This is going to hurt, doesn't it? ( I hate myself for creating this new fanfic 😭 Watch out—anyways, please don't attack me haha ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ The theme seems borderline illegal.
This is going to hurt, doesn't it? ( I hate myself for creating this new fanfic 😭 Watch out—anyways, please don't attack me haha ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ The theme seems borderline illegal.
This is going to hurt, doesn't it? ( I hate myself for creating this new fanfic 😭 Watch out—anyways, please don't attack me haha ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ The theme seems borderline illegal.
when I Lose Control ; After two years of dating, Jay returns home early from his hectic idol schedule only to find his girlfriend completely absorbed in Valorant again — ignoring him, and yelling at her teammates at 3 AM. Hurt by her neglect, Y/N apologizes in the best way she knows how: by riding him until her legs give out.
You and Jay have been dating for nearly two years now. As a busy idol, his schedule was always packed, while you remained his non-showbiz girlfriend, quietly supporting him from the side. For the longest time, your relationship had been stable and loving—until you discovered Valorant.
It all started innocently enough. Last year, you bought a PC, telling Jay you needed it to entertain yourself whenever the stress of studying became overwhelming. At first, you used it to watch YouTube videos and stream ENHYPEN’s music—especially Jay’s performances, of course. But everything changed the night you stumbled upon a streamer playing Valorant.
The game instantly hooked you. The intense gameplay, sharp gun designs, and stylish characters completely captivated you. Before you knew it, you were hooked. You spent your own money on VIP and premium purchases, and when that wasn’t enough, you begged Jay to buy you more skins and battle passes. Because he loved you, he could never say no.
Tonight was supposed to be another ordinary gaming night.
The room was pitch black, the only light coming from your monitor. You were wearing your usual gaming outfit, tiny fitted black shorts and an oversized black graphic t-shirt that had slipped off one shoulder, exposing your smooth skin. You had no idea Jay had come home early. You assumed he was staying at the dorm again.
With a can of Red Bull in hand—something you knew you shouldn’t be drinking while sitting for hours—you were fully immersed in the game. Your gaming chair creaked as you swung slightly from side to side, one leg tucked under you while the other swayed freely. Headset on, voice loud and echoing through your shared apartment, you shouted in frustration.
“Ya! Jason, are you deaf?! I told you to turn around—there was an enemy right behind you!”
You groaned as your character got killed again. Another loss. This was your fifth game in a row with this squad.
“Ugh, asshole! I should’ve just gone solo grind,” you muttered angrily, slamming your mouse down.
You were so focused on the game that you didn’t notice the soft creak of the bedroom door opening.
Jay stood there in the doorway, exhausted from his long schedule, his bag still slung over his shoulder. His eyes softened when they landed on you, but there was also a hint of concern.
“Y/N…” he called out gently.
But you didn’t hear him.
Your loud voice and the intense game audio completely drowned him out.
“Last round, idiots! I’m going solo after this — I’m tired of your sloppy skills!” you snapped into the mic, though a small smirk played on your lips. Even though you sounded harsh, your friends knew you well enough to laugh it off. Deep down, you were serious. Another loss streak like this and you really would queue alone. You adjusted your headset, leaned forward in your chair, and gripped your mouse tighter, completely locked in.
Behind you, Jay stood quietly in the doorway, still unnoticed.
He had just come home from a long day of rehearsals and recordings, his body heavy with exhaustion. The sight of you like this — made something warm stir in his chest. But there was also a flicker of concern. This had become more frequent lately.
“Y/N…” he called again, a little louder this time, his voice soft but tired.
Still nothing.
Your laughter and sharp commentary filled the room as the new round started. The sound of gunshots and ability casts blasted through your headset, completely masking his voice.
Jay sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips despite his fatigue. He took a few steps closer into the dark room, the light from your monitor casting soft blue hues across his face. He gently set his bag down by the door and tried once more.
“Baby…”
His voice was closer now, warm and low, but you were still too focused on the game — yelling strategies at your team and clicking furiously — to notice the man you’d missed all day standing right behind you.
Jay watched you for a moment longer, his exhaustion mixing with a growing sense of unease. This wasn’t the first time he’d come home to find you like this — completely absorbed in the game, unaware of everything else. He knew you loved Valorant, and he had supported your new hobby, but lately it felt like it was taking over your nights.
He stepped closer and gently tapped your shoulder.
You jumped slightly at the sudden touch, your eyes flicking away from the screen for a brief second. When you realized it was Jay standing right behind you, a soft smile crossed your lips.
“Baby…” you said quickly, before your gaze snapped back to the monitor. Your fingers never stopped moving. “You came home? I thought you would stay at the dorm tonight. Just lay down and take some rest, okay?”
You continued playing as you spoke, your voice casual, eyes locked on the game. Another round had just started, and you weren’t about to lose focus.
Jay’s jaw tightened a little. He noticed the half-empty Red Bull can sitting on your desk, glowing under the monitor light. He had told you multiple times before not to drink that stuff when you were glued to the chair for hours. All that caffeine while sitting still wasn’t healthy — especially when you barely moved or ate properly during these long sessions.
He let out a quiet sigh, the warmth he felt earlier now mixed with slight tension.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice low but firm, still standing behind your chair. “You promised you’d take it easy tonight. Look at you… it’s almost 3 AM, you’re drinking Red Bull again, and you’re yelling at your teammates like the world is ending.”
He placed a hand on the back of your gaming chair, slowly turning it just enough to make you face him a little more. His eyes, tired but serious, searched your face.
“I miss you, baby. I finally get to come home early and you’re still in the game like I’m not even here.”
There was no anger in his tone — just quiet disappointment and longing. He wasn’t trying to fight, but the sight of you choosing the game over acknowledging him after a long day clearly bothered him.
Jay’s hand lingered on the back of your gaming chair, his quiet words still hanging in the air. He waited for you to at least pause the game or turn around properly, but of course… you didn’t stop.
Your fingers kept flying across the mouse and keyboard, eyes glued to the monitor as another intense round played out
“Baby, I’m playing right now,” you said quickly, voice light but distracted. “Let’s talk later, pretty please?”
You flashed him a brief, almost apologetic smile before immediately snapping back to the screen, calling out another command to your team. The sound of gunfire and your focused breathing filled the room once again.
Jay stood there silently for a few seconds, staring at the back of your head. The slight tension in his shoulders grew heavier. He had just come home early, hoping to spend time with you after weeks of barely seeing each other, but you were brushing him off like this.
He glanced again at the Red Bull can on your desk, then back at you — tiny black shorts, t-shirt slipping off your shoulder, completely immersed in a game that seemed to matter more than him right now.
A soft, tired sigh escaped his lips.
“...Right,” he muttered under his breath, the disappointment clear in his tone. He slowly pulled his hand away from your chair. “Of course. The game is more important.”
He didn’t raise his voice. He never did. But the quiet hurt in his words was unmistakable. Jay took a small step back, running a hand through his hair as exhaustion and frustration settled over him.
“I came home early because I missed my girlfriend,” he continued, voice low. “But it feels like I’m the one interrupting your life lately, the all-night gaming, the way you don’t even notice when I walk in… this isn’t okay, Y/N.”
He stood there a moment longer, waiting — hoping — you’d at least turn around this time. But the sounds of Valorant continued without pause.
Jay stood there, his quiet disappointment filling the dark room as he waited for any sign that you were listening. But you were still deep in the game, completely unaware of the weight in his words.
Suddenly, chaos erupted on your screen. An enemy flanked your position perfectly. Your character got instantly taken down in a burst of gunfire.
“Shit…” you hissed sharply, slamming your mouse against the desk in frustration. Your face twisted in annoyance as you watched the kill cam replay. “Are you kidding me? That was so stupid!”
You didn’t hear a single thing Jay had just said. Not his hurt tone, not how much he missed you, not the quiet ache in his voice. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the lost round and your growing losing streak.
Jay’s expression tightened. He watched you lean even closer to the monitor, already queuing for the next game without so much as glancing back at him.
He let out a slow, tired breath.
“Y/N,” he said again, this time louder, though still gentle. “Did you even hear me?”
But your fingers were already moving again, and the familiar sound of the next round starting blasted through your headset.
You finally died again in a frustrating team fight. With a heavy sigh, you pulled your headset off and stretched your arms high above your head, your oversized t-shirt riding up and exposing more of your waist. The sudden quiet in the room felt strange after hours of constant gunfire and shouting.
“Huh… what was that, baby?” you asked casually, turning your chair halfway around to look at Jay for the first time.
Jay stood just a few feet behind you, his expression a mix of exhaustion and quiet frustration. He had been watching you for several minutes now — the way you completely ignored him, Seeing you finally acknowledge him after brushing him off earlier only made the tension in his chest tighten.
He crossed his arms over his chest, his voice low and tired.
“I said I missed you,” he repeated, eyes locked on yours. “I came home early tonight because I wanted to spend time with you… but you’ve been glued to that screen for hours. Again.”
His gaze flicked to the Red Bull can on your desk before returning to you.
“You promised you wouldn’t drink that anymore when you’re gaming all night. And you didn’t even notice me calling your name. I’ve been standing here trying to talk to you, but it feels like Valorant is the only thing you care about lately.”
Jay’s tone wasn’t angry, but the hurt and disappointment were clear. He ran a hand through his hair, looking worn out from his long day.
“I love that you found something you enjoy, but this… this isn’t healthy anymore, Y/N. I’m right here, and you’re still halfway in the game.”
He waited, watching you closely, hoping this time you would actually listen.
You finally turned your chair more towards him, still holding the headset in your lap. The guilt hit you a little when you saw the tired look on Jay’s face, but you tried to brush it off.
“I-I got carried away…” you said, stuttering slightly. “It’s not that bad, really. I ate before drinking the Red Bull.”
Jay stared at you for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed. He didn’t look convinced. The dim blue light from the monitor highlighted the disappointment in his eyes as he let out a slow breath.
“You ate before drinking it?” he repeated, his voice calm but edged with frustration. “Baby, that was hours ago. You’ve been sitting here since I left this morning. One meal doesn’t cancel out all that caffeine and sitting in the same position for an entire day.”
He stepped closer, gently taking the headset from your hands and placing it on the desk. His touch was soft, but his words carried weight.
“I’m not trying to control you. I just hate seeing you like this. You barely sleep, you barely eat properly when you’re on these losing streaks, and when I finally come home… I feel like I’m competing with a game.”
Jay leaned down slightly so he was closer to your eye level, his voice dropping softer but still serious.
“I miss my girlfriend. The one who used to run into my arms when I came home, not the one who tells me to wait because she’s ‘playing right now.’”
You finally stood up from the gaming chair, The blue glow from the monitor still lit the room as you stepped closer to Jay, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your body pressed softly against his, and you looked up at him with those familiar eyes that always made his heart skip.
“Baby… you’re not competing with anything,” you whispered, voice low and sweet. “My PC can’t make me moan loudly… it can’t even make my legs tremble when I come undone.”
A small, playful smile curved your lips as you said it. Your hands slid down to his shoulders, gently guiding him backward toward the bed.
“Come on… let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel good.”
Jay’s breath hitched, the frustration in his chest slowly melting into heat as you pushed him down onto the mattress. He let you lead, watching with dark, tired eyes as you climbed over him and straddled his chest, your thighs on either side of his body. Your oversized t-shirt had slipped further down one shoulder, and those tiny black shorts rode up high on your thighs.
You leaned down, kissing him once before your hands moved lower. Your fingers worked quickly—unbuckling his belt, popping open the button of his pants, and dragging the zipper down. Jay groaned softly when you tugged his pants and boxers down together, freeing his already hardening cock.
You shifted lower between his legs, wrapping your hand around the base. Leaning in, you dragged your tongue slowly up his length, licking from base to tip with a teasing swirl around the head. Jay’s hand fisted the sheets, a low curse leaving his lips as you took him deeper into your warm mouth.
“Fuck… Y/N…” he breathed, voice rough with exhaustion and growing lust.
You sucked him steadily, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head, tongue swirling and licking every inch. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room. At the same time, your other hand slipped under the hem of your t-shirt, sliding into your tiny shorts. Your fingers found your already slick pussy, rubbing slow circles over your swollen clit. A muffled moan vibrated around his cock as you touched yourself, your hips twitching slightly.
Jay’s eyes darkened as he watched you—your head moving between his legs while your hand worked desperately inside your shorts. The little whimpers and wet noises you made while sucking him only turned him on more.
“Baby… shit, that feels so good,” he groaned, one hand gently threading into your hair, just holding. His hips bucked up slightly as you took him deeper, relaxing your throat around him.
You kept going, sucking him with sloppy, eager strokes while your fingers moved faster on your clit, making your moans louder around his length. Your thighs trembled against the bed, the pleasure building in you even as you focused on him.
Jay’s head fell back against the pillow, his tired body finally surrendering to the feeling of your mouth and the sight of you pleasuring yourself at the same time.
“Slow down… I’m not gonna last,” he warned huskily, though his hand stayed in your hair, gently guiding you as his breathing grew heavier.
