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overall, i’m doing fine! life just been a bit boring, (and i am definitely going through my twenties crisis) but apart from that, i’m okay :D
how about you? how have you been?
girl… my problem is not lack of inspiration, i have tooons of ideas, but the moment i sit to type them down on my laptop they just freaking puff 😭i’m so tired lmaooo
and the disinterest and lack of interaction from readers it is certainly NOT helping lol
i’m glad to hear that you are doing fine, it makes me happy 🫂🫶🏼
oh tell me about it, i think i’m also going through a crisis right now… i quit my job bc of toxic management (oh i love being a woman) and i really don’t know what to do with my life, i don’t have a passion or something that makes me thrive so i just exist… it makes me sometimes think that im really a waste of space/oxygen bc i don’t do anything useful or purposeful with my life… so yeah, not fun times (it has been on and off like this since COVID, this period really fucked me up)
i struggle sometimes with finding good ideas but yeah, i have the same problem 😭😭 my ideas are GONE the moment i sit down… i stopped writing a while ago and now whatever i create is either cringe af bc i don’t know anything technical or it’s just shit! but yeah i miss the 2021/2022 tbz tumblr era, it was so good talking with people and our mutuals…
i have some interaction with kpop readers now but it’s still very rare… i read fanfics from other fandom and they’re way more active, even more than the kpop readers back in 2021!!
but that’s just how time is now, we have to live with it 🤷♀️
btw if you want me to proofread something or brainstorm something for a fic, you can always message me, i’d be more than happy to help!!
꒰ PAIRING ꒱ colleague!Sangyeon x fem!reader (corporate world; colleague!au)
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ sangyeon really admires you from afar and respects you. but what happens after you get disrespected at work?
꒰ WORD COUNT ꒱ 7.9k words
꒰ TW ꒱ 18+, reader and Sangyeon are both overworked, reader gets humiliated by her asshole of a boss, the big boss is a misogynist, sex in a public setting (at work), oral (both receiving), fingering, p in v, protected sex (from me, I know, shocking, right?), multiple orgasms (for reader), facial, fluffy end?
꒰ NOTE ꒱ it was supposed to be self-indulged (yeah, the humiliation happened to me but not the rest lol) but since my colleague is now an ass, it's just a basic colleague!au fic! Enjoy!! (I'm gonna ignore the fact that i focused on the wrong colleague at my work since the beginning I'm so dumb)
꒰ REQUESTED ꒱ nope!
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The atmosphere at work was quiet, your tall building staring down at the long queue of commuters stuck in traffic for the past two hours. The only sounds disturbing the silence of your floor were your fingers tiredly typing on the keyboard and the scattered manly voices in the conference room on the other end of the corridor, a meeting dragging on well beyond the originally scheduled end time.
Downing the rest of your now cold cup of coffee, you stood up, heels clicking on the floor as you walked past the conference room, the voice of your colleague and your boss mixing with some unfamiliar ones in a heated discussion.
You sighed, the bright red numbers of the digital clock on the wall showing 21:09, reinforcing the exhaustion in your limbs. You tried your best to relieve your eyes from constantly staring at your computer screen without smudging your mascara, which was not easy. You defeatedly shook your head from side to side as you heard your boss arguing with a client for the nth time tonight, his voice suddenly becoming louder as the conference room’s door swung open.
“Yeah, I’ll look if we have it in the archives room,” you recognised the stressed voice of Sangyeon, your colleague, as he closed the door behind him and walked in the opposite direction of the break room.
Once the dishwasher was loaded, you took the same direction as him, ready to return to your desk to clock out and go home. Your shoes clicked again on the tile flooring, the cold light of the archives room spilling into one of the many sinuous corridors that composed the building.
Peeking inside the room, you noticed Sangyeon’s broad back clad in a tight white shirt, his muscles tensing even more as he was rummaging through a binder for some documents.
“Where the fuck is that document,” you heard him mumble, his head snapping to the side as you knocked on the wooden door, your gesture startling him.
“Do you need help with something?” you kindly asked, slowly making your way towards him.
“Y/N? Why are you still here?” he blinked, a file in his hand.
“I had some contracts to proofread and some international clients to call. Do you need help?”
“Yeah, sort of. Do you know if we ever made our American clients sign a new contract last year? I can’t find it,” you quickly looked at the name of the client on the file that he was carrying and nodded.
“I think we did. But that’s not the right binder. You’re looking through the accounting one, you should look through the administrative one,” turning around, Sangyeon watched you crouch down to get the right binder, his eyes remaining a second too long on your ass, your curves enhanced by your tight pencil skirt.
Setting down the binder in front of you, Sangyeon’s figure towering over your shoulder, eyes trying to read the documents you were rapidly skimming through, your hands abruptly stopping and opening the folder once you found what you were looking for.
“Here, it should be that one,” you mumbled and handed him the confidential document with a smile.
“You’re a lifesaver Y/N, I hope you know that,” he pointed a gentle finger in your direction as he walked backwards, a smile decorating his lips as he went back inside the conference room.
Feeling nice enough to help your poor, stressed colleague, you gathered all the papers he got out of the binder and put them back in their initial spots before locking the archives room.
You had just finished cleaning your desk and prepared your to-do list for the next day when you heard your boss thanking the clients, the voices slowly going to the elevators before disappearing. A frown appeared as you heard the coffee machine in the break room run again.
“Don’t you think it’s a little late to drink another coffee? You’re going to have a heart attack at this rate,” you rested your handbag on the kitchen counter, your remark startling Sangyeon as his drained gaze was fixated on the black liquid dropping into his cup.
“You’re going to give me a heart attack if you keep appearing behind or next to me so suddenly,” he managed to joke and you giggle, a small smile appearing on your face.
His gaze dropped a second on your pretty mouth before going back to look you straight in the eyes.
“Thank you for your help, by the way,” he mumbled, playing with the spoon he had in hand.
“It’s fine, I thought I could help since they were my clients before he arrived and changed everything.”
A new boss meant a restructuring of the different clients and cases between colleagues. Your boss thought you weren’t efficient enough to deal with those people, so he decided to give you some other clients to deal with and let Sangyeon take care of everything.
“I don’t know why he gave them to me,” he stated, dropping a spoonful of sugar in his coffee, “they keep complaining and want you to be in charge again.”
“You should tell them that you are competent enough to take care of their files and will do your best to fulfil the assigned tasks,” you simply shrugged, feeling a rush of pride in your chest at how the clients wanted you instead of Sangyeon as a professional.
“You should really stop with this and maybe go home to wind down,” you pointed at the coffee he had almost finished drinking since you started talking, “it’s not good for you to consume this much caffeine and stay behind this late.”
He shrugged, taking his last sip.
“I don’t have anyone or anything waiting for me at home so it’s better if I just work as much as I can,” you shook your head at his words and patted your blazer, realising that you had forgotten your phone on its charging station on your desk.
“Well I’m exhausted, so I’m going home. See you tomorrow ?” you suggested with a smile, and he nodded, mumbling a small ‘good night’ as his eyes followed the way your hips swayed as you made your way to the elevators.
Your colleague sat back down at his desk, his now empty cup in hand. He stared at the document in front of him, his mind filled with the pretty smiles that you gave him and how tight your skirt was around your ass and hips.
He groaned, shifting in his office seat as heat rushed down his pants. You were so nice and pretty, always ready to help anyone with a smile on your face, your intelligence and patience striking him.
His heart hammered hard in his chest, not knowing if it was because of the desire he felt for you or the 9 cups of coffee he had throughout the day.
The poor man was stressed, to say the least. Every employee was overworked in the office, but your boss being the misogynist king he is, thought that men could handle the pressure better and gave them all the important clients that were once managed by female colleagues.
