sweetbf!jungwon who one night, had a dinner with his friends. unfortunately for him, they decided that tonight was the perfect time to tease on your relationship. jake teased him, saying “i bet your relationship is so vanilla, you probably don’t even fuck her right.” jungwon let out an exaggerated sigh, hearing everyone around him laugh. “are you sure they even get intimate? won is too nerdy.” sunghoon adds, completely serious despite the smile on his lips. oh, they were so wrong.
sweetbf!jungwon who tells you about the dinner. he awkwardly laughed, remembering every bit. you on the other hand, were not completely amused. you grabbed his hand, dragging him to your room and shoving him on the bed. you even grabbed his phone, setting it down and pressed record. “we’ll show them how vanilla we are.”
sweetbf!jungwon who fucked you doggy style, your face buried into the soft pillow while the headboard aggressively smacked against the wall with every deep thrust. your toes curled into the sheets, the thrusting so intense you began to moan even louder. he was so balls deep in you, he didn’t even know he could go this far. or how your ass slapped against his hips aggressively, the view to him was the most ethereal he’s ever seen.
sweetbf!jungwon who didn’t expect the sudden switch when you crawled on top, his wet cock still in you as you fucked yourself. jungwon soothed you with his hands in your hips, but it didn’t last long before you picked up the pace. your hands pushed on his chest, moving your hips smoothly. his hands traveled up to your tits, squeezing them together, pinching at the sensitive buds. “wonniee, i’m gonna cum again!” you moaned. he whined at your words before you released all over him.
sweetbf!jungwon who preferred you always missionary. to see your beautiful face, and the faces you make while his fucked out cock still drilled into you, was the best thing ever. he chased your mouth again, kissing you deep and sloppy as his hips kept an intimate rhythm. you both had even forgotten that the camera was still rolling.
sweetbf!jungwon who fell asleep after having the most worked up sex ever. he slept on your chest, snoring quietly while you grabbed his phone and opened up his group chat. you selected the video and trimmed it, couldn’t help but giggle as it went through. minutes later, the chat came alive with on going messages, some praise, some jealousy. you loved your sweet boyfriend, and you hoped everyone would know that!
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who couldn’t believe you agreed to go on a date with him so he makes an extra amount of effort to make the date perfect. he’s stalking all of your social media accounts to find what kind of food you like, he’s overthinking his outfit, getting ready 2 hours in advance, etc.
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who picks you up with a shy smile and roses in his passenger’s seat. he settles for a simple arcade date with dinner after because he kept overthinking it.
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who makes you ugly laugh after he gets over his shyness. you discover that once he’s comfortable, jungwon can be a little too charming. if you struggle at a certain game machine, he’s coming up right behind you and putting his hands over yours to help you win.
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who gets extremely flirty once he realizes you’re biting your lip and tightening your grip on your purse every time he stands too close. and now all of a sudden he’s standing to your side with no space between you, his hand on the small of your back.
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who leans down and pulls you into his chest whenever you need to tell him something. is it completely unnecessary? yes. is it hot as fuck? yes.
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who you never even got to have a dinner date with because you couldn’t help but straddle him as soon as you two got into his car.
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who thought he’d be too shy to even kiss you tonight, has you spread open in his passenger’s seat with his head between your thighs.
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who was acting like such a gentleman at the arcade, is now giving light smacks to your pussy and whispering about how badly he’s wanted to fuck you since the both of you first met.
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who takes you back to his apartment to fuck you properly because according to him, you’re “too special” to have your first time together be in his car.
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who despite saying that, can’t keep his hands off of you until you two finally end up in his room. you end up not even being able to kiss him because of how hard he’s smiling at the vision of you in his bed.
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who gives the best aftercare😫 he’s cleaning you up, telling you how well you did, rubbing your sore muscles, etc. jungwon also begs you to stay for dinner, which also meant stay for a shower, which turned into staying the night.
GENTLEMAN!jungwon who becomes the sweetest boyfriend you could possibly ask for. however, he’s also the filthiest, horniest, and straight up disgusting man you’ve ever been in bed with.
HEESEUNGㅤis oblivious. oblivious and oh so in love with you and the mischievous glint in your eyes falls blind to his gaze.
you can’t blame him— you’re so beautiful, it’s distracting. he can barely remember what he was trying to tell you. “oh, right! i was saying that i am working on a new song and maybe you’d—”
he doesn’t get to finish because in just one move, you pull him down by his collars and crash your lips against his in a soft, playful kiss.
for a split second he’s processing it, eyes wide, brain buffering. it’s his first kiss with you and he doesn’t even know where to put his hands without scaring you.
his cheeks are dusted pink and eyes are too shy to meet yours, despite the satisfied smile on his lips. “you...could’ve warned me,”
( he does not want a warning )
JONGSEONGㅤloosens his tie with a heavy sigh and sinks into his chair, already wanting to go home.
but then you enter his office with a knock, not really bothering to wait for a reply. “i got the files you asked for,”
and he visibly perks up like he won a lottery, which he did because it’s you— his secretary, but also his beloved girlfriend.
“anything else?” you ask, ever so professional like you weren’t with him a night ago. he hates how you seperate your personal and professional life so well while he hands are always itching to hold you.
“nope, thank you,” he smiles, expecting you to leave like you always do but you catch him by surprise, pulling onto his tie and capturing his lips with yours.
your boyfriend freezes before his hand comes up to your waist like it’s instinct, pulling you closer as he kisses you back softer than you expected.
“that was...unexpected,” he clears his throat, trying to play it cool as if your kiss didn’t sweep him off his feet. but after you leave, he is staring at the wall and replaying it.
JAEYUNㅤ is on cloud nine because he learnt a cool thing during his quantum mechanics lecture and now he gets to tell you all about it— he has never been happier.