The tension from earlier was fading fast, replaced by heat and need. Jay’s free hand reached down, brushing your cheek as you continued to take care of him exactly like you promised.
You looked up at him with hazy, teasing eyes, your tongue slowly dragging along the underside of his cock from base to tip in one long, wet stroke. A playful smirk tugged at your lips as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive head, tasting the precum that had already leaked out.
“My baby wants to slow down? Fine…” you purred, voice low and husky, deliberately dragging out the words.
You gave his throbbing cock one more slow, teasing lick, eyes locked on his the entire time, before you pulled back slightly. Instead of taking him deep again, you started placing soft, lazy kisses along his length, occasionally flicking your tongue against him just enough to make his hips twitch.
Jay let out a frustrated groan, his hand tightening gently in your hair.
“Y/N… you’re such a brat,” he muttered, voice rough, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.
You giggled softly, still rubbing slow circles on your clit under your shorts, your own breathing getting heavier. You licked him again, long and deliberate, before wrapping your lips around just the tip and sucking lightly — keeping it torturously slow like he
asked.
“Since you want it slow…” you whispered against his wet cock, lips brushing the head, “I’ll take my time with you, baby.”
You kept eye contact as you lazily licked and kissed him, occasionally taking him a little deeper but never fully setting the faster pace you had before. Your fingers between your own legs moved faster though, making soft, needy whimpers escape your throat as you teased him.
Jay’s chest rose and fell heavily, his tired eyes now burning with lust as he watched you edge him with that mischievous little smile on your face.
“Fuck… you’re gonna kill me tonight,” he breathed, his fingers threading deeper into your hair, torn between letting you keep control and wanting to thrust into your warm mouth.
You looked up at him with a wicked little smile, deciding you were done teasing. Without warning, you took him back into your mouth — faster, than before. Your head bobbed quickly, sucking him with sloppy enthusiasm while your tongue swirled around his shaft. The wet sounds of your mouth filled the room as you worked him harder.
Jay’s grip in your hair tightened, his hips jerking up as he groaned loudly.
“Fuck— Y/N… just like that, baby…”
His breathing turned ragged, thighs tensing beneath you. After a few more deep strokes, his body stiffened and he came undone with a deep, shaky moan, spilling into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, humming around him as you slowly pulled off with a lewd pop, licking your lips.
You stood up on your knees and peeled your oversized t-shirt off in one smooth motion, revealing your bare chest. Then you hooked your fingers into your tiny black shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs and kicking them aside. Completely naked now, you helped Jay pull his shirt over his head, exposing his toned torso.
“Good… I’m gonna make my baby feel so good tonight,” you whispered softly, voice full of affection and lust.
You climbed over him, straddling his hips. Spreading your thighs wide, you reached down and took his still-hard cock in your hand, rubbing the swollen head slowly up and down your soaked folds. The slick sound of your wetness coating him made you both shiver.
You whimpered softly as you aligned him with your entrance and slowly pushed down, taking him inside inch by inch. A soft, breathy moan escaped your lips as he stretched you open.
“Ahh… fuck…” you gasped, eyes fluttering.
Once he was fully buried inside you, you leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest for balance. You started rolling your hips slowly, riding him with deep, sensual movements. Your walls clenched tightly around him with every stroke.
“I’m swallowing your dick so well… aren’t I, baby?” you moaned, looking straight into his eyes as you moved on top of him.
Jay’s hands gripped your waist tightly, his head falling back against the pillow as he groaned in pleasure. His tired eyes full with lust, watching the way your body moved on him, the way your breasts bounced lightly with each roll of your hips.
“Shit… yes, you are,” he rasped, voice hoarse. One of his hands slid up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple while the other guided your hips, encouraging you to ride him harder. “Keep going, baby… just like that.”
The room filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin and your shared moans as you rode him steadily, determined to take care of him the way you promised.
You leaned forward even more, riding him with steady, deep rolls of your hips. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock with every movement, slick sounds echoing softly in the dark room. You reached down and cupped his face with both hands, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks as you looked straight into his eyes.
“Baby…” you moaned breathlessly, voice trembling with pleasure, “cum please… cum inside me.”
Jay’s eyes darkened with raw lust as he stared up at you. His hands gripped your waist harder, fingers digging into your soft skin while you bounced on him. The feeling of your warm, wet pussy swallowing him so eagerly, combined with your desperate plea, pushed him right to the edge.
“Fuck… Y/N,” he groaned deeply, voice hoarse. His hips started thrusting up to meet yours, driving himself deeper inside you with every stroke. “You want it that bad? Want me to fill you up?”
You nodded quickly, still holding his face, your own moans growing louder and more needy as you rode him faster. Your breasts pressed against his chest, bodies slick with sweat.
Jay’s breathing turned ragged. He buried his face into your neck, kissing and biting softly as his thrusts became more urgent.
“Shit— I’m gonna cum…” he growled against your skin.
With a deep, guttural moan, Jay pulled you down hard onto him and came inside you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep into your pussy. His cock pulsed strongly with every spurt, filling you up just like you begged. His body tensed beneath you, hips jerking as he rode out his orgasm.
You rode him through his climax, your hips grinding down in tight, desperate circles as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep inside you, flooding your pussy with thick, warm cum. The feeling of him filling you up so completely pushed you right over the edge.
“Ah— Jay…!” you cried out, your walls clenching hard around him as your own orgasm crashed over you. Your thighs shook violently, back arching as pleasure ripped through your body. You pressed your chest flush against his, moaning brokenly into his neck while your pussy fluttered and squeezed every last drop from him. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails leaving little crescents on his skin as you trembled through the waves.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the faint, wet sounds of your bodies still joined.
Finally, you lifted yourself slowly, whimpering softly as his softening cock slipped out of your dripping pussy. A thick trail of his cum leaked down your inner thigh, and the sudden emptiness made you whine, your hips twitching involuntarily.
You stayed straddling his waist, your slick, cum-filled pussy hovering just above his cock. One of your hands slid down between your bodies, wrapping around his length and giving it a few slow, lazy strokes, spreading your combined juices over him.
Jay’s chest was still heaving, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and lingering pleasure. But when he heard your words and felt your hand on him again, a low, amused chuckle left his lips.
“You’re really gonna kill me tonight,” he muttered, voice rough and deep. His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin as he looked up at you. “Didn’t you just cum all over me?”
You bit your lip, smirking as you continued stroking him, feeling him twitch back to life under your touch. You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear.
“I did… but I want you again,” you purred, pressing a wet kiss just below his jaw. “I want my boyfriend to fuck me properly. Not just once. Not when you’ve been gone so long…”
You shifted your hips, rubbing your messy, sensitive folds along his cock, teasing the head against your entrance again. A soft, needy sound escaped you as you felt him harden more in your hand.
“So… baby wants more?” voice sweet and filthy at the same time, eyes locked on his. “Or are you too tired to keep up with me tonight?”
Jay’s grip on your thighs tightened. The tiredness in his eyes slowly gave way to that familiar dark hunger as he watched you grind against him.
“Brat,” he growled softly, one hand sliding up to grab the back of your neck, pulling you down into a deep, messy kiss. When he pulled back, his voice was low and commanding. “Ride me again. Harder this time. I want to feel how much you missed me.”
You smirked down at him, eyes gleaming with mischief as you obeyed — sort of.
Instead of sinking down onto his cock right away, you straddled him wider, placing both hands on his chest for balance. You lowered your hips until your soaked, cum-filled pussy pressed flush against his hardened length. Then you started moving — slow, filthy rolls of your hips, sliding your slick folds up and down his shaft without letting him inside.
“Mmm… like this, baby?” you whispered teasingly, biting your lip as you rubbed your wet pussy along his entire length. The head of his cock kept catching against your swollen clit with every glide, making you whimper softly. His cum mixed with your juices, making the slide obscenely wet and smooth.
You kept teasing him like that, grinding your dripping folds against him, occasionally letting just the tip nudge at your entrance before sliding back up again. Never letting him push inside. Your hips moved in lazy, sensual circles, coating his cock thoroughly with your slickness.
Jay’s jaw clenched, his fingers digging harder into your thighs as he watched you.
“Y/N…” he warned, voice low and strained. His cock twitched hard beneath you, clearly aching to be buried inside again.
You smiled innocently, still rubbing yourself along his length, pressing your clit down against the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you purred, voice breathy as you rolled your hips again, letting your folds part around his shaft. “You told me to ride you… I’m riding you.”
You leaned forward slightly, letting your breasts brush against his chest as you continued the torturous grinding. Another soft, needy whimper left your lips when his tip nudged your entrance again, but you quickly lifted your hips, denying him once more.
You wanted him to snap. You wanted him to lose that last bit of patience and take control.
Jay’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes darkening with lust and frustration. His hands slid up from your thighs to grip your waist tightly, almost bruising.
“You little tease…” he growled, voice rough.
You giggled softly, still sliding your slick pussy along his cock, pressing down harder this time, letting him feel how warm and wet you were.
“Come on, baby… don’t you want to fuck me?” you whispered sweetly, deliberately slow and filthy. “I can feel how hard you are… just take what you want.”
That was the final push.
With a low, frustrated groan, Jay suddenly flipped you over in one swift motion, pinning you down onto the mattress beneath him. You gasped sharply as your back hit the sheets, eyes wide with excitement.
“Brat,” he muttered darkly, grabbing your thighs and spreading them wide apart. He positioned himself between your legs, rubbing his throbbing cock against your entrance once before thrusting deep inside you in one hard stroke.
“Ahh—!” you moaned loudly, back arching as he filled you completely, stretching your cum-slick walls.
Jay didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you with deep, powerful thrusts, his hips snapping against yours. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as he took control, just like you’d hoped.
“Fuck… this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he growled, leaning down to bite your neck. “Teasing me until I fuck you like this…”
You could only moan and nod, wrapping your legs around his waist as he drove into you harder, finally giving you exactly what you’d been craving.
Jay’s hips slammed into you with a particularly deep thrust, making your back arch sharply off the bed. You gasped, nails digging into his back as pleasure shot through you.
Looking up at him with hazy, desperate eyes, you moaned breathlessly.
“Jay… fuck me so well until I can’t walk…”
The words hit him like fuel on fire. His eyes darkened instantly, a low, almost dangerous groan rumbling from his chest.
“Fuck… you asked for it, baby,” he growled, voice rough and thick with lust.
He grabbed your legs and pushed them up, folding you nearly in half as he braced himself on his forearms. Without another word, he started pounding into you — hard, deep, and relentless. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly in the dark room, mixed with the wet, obscene squelch of his cock driving into your cum-filled pussy.
Each thrust was powerful, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again. Your breasts bounced with every brutal snap of his hips, and your moans turned into broken, high-pitched cries.
“Ahh—! Jay— fuck—!” you screamed, eyes rolling back as he fucked you exactly like you begged him to.
Jay leaned down, biting and sucking on your neck, leaving marks as he railed you without mercy.
“You want to be unable to walk tomorrow?” he panted against your skin, voice husky. “Then take every fucking inch, baby.”
He changed the angle slightly, driving even deeper. The headboard started banging against the wall with the force of his thrusts. One of his hands slid between your bodies, his thumb pressing firm circles on your swollen clit while he continued destroying your pussy.
Your legs shook uncontrollably around him. The pleasure was overwhelming — almost too much. Tears of ecstasy pricked at the corners of your eyes as another orgasm built rapidly inside you.
“Gonna fuck you so good you’ll feel me for days,” Jay groaned, sweat dripping down his toned chest. His pace never slowed, hips snapping relentlessly. “Cum for me again, Y/N. Let me feel this tight little pussy squeeze my cock.”
Your walls clenched hard around him at his filthy words. The combination of his deep, punishing thrusts and his thumb on your clit sent you crashing over the edge.
“Jay—! I’m— I’m cumming—!” you cried out, body convulsing violently beneath him as your orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy gushed around his cock, soaking his thighs and the sheets as you trembled and screamed his name.
But Jay didn’t stop.
He kept fucking you through your climax, chasing his own release while you fell apart underneath him. His thrusts grew sloppier, harder, more desperate.
“Shit— baby… I’m close,” he growled, burying his face in your neck.
With a few final, brutal thrusts, Jay buried himself as deep as possible and came hard inside you again, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum flooded your already full pussy. He stayed buried deep, grinding slowly as he emptied himself, marking you completely.
Both of you were panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat and trembling. Jay slowly lowered your legs, but kept himself inside you as he collapsed on top of you, pressing soft kisses to your flushed cheeks and lips.
“I want more please…”
Even after two intense orgasms, your body was still burning for him. You gently pushed at his chest, and Jay let out a low, tired chuckle, clearly amused by your greediness.
“Fuck… you’re insatiable tonight,” he muttered, but his cock twitched inside you at the thought.
He pulled out slowly, groaning at the sight of his cum leaking from your swollen pussy. You turned around on the bed, getting on all fours first before swinging one leg over and positioning yourself in reverse cowgirl.
You reached back, grabbing his slick cock and lining it up with your dripping entrance. Then, with a needy moan, you sank down on him in one smooth motion, taking every inch until your ass was pressed flush against his pelvis.