Genius move, right?
Sangyeon sighed deeply.
Right now, if a genie granted him three wishes, one of them would be to lay on your couch, his face pressed against your chest as your hands would caress his back and massage his head to help him relax. He craved to feel your steady heartbeat against his cheek, your sweet fragrance and fruity shower gel invading his nostrils.
He sighed in contentment at the thought, abruptly shaking his head and slapping his cheeks, trying to get himself out of this lustful reverie.
“Focus, bro,” he mumbled to himself.
He was at work, it was not the time nor the place to have those kinds of thoughts.
Sangyeon tried everything to get you out of his mind, but it was impossible; when he would start reading the contract, he would think of how, a few hours prior, you offered him your help in a heartbeat, your bright smile shone in only his direction and how you were concerned about his unhealthy caffeine consumption. He loved the attention, more than he was willing to admit, but it felt so inappropriate to crush on his own colleague.
Yet, Sangyeon couldn’t get you out of his head. He was always attentively listening when you were giving him advice, presenting things in meetings, and always here to help when you were carrying boxes of paper to restock your printer or heavy binders to a meeting. Always thanking him with a bright smile or complimenting him on his strength and generosity.
He cursed himself as his dick was now painfully hard in his pants, urging him to let it free. Sangyeon deeply sighed, pondering whether what he was about to do was a good idea.
“Fuck it,” he mumbled to himself and unbuckled his belt, dragging his office pants and boxers to the middle of his thigh, his dick finally springing free from the restraining undergarments. He deeply exhaled when his hand wrapped around his length, resting his head on his chair and closing his eyes. It twitched in his hold as he gave it a tight squeeze, grunting and hissing at the feeling.
Sangyeon thickly swallowed the embarrassment that pumped through his veins at how fast you appeared in his mind. He pursed his lips to stifle a moan, a very vivid image of you on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes as you teased the leaking tip of his cock.
“Fuck… Y/N,” he embarrassingly muttered your name in a staggered breath, his rushed hand not faltering in its fast strokes.
He adjusted himself in his seat, lowering the right armrest with his free hand to rest in a more comfortable position to keep his little business going.
Precum was oozing from the tip, giving Sangyeon an easier glide up and down his shaft. The pace he set was now agonisingly slow, mimicking the rhythm that you would probably use if you were sucking him off.
The images were really vibrant in his mind, he knew that he was about to come like he never did before. No matter the porn movie he watched or the ex-girlfriend he fucked in the past, they would probably never give him such a strong orgasm as the mere idea of you, on your knees, with his cock in your pretty mouth, would.
“Oh my god,” Sangyeon's voice was breathy, his face twisting in pleasure as his hips bucked in the air, his fist picking up the pace, squeezing his length as if it were your hand.
He swallowed thickly, preventing himself from moaning your name a second time. He was so aroused by his thoughts, yet ashamed of them, never having thought of a colleague this way.
“Y/N… keep going, I’m gonna cum,” he mumbled under his breath, his words sending warmth to his cock.
He wanted to cum so bad, but his exhausted brain was not enough for him to orgasm. Sangyeon had automatically switched to the same usual rhythm he uses when he touches himself at home and always needed long minutes before reaching his high.
That’s when he closed his eyes, again, and stopped his movement for a brief second. His mind focused on your voice, your smile, how sweet you sound when you say his name, how that time you touched his arm as you laughed at his dumb joke…
… how pretty you would look with your legs on his shoulders, your hands gripping his biceps, prettily moaning his name as he would sliding his cock in and out of you?
It was as if his imagination had gathered just enough strength to send him the dirtiest thought he could ever imagine to cum. His cock twitched hard in his hold, a warm wave of relief washing over him as he came all over his hand and shirt, not fast enough to move it upward to avoid staining it. He swore and groaned your name, body twitching in overstimulation when the images lingered in his mind, the thought of painting your face with his seeds close to make him cum a second time in a matter of seconds.
Sangyeon cursed himself for being such a horny idiot, ashamed of the whole situation when he realised the mess he created; the sleeve and bottom part of his shirt were stained with droplets of cum, sprinkled too high for him to be able to tuck and hide it in his pants or under his blazer.
He rushed to the bathroom, washed his hands and grabbed some toilet paper in an attempt to clean the stains on his clothes. He grumbled in annoyance when the stains only grew bigger, giving up and rushing back to his desk. What would have happened if his boss had forgotten something or worse, you witnessed him fantasizing about getting his way with you?
Fortunately, he found the spare t-shirt he kept in case he wanted to go for a run with other colleagues. He put it on, tossed his dirty shirt in his bag and clocked out, driving home with your face in his mind.
The next day, you decided to come to work around 9am, wanting to compensate for the fact that you stayed behind late last night. You waved at Sangyeon with a cute smile when you saw him already sitting at his desk, clearly oblivious to what happened in his office after you had left.
The early birds were already drinking a cup of coffee in the break room when you entered to make yourself a cup of tea. Greeting all of them and chatting with some, Sangyeon appeared right after you, trying to talk to you, but you didn’t notice it.
You slightly frowned when you heard a deep, masculine voice and loud clapping, Sangyeon’s face twisting in discomfort.
“Look how finally decided to show up! Goldilocks, aka Y/N!” your boss exclaimed, rubbing his hands together, a vicious smile decorating his face.
You didn’t like where this was going. At all.
Since Sangyeon was standing between the two of you, your boss stepped to the side to stare at you. The break room went dead silent, some hiding their laughs by sipping on their beverage while others were as surprised as you were.
“Yes?” you calmly replied, dropping your tea bag in your cup.
“Do you think that 9am is a normal time to come to work ?”
“Well, yes, after last nig-“
“Listen,” he cut you, voice becoming menacing, “I don’t care at what time you went home. It could be 6pm or midnight, I do not care. What matters to me is that you play Goldilocks and wake up whenever you want to, just because you feel like it or you’re “tired”. Everyone is tired and overworked, it’s normal in our field, but I have a business to run, okay? We are not here – especially not my lovely Anastasia at the front desk – to take your stupid little phone calls from your stupid little clients when you are not here because you’re playing Sleeping Beauty. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth, or do I need to repeat myself?” he asked, his condescending tone making your blood boil.
“Understood.” You muttered through gritted teeth, hand clutching on your tea cup, resisting the urge to throw the boiling liquid at his face in front of everyone.
This new boss was one particular character. He loved to humiliate people, especially women as if it turned him on. He was only sweet with Anastasia from the front desk, you wondered with your other female colleagues if it was her breast implants that were draining the kindness out of his cock him that he no longer had sympathy for the rest of the women in the office.
You exited the break room as he sat down at a table, acting as if he didn’t just humiliate one of his employees in front of the rest of the floor. Heart hammering in your chest and cheeks on fire, the tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes, but you managed to keep them in for the rest of the day, despite the constant appearances of your boss in your office.
His words: he wanted to make sure that Goldilocks hadn’t fallen asleep on her desk, and if she was working properly.
Wonderful. The day was going to be long.
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5:30pm was the time you wanted to leave to go to the gym for a workout to wind down.
“Y/N? I’m glad you are still there,” your boss said as he invited himself next to you at your desk. You deeply breathed in and stood up, gathering some documents you were working on before putting them in a folder.
“Well, make it quick, I was about to leave. I have a private appointment to attend,” you lied, putting the folder away in your drawer.
“Not so fast,” he said, preventing you from taking your purse, “I need you to proofread this contract before our meeting tomorrow.”
“I don’t have a meeting tomorrow with you,” you spat, knowing your calendar per heart.
