn't focused on that until it was too late. Your whole body tightened and you felt the mattress get wet under you. So much for that blanket.
"Oh, that was so good. You did so well. I love you so much." He blabbed on and on kissing the inside of your thighs and your hip bones. Your hand was over your face and his smiled dropped. "Hey, hey. Are you okay?" He crawled up to your face and moved your arm. Your face was sweaty and you were heaving. You looked like you had been in the sun for hours. "That was so, so hot" He kissed your cheek. You just nodded. "Did- did it feel good?" That was all he wanted. As hot as it was to see you lose control like that, he wanted it to be good for you.
"That was the hardest I've ever fucking came." You laughed.
The goofiest smile bloomed on his face when he heard that.
➥ tw: kinda dark!tony stark (?), black!reader, sub!black!reader, reader is drugged with an aphrodisiac, needy!reader, liquor mentioned, praise, degradation, squirting, semi-car sex, fingering, daddy kink.
➦ summary: you & tony went on a cute date that he had planned for you two. as you both were getting ready to leave, you quickly went to the bathroom where tony took the chance to slip something into your drink, you coming back from the bathroom to drink it but he failed to mention that, & he has something more sinister in plan.
inspired by this video.
"you got everything?" tony asked, placing his calloused palm on your lower back before giving you a firm kiss on the cheek. "yes, my love." you purred, facing him & wrapping your arms around his neck as you got on your tippy toes, peppering kisses on his lips which made him chuckle in delight. "great, finish up your drink & let’s go, hogan’s almost here." he said, playfully slapping your backside while checking his watch. you let your hands fall from around his neck as you turned back to the table you both were previously sitting at, picking up the drink & sipping at it until it was finished.
tony stared intensely as he watched you drink it, it tasted a bit off which made your eyebrows furrow but you’d assume it was the aftertaste from the alcohol you both had earlier. “perfect, just in time as he’s pulling up now." he said, extending his hand out to you, eating for you to grab it. you smiled brightly at him as you grabbed his hand, unaware of the unbearable feeling you’re going to experience within a few minutes. he guided you outside & into the limo, making sure you’re secured & comfortable before he told hogan to drive off & put on some music, which would definitely be needed.
approximately 15 minutes had passed since you’ve both left the restaurant, but now you started to feel bothered. air brushing against your skin made goosebumps appear as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your panties clinging onto your pussy lips as they were sticky & soaked. "what the hell.." you mumbled underneath your breath as you started to get really hot— tony noticed your squirming. "everything okay?" he asked, putting on a face of concern knowing deep down, he wanted this to happen. "no.. i'm really horny.." you whined, looking at tony with lust & admiration in your eyes.
tony knew that look all too well, how you’d soon be on your knees pleading for him to touch you, ruin you. he wanted you like this, vulnerable & easily accessible so he could do anything he wanted to do to you. he was snapped out of his sinister thoughts when you grabbed onto his arm, leaning into his body as you buried your face into his neck. "please, daddy.." you whimpered, inhaling his pheromones while your hand crept down your dress, going straight in between your legs, moving your panties to the side as you dipped your fingers into your wet folds, bringing your fingers back to your lip as you sucked it off,“touch me." you said, looking up at him with your beautiful shiny brown eyes.
"oh, you poor, nasty, little thing.." tony teased, removing his glasses & putting it into the jet black cup holder next to his arm. "come here, sweetie." he growled playfully, grabbing you by your thighs & laying you down on the leather seats while putting one on your legs up on his left shoulder & the other on top of the seat’s head. as he was hiking your dress up he was met with your floral lacy red thong that he brought you. "oh, what’s this?" he smirked, using his thumb to rub against the wet fabric that left your pussy imprint. you squirmed at the touch, grabbing onto the straps of your dress & quickly pulling it off as he kissed the ankle of the leg that was on his shoulder.
"alright darling, no more teasing.." he said as he pulled your panties to the side, watching your pussy actively drip due to arousal. the cool air brushing against your clit made it throb softly as you arched your back, gripping at your own breasts as you moaned in delight. "daddy, please, play with my pussy— make me cum, make me cum all over your hot fucking body." you purred erotically, keeping your eyes on his seemingly lifeless ones, ones you couldn’t read but you could feel that he had something in his mind. "such dirty words for a pretty girl like you, ain’t that right babygirl?" he questioned as he rubbed his middle & ring finger around your clit in circles, watching your pussy drip more.
"you must really like this— you’re dripping all over my seat & we haven’t even started yet, love." he chuckled as he dipped his fingers into your pussy, his thick, calloused fingers stretching you open making you hum in delight as you leaned back on the seat, clenching around his fingers as you tried to pull him deeper; keep him in. "oh, baby, look at you sucking me in.." he said but he wasn’t talking to you, he was talking your pussy. he pushed his fingers knuckles deep into your soaking wet cunt, pumping in & out of it, curling his fingers as he abused your g-spot. the sudden speed made your jaw drop, your thumb & index finger twisting your nipples as you nearly screamed in pleasure. your sweet noises filled tony’s ears as he stared at your face; studying it. "oh look how pretty you are, baby.." tony smiled at you, "you love the way daddy plays with this fat fucking cunt of yours, don't you, princess?" he teased, using his thumb of his free hand to rub circles on your throbbing clit.
he watched how your face contorted & twisted in pleasure as he was digging your insides out with his fingers. he was listening intensely to the noises your pussy was making, now using his free hand to smack your clit a little bit which made you even more aroused. by now, you were totally sure tony’s premium leather seats were stained with your sticky residue but that was least of your worries right now. the pleasure felt too good for you to focus on anything, including how impressively loud you were moaning. "oh daddy— i’m gonna cum!!" you whined loudly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as water gushed from between your legs, "oh fuck baby, look at this fat cunt squirt all over my car." tony grumbled as he stared at your pussy throbbing violently around his fingers, your clit twitching as you started squirting all over tony’s seats but not to mention, his fresh suit & face. he chuckled as he licked your liquids off of his face before he pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his face off completely before his eyes landed on you.
you laid there with your jaw slack as you felt light headed from the aggressive orgasm. you felt hands on your hips as you looked up at tony before averting your eyes again, "i don’t know what got into me i-.. i never act like that.." you told him as he helped you fix your dress & move onto the non wet side of the car. "it’s fine, i really enjoyed you acting and talking to me like that, actually." he said as he leaned in, kissing you on your forehead. you smiled at him as you watched him check the time on his watch, “approximately 20 minutes before we reach home.." he said as he looked up at you before glancing at your lips,
"let’s go again."
honestly probably the longest fic i’ve written in a while & it wasn’t even supposed to be that long😭😭. ever since i gotten my hormonal IUD, i’ve been feeling like a cat in heat that took 13 honey packs within 2 minutes💔. but i hope you guys enjoyed it !!