“Ahh… so deep like this…” you gasped, adjusting for a second.
Without wasting time, you started riding him — hard. You planted your hands on his thighs for leverage and began bouncing on his cock like you were desperate for it. The sound of your ass slapping against his hips filled the room with wet sounds.
You jumped and bounced on him with shameless enthusiasm, your tight pussy swallowing his cock over and over again. Every time you slammed down, his length hit that perfect spot deep inside you, making you cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck— Jay…!” you moaned loudly, throwing your head back. Your ass rippled with every hard bounce as you rode him relentlessly. The angle made him feel even bigger, stretching you so deliciously.
Jay’s hands gripped your ass cheeks tightly, spreading them as he watched his cock disappear into your soaked pussy again and again.
“Shit, baby… look at you,” he groaned, voice rough with lust. “Jumping on my cock like a needy little slut. You really can’t get enough, huh?”
His words only made you bounce harder. You leaned forward slightly, changing the angle so his cock rubbed perfectly against your g-spot with every jump. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as you fucked yourself on him.
You reached one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously while continuing to bounce aggressively on his thick cock. The wet, filthy sounds of your pussy creaming around him echoed louder.
“Want more… want you so deep—” you panted, voice breaking as you slammed down particularly hard, making both of you groan.
Jay’s grip on your ass tightened almost painfully. He started thrusting up to meet your bounces, driving himself even deeper. The force made your legs shake violently.
“Keep riding me just like that,” he growled, one hand slapping your ass sharply. “Fuck… you’re gonna make me cum again if you keep bouncing like this.”
You kept bouncing on him like you were possessed — ass slamming down hard, pussy swallowing every inch of his cock with wet, filthy sounds. Your thighs burned, sweat slicked your skin, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to stop.
Your movements became erratic, desperate, and sloppy as another orgasm rapidly built inside you. Your walls fluttered and clenched tightly around his thick cock with every bounce.
“Fuck— Jay— I’m so close—!” you cried out, voice shaking.
You slammed down particularly hard, grinding your ass against him in tight circles while rubbing your clit frantically. The pressure finally snapped.
You came undone again with a broken scream.
“Fuck.. babe—!” you moaned loudly, body convulsing violently on top of him.
Your pussy gushed and spasmed hard around his cock, squeezing him. waves of intense pleasure ripped through you. Your legs shook uncontrollably, ass trembling as you kept bouncing through your orgasm, riding him through the high even as your body tried to collapse.
Thick slick dripped down his cock and onto his thighs from how hard you came.
Jay groaned deeply beneath you, his hands gripping your waist so tightly it would probably leave marks.
“Shit— baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” he growled, voice hoarse and strained.
He thrust up into you sharply a few more times, fucking you through your climax until your bouncing slowed into weak, twitching movements. Your body was trembling, breathless, and overstimulated, but you still kept him buried deep inside your pulsing heat.
Jay sat up slightly behind you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist while his other hand reached around to rub your swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm until you were whimpering and gasping.
He kissed the back of your shoulder, breathing heavily against your skin.
“Still not satisfied?” he murmurs, teasing, even as his cock throbbed inside your sensitive pussy. “You came so hard you’re shaking… but you’re still grinding on me like you want another round.”
He gave one slow, deep thrust up into you, making you whimper pathetically.
“Tell me, baby… how much more can you take tonight?”
You were still trembling on top of him, your pussy fluttering and clenching around his cock from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your legs felt like jelly, but the need inside you refused to die down.
Breathless and desperate, you whimpered loudly.
“I want more… more Jay… baby please…”
Even as your body shook, you kept moving.
You started grinding on him again — deep, then picking up the pace. Your ass rose and fell, bouncing on his cock with messy, needy strokes. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as you fucked yourself on him, his cum from earlier leaking out with every movement and making everything even slicker.
“More… I need you deeper—” you moaned brokenly, planting your hands on his thighs again for leverage as you tried to ride him harder. Your movements were sloppy and tired, but so eager. Every time you slammed down, a soft, desperate cry left your lips.
Jay groaned deeply, his hands gripping your hips tighter.
“Fuck, Y/N… you’re so greedy tonight,” he rasped. He could feel how sensitive and swollen your pussy was, yet you were still desperately bouncing on him like you couldn’t stop.
He suddenly sat up fully behind you, his chest pressing against your back. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place while his other hand slid down to rub your overstimulated clit.
“Since you want more so badly…” he growled against your ear, biting your shoulder.
He started thrusting up into you hard — powerful, upward strokes that made your whole body jolt. The new position let him drive even deeper, his cock hitting spots that had you seeing stars.
“Ahh—! Jay—!” you cried out, your head falling back against his shoulder as he fucked you from below. Your bouncing turned into helpless twitching as he took control, pounding into your dripping pussy relentlessly.
“You’re shaking so much, baby,” he groaned, voice filthy in your ear. “But you still want more? Then take it. Take every fucking inch until you can’t move.”
His fingers circled your clit faster while his hips snapped up, driving his cock into you with wet, brutal thrusts. The pleasure bordered on overwhelming, but you kept moving with him — grinding back against every thrust like the needy girl you were.
Your moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure as another orgasm started building dangerously fast. you spread your legs even wider, planting your feet on the bed for better leverage. The new angle made his cock sink impossibly deeper inside you.
You looked down between your bodies, watching with hazy eyes as his thick, cum-slick cock stretched your swollen pussy with every thrust. The filthy sight of him disappearing into you, combined with the wet sounds and the way your juices mixed with his cum dripping down his balls, made you moan loudly.
“I love you, baby…” you whimpered breathlessly, voice breaking with every hard thrust he gave you. “Jay… I love you… I’m sorry…”
The words spilled out between moans, raw and emotional. Your apology was genuine, laced with guilt for ignoring him earlier, but it quickly melted into desperate pleasure as he continued fucking you from behind.
Jay’s grip on your waist tightened. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your skin as he thrust up into you harder, deeper.
“Fuck… say it again,” he growled, clearly affected by your words. One of his hands slid up to gently hold your throat, not squeezing, just holding you possessively as he pounded into you. “Tell me you love me while I’m buried so deep inside you.”
You moaned louder, head falling back against his shoulder as you spread your legs as wide as you could, letting him fuck you even deeper.
“I love you, Jay— ahh!— I love you so much… I’m sorry for ignoring you… I’m so sorry, baby—”
Your voice cracked into a high-pitched cry as he angled his hips and hit that sensitive spot inside you perfectly. Tears of overwhelming pleasure slipped down your cheeks. Your pussy clenched hard around him, fluttering wildly as yet another orgasm threatened to crash over you.
Jay groaned deeply, his thrusts becoming more intense, almost punishing, but filled with love.
“I love you too,” he rasped against your ear, biting your lobe. “Even when you’re being a greedy little brat… I still love you.”
He reached down with his free hand and rubbed your clit in fast, tight circles, pushing you closer and closer to the edge while he kept fucking you senseless in that deep, spread-open position.
Your body was shaking violently now, legs splayed wide, pussy dripping and creaming all over his cock as you sobbed and moaned his name mixed with apologies and love confessions.
You kept spreading your legs as wide as you could, but your body was reaching its limit. The overwhelming pleasure made you squirm violently against him. With a broken whimper, you leaned back fully into Jay’s chest, your back pressing flush against his toned torso as you desperately sought his warmth.
Your head fell back onto his shoulder, eyes half-lidded and teary. The urge to close your legs was becoming unbearable — your thighs trembled and twitched, trying to clamp shut from the intense overstimulation, but Jay’s strong hands kept them spread wide open for him.
“Jay— ahh! I can’t… I can’t hold my legs open anymore—” you moaned pathetically, voice shaking as another powerful thrust made your whole body jolt.
You squirmed harder in his lap, hips twitching uncontrollably while his cock continued stretching and filling you so deeply. Your hands gripped his forearms tightly, nails digging into his skin as you fought the instinct to snap your thighs closed.
Jay groaned deeply, his breath hot against your neck. He wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you tighter against his chest while his other hand kept one of your thighs forcibly spread.
“Shhh, I know baby,” he rasped, voice dark and soothing at the same time. “You’re so sensitive now… but you’re going to keep these legs open for me.”
He thrust up into you harder, making you cry out as he buried himself to the hilt with every stroke. Your pussy was soaking, creaming messily around his cock.
You squirmed and whimpered, pressing back against his chest like you wanted to melt into him. Your legs kept trying to close, trembling violently, but Jay refused to let you — holding you open as he fucked you deep and slow now, grinding up into that perfect spot inside you.
“I love you… I love you so much—” you kept moaning breathlessly, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation.
Jay kissed the side of your neck, then gently bit down as he thrust up again, his voice low and possessive against your ear.
“Then take it, baby. Even if your legs are shaking… even if you can’t keep them open… I’m not stopping until you cum again for me.”
Your body finally gave out.
You squirmed violently in Jay’s arms, legs shaking uncontrollably as the last wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your pussy clenched hard around his cock, pulsing and gushing as you came undone with a broken, breathless cry.
“Baby…!” you sobbed, tears slipping down your cheeks while your whole body trembled against his chest.
The intensity of your orgasm pushed Jay over the edge right after you. He groaned deeply into your neck, holding you tightly as he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, spilling thick ropes of cum inside your already overflowing pussy. His cock throbbed with every pulse, filling you until you felt impossibly full.
Both of you stayed locked together, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.
Jay gently pulled out and carefully laid you down on the bed. You whimpered softly at the emptiness, legs still twitching. He disappeared for a moment and came back with a warm towel, gently cleaning between your thighs with soft, loving strokes.
“Come here, baby,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms.
He wrapped you up against his chest, kissing your forehead, your damp cheeks, and your swollen lips. His hands rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back as you clung to him, still trembling.
“I’m sorry…” you mumbled tiredly against his skin, voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean to ignore you like that.”
Jay hugged you tighter, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.
“I know, love. We’ll talk about it properly tomorrow, okay? Just rest now. I’ve got you.”
He pulled the blanket over both of you, holding you close until your breathing evened out. You fell asleep wrapped safely in his arms, his fingers gently playing with your hair.
The next morning, Sunlight filtered softly into the room. You woke up sore but warm, tucked against Jay’s chest. He was already awake, watching you with soft eyes.
You looked up at him and smiled shyly, cheeks warming.
“Baby…” you whispered, tracing a finger over his collarbone. “I want to tag along with you today. Wherever you’re going — rehearsals, recordings, whatever. I just want to be with you.”
Jay’s eyes softened, a gentle smile spreading across his lips. He cupped your face and kissed you slowly, tenderly.
“You sure? It might be boring,” he teased lightly.
You shook your head, burying your face in his neck.
“I don’t care. I missed you too. I don’t want to keep choosing games over you anymore. You’re more important.”
Jay’s arms tightened around you, warmth blooming in his chest.
“Then stay by my side today,” he murmured against your hair. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
He kissed you again, full of love and forgiveness and just like that, everything felt right again.
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when I Lose Control ; After two years of dating, Jay returns home early from his hectic idol schedule only to find his girlfriend completely absorbed in Valorant again — ignoring him, and yelling at her teammates at 3 AM. Hurt by her neglect, Y/N apologizes in the best way she knows how: by riding him until her legs give out.
You and Jay have been dating for nearly two years now. As a busy idol, his schedule was always packed, while you remained his non-showbiz girlfriend, quietly supporting him from the side. For the longest time, your relationship had been stable and loving—until you discovered Valorant.
It all started innocently enough. Last year, you bought a PC, telling Jay you needed it to entertain yourself whenever the stress of studying became overwhelming. At first, you used it to watch YouTube videos and stream ENHYPEN’s music—especially Jay’s performances, of course. But everything changed the night you stumbled upon a streamer playing Valorant.
The game instantly hooked you. The intense gameplay, sharp gun designs, and stylish characters completely captivated you. Before you knew it, you were hooked. You spent your own money on VIP and premium purchases, and when that wasn’t enough, you begged Jay to buy you more skins and battle passes. Because he loved you, he could never say no.
Tonight was supposed to be another ordinary gaming night.
The room was pitch black, the only light coming from your monitor. You were wearing your usual gaming outfit, tiny fitted black shorts and an oversized black graphic t-shirt that had slipped off one shoulder, exposing your smooth skin. You had no idea Jay had come home early. You assumed he was staying at the dorm again.
With a can of Red Bull in hand—something you knew you shouldn’t be drinking while sitting for hours—you were fully immersed in the game. Your gaming chair creaked as you swung slightly from side to side, one leg tucked under you while the other swayed freely. Headset on, voice loud and echoing through your shared apartment, you shouted in frustration.
“Ya! Jason, are you deaf?! I told you to turn around—there was an enemy right behind you!”
You groaned as your character got killed again. Another loss. This was your fifth game in a row with this squad.
“Ugh, asshole! I should’ve just gone solo grind,” you muttered angrily, slamming your mouse down.
You were so focused on the game that you didn’t notice the soft creak of the bedroom door opening.
Jay stood there in the doorway, exhausted from his long schedule, his bag still slung over his shoulder. His eyes softened when they landed on you, but there was also a hint of concern.