“Well, Monica wasn’t feeling so well this afternoon, so she went home and texted me that she forgot to do it. You’re efficient Y/N, I need this done before tomorrow, okay?” he patted you on the shoulder and you took a step back, wanting to defend yourself, but he had already put the file on your desk with such force that you knew that you would be in big trouble if you didn’t do it.
When he closed the door, your eyes turned glossy, your hand frantically searching your purse for a tissue. Your eyes overflooded, your mascara running down your cheeks as you muted your sobs as best as possible. You didn’t want to attract pity from your colleagues as they walked by.
Sadly for you, Sangyeon happened to pass by and saw through the glass that you were crying. He knocked and softly opened the wooden door, head peeking through.
“Are you okay Y/N?” he asked, his gentle tone making your tears double despite your desperate attempts at keeping them in.
“Yeah, I am,” you lied, wiping your tears with your wet tissue, and throwing it in the trash to take another one as it was already drenched and covered in mascara.
“Don’t lie to me,” Sangyeon rested his binder on your desk, noticing the new file in front of you.
“Is it because of the boss?” you nodded and breathed in, sniffing before entering your password to unlock your computer, again.
“It’s starting to become too much,” you muttered, voice wavering because of the sobs that threatened to escape your mouth, “I can’t stand him and his unfairness anymore.”
“I understand,” you shook your head.
“No, you don’t,” you retorted, making Sangyeon frown. “You don’t understand, he will never treat you like this because you’re a man,” your hand shook as you clicked on some icons on your computer, trying your best to ignore Sangyeon’s pitiful eyes looking at you, “I’m not an inflatable doll with fake implants and Botox lips that laughs at his not-funny jokes, so he hates me and treats me like this.”
Silence filled your office, Sangyeon awkwardly cleared his throat.
“I don’t think it’s because of this,” he argued, and you looked up at him, eyes sending daggers as you stood up.
“Oh yeah? What is it, then?” you questioned, crossing your arms on your chest.
Sangyeon had to force himself not to get distracted by your breasts – that he found perfect, by the way, not fake like Anastasia’s or Monica’s –, resting his hand on the tall chest of drawers behind you.
“If you are here to tell me that it is because of female sensitivity and my hormones, you can go-”
“Y/N, no,” Sangyeon interrupted you by shaking his head, amused by the silliness of your words, “I don’t think it has to do with your appearance or the fact that you are a woman,” he stopped for a second, “I think he sees you as a threat.”
“A threat?” you confusedly retorted, surprised by his words, “how?”
“I mean, yeah! You are an intelligent, clever, quick-thinking woman. You know so much about the firm, the clients, their habits and our strategies. He still doesn’t know all of this despite him being our boss for more than a year now.”
“Well, if he stopped swooning over Anastasia and Monica, maybe he would know all of this as well!” you exclaimed, frustrated, and Sangyeon smiled, a hand gently rubbing your shoulder as a sign of comfort.
“You know damn well that it’s absolutely not his priority,” he whispered and you heavily sighed, shaking your head from side to side, “maybe he’s trying to push your buttons to make you quit, so you no longer put him in the shade.”
“Well, it’s kind of working,” you mumbled, voice wavering, feeling the tears gather again in your eyes.
“Hey, hey, don’t think like that,” Sangyeon took a step closer, grabbing your face between his hands, the gesture startling you, yet you didn’t step away. His palms were gentle and soft, loving how – despite their warmth – they managed to cool down your burning cheeks.
“He’s not worthy of your tears, do you know that? He doesn’t care if you cry because of him, the only thing that matters to him is if Anastasia will suck his dick at lunch.”
You giggled and his face broke into a smile, proud of his joke, his thumb wiping a strand tear that managed to fall from your eye while laughing.
“I like it better when you smile,” he mumbled and you felt your cheeks heating up, looking down as he took a step back, already missing his hands on your face.
“Come on,” he grabbed his binder again, gesturing to you with the head to follow him, “let’s grab a coffee before tackling this case, okay?”
While you walked back to your desk after having said coffee with your colleague, Sangyeon sat at his, not believing that he managed to touch you without getting a boner. When he saw you cry out of exhaustion behind your computer, he was tempted to drop everything and go fist his boss’ collar to give him a piece of his mind about how he treated you, but he thought it was better – for the two of you – to check on you.
When Sangyeon’s head peeked again through the doorframe a few hours later, you were about halfway done, struggling with the little work Monica had done over the months for this client.
“How is it going?” he asked, and you huffed, taking your head between your hands. The clock was closed to reach 9pm and you were nowhere near to go home.
“Monica barely did anything. Even if I stayed the whole night, I would not be able to fully proofread it. Important documents are missing, I don’t know who she called, or to whom she sent emails, it’s just a lost cause,” you desperately mumbled, Sangyeon entered your office before closing the door behind him.
Your desk lamp was killing your eyes as you showed Sangyeon some data on your computer, hoping he would come up with a solution that you were too tired to think of. His hand was resting on your desk, the other on your chair, close to your shoulder.
“Sadly you’re right, it’s a lost cause,” he crossed his arms on his broad chest, negatively shaking his head. You sighed and saved your progress, standing up. Being exhausted and on heels was not a good combo, making you lose your balance.
Sangyeon was quick to catch your forearm, preventing you from falling.
“Thank you,” you cleared your throat and straightened your shirt, blinking a few times, “you’re quite reactive at 9pm after a whole working day,” you joked, and he smiled.
“That’s probably all the coffees I drink,” he joked back, his fingers still gently yet securely wrapped around your wrist.
Your eyes lingered on your shared physical touch, slowly looking up at your colleague. He remained silent, his eyes falling to your lips for a brief second before coming back to your eyes.
Hesitant, Sangyeon brought his free hand to your face, replacing a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture warmed up your body, feeling the goosebumps on the forearm he was still holding.
You were positively responding to his touch.
And he loved it.
Much to your dismay, he retracted his hand, and you looked to the side, his palms now on your shoulders. You had to stifle a moan and prevent your eyes from rolling at the back of your head when Sangyeon positioned himself behind you, his thumbs pressing on the tight knots between your shoulder blades. Inhaling deeply, enjoying the relief, your head lolled to the side and rested against his chest.
You were letting your guard down, an amazing opportunity for Sangyeon to step in.
You audibly gasped and grabbed his hand when you felt his warm lips on the side of your neck, gently kissing and nipping on the skin.
“Sangyeon,” you breathed, fingers flying to his hair, the tension on your shoulders slowly subsiding.
“Mh?” he hummed, too busy kissing your neck to answer you properly. The mere whisper of his name was enough to send electricity through his veins.
“What are you doing? What if someone passes by?” you worriedly asked, dropping your hand from his hair as realisation suddenly hit you.
A bit of self-control would be nice, Y/N. You were at work, damn it, not in a private setting.
“We’re alone in the office, don’t worry,” he mumbled against your warm skin, humming the remaining scent of your perfume, “the janitor already left, you don’t have to worry about anything.”
His voice was low, reassuring, making you give in. Sangyeon wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing your back flush against his chest as he continued to kiss your neck gently.
But his actions had riled you to the point that you could no longer content yourself with only neck kisses and a back hug. You needed more of him, his attentive and caring attitude did little to nothing to tame the growing crush that you had on him since he started at the firm.
Turning around in his hold, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips on his in a fierce kiss. Sangyeon hummed in surprise against your kiss but immediately gave in, his hands resting on your hips, drawing circles with his thumbs on your skirt. Your hands explored his broad, clad back, getting wetter at how well you could feel his muscles under the fabric.