“Y/N…” he called out gently.
But you didn’t hear him.
Your loud voice and the intense game audio completely drowned him out.
“Last round, idiots! I’m going solo after this — I’m tired of your sloppy skills!” you snapped into the mic, though a small smirk played on your lips. Even though you sounded harsh, your friends knew you well enough to laugh it off. Deep down, you were serious. Another loss streak like this and you really would queue alone. You adjusted your headset, leaned forward in your chair, and gripped your mouse tighter, completely locked in.
Behind you, Jay stood quietly in the doorway, still unnoticed.
He had just come home from a long day of rehearsals and recordings, his body heavy with exhaustion. The sight of you like this — made something warm stir in his chest. But there was also a flicker of concern. This had become more frequent lately.
“Y/N…” he called again, a little louder this time, his voice soft but tired.
Still nothing.
Your laughter and sharp commentary filled the room as the new round started. The sound of gunshots and ability casts blasted through your headset, completely masking his voice.
Jay sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips despite his fatigue. He took a few steps closer into the dark room, the light from your monitor casting soft blue hues across his face. He gently set his bag down by the door and tried once more.
“Baby…”
His voice was closer now, warm and low, but you were still too focused on the game — yelling strategies at your team and clicking furiously — to notice the man you’d missed all day standing right behind you.
Jay watched you for a moment longer, his exhaustion mixing with a growing sense of unease. This wasn’t the first time he’d come home to find you like this — completely absorbed in the game, unaware of everything else. He knew you loved Valorant, and he had supported your new hobby, but lately it felt like it was taking over your nights.
He stepped closer and gently tapped your shoulder.
You jumped slightly at the sudden touch, your eyes flicking away from the screen for a brief second. When you realized it was Jay standing right behind you, a soft smile crossed your lips.
“Baby…” you said quickly, before your gaze snapped back to the monitor. Your fingers never stopped moving. “You came home? I thought you would stay at the dorm tonight. Just lay down and take some rest, okay?”
You continued playing as you spoke, your voice casual, eyes locked on the game. Another round had just started, and you weren’t about to lose focus.
Jay’s jaw tightened a little. He noticed the half-empty Red Bull can sitting on your desk, glowing under the monitor light. He had told you multiple times before not to drink that stuff when you were glued to the chair for hours. All that caffeine while sitting still wasn’t healthy — especially when you barely moved or ate properly during these long sessions.
He let out a quiet sigh, the warmth he felt earlier now mixed with slight tension.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice low but firm, still standing behind your chair. “You promised you’d take it easy tonight. Look at you… it’s almost 3 AM, you’re drinking Red Bull again, and you’re yelling at your teammates like the world is ending.”
He placed a hand on the back of your gaming chair, slowly turning it just enough to make you face him a little more. His eyes, tired but serious, searched your face.
“I miss you, baby. I finally get to come home early and you’re still in the game like I’m not even here.”
There was no anger in his tone — just quiet disappointment and longing. He wasn’t trying to fight, but the sight of you choosing the game over acknowledging him after a long day clearly bothered him.
Jay’s hand lingered on the back of your gaming chair, his quiet words still hanging in the air. He waited for you to at least pause the game or turn around properly, but of course… you didn’t stop.
Your fingers kept flying across the mouse and keyboard, eyes glued to the monitor as another intense round played out
“Baby, I’m playing right now,” you said quickly, voice light but distracted. “Let’s talk later, pretty please?”
You flashed him a brief, almost apologetic smile before immediately snapping back to the screen, calling out another command to your team. The sound of gunfire and your focused breathing filled the room once again.
Jay stood there silently for a few seconds, staring at the back of your head. The slight tension in his shoulders grew heavier. He had just come home early, hoping to spend time with you after weeks of barely seeing each other, but you were brushing him off like this.
He glanced again at the Red Bull can on your desk, then back at you — tiny black shorts, t-shirt slipping off your shoulder, completely immersed in a game that seemed to matter more than him right now.
A soft, tired sigh escaped his lips.
“...Right,” he muttered under his breath, the disappointment clear in his tone. He slowly pulled his hand away from your chair. “Of course. The game is more important.”
He didn’t raise his voice. He never did. But the quiet hurt in his words was unmistakable. Jay took a small step back, running a hand through his hair as exhaustion and frustration settled over him.
“I came home early because I missed my girlfriend,” he continued, voice low. “But it feels like I’m the one interrupting your life lately, the all-night gaming, the way you don’t even notice when I walk in… this isn’t okay, Y/N.”
He stood there a moment longer, waiting — hoping — you’d at least turn around this time. But the sounds of Valorant continued without pause.
Jay stood there, his quiet disappointment filling the dark room as he waited for any sign that you were listening. But you were still deep in the game, completely unaware of the weight in his words.
Suddenly, chaos erupted on your screen. An enemy flanked your position perfectly. Your character got instantly taken down in a burst of gunfire.
“Shit…” you hissed sharply, slamming your mouse against the desk in frustration. Your face twisted in annoyance as you watched the kill cam replay. “Are you kidding me? That was so stupid!”
You didn’t hear a single thing Jay had just said. Not his hurt tone, not how much he missed you, not the quiet ache in his voice. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the lost round and your growing losing streak.
Jay’s expression tightened. He watched you lean even closer to the monitor, already queuing for the next game without so much as glancing back at him.
He let out a slow, tired breath.
“Y/N,” he said again, this time louder, though still gentle. “Did you even hear me?”
But your fingers were already moving again, and the familiar sound of the next round starting blasted through your headset.
You finally died again in a frustrating team fight. With a heavy sigh, you pulled your headset off and stretched your arms high above your head, your oversized t-shirt riding up and exposing more of your waist. The sudden quiet in the room felt strange after hours of constant gunfire and shouting.
“Huh… what was that, baby?” you asked casually, turning your chair halfway around to look at Jay for the first time.
Jay stood just a few feet behind you, his expression a mix of exhaustion and quiet frustration. He had been watching you for several minutes now — the way you completely ignored him, Seeing you finally acknowledge him after brushing him off earlier only made the tension in his chest tighten.
He crossed his arms over his chest, his voice low and tired.
“I said I missed you,” he repeated, eyes locked on yours. “I came home early tonight because I wanted to spend time with you… but you’ve been glued to that screen for hours. Again.”
His gaze flicked to the Red Bull can on your desk before returning to you.
“You promised you wouldn’t drink that anymore when you’re gaming all night. And you didn’t even notice me calling your name. I’ve been standing here trying to talk to you, but it feels like Valorant is the only thing you care about lately.”
Jay’s tone wasn’t angry, but the hurt and disappointment were clear. He ran a hand through his hair, looking worn out from his long day.
“I love that you found something you enjoy, but this… this isn’t healthy anymore, Y/N. I’m right here, and you’re still halfway in the game.”
He waited, watching you closely, hoping this time you would actually listen.
You finally turned your chair more towards him, still holding the headset in your lap. The guilt hit you a little when you saw the tired look on Jay’s face, but you tried to brush it off.
“I-I got carried away…” you said, stuttering slightly. “It’s not that bad, really. I ate before drinking the Red Bull.”
Jay stared at you for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed. He didn’t look convinced. The dim blue light from the monitor highlighted the disappointment in his eyes as he let out a slow breath.
“You ate before drinking it?” he repeated, his voice calm but edged with frustration. “Baby, that was hours ago. You’ve been sitting here since I left this morning. One meal doesn’t cancel out all that caffeine and sitting in the same position for an entire day.”
He stepped closer, gently taking the headset from your hands and placing it on the desk. His touch was soft, but his words carried weight.
“I’m not trying to control you. I just hate seeing you like this. You barely sleep, you barely eat properly when you’re on these losing streaks, and when I finally come home… I feel like I’m competing with a game.”
Jay leaned down slightly so he was closer to your eye level, his voice dropping softer but still serious.
“I miss my girlfriend. The one who used to run into my arms when I came home, not the one who tells me to wait because she’s ‘playing right now.’”
You finally stood up from the gaming chair, The blue glow from the monitor still lit the room as you stepped closer to Jay, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your body pressed softly against his, and you looked up at him with those familiar eyes that always made his heart skip.
“Baby… you’re not competing with anything,” you whispered, voice low and sweet. “My PC can’t make me moan loudly… it can’t even make my legs tremble when I come undone.”
A small, playful smile curved your lips as you said it. Your hands slid down to his shoulders, gently guiding him backward toward the bed.
“Come on… let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel good.”
Jay’s breath hitched, the frustration in his chest slowly melting into heat as you pushed him down onto the mattress. He let you lead, watching with dark, tired eyes as you climbed over him and straddled his chest, your thighs on either side of his body. Your oversized t-shirt had slipped further down one shoulder, and those tiny black shorts rode up high on your thighs.
You leaned down, kissing him once before your hands moved lower. Your fingers worked quickly—unbuckling his belt, popping open the button of his pants, and dragging the zipper down. Jay groaned softly when you tugged his pants and boxers down together, freeing his already hardening cock.
You shifted lower between his legs, wrapping your hand around the base. Leaning in, you dragged your tongue slowly up his length, licking from base to tip with a teasing swirl around the head. Jay’s hand fisted the sheets, a low curse leaving his lips as you took him deeper into your warm mouth.
“Fuck… Y/N…” he breathed, voice rough with exhaustion and growing lust.
You sucked him steadily, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head, tongue swirling and licking every inch. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room. At the same time, your other hand slipped under the hem of your t-shirt, sliding into your tiny shorts. Your fingers found your already slick pussy, rubbing slow circles over your swollen clit. A muffled moan vibrated around his cock as you touched yourself, your hips twitching slightly.
Jay’s eyes darkened as he watched you—your head moving between his legs while your hand worked desperately inside your shorts. The little whimpers and wet noises you made while sucking him only turned him on more.
“Baby… shit, that feels so good,” he groaned, one hand gently threading into your hair, just holding. His hips bucked up slightly as you took him deeper, relaxing your throat around him.
You kept going, sucking him with sloppy, eager strokes while your fingers moved faster on your clit, making your moans louder around his length. Your thighs trembled against the bed, the pleasure building in you even as you focused on him.
Jay’s head fell back against the pillow, his tired body finally surrendering to the feeling of your mouth and the sight of you pleasuring yourself at the same time.
“Slow down… I’m not gonna last,” he warned huskily, though his hand stayed in your hair, gently guiding you as his breathing grew heavier.
The tension from earlier was fading fast, replaced by heat and need. Jay’s free hand reached down, brushing your cheek as you continued to take care of him exactly like you promised.
You looked up at him with hazy, teasing eyes, your tongue slowly dragging along the underside of his cock from base to tip in one long, wet stroke. A playful smirk tugged at your lips as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive head, tasting the precum that had already leaked out.
“My baby wants to slow down? Fine…” you purred, voice low and husky, deliberately dragging out the words.
You gave his throbbing cock one more slow, teasing lick, eyes locked on his the entire time, before you pulled back slightly. Instead of taking him deep again, you started placing soft, lazy kisses along his length, occasionally flicking your tongue against him just enough to make his hips twitch.
Jay let out a frustrated groan, his hand tightening gently in your hair.
“Y/N… you’re such a brat,” he muttered, voice rough, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.
You giggled softly, still rubbing slow circles on your clit under your shorts, your own breathing getting heavier. You licked him again, long and deliberate, before wrapping your lips around just the tip and sucking lightly — keeping it torturously slow like he
asked.
“Since you want it slow…” you whispered against his wet cock, lips brushing the head, “I’ll take my time with you, baby.”
You kept eye contact as you lazily licked and kissed him, occasionally taking him a little deeper but never fully setting the faster pace you had before. Your fingers between your own legs moved faster though, making soft, needy whimpers escape your throat as you teased him.
Jay’s chest rose and fell heavily, his tired eyes now burning with lust as he watched you edge him with that mischievous little smile on your face.
“Fuck… you’re gonna kill me tonight,” he breathed, his fingers threading deeper into your hair, torn between letting you keep control and wanting to thrust into your warm mouth.
You looked up at him with a wicked little smile, deciding you were done teasing. Without warning, you took him back into your mouth — faster, than before. Your head bobbed quickly, sucking him with sloppy enthusiasm while your tongue swirled around his shaft. The wet sounds of your mouth filled the room as you worked him harder.
Jay’s grip in your hair tightened, his hips jerking up as he groaned loudly.
“Fuck— Y/N… just like that, baby…”
His breathing turned ragged, thighs tensing beneath you. After a few more deep strokes, his body stiffened and he came undone with a deep, shaky moan, spilling into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, humming around him as you slowly pulled off with a lewd pop, licking your lips.
You stood up on your knees and peeled your oversized t-shirt off in one smooth motion, revealing your bare chest. Then you hooked your fingers into your tiny black shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs and kicking them aside. Completely naked now, you helped Jay pull his shirt over his head, exposing his toned torso.
“Good… I’m gonna make my baby feel so good tonight,” you whispered softly, voice full of affection and lust.
You climbed over him, straddling his hips. Spreading your thighs wide, you reached down and took his still-hard cock in your hand, rubbing the swollen head slowly up and down your soaked folds. The slick sound of your wetness coating him made you both shiver.
You whimpered softly as you aligned him with your entrance and slowly pushed down, taking him inside inch by inch. A soft, breathy moan escaped your lips as he stretched you open.
“Ahh… fuck…” you gasped, eyes fluttering.
Once he was fully buried inside you, you leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest for balance. You started rolling your hips slowly, riding him with deep, sensual movements. Your walls clenched tightly around him with every stroke.
“I’m swallowing your dick so well… aren’t I, baby?” you moaned, looking straight into his eyes as you moved on top of him.
Jay’s hands gripped your waist tightly, his head falling back against the pillow as he groaned in pleasure. His tired eyes full with lust, watching the way your body moved on him, the way your breasts bounced lightly with each roll of your hips.
“Shit… yes, you are,” he rasped, voice hoarse. One of his hands slid up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple while the other guided your hips, encouraging you to ride him harder. “Keep going, baby… just like that.”
The room filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin and your shared moans as you rode him steadily, determined to take care of him the way you promised.
You leaned forward even more, riding him with steady, deep rolls of your hips. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock with every movement, slick sounds echoing softly in the dark room. You reached down and cupped his face with both hands, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks as you looked straight into his eyes.
“Baby…” you moaned breathlessly, voice trembling with pleasure, “cum please… cum inside me.”
Jay’s eyes darkened with raw lust as he stared up at you. His hands gripped your waist harder, fingers digging into your soft skin while you bounced on him. The feeling of your warm, wet pussy swallowing him so eagerly, combined with your desperate plea, pushed him right to the edge.
“Fuck… Y/N,” he groaned deeply, voice hoarse. His hips started thrusting up to meet yours, driving himself deeper inside you with every stroke. “You want it that bad? Want me to fill you up?”
You nodded quickly, still holding his face, your own moans growing louder and more needy as you rode him faster. Your breasts pressed against his chest, bodies slick with sweat.
Jay’s breathing turned ragged. He buried his face into your neck, kissing and biting softly as his thrusts became more urgent.
“Shit— I’m gonna cum…” he growled against your skin.
With a deep, guttural moan, Jay pulled you down hard onto him and came inside you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep into your pussy. His cock pulsed strongly with every spurt, filling you up just like you begged. His body tensed beneath you, hips jerking as he rode out his orgasm.
You rode him through his climax, your hips grinding down in tight, desperate circles as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep inside you, flooding your pussy with thick, warm cum. The feeling of him filling you up so completely pushed you right over the edge.
“Ah— Jay…!” you cried out, your walls clenching hard around him as your own orgasm crashed over you. Your thighs shook violently, back arching as pleasure ripped through your body. You pressed your chest flush against his, moaning brokenly into his neck while your pussy fluttered and squeezed every last drop from him. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails leaving little crescents on his skin as you trembled through the waves.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the faint, wet sounds of your bodies still joined.
Finally, you lifted yourself slowly, whimpering softly as his softening cock slipped out of your dripping pussy. A thick trail of his cum leaked down your inner thigh, and the sudden emptiness made you whine, your hips twitching involuntarily.
You stayed straddling his waist, your slick, cum-filled pussy hovering just above his cock. One of your hands slid down between your bodies, wrapping around his length and giving it a few slow, lazy strokes, spreading your combined juices over him.
Jay’s chest was still heaving, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and lingering pleasure. But when he heard your words and felt your hand on him again, a low, amused chuckle left his lips.
“You’re really gonna kill me tonight,” he muttered, voice rough and deep. His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin as he looked up at you. “Didn’t you just cum all over me?”
You bit your lip, smirking as you continued stroking him, feeling him twitch back to life under your touch. You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear.
“I did… but I want you again,” you purred, pressing a wet kiss just below his jaw. “I want my boyfriend to fuck me properly. Not just once. Not when you’ve been gone so long…”
You shifted your hips, rubbing your messy, sensitive folds along his cock, teasing the head against your entrance again. A soft, needy sound escaped you as you felt him harden more in your hand.
“So… baby wants more?” voice sweet and filthy at the same time, eyes locked on his. “Or are you too tired to keep up with me tonight?”
Jay’s grip on your thighs tightened. The tiredness in his eyes slowly gave way to that familiar dark hunger as he watched you grind against him.
“Brat,” he growled softly, one hand sliding up to grab the back of your neck, pulling you down into a deep, messy kiss. When he pulled back, his voice was low and commanding. “Ride me again. Harder this time. I want to feel how much you missed me.”
You smirked down at him, eyes gleaming with mischief as you obeyed — sort of.
Instead of sinking down onto his cock right away, you straddled him wider, placing both hands on his chest for balance. You lowered your hips until your soaked, cum-filled pussy pressed flush against his hardened length. Then you started moving — slow, filthy rolls of your hips, sliding your slick folds up and down his shaft without letting him inside.
“Mmm… like this, baby?” you whispered teasingly, biting your lip as you rubbed your wet pussy along his entire length. The head of his cock kept catching against your swollen clit with every glide, making you whimper softly. His cum mixed with your juices, making the slide obscenely wet and smooth.
You kept teasing him like that, grinding your dripping folds against him, occasionally letting just the tip nudge at your entrance before sliding back up again. Never letting him push inside. Your hips moved in lazy, sensual circles, coating his cock thoroughly with your slickness.
Jay’s jaw clenched, his fingers digging harder into your thighs as he watched you.
“Y/N…” he warned, voice low and strained. His cock twitched hard beneath you, clearly aching to be buried inside again.
You smiled innocently, still rubbing yourself along his length, pressing your clit down against the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you purred, voice breathy as you rolled your hips again, letting your folds part around his shaft. “You told me to ride you… I’m riding you.”
You leaned forward slightly, letting your breasts brush against his chest as you continued the torturous grinding. Another soft, needy whimper left your lips when his tip nudged your entrance again, but you quickly lifted your hips, denying him once more.
You wanted him to snap. You wanted him to lose that last bit of patience and take control.
Jay’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes darkening with lust and frustration. His hands slid up from your thighs to grip your waist tightly, almost bruising.
“You little tease…” he growled, voice rough.
You giggled softly, still sliding your slick pussy along his cock, pressing down harder this time, letting him feel how warm and wet you were.
“Come on, baby… don’t you want to fuck me?” you whispered sweetly, deliberately slow and filthy. “I can feel how hard you are… just take what you want.”
That was the final push.
With a low, frustrated groan, Jay suddenly flipped you over in one swift motion, pinning you down onto the mattress beneath him. You gasped sharply as your back hit the sheets, eyes wide with excitement.
“Brat,” he muttered darkly, grabbing your thighs and spreading them wide apart. He positioned himself between your legs, rubbing his throbbing cock against your entrance once before thrusting deep inside you in one hard stroke.
“Ahh—!” you moaned loudly, back arching as he filled you completely, stretching your cum-slick walls.
Jay didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you with deep, powerful thrusts, his hips snapping against yours. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as he took control, just like you’d hoped.
“Fuck… this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he growled, leaning down to bite your neck. “Teasing me until I fuck you like this…”
You could only moan and nod, wrapping your legs around his waist as he drove into you harder, finally giving you exactly what you’d been craving.
Jay’s hips slammed into you with a particularly deep thrust, making your back arch sharply off the bed. You gasped, nails digging into his back as pleasure shot through you.
Looking up at him with hazy, desperate eyes, you moaned breathlessly.
“Jay… fuck me so well until I can’t walk…”
The words hit him like fuel on fire. His eyes darkened instantly, a low, almost dangerous groan rumbling from his chest.
“Fuck… you asked for it, baby,” he growled, voice rough and thick with lust.
He grabbed your legs and pushed them up, folding you nearly in half as he braced himself on his forearms. Without another word, he started pounding into you — hard, deep, and relentless. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly in the dark room, mixed with the wet, obscene squelch of his cock driving into your cum-filled pussy.
Each thrust was powerful, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again. Your breasts bounced with every brutal snap of his hips, and your moans turned into broken, high-pitched cries.
“Ahh—! Jay— fuck—!” you screamed, eyes rolling back as he fucked you exactly like you begged him to.
Jay leaned down, biting and sucking on your neck, leaving marks as he railed you without mercy.
“You want to be unable to walk tomorrow?” he panted against your skin, voice husky. “Then take every fucking inch, baby.”
He changed the angle slightly, driving even deeper. The headboard started banging against the wall with the force of his thrusts. One of his hands slid between your bodies, his thumb pressing firm circles on your swollen clit while he continued destroying your pussy.
Your legs shook uncontrollably around him. The pleasure was overwhelming — almost too much. Tears of ecstasy pricked at the corners of your eyes as another orgasm built rapidly inside you.
“Gonna fuck you so good you’ll feel me for days,” Jay groaned, sweat dripping down his toned chest. His pace never slowed, hips snapping relentlessly. “Cum for me again, Y/N. Let me feel this tight little pussy squeeze my cock.”
Your walls clenched hard around him at his filthy words. The combination of his deep, punishing thrusts and his thumb on your clit sent you crashing over the edge.
“Jay—! I’m— I’m cumming—!” you cried out, body convulsing violently beneath him as your orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy gushed around his cock, soaking his thighs and the sheets as you trembled and screamed his name.
But Jay didn’t stop.
He kept fucking you through your climax, chasing his own release while you fell apart underneath him. His thrusts grew sloppier, harder, more desperate.
“Shit— baby… I’m close,” he growled, burying his face in your neck.
With a few final, brutal thrusts, Jay buried himself as deep as possible and came hard inside you again, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum flooded your already full pussy. He stayed buried deep, grinding slowly as he emptied himself, marking you completely.
Both of you were panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat and trembling. Jay slowly lowered your legs, but kept himself inside you as he collapsed on top of you, pressing soft kisses to your flushed cheeks and lips.
“I want more please…”
Even after two intense orgasms, your body was still burning for him. You gently pushed at his chest, and Jay let out a low, tired chuckle, clearly amused by your greediness.
“Fuck… you’re insatiable tonight,” he muttered, but his cock twitched inside you at the thought.
He pulled out slowly, groaning at the sight of his cum leaking from your swollen pussy. You turned around on the bed, getting on all fours first before swinging one leg over and positioning yourself in reverse cowgirl.
You reached back, grabbing his slick cock and lining it up with your dripping entrance. Then, with a needy moan, you sank down on him in one smooth motion, taking every inch until your ass was pressed flush against his pelvis.
“Ahh… so deep like this…” you gasped, adjusting for a second.
Without wasting time, you started riding him — hard. You planted your hands on his thighs for leverage and began bouncing on his cock like you were desperate for it. The sound of your ass slapping against his hips filled the room with wet sounds.
You jumped and bounced on him with shameless enthusiasm, your tight pussy swallowing his cock over and over again. Every time you slammed down, his length hit that perfect spot deep inside you, making you cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck— Jay…!” you moaned loudly, throwing your head back. Your ass rippled with every hard bounce as you rode him relentlessly. The angle made him feel even bigger, stretching you so deliciously.
Jay’s hands gripped your ass cheeks tightly, spreading them as he watched his cock disappear into your soaked pussy again and again.
“Shit, baby… look at you,” he groaned, voice rough with lust. “Jumping on my cock like a needy little slut. You really can’t get enough, huh?”
His words only made you bounce harder. You leaned forward slightly, changing the angle so his cock rubbed perfectly against your g-spot with every jump. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as you fucked yourself on him.
You reached one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously while continuing to bounce aggressively on his thick cock. The wet, filthy sounds of your pussy creaming around him echoed louder.
“Want more… want you so deep—” you panted, voice breaking as you slammed down particularly hard, making both of you groan.
Jay’s grip on your ass tightened almost painfully. He started thrusting up to meet your bounces, driving himself even deeper. The force made your legs shake violently.
“Keep riding me just like that,” he growled, one hand slapping your ass sharply. “Fuck… you’re gonna make me cum again if you keep bouncing like this.”
You kept bouncing on him like you were possessed — ass slamming down hard, pussy swallowing every inch of his cock with wet, filthy sounds. Your thighs burned, sweat slicked your skin, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to stop.
Your movements became erratic, desperate, and sloppy as another orgasm rapidly built inside you. Your walls fluttered and clenched tightly around his thick cock with every bounce.
“Fuck— Jay— I’m so close—!” you cried out, voice shaking.
You slammed down particularly hard, grinding your ass against him in tight circles while rubbing your clit frantically. The pressure finally snapped.
You came undone again with a broken scream.
“Fuck.. babe—!” you moaned loudly, body convulsing violently on top of him.
Your pussy gushed and spasmed hard around his cock, squeezing him. waves of intense pleasure ripped through you. Your legs shook uncontrollably, ass trembling as you kept bouncing through your orgasm, riding him through the high even as your body tried to collapse.
Thick slick dripped down his cock and onto his thighs from how hard you came.
Jay groaned deeply beneath you, his hands gripping your waist so tightly it would probably leave marks.
“Shit— baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” he growled, voice hoarse and strained.
He thrust up into you sharply a few more times, fucking you through your climax until your bouncing slowed into weak, twitching movements. Your body was trembling, breathless, and overstimulated, but you still kept him buried deep inside your pulsing heat.