“I need you,” you managed to mumble as you pulled away, Sangyeon’s hand travelling from your hips to your neck at your words, pulling you into another kiss that was way more intense and rushed than the previous one.
Tongues fought for dominance, teeth clashed and collided against one another, hands became adventurous, and the atmosphere suddenly changed in your office as you let desire and need replace the despair and exhaustion you both felt.
Sangyeon’s hands came back to your lower back, gently tucking away the shirt from your skirt, sneaking under the fabric to feel your warm skin. You could tell that he wanted more, so you took one of his hands in yours and made it land on your ass, feeling Sangyeon smile into the kiss and give it a harsh slap. The sting was delicious, making you whine and bite his lower lip when he did it again.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to get this close to you,” Sangyeon pulled away, his warm breath hitting your lips, his fingers unzipping the back of your pencil skirt.
“Are you serious? I never thought a guy like you would be interested in me,” you admitted, unbuttoning his office shirt.
“I mean, how could I not be? You’re gorgeous, intelligent, so nice and always so damn helpful,” he effortlessly sat you on your desk, your heels falling from your feet in the process, punctuating each compliment with a kiss, slowly making his way to the valley of your breasts.
“Have you seen our female colleagues? I wouldn’t even be surprised if I got picked last,” you mumbled and Sangyeon scoffed, slapping the side of your hip, close to your ass.
“Enough with the negative self-talk,” he grunted, his arms on either side of you to look at you deep in the eyes. “Now, will the prettiest girl in this office let me remove her shirt to show her how enough and how beautiful she is to me?” you couldn’t help but giggle, face warming up at his silly request.
Sangyeon wasted no time and undid your shirt buttons, taking in the sight of your breasts covered in a beautiful, white lace bra.
“Gorgeous,” he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your breast, shivers exploding in your chest. You were ready to unclasp it, but Sangyeon stopped you, wanting to admire them a few seconds more before allowing you to drop your bra on your keyboard.
The imprint of his hard cock was apparent in his office pants, your hand reaching to touch it as he was caressing your chest. Sangyeon moaned, mouth diving to suck on one of your nipples, his other hand playing with the other, teasing and squeezing the soft flesh.
“Sangyeon please, don’t stop,” you breathed, spreading your legs to invite him in, which he immediately did, your core pressed flush against his lower abdomen. You whined and fisted his hair, keeping him close as you felt his dick press against your stomach, Sangyeon grunting against your nipple at your tug.
“You have such pretty breasts,” he mumbled, his tongue giving your nipples one last flicker before his mouth went lower. You whined as you felt warmth pool in your panties, Sangyeon busy grabbing your legs and spreading them apart.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered, taking your body in, “spread them nice and wide for me.”
Once he was kissing the lace of your underwear, he looked up, silently asking for your consent to go further. You took a deep breath and nodded, suddenly acknowledging what was happening.
You were going to fuck your colleague.
Were you scared? No. Impatient? Hell yes. Excited? More than anyone could imagine.
Your boss and his stupid to-proofread contract were long forgotten, Sangyeon’s hands and mouth doing wonders to get your head off of everything. It was even more effective than a workout session at the gym.
The tearing of your tights got you out of your thoughts, watching Sangyeon smirk as he toyed with your undergarments, pressing a digit on the wet patch as he kissed the inner part of your thighs.
“I can’t believe you are already this wet for me and I barely did anything,” you embarrassingly looked away, and he pulled the damp panties to the side, taking in how beautiful your pussy was.
“So pretty,” he mumbled and you clenched around nothing at his praise, Sangyeon’s hands wrapping around your thighs as he wasted no time and dove his tongue between your folds.
“Sangyeon!” you exclaimed, a hand flying to your mouth at how loudly you yelled his name. Sangyeon was chuckling between your legs, loving how sensitive you were for him.
Your hand flew to his hair as you moaned out his name, feeling his tongue reaching parts between your folds that you never knew existed. His nose teased your clit, making your heart hammer in your chest faster. He was so good at eating you out, that you started to wonder if he had lots of experience to be this good.
Sangyeon’s tongue prevented you from wandering too deep in your thoughts as it focused on your most sensitive parts, making you cry out his name when you felt two fingers tease your glistering slit.
“Please Sangyeon,” you begged and he hummed against your pussy, gently inserting two fingers inside you. The stretch felt so good, his digits searching for your sweet spot each time he rutted them inside you. After a few strokes, when he realised that he had found it – thanks to a strangled moan falling from your pretty lips –, he focused on it like he was on a mission.
“Do I make you feel good, my pretty girl?” he asked from between your legs, his warm breath hitting your folds, his fingers still going in and out of you as he teasingly licked your clit.
“Y-Yeah, fuck!” you cried in a high-pitched moan, Sangyeon maintaining eye contact as the squelching sound of your pussy filled the silence, your hips bucking up against his mouth as his cock hardened at your helplessness.
Removing his digits for a short moment, you whined from the emptiness. You heard a zip but paid no mind to it, too lost in your own pleasure to care.
Sangyeon, now on his knees in front of you, had reached for his cock in his pants, stroking his shaft with his hand coated in your juices, your moans only increasing the lust he felt for you.
“Fuck Sangyeon, I’m so close,” you mumbled, hands gripping the edge of the desk, a foot resting on your desk while your other leg was resting on his shoulder, granting him more access to your core.
“Cum for me, baby. I wanna see how beautiful you look coming on my tongue,” he whispered while kissing the top of your pussy, right above your clit, before diving back to make you cum. He abandoned his hard cock to trigger your g-spot again, your cries indicating to him that you were close to reaching your high.
And it didn’t disappoint. In a loud cry of his name, your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. Your core squeezed his fingers, barely letting him move them inside you and your legs shook around him, your face contorting in pleasure as you fisted his hair, keeping him close to your pussy. He lapped at your juices like a starved man, his fingers teasing your clit to make you fully ride your orgasm.
“Sangyeon,” you moaned out of breath as he proudly looked at his glistening fingers. Your nipples hardened at the sight of a satisfied Sangyeon licking his digits with a smile as if he had just finished eating a tasteful dessert.
“You’re so pretty when you cum, you know that?” he asked while helping you sit up as you had laid down on your desk while orgasming, letting you finish unbuttoning his shirt and push it off his broad shoulders.
He kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself as your tongues waltzed together, your arms wrapping around his neck, caressing his shoulders as you were still weak from your orgasm.
“And you look so handsome when you’re eating me out, you know that?” you imitated him and he smiled, his mouth parting against yours in a breathy sigh as you reached for his cock in between your bodies.
It was even better than he had imagined the day before. It felt different than his hand, he even dared to say it felt way better. You used your two hands to stroke his shaft, one of them sometimes teasing his balls.
While looking at him, you gently spat into your palm before bringing it to his cock, Sangyeon throwing his head back at the sight.
“It feels so good, Y/N, keep going please,” you smiled, blushing at his praise, loving how handsome he looked and how hot he sounded while grunting and bucking his hips in your hand. The tip of his cock was angry, red, precum leaking from the tip as it mixed with your spit.
You quickened your pace just to tease him, only for Sangyeon to grab your wrist to slow you down.
“Stop, stop darling, I wanna last,” he chuckled before kissing you, pulling you to him. Your breasts were pressed flush against his chest, loving how warm his skin felt against your hard nipples.
“Do we have condoms?” he mumbled against your lips, and you thought about it for a second, quickly getting your sanitary pouch from your purse.
“We can still get one in Anastasias’ drawer if this one is expired,” you mumbled as Sangyeon studied it, ripping it open once he saw it was still up to date.
“No need,” Sangyeon smirked and rolled it down his shaft, throwing the wrapping next to your bra as your core clenched around the sight of his member.