Jay sat up slightly behind you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist while his other hand reached around to rub your swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm until you were whimpering and gasping.
He kissed the back of your shoulder, breathing heavily against your skin.
“Still not satisfied?” he murmurs, teasing, even as his cock throbbed inside your sensitive pussy. “You came so hard you’re shaking… but you’re still grinding on me like you want another round.”
He gave one slow, deep thrust up into you, making you whimper pathetically.
“Tell me, baby… how much more can you take tonight?”
You were still trembling on top of him, your pussy fluttering and clenching around his cock from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your legs felt like jelly, but the need inside you refused to die down.
Breathless and desperate, you whimpered loudly.
“I want more… more Jay… baby please…”
Even as your body shook, you kept moving.
You started grinding on him again — deep, then picking up the pace. Your ass rose and fell, bouncing on his cock with messy, needy strokes. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as you fucked yourself on him, his cum from earlier leaking out with every movement and making everything even slicker.
“More… I need you deeper—” you moaned brokenly, planting your hands on his thighs again for leverage as you tried to ride him harder. Your movements were sloppy and tired, but so eager. Every time you slammed down, a soft, desperate cry left your lips.
Jay groaned deeply, his hands gripping your hips tighter.
“Fuck, Y/N… you’re so greedy tonight,” he rasped. He could feel how sensitive and swollen your pussy was, yet you were still desperately bouncing on him like you couldn’t stop.
He suddenly sat up fully behind you, his chest pressing against your back. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place while his other hand slid down to rub your overstimulated clit.
“Since you want more so badly…” he growled against your ear, biting your shoulder.
He started thrusting up into you hard — powerful, upward strokes that made your whole body jolt. The new position let him drive even deeper, his cock hitting spots that had you seeing stars.
“Ahh—! Jay—!” you cried out, your head falling back against his shoulder as he fucked you from below. Your bouncing turned into helpless twitching as he took control, pounding into your dripping pussy relentlessly.
“You’re shaking so much, baby,” he groaned, voice filthy in your ear. “But you still want more? Then take it. Take every fucking inch until you can’t move.”
His fingers circled your clit faster while his hips snapped up, driving his cock into you with wet, brutal thrusts. The pleasure bordered on overwhelming, but you kept moving with him — grinding back against every thrust like the needy girl you were.
Your moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure as another orgasm started building dangerously fast. you spread your legs even wider, planting your feet on the bed for better leverage. The new angle made his cock sink impossibly deeper inside you.
You looked down between your bodies, watching with hazy eyes as his thick, cum-slick cock stretched your swollen pussy with every thrust. The filthy sight of him disappearing into you, combined with the wet sounds and the way your juices mixed with his cum dripping down his balls, made you moan loudly.
“I love you, baby…” you whimpered breathlessly, voice breaking with every hard thrust he gave you. “Jay… I love you… I’m sorry…”
The words spilled out between moans, raw and emotional. Your apology was genuine, laced with guilt for ignoring him earlier, but it quickly melted into desperate pleasure as he continued fucking you from behind.
Jay’s grip on your waist tightened. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your skin as he thrust up into you harder, deeper.
“Fuck… say it again,” he growled, clearly affected by your words. One of his hands slid up to gently hold your throat, not squeezing, just holding you possessively as he pounded into you. “Tell me you love me while I’m buried so deep inside you.”
You moaned louder, head falling back against his shoulder as you spread your legs as wide as you could, letting him fuck you even deeper.
“I love you, Jay— ahh!— I love you so much… I’m sorry for ignoring you… I’m so sorry, baby—”
Your voice cracked into a high-pitched cry as he angled his hips and hit that sensitive spot inside you perfectly. Tears of overwhelming pleasure slipped down your cheeks. Your pussy clenched hard around him, fluttering wildly as yet another orgasm threatened to crash over you.
Jay groaned deeply, his thrusts becoming more intense, almost punishing, but filled with love.
“I love you too,” he rasped against your ear, biting your lobe. “Even when you’re being a greedy little brat… I still love you.”
He reached down with his free hand and rubbed your clit in fast, tight circles, pushing you closer and closer to the edge while he kept fucking you senseless in that deep, spread-open position.
Your body was shaking violently now, legs splayed wide, pussy dripping and creaming all over his cock as you sobbed and moaned his name mixed with apologies and love confessions.
You kept spreading your legs as wide as you could, but your body was reaching its limit. The overwhelming pleasure made you squirm violently against him. With a broken whimper, you leaned back fully into Jay’s chest, your back pressing flush against his toned torso as you desperately sought his warmth.
Your head fell back onto his shoulder, eyes half-lidded and teary. The urge to close your legs was becoming unbearable — your thighs trembled and twitched, trying to clamp shut from the intense overstimulation, but Jay’s strong hands kept them spread wide open for him.
“Jay— ahh! I can’t… I can’t hold my legs open anymore—” you moaned pathetically, voice shaking as another powerful thrust made your whole body jolt.
You squirmed harder in his lap, hips twitching uncontrollably while his cock continued stretching and filling you so deeply. Your hands gripped his forearms tightly, nails digging into his skin as you fought the instinct to snap your thighs closed.
Jay groaned deeply, his breath hot against your neck. He wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you tighter against his chest while his other hand kept one of your thighs forcibly spread.
“Shhh, I know baby,” he rasped, voice dark and soothing at the same time. “You’re so sensitive now… but you’re going to keep these legs open for me.”
He thrust up into you harder, making you cry out as he buried himself to the hilt with every stroke. Your pussy was soaking, creaming messily around his cock.
You squirmed and whimpered, pressing back against his chest like you wanted to melt into him. Your legs kept trying to close, trembling violently, but Jay refused to let you — holding you open as he fucked you deep and slow now, grinding up into that perfect spot inside you.
“I love you… I love you so much—” you kept moaning breathlessly, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation.
Jay kissed the side of your neck, then gently bit down as he thrust up again, his voice low and possessive against your ear.
“Then take it, baby. Even if your legs are shaking… even if you can’t keep them open… I’m not stopping until you cum again for me.”
Your body finally gave out.
You squirmed violently in Jay’s arms, legs shaking uncontrollably as the last wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your pussy clenched hard around his cock, pulsing and gushing as you came undone with a broken, breathless cry.
“Baby…!” you sobbed, tears slipping down your cheeks while your whole body trembled against his chest.
The intensity of your orgasm pushed Jay over the edge right after you. He groaned deeply into your neck, holding you tightly as he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, spilling thick ropes of cum inside your already overflowing pussy. His cock throbbed with every pulse, filling you until you felt impossibly full.
Both of you stayed locked together, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.
Jay gently pulled out and carefully laid you down on the bed. You whimpered softly at the emptiness, legs still twitching. He disappeared for a moment and came back with a warm towel, gently cleaning between your thighs with soft, loving strokes.
“Come here, baby,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms.
He wrapped you up against his chest, kissing your forehead, your damp cheeks, and your swollen lips. His hands rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back as you clung to him, still trembling.
“I’m sorry…” you mumbled tiredly against his skin, voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean to ignore you like that.”
Jay hugged you tighter, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.
“I know, love. We’ll talk about it properly tomorrow, okay? Just rest now. I’ve got you.”
He pulled the blanket over both of you, holding you close until your breathing evened out. You fell asleep wrapped safely in his arms, his fingers gently playing with your hair.
The next morning, Sunlight filtered softly into the room. You woke up sore but warm, tucked against Jay’s chest. He was already awake, watching you with soft eyes.
You looked up at him and smiled shyly, cheeks warming.
“Baby…” you whispered, tracing a finger over his collarbone. “I want to tag along with you today. Wherever you’re going — rehearsals, recordings, whatever. I just want to be with you.”
Jay’s eyes softened, a gentle smile spreading across his lips. He cupped your face and kissed you slowly, tenderly.
“You sure? It might be boring,” he teased lightly.
You shook your head, burying your face in his neck.
“I don’t care. I missed you too. I don’t want to keep choosing games over you anymore. You’re more important.”
Jay’s arms tightened around you, warmth blooming in his chest.
“Then stay by my side today,” he murmured against your hair. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
He kissed you again, full of love and forgiveness and just like that, everything felt right again.
On a stormy evening after a group project, college student y/n finds herself soaked and stranded with her childhood best friend, Yang Jungwon.
Warning : jungwon!bestfriend x femreader 18+ MDNI , slight cursing, Smut, Fluff, College AU, Best Friends to Lovers, Unprotected Sex (raw), Multiple Rounds (missionary, cow girl ) , Fingering, Oral (69), Dirty Talk, Teasing, Slight Size Kink, Possessiveness, Fluff-to-Smut.
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you were sitting at an outdoor table on campus, surrounded by trees and a natural atmosphere. You’re a college student currently taking Business Administration.
you were hovering over your laptop and textbooks since you were supposed to be doing a group project. Well, supposedly. The rest of your classmates had left early, complaining and making excuses that they had a long bus ride, meaning they had to leave earlier. You knew a few of them were just tired, and some intentionally just wanted to get out of there.
But across from you, Yang Jungwon — your best friend since childhood — was still there, calmly typing on his laptop, helping you finish the slides without complaint.
He was always like that. Popular, smart, quiet but friendly, the campus gentleman with those sharp cat-like eyes and the killer left dimple that appeared every time he smiled. Half the girls in your department were probably jealous you got to sit across from him like this.
You leaned back and sighed. “Jungwon-ah… you could’ve just gone home early, you know. You didn’t have to stay this long.”
He looked up, one eyebrow raised, that signature dimple flashing as he smirked.
“It’s a school project, y/n,” he said, voice teasing. “And I don’t want my favorite pain in the ass doing it all by herself. Who else is gonna make sure you don’t put wrong data in the charts?”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, yeah. My hero.”
“That’s right,” he grinned, leaning forward. “You should be nicer to me. I’m sacrificing my precious nap time for you.”
you few hour's had past it was already getting darker, dark blue sky you glanced at your phone and check the time it was already 6:25 pm..
you glance back at jungwon, "jungwon I'll just finish the rest.. let just go home it's getting darker", jungwon didn't seem to be bothered he nodded started gathering his things too, helped with yours too.
when things finally settled, you started walking side by side, you had to leave right away since you still have to walk outside the campus from were your apartment is. while jungwon has its own dorm inside campus, both of you heard sound of the rain already approaching, within a sec you both were soaked was by rain.
the rain came down hard and sudden, soaking through your clothes in seconds. You hissed in frustration, clutching your backpack tighter against your chest.
“Shit… my laptop!” you hissed.
Jungwon let out a short laugh despite the rain, water dripping from his hair. “Come on, drama queen! My dorm’s closer. Run!”
Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand — his grip warm and firm even through the cold rain — and pulled you along with him. You both sprinted through the dimly lit campus paths, shoes splashing against puddles. His broad shoulders tried to shield you a little, but it was useless. your oversized plaid shirt was now glued to your body, and your wide-leg pants felt like they weighed ten kilos.
By the time you reached his dorm building, you were both laughing and panting. He quickly swiped his keycard, held the door open for you like the gentleman he was, and you rushed inside.
the warm light and sudden quiet after the roaring rain felt heavenly. Jungwon shook his hair like a wet puppy, droplets flying everywhere, then turned to you with a playful grin. His white shirt was now see-through, clinging to his shoulders and chest.
“You look like a drowned cat,” he teased, eyes sparkling with mischief. “A very cute drowned cat, though.”
You were still clutching your backpack to your chest, cheeks warming up. “Ya… Jungwon, it’s fine. I’ll just—”
“Shower,” he cut you off, already walking toward his closet. “No arguments. You’re soaked and I’m not letting you get sick. I’ll lend you clothes. Mine will be big on you but way better than walking home like that.”
He tossed you one of his hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, then tilted his head with that signature dimpled smile.
“Unless you want me to join you in the shower to save water? Best friend privileges,” he joked, winking.
Your eyes widened. “Yang Jungwon!”
He laughed — bright and boyish — clearly enjoying how easily he could fluster you.
“Kidding. Mostly.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “Go warm up. I’ll dry your stuff and order something to eat. You’re not leaving until the rain stops anyway.”
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, still dripping but looking annoyingly good even like this.
“Hurry up, y/n. Or I really will come drag you in there myself.”
“Don't try...” you warned, raising a small fist at him threateningly as you backed toward the bathroom. “I’m serious, Yang Jungwon. No funny business.”
Jungwon just grinned, that left dimple deepening as he lifted both hands in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, though his cat-like eyes clearly said otherwise. “Go warm up, y/n. I’ll behave… for now.”
You rolled your eyes and quickly slipped into the bathroom, heart beating a little faster than usual.
After a nice warm shower, you changed into the clothes Jungwon lent you — his oversized black hoodie that reached mid-thigh and a pair of gray sweatpants you had to roll at the waist. They smelled like him. You sat on the edge of his bed, still gently ruffling your damp hair with a towel when he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later.
Jungwon had changed into a simple white t-shirt and black sweatpants. A towel was draped over his head as he ruffled his own hair, making it messy in that annoyingly cute way. He walked over and casually plopped down right beside you on the bed, close enough that your knees almost touched.