Leaning on your elbows, you watched him and smiled, admiring the view his broad shoulders and abs were offering you. He did the same with you, checking your breasts and pretty face out while stroking his cock.
“I think we both like what we see, right?” you giggled, and he nodded, leaning forward to kiss you on the lips, to which you immediately responded. His cock rested against your stomach, your heart skipping a beat at how big he was.
Slightly pulling away, Sangyeon rested his forehead against yours, tapping and sliding his cock a few times against your wet core, a prominent vein deliciously grazing against your clit. You whimpered at the jolts of electricity it sent in your body, your fingers clutching his shoulders as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.
“Oh my god baby, you’re so tight,” he grunted, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth as you tried to keep looking deep in his brown orbits, but to no avail.
He was about halfway in, the stretch making you throw your head back, arms weakening under the weight of the pleasure Sangyeon was giving you. You moaned out his name, feeling full as his hips rested against your thighs.
Both out of breath at the new sensation, he gently grabbed you by the throat to press his lips against yours, your hands flying to his hair to prevent you from falling back on your desk.
“You’re so big,” you groaned and he smirked, two of his digits pushing your lips apart to let your tongue coat them in spit before bringing them down where your bodies met, teasing your clit in sharp circles.
“Shit, you feel so good, Y/N,” he muttered, getting lost in the warmth your pussy was engulfing his cock bit by bit till he was flushed against you.
“Move, please,” he obliged, sliding his cock in and out of you at a steady pace. Your breasts bounced at each thrust, Sangyeon’s mouth diving to litter them with love bites.
Your moans filled your closed office, your nails scratching the skin of his shoulders as Sangyeon’s mouth continued its assault on your breasts. He picked up the pace, hand still steady around your throat to prevent you from squirming too much, making sure you stared into his eyes. High-pitched moans of his name fell from your lips, brows furrowing in pleasure as his dick brushed nonstop against all the spots that made you see stars, the reduction of oxygen increasing your blissful state.
“Does that feel good, Y/N?” he breathlessly asked, his hands leaving your throat to travel up and down your body, mouth vividly kissing every inch of your skin. You whined, head clouded with the feeling of his dick throbbing into you, addictingly rubbing against your soft walls that wanted to trap him forever.
He wouldn’t mind, though.
“Fuck, yeah it does,” you managed to mutter, your words being cut by the noises of Sangyeon’s hips harshly colliding against your thighs.
Sangyeon looked down, his dick twitching at how it disappeared inside your core. He enjoyed the sight, rubbing circles on your clit. The little whimpers of pleasure you were trying to stifle only encouraged him to keep going, wanting to hear again how pretty you sounded when you cum.
He briefly stilled inside you, grabbing one of your legs and lifting it on his shoulder, kissing your tight-covered ankle. The new angle allowed him to reach deeper and further into you, his free hand grabbing you by the back of your head to prevent you from falling as your nails dug dents into the skin of his forearms you were clutching onto in utter pleasure.
“Sangyeon, please,” you begged in a cry, eyes imploring god knows what. He kissed your lips to silence you, hand gently stroking your cheek. “I’m so close,” you whispered when he pulled away, chest deeply heaving as Sangyeon picked up the pace.
Your body started feeling hot, indicating that you were closer to your release. Sangyeon felt you clench hard around his cock, giving him the signal as well, your moans increasing in volume as his hand came back in contact with your clit, rubbing it and gently slapping it to bring you closer to your peak.
“Come for me beautiful, let it all go around me,” he mumbled against your lips before capturing them in a quick kiss, his thrusts intensifying in sharpness, the new pace sending you over the edge in a loud scream of pleasure. His name and profanities fell off your lips as your legs shook, Sangyeon now gently sliding his cock in and out of you, enjoying with a smile the beautiful sight that it was to see you cum around him.
When you came back to your senses, still sensitive from your intense orgasm, you felt a mouth kissing the warm skin from one collarbone to another, warm hands on your hips.
“You’re so beautiful when you cum, Y/N,” he breathed against your chest, your hand pushing some strands of hair away from his eyes.
“You already said that,” you giggled, and he chuckled, gently biting your earlobe, and making you squeal.
“I know, I just can’t get enough of it,” he whispered, pressing his lips to yours in a delicate kiss.
You got lost in the kiss for a brief moment, before realising something.
“Did you cum?” you questioned, hand resting on his cheek.
“It’s okay, you needed it more than-“
You sat up and kissed him, seizing the opportunity of him being distracted with your kiss to push him into your office chair, dropping to your knees.
Your tights did little to no job of shielding your knees from the cold tile flooring, but you didn’t care. You had orgasmed twice in one night, the least you could do was lend him a hand – or your mouth – to help him reach his peak as well.
When Sangyeon looked down, he almost came just by seeing you on your knees in front of him. In a swift motion, you ripped away the condom from his hard length, your hand at the base of it while you kissed your way up to the tip.
“Y/N, please don’t tease me,” Sangyeon gripped the armrests, and you smiled, your mouth wrapping around his cock, your tongue curling slowly around it, taking him in as best as you could.
Spit rolled down his length, your hand stroking what couldn’t fit in your mouth. His hips bucked, making you gag, your colleague whispering a soft apology as you pulled away, a string of saliva linking your pretty lips to his cock, thumb pressing on the prominent vein wrapped around his length.
You looked up at him with lustful eyes, hollowing your cheeks, teasing the slit and sucking around the tip like you would do with a lollipop, making Sangyeon shudder in pleasure.
Without warning, your mouth swallowed his cock, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat and its weight on your tongue, his balls heavy in your palm. You stroked the wrinkly skin, earning a low grunt from Sangyeon as you kept on bobbing your head up and down.
“Oh yeah, Y/N, keep going. You're really good at this- fuck!” Sangyeon whispered, his fantasy slowly becoming a reality. His face distorted in pleasure looked down, your eyes meeting as you kept pleasuring him. He threw his head back, his hands landing in your hair as he gathered it in a messy ponytail, wanting to keep seeing your pretty face as you sucked him off.
Your jaw started hurting, like your knees, but you kept going, wanting to satisfy him as best as he satisfied you. He would never tell you, but just the fact that you let him kiss you and touch would have already been enough for him. But now, Sangyeon was not going to complain to have his dick deep in your mouth, just like he had imagined it the night before.
The moans you let out while he was fucking you came back to his mind, adding another source of pleasure to your mouth wrapped around his cock. He felt his high coming and you did too, his girthy length in your mouth slightly increasing, urging you to pick up the pace.
“Y/N, keep going, ohhh fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!” he warned, and you pulled away, wrapping your hand around it, keeping the same steady pace.
Sangyeon swiftly removed your hand to stroke himself, his other free hand grabbing your chin to prevent you from moving. You drew your tongue out and that was the last straw; thick, white ropes of cum landed on your face and dropped to your chest in the following second, your name escaping from Sangyeon’s lips in heavy sighs.
Getting back on your feet, you smiled at him, sitting on his lap. He slightly shuddered as your core grazed against his still-sensitive cock, his chest heaving at the force of his release.
“Thank you,” you timidly mumbled and he smiled, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.
The lust had died down, the atmosphere now becoming soft and quiet, the stillness of the night engulfing you in a warm hug.
“You don’t have to thank me for nothing,” he mumbled, wrapping an arm around you as he slid the chair closer to your desk, grabbing a few tissues to clean your chest and chin.
“I could thank you for plenty-“
“You don’t have to. I did it because I like you, okay?” Sangyeon mumbled and it was your turn to smile, goosebumps rising on your skin as he kissed your collarbone.