Without saying anything, he reached over and took the towel from your hands, continuing to gently dry your hair for you.
You froze for a second, then let out a soft laugh. “Jungwon… I can do it myself.”
He didn’t stop. His fingers moved carefully through your hair gently, as he tilted his head with a small smile.
“Let me,” he said softly, voice warm.
You stayed quiet, letting him. The room was filled with only the sound of rain still pouring outside and the faint rustle of the towel. After a moment, Jungwon’s smile turned a little nostalgic.
“You know… this reminds me of when we were five,” he murmured, still drying your hair. “You got all stubborn and ran out to play in the rain even though your mom said no. We both ended up soaked and got scolded so badly.”
You let out a quiet laugh, remembering. “You got in trouble because of me that day.”
“Mhm,” Jungwon hummed, his cat eyes crinkling. “But I still dried your hair after, just like this. Even back then you were already a handful.” He paused, then teased, “Some things never change, huh?”
You turned your head slightly to look at him, cheeks warming again. “And you’re still the same… always acting like my personal caretaker.”
He grinned, showing off that dimple again as he leaned in a little closer, pretending to inspect your hair.
“Someone has to take care of you. You’d probably catch a cold and blame me tomorrow if I didn’t.” His voice dropped playfully, “Or maybe I just like taking care of you. Best friend privilege, remember?”
You nudged his shoulder lightly. “You’re so cheesy today.”
“Only for you,” he winked, still gently tousling your hair with the towel. “Now sit still. I’m not done yet.”
You slowly raised both hands and rested them on the bed for balance, smiling down at him even though he was still gently drying your hair. Jungwon’s fingers paused for a second, but you didn’t let him finish. Instead, you reached for the towel still around his neck and started tousling his damp hair yourself.
“And remember,” you said softly, smiling, “I did the exact same thing to you back then.”
You leaned in a little closer as you dried his hair, your body naturally rising. His head ended up right in front of your chest as he looked up at you with those sharp cat-like eyes. You kept talking casually, completely unaware of how intimate the moment had become.
“You always got sick easier than me, so I had to dry your hair like this every time you followed me into the rain. Remember? You’d complain the whole time but still let me do it.”
Jungwon didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand slowly moved to rest on your waist, holding you firmly in place. His grip was warm and steady through the oversized hoodie you were wearing. He kept looking up at you, his usual playful smile fading into something softer in his eyes.
You finally noticed.
The playful words died on your lips as your eyes met his. The two of you stared at each other for a long moment — longer than best friends probably should. The sound of rain drumming against the window filled the quiet room.
You slowly lowered your hand, letting the towel rest around his neck. Jungwon’s free hand moved from your waist to gently touch your shoulder, then brushed a strand of damp hair away from your cheek. Both of his hands eventually cupped your face, thumbs lightly stroking your skin.
Your breath caught. Without thinking, you slid your hands around his neck, steadying yourself as you both leaned in closer… closer…
Your foreheads rested together. The warmth of his skin, the familiar scent of his shampoo, the way his breath brushed your lips — everything felt electric.
Then, slowly, naturally, like it had been waiting for years, Jungwon tilted his head just slightly and kissed you.
It was soft at first. Gentle. A careful press of his lips against yours, almost testing if you’d pull away. When you didn’t — when you kissed him back — the kiss deepened, his hands still cradling your face like you were something precious.
He tasted warmth inside you.
When you finally pulled back just enough to breathe, Jungwon’s cat eyes were half-lidded, his left dimple barely showing as he gave you a small, almost shy smile.
“…Took us long enough, huh?” he whispered, voice a little husky, thumb still brushing your cheek. “My stubborn best friend.”
Before you could even answer him, before your brain could catch up with what just happened, you pulled him in again.
Your hands tightened around his neck as you leaned forward and kissed him once more — this time with a little more confidence and little more need. Jungwon let out a soft surprised sound against your lips before melting into it, his arms wrapping fully around your waist and pulling you closer.
The second kiss was warmer. Deeper. Less careful.
His lips moved against yours with that same gentle firmness he always had, but now there was a quiet hunger behind it. One of his hands slid up your back, fingers slipping under the oversized hoodie you were wearing, pressing against your warm skin. The other stayed on your waist, holding you like he was afraid you’d disappear.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing a little heavier. Your foreheads stayed pressed together. Jungwon’s cat-like eyes were darker now, half-lidded, and that famous left dimple appeared as he gave you a small, breathless smile.
“Wow… okay,” he whispered, voice teasing, though slightly shaky. “If I knew drying your hair would lead to this, I would’ve done it every single day since we were kids.”
You let out a soft laugh, still holding onto him. Your cheeks were burning.
“Shut up, Jungwon…”
He chuckled, the sound warm. He leaned in and placed a quick, playful kiss on the tip of your nose, then your forehead, before resting his head against yours again.
“You know,” he murmured, thumb gently stroking your lower back under the hoodie, “I’ve been waiting for you to do that for years. My stubborn best friend finally kissed me first. I’m never letting you live this down.”
His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, but there was something softer underneath — something real.
“So…” he tilted his head, lips brushing yours again teasingly, “does this mean I can stop pretending I only see you as my best friend? Or are we still playing that game?”
He stayed close, arms wrapped around you, waiting for your answer while the rain continued pouring outside — like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.
You nodded slowly, eyes locked on his.
“No more pretending,” you whispered.
Then you wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, pulling him even closer until there was almost no space left between you. Your noses brushed, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips as you stared at him — really looked at him.
Jungwon’s eyes softened, but the playful spark was still there. His left dimple slowly appeared as he smiled, arms tightening around your waist in return.
“Good,” he murmured, voice low and a little husky. “Because I’ve been pretending for way too long.”
He leaned in first this time, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one was slower, deeper, like he was savoring the fact that he finally could. One of his hands slid up your back under the hoodie, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin while the other stayed firmly on your waist, keeping you pressed against him.
When he pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead rested against yours again.
“You have no idea how many times I wanted to do this,” he confessed with a soft chuckle, brushing his nose against yours playfully. “Every time you smiled at me. Every time you teased me. Every single time we got caught in the rain together… I just wanted to kiss you.”
You laughed quietly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Jungwon tilted his head, eyes narrowing in that cute mischievous way. “So… does this mean you’re officially my girl now? Or are we still calling this best friend privileges with extra steps?”
He leaned in and placed a quick, teasing kiss on the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose — clearly enjoying how flustered he could still make you.
“Because I’m really hoping it’s the first one,” he added, voice dropping playfully as he hugged you tighter. “I’ve waited since we were kids to call you mine, y/n."
You smiled softly, still wrapped tightly around him, and whispered against his lips.
“I have always been yours, silly.”
Jungwon’s eyes widened for a split second before that bright, heart-melting smile broke across his face — the one that showed his left dimple perfectly. He let out a soft, relieved laugh and buried his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you even tighter.
“God… you’re going to kill me saying things like that,” he mumbled against your skin, his breath warm. He pulled back just enough to look at you again.
You tilted your head, still holding him close. “So… what now?”
Jungwon hummed thoughtfully, pretending to think seriously while his hands gently caressed your waist under the oversized hoodie.
“Hmm… good question,” he said, voice playful. He leaned in and gave you a slow, sweet kiss before pulling away with a smirk.
“What now is… I finally get to do all the things I’ve been holding back for years.”
He gently pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, then rested his forehead against yours again.
“First, I’m keeping you here tonight. No walking home in the rain. Second…” He kissed the corner of your mouth teasingly. “I get to call you my girlfriend. For real this time. No more just best friends excuses.”
He pulled back slightly, eyes softening as he looked at you with that gentle, fond expression only you ever got to see.
“And third…” His voice dropped a little, more sincere now. “We take this slow if you want… or not slow. Whatever you’re comfortable with. You’ve always been my priority, y/n. That’s not changing just because I can finally kiss you whenever I want.”
He grinned again, that playful glint returning as he lightly poked your side.
“But fair warning… I’m probably going to be annoyingly clingy now. You created this monster, so you have to deal with it.”
Jungwon leaned in and kissed you once more — soft, lingering, and full of quiet joy — before resting his chin on your shoulder, hugging you close while the rain continued falling outside.
“So… girlfriend,” he whispered teasingly against your ear. “What do you want to do now?”
You stayed wrapped in his arms pulled him away for a sec, your faces so close that your breaths mixed. Looking straight into his eyes, something bolder took over. Your voice dropped to a soft, shaky whisper.
“I’ve thought about it so many times… how you’d feel inside me,” you confessed, cheeks burning. “How warm you’d be… how deep you could go.”
The words hung heavy between you.
You whispered those bold words against his lips, and something in Jungwon snapped.
For a second, Jungwon froze, his eyes darkening instantly. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers pressing into your skin like he was trying to steady himself. You could feel his heartbeat pick up against your chest.
Then you slowly pulled back just enough to smile at him — a shy but playful little smile, like you couldn’t believe you’d just said that.
Jungwon let out a shaky breath, his left dimple flashing as he smirked, though his ears had turned bright red.
“Fuck, y/n…” he whispered, voice suddenly Husky “You can’t say something like that while looking at me with those eyes and then smile so innocently.”
His eyes darkened with want. Without another word, he pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss, tongues meeting as he flipped you both so you were lying on your back on his bed.
You tugged at his shirt impatiently. Jungwon helped you pull it over his head, then reached for the oversized hoodie you were wearing. Piece by piece, your clothes disappeared — his shirt, his sweatpants, your borrowed clothes — until both of you were completely bare, skin against skin.
He kissed you like he was starving, hands roaming over your body with a mix of gentleness and desperation. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, then lower, leaving soft marks on your collarbone as he settled between your legs.
“Been waiting so long for this…” he breathed against your skin.
You pulled him back up, kissing him hard as you felt him press against your entrance bare Raw.
Jungwon looked into your eyes, silently asking. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He pushed in slowly at first, groaning deeply as he felt your warmth surround him. Inch by inch, he filled you completely, stretching you open until he bottomed out with a shaky breath.
“Fuck… y/n,” he whispered, voice rough. “You feel even better than I imagined.”
He started moving — deep, steady thrusts that pressed you harder into the sheets. You moaned, legs wrapping around him. Jungwon grabbed your thighs, pushing them back toward your chest, opening you up more as he fucked you raw.
Your hands moved to hold the back of your own thighs, steadying them just like he wanted, keeping yourself spread for him. You looked up at him — flushed cheeks, messy hair, that left dimple showing even now as he smiled through the pleasure.
Jungwon’s eyes were locked on yours, intense and full of emotion as he thrust deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the rain.
“Look at me, baby,” he panted, leaning down to kiss you messily while still moving inside you. “Been my best friend for years… now you’re finally mine. All mine.”
He picked up the pace, fucking you harder, pressing you deeper into the mattress. Every thrust was raw, warm, and perfect. His hands stayed on your thighs, helping you hold them open as he drove into you again and again.
You could feel every inch of him.
“Jungwon…” you moaned his name, eyes never leaving his.
He groaned, forehead pressed to yours, breathing heavy.
“That’s it… keep looking at me while I fuck you,” he whispered playfully, even now, voice husky. “My pretty girl.”
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” you whimpered breathlessly, the words spilling out like a broken prayer as Jungwon drove into you harder.
You were holding the back of your own thighs tightly, keeping them pressed up and open for him just like he wanted. Every deep, raw thrust made your body jolt against the sheets, your voice cracking into soft, desperate moans.
Jungwon groaned above you, his cat-like eyes dark and locked on your face, watching every expression you made.
“Shit, baby…” he panted, voice husky and strained. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”
He leaned down closer, folding you even more as he fucked you deeper — slow but powerful strokes that made you feel every inch of him. Skin slapped against skin, wet and filthy, mixing with the heavy sound of rain pounding against the window.
“Look at you,” he whispered hotly against your ear, one hand still gripping your thigh while the other braced beside your head. “My pretty best friend… moaning my name while I fuck you raw like this.”
You moaned louder, eyes fluttering as pleasure crashed through you. “Jungwon… fuck—”
He kissed you messily, swallowing your whimpers as his hips snapped forward again and again, burying himself to the hilt every time. The angle had him hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over, making your toes curl.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, sweat glistening on his forehead, that left dimple flashing even through his wrecked expression.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned, voice playful but dripping with lust. “Been holding this in for years… and now you’re letting me ruin you like this? So good for me, baby.”
His pace quickened, thrusting harder, deeper, pressing your thighs further back as he fucked you into the mattress. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, body trembling beneath him.
Jungwon pressed his forehead to yours, breathing heavily.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, even as he kept pounding into you, “but fuck… I don’t want to stop. You feel too perfect.”
He kissed you again, swallowing another string of “fuck… fuck…” that fell from your lips, hips never slowing down.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” you kept whimpering, voice breaking with every deep thrust as Jungwon fucked you raw, your hands still gripping the back of your thighs to keep yourself spread open for him.
Jungwon’s pace became more intense, hips snapping harder as he felt you clenching around him.