“Let’s call in sick tomorrow,” he proposed, and you gasped, ready to protest, “I wanna take you out properly.”
“But the meeting-”
“Fuck the boss and his fucking meeting. He can deal with the work on his own,” Sangyeon grunted, looking at you with tender eyes as you tamed the strands of his hair that you tugged on.
“I’m scared that he will humiliate me again because I didn’t do the work he asked me for,” you confessed, taking a deep breath. Sangyeon’s hands cupped your face, forcing you to look at him.
“He'll hear from me if he makes another inappropriate comment to you in front of everyone. Let me drive you home now,” he answered, kissing your lips before letting you slide off his lap to get dressed.
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tags: witch x vampire au, forbidden love au, lovers to enemies (sort of) to lovers au, y/n’s lowkey and ice queen. [smut tags] soft dom jacob, sub reader, dry humping, lots of tongue kissing, lip biting, oral sex (fem receiving), nipple stimulation, marking w the intention of claiming, temperature play (bits of only), penetrative sex, no protection, creampie, neck biting (!!)
warnings: mentions of blood, vampire biting (y/n received lip and neck bites — she is not going to convert though), mentions of wounds (jacob gets in a fight lol not detailed), cursing, calling jacob an idiot (not out loud though), reader’s bitter and angry and slut shames someone named charlotte (lmao im sorry). she’s lowkey a hater… but self conscious too lol - brief mentions of being burned alive and problematic parents </3. threatening.
[author's note] oh my god, i am so sorry for the late update, we literally have finished october and i still haven’t finished posting all the chapters of cobtober )’: honestly i don’t even know if i should keep this project going or not lol for this one story i changed the plot like fifth times bc i genuinely had so many ideas and i fear i didn’t choose the coolest one… sigh. anyway, thank so much to my fellow coblovers who have been supportive of this project of mine (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ you guys deserve all the best ♡
As you walk, the heels of your boots on cobblestone resonate against the walls of the houses you pass. The poorly lit street is deserted, the clock about to strike midnight. Up in the sky, you can see a few twinkling stars, the show stealer? The enormous, round, full moon casting its white light on the village. Faint in the background, you can occasionally hear the hooting of owls claiming their territory along with the skin-crawling howl of the wild wolves lost among the flora of the forest that surrounds the village.
Framing your face is the hood of your velvet cloak, with a straight posture and blank expression, but knotted guts, you head to the village church.
This afternoon, at your door a letter was left. On it nothing was written other than - "at midnight come to the church, otherwise your secret will be revealed... daughter of the moon”. After having read the message, short but concise, your temperature dropped and your chest tightened as a wave of fear invaded your being. All these years being part of a hidden society called “Daughters of the Moon”, a society in which women of different ages gifted with the power of healing help people in need in exchange for silence (in the name of protecting said society), you have feared, all members do as (most) villagers are known for hating on witchcraft and wizardry, but until today, nothing alike had happened. You, nor any of your sisters, have ever been threatened.
The fact that the moon is up and so bright tonight brings a sense of calmness to you, its light feels like a warm mantle of protection over your shoulders - ready to guard you from any harm meant to your person - Before turning the corner to head to the back of the church you stop to look up at the sky, taking a deep breath to your pounding heart.
Leaning against the back door of the modestly constructed church is a man you know too well, dressed in all black, dark wavy hair ruffled and falling over his forehead giving him a carefree look. The silver jewelry adorning different parts of his body, nose, ears, fingers, neck and wrist, a reminder to everyone that he’s immune to things his kind normally wouldn't be. A reminder not to mess with him.
And, a desperate attempt to show dominance and power he doesn’t really have.
Your gut twists at the mere sight of his silhouette, but this time the feeling is anger not fear, a snort comes out of your nose as you stop your steps abruptly. Your shoulders drop-down in annoyance, but also in relief. You feel relieved that it's him and not someone else - although that's something you'll never consciously accept. Ultimately, you'd rather deal with an idiot than with someone who actually does have a heart rotten by darkness and is willing to cause hurt and chaos without any remorse.
Although childish, you roll your eyes as soon as you catch a glimpse of his smug grin -that of a confident idiot, an idiot so full of himself that believes he has control of the world in the palm of his hand, an idiot who- ugh. “What a m-mother… bloodsucker,” you said under your breath through gritted teeth, turning your head to the left to take a small break from looking at his face and dark seductive eyes.
"I'm glad you're happy to see me, sweetness." He said in a teasing tone as he started walking down the steps at the feet of the church’s door.
Before he can reach you, you dryly ask, “What do you want?” Your gaze that expresses boredom and disinterest fixed on his that reflects the opposite.
“I’m in desperate need of your exceptional talents.” You scoff. His smugness getting on your nerves.
“You know I’m not the only witch in town, right?” Defensively you questioned him. “Actually, why don't you go and ask Charlotte?" No matter how hard you tried to contain the comment, you couldn't. Just as you couldn't contain the next one either, “I bet she will gladly help you, just like she helped you months ago by spreading her legs.” Annoyed, but this time with no one but you for having let yourself be carried away by your emotions and bitterness, you close your eyes and exhale loudly. “I don’t have time for your nonsense,” making a dismissive gesture with your hand as you’re already turning around, you try to walk away.
In an unexpected action, the man tightly grabs your wrist and pulls to turn you back around so that you are facing him again. Your eyes widen in surprise the moment your brain processes how close your faces are, his fingers around your wrist cold against your skin.
“One,” with a blank expression he starts to list his points to share, “You called it quits, not me.” Your chest tightens at the remark, your heart squeezes. “Two, don't forget who I am and what I can do, love,” he threatens in a non-direct way, voice so gentle yet so cold, his gaze softening when he says. “And three… no one is as good as you." In a moment of weakness, his free hand dares to come up to let the back of his knuckles caress the apple of your cheek. The gesture makes your shiver, fluttering butterflies in your belly, yet you remain as calm as the dead sea.
Choosing to ignore his last comment, you give him a piece of your mind, “You are in no position to threaten me, Jacob.” The tone of your voice matches his, "Don't forget that I know as much about you as you know about me." You added, not being able to help but look at his plump lips - but only due to the closeness. He grits his teeth, a muscle in his jaw jumping from the force exerted. “If you ever reveal my secret to the world and I am burned alive in the flames, you’re coming down with me.” Mad, but mostly hurt, still wounded from the heartache you put him through, Jacob sighs, letting your wrist go in defeat. His intense gaze fixed on you, his dark eyes cursing at you.
With a spark of sadness - that you hope he didn’t catch - gleaming in your eyes, you turn around to head back home.
However, as you are about to take your sixth step his voice makes you stop in your track again, "I really need your help, Y/n.” He started, “And I know you know I’d never trust someone who’s not you.” His words came out of his mouth in a soft, gentle manner, but most importantly, dripping with honesty. You looked up at the sky hoping for an answer, looking for some clarity. Your eyes found the full moon glowing so beautifully right above you.
A voice in your head telling you to listen to your aching heart.
‘Don’t make the same mistake twice.’
As soon as you turn to face him, Jacob speaks. "I need to contact someone on the other side.”
“I... don't have that kind of skill yet...” After a prolonged silence you add, “I do know someone who could help you. Someone of trust.”
"That was very idiotic, Jacob." You chide, gently running a piece of gauze moistened with disinfectant over a long gash on his forehead. Your gaze soft and gleaming with concern.
“Don’t tell me he didn’t deserve it.” Jacob said, his lower lip bruised as well as his knuckles and cheekbone. You sigh, leaving the gauze on the nightstand next to your bed. Jacob, who is leaning against the headboard, follows your every move with his tired gaze. His droopy eyelids and long eyelashes framing his eyes, his hair ruffed and fluffy falling over his temples. "It will be healed in a heartbeat, too..." He says in attempt of calming you. You scoff in amusement.
In this very moment you hope that one of his abilities was to read minds...
You stare at him, he stares at you. Your gazes lock, your heart beat filling his ears, both hoping your eyes are enough to express all the things stuck in your chests, all the words dancing in the tip of your tongues.
In this very moment Jacob hopes that one of your or his abilities was to travel in time so he could go back to that night in July and prevent you from breaking his heart - and your own.
Feeling the weight of your past actions on your shoulders, you look away from him, opting to look down, your fingers playing with a loose thread on your bedsheet.
Reminiscing, a tiny smile makes the corners of your lips lift. “What?” Jacob questioned tiredly, his voice low and slightly raspy. You shake your head, with each passing second your smile grows until it turns into a toothy grin.
“I…” For a moment you hesitate, wondering if it is appropriate to revisit the past in the present. Your eyes lock with Jacob’s for a second, your chest tightens instantly. Your toothy grin and chuckles die into a sad smile as you look down once more. “I was just… thinking about that time you had to hid underwater so my mother wouldn't finding out about us.”
Jacob snorts. The memory of that day coming back to him as clear as crystal. He remembers perfectly, the way you were looking at him with so much love as you sat on his lap, both naked and joyful. Just like he remembers all those times you sneaked around so you could meet him, all those nights spend in his car - talking about nothing, about everything… making love. Your first date, a picnic in the middle of the forest, away from your mom and his dad eagle eyes - the day he learned what his two favorite melodies are, your laughter and the beat of your heart.
After having spiraled down the rabbit hole where all his memories of you and with you are tightly secured, Jacob can't help but ask, "What happened?" You freeze at the question, your heart skipping a few beats. His voice, airy and weak, reflecting the lack of understanding. The strained expression on his face reflecting the sourness trapped in his heart, the ache. He just doesn't get what went wrong.
“I felt pressured by my mother. That's it, there's no more." Your voice reflecting regret and anger. The constant reminder that you were too young to know what love is, the constant reminder that one day you would take her place and that you had to prepare for it, the constant reminder that a witch and a vampire cannot and should not be together, the constant, exhausting battle between the two species to position themselves as the best, as the strongest, as the one on top of the chain.
You couldn't handle the pressure and you broke down, you decided it would be best to listen and obey.
But then, months went by and Jacob still occupied your mind most of the day, always in some corner, if not in the front, then behind. In your mind, his hands still ran over your body on those nights of need when the only option was yourself. Seven nights out of a week, you lie down and stare at the ceiling for hours, thinking about all the what ifs. You realized that you couldn't get over him because not only had he stolen your heart, no, he had touched your soul and the deepest parts of you that no one else has seen. His soul had intertwined with yours.
How do you get over that?
And then, months later, at a ‘let’s keep the peace’ meeting, you saw him - his arm linked with someone else’s, a girl from the society that your mother formed, the same society you’d be ruling over some time soon, one of your sisters...
No one said nothing, no one batted an eye nor flinched at the sight of them. Your heart broke in so many ways. You were furious. Your mom had basically coerced you into breaking Jacob’s heart because of the ‘what would people say’ only for that to happened.
And so, you forced yourself into hating him because it somehow was easier than to accept all the blame, than to accept that you had been played like a puppet by your own mother. Than to accept that you had lost him. It somewhat felt easier to built up walls and put on a cold façade, it was easier to embrace the heartless witch role that your mother had always wanted you to play and much more pleasant to not hide your sourness, bitterness and anger.
Jacob was left in the dark feeling offended, betrayed and hurt, and in a wild attempt to get you back, driven by desperation, he started to openly court one of your fellow witches - and of course this caused more harm than good for all the people involved.
And now here you are.
In your room, alone with him.
His voice interrupting your thoughts, “I wish I could read your mind.”
You smile with sadness, “It's a mess in there.”
Jacob shrugs, “I have all the time in the world to decode every single thought haunting you at night.”
You look up, tears about to roll down your cheeks. The gentle look in his eyes makes you fuzzy inside, his gaze softer than before, his cold hand on your warm one, his slightly rough skin against yours makes you stomach knot - the amount of repressed feelings for him trapped in your being nearly making you nauseous.
“Do you think...” With a soft voice, afraid of your own words, you ask Jacob, “Someday, maybe, you could give me a second chance?" Jacob freeze, his eyes widen ever so slightly, and if his heart still had life, at this very moment it would be fluttering like crazy.
Idiotically, he smiles, finding amusing that you asked such a question so nervously, your skin losing color and warmth due to worry and your hands shaking lightly, because… “I've been waiting for a second chance for us for two long, tedious years, Y/n.”
Like the last drop that spills the glass, his words impulse you take the next step.
Your lips find his.
Slow at first, unsureness in every touch. Gradually the intensity starts to augment, excitement bubbling in your belly, your teeth clash as you clumsily climb onto his lap straddling him, but neither stops kissing. Your fingers sink into the silky strands of his hair, his hands find your hips, staying there for a second before they slide back, his palms molding perfectly to the shape of your ass as he grabs two handfuls of the doughy flesh to make you grind down on his bulge as his tongue shamelessly invades your mouth.
In between kisses you moan and he grunts, your body continuously rolling into his in a perfect sway, back and forth, his manly hands traveling from your ass to your waist to your thighs, harshly grabbing your flesh.
With his head already hazed, when your lips part momentarily so you can get rid of your nightie, Jacob manages to ask, “D’you still like pain?” His voice raspy and seductive, his eyes hooded and gaze darker. The question steals a sound from you, your back arching and nipples hardening as the cold, late autumn air coming through the window brushes your warm skin.
Tightly, you close your eyes as you try to fight the dizziness building up in your brain. Proud of himself, Jacob says, “Great… that’s great. Such a perfect answer from such a perfect girl.” His breath hitting your skin as his nose caresses your jawline, sliding down the side of your neck, his pillowy lips pressing kisses against your throbbing pulse point before he unhides himself from the crook of your neck to kiss your mouth again.
This time the movements of his lips are gentler, but still firm and dominant, his tongue teasing yours. His lips sucking on your lower one before he sinks his teeth into it until the skin breaks. You cry out, Jacob hums at the taste of your blood, his tongue and lips focusing solely on your bottom lip until the paint is soothed and the bleeding has stopped. Your walls flutter around nothing, begging to be stretched, your puffy clit throbs in need of receiving more than just friction through grinding.
“I missed you so much, angel.” His words muffled by your skin as he messily leaves open-mouthed kisses all over your upper body, making sure to claim you as his by sucking on your skin until it turns purple. You’re a moaning mess, your panties drenched and sticking to your sopping slit.
"Please," you sigh as he’s busy kissing your jawline, “Jakey…” the nickname catches Jacob by surprise, he had forgotten what was like to be called Jakey by you. His sweet girl, “Yes, my dear?” A beaming smile plastered on his pretty face, you peck his lips at the pretty sight, cupping his cheeks as you do so.
“I need you, Cobie.” You provokingly moan, hoping to seduce him, your lips brushing against his in the process, “Want you so bad.”
“Let me taste you first, baby.” Playing your game, in a seductive manner, Jacob’s teeth find your lip once again - although way more gentler this time. “Lie down, love.” You nod, un-straddling his lap.
Jacob kneels between your thighs as he separates them, your cunt clenching at the sensation of his cold hands coming into contact with your warmer skin. You inhale deeply, shivering when cool air hits your bare body as Jacob rubs his nose against your covered clit before shamelessly breathing your scent in - making sure to press his mouth on you so you can feel the smirk tugging his lips upwards. “So sweet, baby.” You whimper, gripping the sheets as Jacob heatedly ogles up at you from between your thighs.