“Jungwon…” you moaned loudly, eyes glassy with pleasure. “Jungwon…!”
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, voice rough and low. He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours while still holding your thighs open. “Cum for me. Let me feel you.”
He angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot relentlessly, faster and deeper. Your moans turned into broken cries as the pressure built unbearably tight inside you.
“Jungwon—!” you gasped sharply, body suddenly tensing.
You came hard around him, thighs shaking in your own grip as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your walls pulsed and squeezed him tightly, making Jungwon groan deeply, he fucked you through your orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re so tight when you cum…” he panted, kissing your neck messily while still moving inside you, slower now to let you ride it out.
You were still trembling when you finally caught your breath. Looking up at him with hazy eyes, you whispered breathlessly,
“Let me… take over…”
Jungwon’s eyes flashed with surprise and excitement. He gave you a lazy, dimpled smirk even while still buried deep inside you.
“Yeah?” he breathed, leaning down to kiss you once before pulling out slowly, making you both hiss at the loss.
He rolled onto his back beside you, his hard cock glistening and flushed. You didn’t waste time — you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Jungwon’s hands immediately found your waist, guiding you as you hovered over him.
“Go on then, baby,” he said, voice husky and teasing, though his eyes were blazing. “Take over. Use me however you want.”
You wrapped your hand around his length, lining him up before slowly sinking down onto him again, taking every inch until he was fully inside you once more. The new angle made both of you moan.
Jungwon’s head fell back against the pillow, hands gripping your hips tightly.
“Shit… you look so good on top,” he groaned, watching you with hooded eyes. “Ride me, y/n. Show your best friend— fuck, your boyfriend how badly you’ve wanted this too.”
He gave you that signature playful smirk even while breathing heavily, thumbs stroking your skin encouragingly.
You braced your hands on his chest and started riding him, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm, taking him deep with every movement. Jungwon’s grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he watched you with hungry eyes.
“Cum for me please…” you moaned breathlessly, voice shaky as you bounced on his cock. “Baby… Jungwon please— cum inside me…”
Jungwon groaned loudly, his head pressing back into the pillow for a second before he snapped his gaze back to you. That left dimple appeared as he smirked through the pleasure.
“Fuck, y/n… you’re so dirty when you want something,” he rasped. “Begging your best friend to fill you up like this?”
He sat up slightly, wrapping one strong arm around your back while the other gripped your hip hard, guiding your movements. He started thrusting up to meet you, driving himself deeper with every bounce.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me just like that— fuck, you’re taking me so well,” he growled against your neck, biting down lightly. “You feel so fucking good… so warm and wet. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
You moaned louder, hips moving faster as he guided you, controlling the pace with his firm hands. Jungwon’s breath was hot against your skin, his voice dropping even lower.
“You want me to cum inside you? Want your boyfriend to fill you up raw until it’s dripping out of you?” He thrust up harder, making you cry out. “Been waiting years to breed this pretty cunt… and now you’re asking so nicely.”
He kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as he helped you ride him faster, deeper. His hand slipped between your bodies, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit.
“Cum again for me first,” he demanded playfully, even while panting. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock before I fill you up.”
The pressure built quickly. Between his thrusts, his thumb, and his filthy words, you came again with a broken moan, clenching hard around him.
Jungwon groaned deeply, hips stuttering. “That’s my good girl— fuck!”
He pulled you down hard onto him and came, pulsing hot and deep inside you. You felt every twitch, every warm spurt as he filled you up, groaning your name against your shoulder.
For a moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the rain still pouring outside.
But Jungwon wasn’t done.
He flipped you over onto your back in one smooth motion, still buried inside you. His eyes were gleaming with mischief and hunger as he looked down at you, a lazy smirk on his lips.
“Another round,” he whispered, voice husky. He slowly rolled his hips, pushing his cum even deeper into you. “You didn’t think I was finished with you after one time, did you?”
He leaned down and kissed you deeply, already starting to move again — slower this time, but just as deep.
“Look at me, baby,” he murmured against your lips, that signature dimple showing. “I’m gonna fuck you all night. My pretty girlfriend deserves to be ruined properly, don’t you think?”
Jungwon stayed buried deep inside you for a few more moments, savoring the way you were still fluttering around him. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he pulled out almost completely — only the tip of his cock resting against your soaked entrance.
You whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
“Jungwon…” you breathed, voice needy and slightly frustrated.
He smirked down at you, that signature left dimple deepening. Sweat glistened on his skin, but he looked far too composed for someone who had just fucked you senseless.
“Hmm?” he hummed innocently, tilting his head. One hand slid down between your bodies, and he lazily rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slick folds, teasing your clit with every slow stroke. “What’s wrong, baby?”
You tried to roll your hips up to take him back in, but he pulled back just enough to deny you, chuckling softly.
“Jungwon…” you whined again, reaching for his shoulders.
He caught your wrists gently and pinned them above your head with one hand, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear.
“So impatient,” he teased, voice low and playful. “You were just begging me to cum inside you like a good girl… and now you’re already desperate for more?”
He continued rubbing his cock against you — slow, torturous slides through your wetness, occasionally pressing just the tip inside before pulling back out again. Every time you thought he’d finally push in, he denied you with a soft laugh.
“Look at you,” he murmured, kissing along your jaw. “My sweet best friend… now my greedy little girlfriend. You’re dripping everywhere, y/n. Making such a mess on my sheets.”
He pressed in just a little deeper this time — only halfway — then pulled out again completely, tapping his cock against your sensitive clit.
“Jungwon, please…” you gasped, squirming underneath him.
“Please what?” he asked, eyes gleaming with that familiar teasing glint. He leaned down and kissed you softly, then pulled back before you could deepen it. “You want me to fuck you again? Or should I keep teasing this pretty pussy until you’re crying for me?”
He rubbed his length against you even slower, watching your face closely, clearly enjoying every frustrated moan and whimper you let out.
“I’ve waited years to have you like this,” he whispered hotly against your neck, nipping at your skin. “Let me enjoy my new favorite toy for a little longer, yeah?”
He finally pushed the tip back in, stretching you open again, but stayed completely still, refusing to give you the friction you desperately wanted.
“Tell me nicely, baby,” he cooed, smiling against your lips. “Beg your boyfriend properly.”
“Please… baby…” you whimpered, hips twitching desperately under him. “I want you inside… please.”
Jungwon’s teasing smirk finally softened into something darker and hungrier. He let out a low groan at your sweet begging.
“Fuck… how can I say no when you ask like that?”
He pushed back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You both moaned loudly as he filled you again. This time he didn’t tease — he fucked you properly, harder, hips snapping against yours while he held your thighs open.
“Such a good girl,” he panted, kissing you messily. “My pretty girlfriend takes me so well.”
You went through a few more intense rounds after that — switching positions, him taking you from behind. The rain eventually stopped, but the sounds of your moans and skin slapping together filled the room for hours.
Eventually, you both ended up in a heated 69. You were on top facing backward, leaning down to take his cock into your mouth, sucking him eagerly while he had his face buried between your thighs. Jungwon groaned against your swollen pussy, sucking on your clit while two fingers pumped inside you.
“Fuck— just like that, baby,” he moaned, voice muffled as he licked and fingered you messily. “Suck me deeper… yeah, good girl.”
You whimpered around his length, hips grinding back against his tongue as he devoured you. Both of you were desperate and sloppy, chasing pleasure until you both came hard one last time.
The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains. You slowly woke up, body deliciously sore, voice raspy from hours of moaning and whimpering his name.
Your eyes widened when you realized how bright it was outside.
“Jungwon…” you called, voice hoarse and rough.
He stirred beside you, pulling you closer under the blanket. Both of you were still completely naked, skin warm against each other.
“Hmm?” he mumbled sleepily, burying his face in your neck. Then his eyes opened slowly. When he saw the time on his phone, he let out a quiet laugh.
“Shit… we’re definitely late for class.”
He rolled over so he was half on top of you, kissing your forehead, then your cheeks, then your lips gently.
“Morning, girlfriend,” he whispered with a playful smile, that left dimple showing. “How’s your voice? Sounds like someone got properly ruined last night.”
You blushed, hiding your face in his chest. Jungwon chuckled and hugged you tighter, his hand gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles.
Aftercare mode was fully on. He kissed the top of your head and spoke softly.
“You okay? Not too sore?” He gently stroked your hair. “I’ll make you some warm tea for your throat. We can skip morning classes… or at least the first one. I’ll send a message to our group chat saying we’re finishing the project.”
He pulled back slightly to look at you, eyes full of warmth and affection.
“Last night was… everything,” he said sincerely, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “No more pretending. You’re really mine now.”
You smiled tiredly and nodded. Jungwon leaned in and gave you one last soft kiss.
“Stay in bed a little longer, baby. I’ll take care of you today too… just like always.”
You shook your head, still curled up against him under the blanket, body sore and voice raspy.
“No… we aren’t even done yet. Get up, get up,” you said, poking his chest. “The project isn’t finished. We still have to meet the group today.”
Jungwon groaned dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “But you’re sore… and I like you in my bed.”
“Too bad,” you laughed, pushing at his shoulder even though your legs still felt shaky. “Responsibility first, boyfriend.”
He lifted his head, eyes narrowing playfully at the new title. That left dimple appeared as he smirked.
“Say that again.”
“Boyfriend,” you repeated, cheeks warming.
Jungwon’s expression softened into something dangerously fond. He leaned in and kissed you slow and deep, like he was sealing the word into reality.
“Fine,” he sighed against your lips. “But I’m helping you with everything today. No arguments.”
He stayed true to his word. After another gentle shower (with lots of soft kisses but no more sex), he helped you dry off and even carried you back to your apartment when your legs protested walking too much.
At your place, Jungwon sat on your bed and watched with a small smile as you changed. You slipped into the cute floral skirt that swayed gently around your thighs, a white tube top, and a soft cardigan over it. He stood up to help adjust the cardigan, fingers lingering on your waist.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Still can’t believe you’re mine now.”
He walked you all the way to campus, hand in hand the entire time, refusing to let you carry your own bag.
When you finally reached the outdoor table, the rest of the group was already there. You sat down carefully — very aware of how sore you were — and Jungwon immediately scooted his chair right next to yours, arm resting along the back of your seat.
The group noticed the extra closeness right away.
One of the girls smirked. “You two are extra attached today. Did something happen?”
Jungwon just smiled calmly, his fingers lightly playing with the sleeve of your cardigan. “We stayed up really late finishing the slides. Right, y/n?”
You nodded, trying to keep a straight face. “Yeah. Very long night.”
The others laughed it off easily.
“Typical Jungwon and y/n behavior,” one of the guys said, waving it away. “You two have been glued together since freshman year. Nothing new.”
They had no idea.
Under the table, Jungwon’s hand rested possessively on your thigh, thumb drawing slow circles over your floral skirt. He leaned in close while pretending to look at the shared laptop screen, whispering softly in your ear.
“If they knew I spent half the night buried inside my best friend… and that she’s still sore because of me… they wouldn’t be so casual about it.”
You pinched his leg under the table, cheeks burning.
“Focus,” you whispered back, but you couldn’t hide your smile.
Jungwon just chuckled quietly, that killer dimple flashing as he turned back to the group and started calmly explaining the next part of the presentation like nothing had changed.
But everything had.
He stayed glued to your side the entire session — refilling your water, handing you pens, occasionally brushing your hair behind your ear. The group just assumed it was normal best-friend behavior.
Only you two knew the truth behind every soft touch and secret glance.
When the group finally wrapped up for the day, Jungwon leaned in again, lips brushing your ear.
“Project’s done. Now can I take my girlfriend home?” His voice dropped teasingly. “I’ll be gentle this time… maybe.”
He gave you that mischievous cat-like smile, waiting for your answer.
You turned to him with a soft laugh, reaching up to gently squeeze his cheek between your fingers. His skin was warm under your touch.
“Alright, alright, baby…” you whispered, voice still a little raspy from last night.
Jungwon’s eyes widened for a split second in surprise, then softened with pure affection. That signature left dimple deepened as he smiled brightly, clearly loving the new pet name in public — even if the group couldn’t hear.
The rest of the group was busy packing up their things, chatting among themselves, completely unaware of the intimate little moment happening right beside them.
Jungwon leaned in closer, his hand still resting on your thigh under the table, and murmured just loud enough for you to hear.
“Say it again later when we’re alone. I like how it sounds coming from my girlfriend.”
You rolled your eyes fondly but couldn’t stop smiling. He helped you gather your things, slinging both your bag and his over his shoulder before offering his hand.
As the two of you walked away from the table, side by side under the late afternoon sun, Jungwon glanced back at the group once and then at you, his expression warm and content.
“Best friends to this… took us long enough,” he said softly, squeezing your hand. “No more pretending.”
You leaned your head against his shoulder as you walked, the floral skirt swaying gently with each step.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “Finally.”
Jungwon pressed a quick, sweet kiss to the top of your head, that playful sparkle still in his eyes.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go home. I still owe you proper aftercare… and maybe round… whatever we’re on now.”
You laughed and squeezed his hand tighter.
The rain from last night was long gone. The sky was clear, and so was everything between you two.
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