He takes his sweet time sliding your panties down your legs until they are discarded and fall somewhere on the floor. In an abrupt manner he delves into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly explore your folds, sucking the swollen nub, his lips perfectly wrapped around it as his tongues sneaks under the hood stimulating your most sensitive parts with a slowness that drives you nuts. Your back arches, your eyes roll, your hips buck up, cries of pure pleasure leaving your lips.
Jacob grunts and sighs heavily when you take him by the hair while lifting your hips, burying his face against you. He gladly takes it, his mouth clinging onto your clit, hungrily lapping until he ushers out your orgasm. It's intense, your neck fully stretched as your head was thrown back, your eyes closed and toes curling, your fingers tightly grip the bedsheets as Jacob slurps your slick - humming delighted, feasting on you like there won’t be a tomorrow.
When your climax finishes and you come back down to earth after such heavenly experience, Jacob climbs on top of you, kissing his way up, making sure to leave a few hickeys on your belly, ribcage and breasts as his cold fingers pinch your nipples. You moan loudly at the stimulation, the coldness of his skin being the icing of the cake, your slit gushing so much that it’s started dripping down the crack of your ass forming a wet patch on the bedsheets.
“Take off your clothes, please” you beg, breathless. He immediately obeyed, his pants and underwear flying somewhere. Once he’s climbed on top of you again you drew him closer by his silver chain, your lips meet in a slow yet passionate kiss. His lips so perfect, so soft and pillowy. From his mouth you get a taste of yourself. Your tongues fighting for dominance, teasing each other, your spit mixing with his and his with yours.
Ready for the next step, you slide one of your hands between your naked bodies to grab him in your hand, your moans muffled by his mouth as you stroke him, running your thumb on the crown of the head. You missed the feeling of his cock in your hand so much - the thickness, the smoothness, so perfect.
Smiling against your mouth, Jacob helps you position himself at your entrance, interlacing his fingers with yours while your other hand holds on to his shoulder. Slow, he pushes into you, the glide is smooth, both moaning in unison at the feeling. Your walls molding to him, so welcoming, so gummy and warm. His pelvis flat against yours, he’s truly buried to the hilt. You feel perfectly stretched, full in every sense. Jacob doesn’t plan on holding back, he plans on fucking you like a mad man.
“I f-forgot how t-thick you are.” You comment, words stumbled out thanks to the brutality of his thrusts. Panting, Jacob shushes you with sweet nothings, kissing your mouth. In every thrust lets you know how much he’s missed you, how much he’s needed you. Every thrust leaves you hungry for more.
Pleasure wracks through you, all you can do is mutter babbles of how good he’s fucking you and cry out of pleasure. In a matter of few minutes you’re already too far gone to even remember your own name. All your senses focused on him and him only, on the feeling of him inside you, on the sensations he provokes in your body. You feel lightheaded, hot and fuzzy, your blood buzzing and heart pounding ten times a second.
His pace is steady, incessant. His cool finger-pads find your clit the moment you managed to wheeze that you're close, adding the perfect amount of pressure to leave you trembling beneath him. Loudly, you gasp, your skin crawling when you feel his fangs graze your neck.
"Tell me. Tell me you want me.” Jacob demands through his panting, though it almost sounds like he's begging for it. You moan his name, baring your neck for his mouth to enjoy.
"I-I want you." Your eyes roll back, your walls clasping on to him, toes curling, nails digging into the flesh on his left shoulder. “You feel so g-good - fuck! - I’ve missed you so much. Your cook’ s-so good.” You ramble, standing on the edge of the cliff. Jacob’s loving it, and you feel it in his actions. He holds you tighter, pulls you closer, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. “Do it… do it!” You insist.
His eyes pop open, his fully blown pupils bore into yours. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth before you take his bottom lip between your teeth, gently pulling it. "Bite me while you cum in me," you command.
Jacob curses under his breath, darting his tongue out to wet his lips. Savouring the moment, he takes his last pumps into you, moaning into your neck as his teeth pierce your flesh and his warm cum spills inside you filling you up nicely. You cry out, the mixture of pain and pleasure clashing on to you like a brave wave.
After it, he firmly holds you for several minutes, pampering your neck and face with sweet, loving pecks.
"How are you still hard?" You sigh in exasperation, just having calmed down your heart rate. Jacob chuckles airily.
"I wasn't lying when I told you that I missed you."
I have your post notifications on for this reason lol but I'm here! I'm sorry I haven't been very active socially lately 😭
I've been very active irl though so I think that's why
I miss your faceeee 😭🫶🫶
I hope you're doing well! If you need a backboard to bounce drabble ideas off of I'm here! I know sometimes that helps writers block! Just writing drabbles and like bullet lists instead and then once the inspo comes, run with it lol
Anywho ill make an alarm on my phone to write an ask at least once a week :)
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OMG CASSIE HI SWEETIE i missed you sm 🥹🥹<3333
you're such a cutiepie omg i missed your presence !! how have you been ??
im not really doing my best lol, my work is really draining and my boss is straight-up a dick so it's really exhausting ://
OMG, that's actually a good idea. I should probably try to write short drabbles to get back there!!
you're so sweet, you really don't have to do this sdfjlghj
ALSO CHASE ATLANTIC RELEASED AN ALBUM GO LISTEN TO IT IT'S AMAZING <33
OH MY GO- noooo i didn’t mean it like that 😭 i meant that your ask is so long it surprised me because i didn’t think you’d write that much or take my feedback request that serious 🥹 I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT and had a good time reading it and i actually do am going to take your suggestions in mind for my next works ! they are little observations that could actually help me improve and elevate my fics <33 !!! THANK YOU SOO MUCH )’:
also… NO PLEASE DONT CLOSE YOUR ACCOUNT 😭 DONT ABANDON ME HERE PLEASE 😭 IM ACTUALLY BEGGING 😭😭😭 - mei
Well I took it very seriously because you’re very important to me and I know how it feels to literally BEG for feedback and getting ignored... plus I really enjoyed re-reading the fic and making my little comments on the way it was so fun (and I felt useful for once 🥹)
im glad you appreciated it <333 (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
im still thinking abt closing it im sorry 😭😭 it would hurt me to close this account but I just don’t know what to write about anymore and im so stressed because of work I can’t get into a smutty mood :(((
it not the first time i see u complain abt not writting... maybe if you get this reguarly writers block, u shuoldn't be writing in teh first place ? because good writers nvr get stuck, just sayin 🤷🏻
and you should go see a doctor because it really looks like you were having a stroke while writing this....
omfg girl 😭 your ask- so fcking long 😭 i'll answer it later on babes! THANK YOU SO MUCH for taking valuable time out of your day to give me your opinion, i appreciate it a lot ))':
for now i'm just going to say that i do agree with most of the things that you said and also- every two words i'm like "write that down, write that down-" cause' damnnn 😫
mei sweetie im so sorry for the length of my ask :( (i just love sm getting good feedback so i thought that i'd really do it consciously bc you deserve it and you did it for me once for a cobbie fic and i really appreciated it)
i am so relieved that you wrote me this i was starting to think that i had upset you :((( i was starting to feel bad and think "omg why did you say this, you should have said it in another way" and blah blah blah
pLEASE don't take anything i said seriously, i genuinely think my writing sucks 😭😭😭 the only thing that you should take seriously is when i tell you that i had a lot of fun reading this story!! <33 tumblr is so dead I'm actually considering closing my account fr