“like, you can actually walk through a wall if your atoms align— how crazy is that?” he is so ecstatic, smiling ear to ear. then he looks at the soft smile on your lips and falls for you all over again. “it’so cool, isn’t it?”
“very cool, baby,” you nod and he feels like he’s in heaven right now.
“and it sounds fake but it’s a real process—”
in one swift move, you pull him closer by his belt hoop and shut him up with a kiss. it takes him a while to not freak out and kiss you back, losing himself into you.
and when you pull back, he actually whines, not wanting the kiss to end so soon but also equally flustered to say anything.
“that was so cool—” he doesn’t know why he is describing a kiss as cool. “cooler than quantum tunneling, which reminds me that it powers nuclear fusion in the sun which means it is a very real process...”
“sim jaeyun,” you put a finger on his lips and his heart does a backflip. “shut up and kiss me, please,”
the way you are looking at him— you’ve officially broke him. “yes, ma’am,” and the next second, he loses himself in the kiss again.
SUNGHOONㅤ thinks he is all that for wearing a black tank top while cooking for you, flexing his biceps because he knows just the effect they have on you.
“see something you like?” he smirks at the way you’ve been staring at him for past fifteen minutes— not that he minds it. it only fuels his already huge ego.
and you roll your eyes, feeling the heat creep up your face. “you wish,”
“you say that but you keep looking at me like i’m dinner,” he teases and honestly, he is right. he is girl dinner... and you look away shyly when he points out the way you keep staring at him. “don’t be shy, doll. you can look at me all you want,”
and it’s the shit eating grin on his face that you want to wipe— he’s so cocky and for what?
so you do the first thing your mind comes up with : tip toeing just enough to press your lips against his. he cannot even process while you kiss him, pulling onto his lower lip— he almost drops the spatula to the floor.
when you pull back, he is all red, cheeks and ears, not even meeting your eyes, and you know you’ve won the game he started. “who’s shy now?”
SUNOOㅤ returns from a long day at only, wanting nothing more than burying himself in your arms. he spots you lounging on the couch with a magazine and he beelines to you— loosening his tie, taking off his suit and throwing it somewhere on the floor.
“my angel, i missed you,” he whines, as if every inch of his body aches after being away from you ( it does. ) he goes in for a kiss and you dodge— he had no idea you were going to play in his face.
weird, but he tries again, only for you to dodge once more, biting back a smile— your boyfriend is now freaking out. “why are you doing this to me?”
you shrug and it’s fun watching how he is moments away from crashing out. when he gives up and tries to leave, you grab his collar and kiss him just the way he likes— sweet and slow.
his hand settles on your hips and you can feel him smile against your lips— and even after you pull back. “you had me worried for a second,”
JUNGWONㅤ watches you walk into his study and immediately clocks your intentions. he has been dating you for years now, just one look at you gives away what you’re upto.
so when you lean against his work desk and fiddle with his collar, a soft “hi, baby,” leaving your lips while waiting for the perfect moment to surprise him, he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls on on his lap.
one hand tilts your chin, the other on your thigh— he turns it into a moment. confident, slow, a little smug in a that makes you forget why you were here in the first place.
he doesn’t let up, lips moving against yours in a slow, passionate dance. it feels so good, your brain is a mush— if kissing him like this is how your pranks end everytime, you don’t mind losing.
with a soft nip at your lower lip, he pulls away, both of you breathing erratically. “so, what are you here for?” he asks ever so innocently, as if that even matters now that he has you on his lap.
RIKIㅤ follows you around the house as you do the chores. yes he helps, only as an excuse to be near you— folding laundry so he can ‘accidentally’ brush his hands against yours, bump into you and steal a kiss.
“riki,” you sigh, getting tired of his antics. not that you mind the kisses, but you need to finish up the chores!
“what? i’m just kissing my pretty girl,” and he is so proud saying it, tilting his head down to kiss you again, “can’t i kiss my girlfriend?”
he presses short pecks on your lips, making exaggerated ‘mwah!’ sound while you simply give up and accept the sudden love attack.
but when you finally melt under his kisses and try to kiss back, he pulls away with a shrug. “nope, thought you said no,”
he is so annoying, thriving off the flustered and pissed off look on your face, only for you to pull him by his belt loop and crash your lips against his— his eyes wide open trying to understand what just happened.
your boyfriend loses it, really, barely remembering how to kiss and when you break the kiss, his face is all red with eyes wide open. “don’t start things you cannot finish, ‘ki,”
how you spend the months leading up to your wedding with your soon to be husband.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: 𝓯iancé!sunghoon x 𝓯em!reader
⤷ (2.7k) fluff (lots of it), wedding planning, kissing, smut, handjob, little bit of praise, downbad!hoon, foodplay, oral (fem receiving), tiny bit of angst, comfort!, he's so in love he's crying, jungwon appearance, very domestic ,not proofread 𝓶.list
ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: requested by @mhoonkissed ! thank you being so patient with me <3 i hope this is what you had in mind mwah
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ lies in bed with you the night after proposing, just giggling with you under the covers.
the room is dark, the city lights casting shadows onto your wall, your ceiling. but neither of you realise. no you’re both under the covers, foreheads almost pressed together.
“your face was priceless”, sunghoon beams. “you were so confused and then you just froze and then boom you started shouting ‘no way, fuck off!’ over and over again.”
you hide your face under the covers and he coos. “noo, my beautiful fiancé don’t hide from meee.” he whines, reaching for your face under the blanket, fingers softly brushing against your cheek. your eyes peak out and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“show me again,” his voice barely a whisper. slowly, you pull your hand up, eyes darting to the sparkly gem adoring your fingers. a wide grin spreads on his face. he intertwine his hand with yours, lips softly pressing pecks to your diamond clad finger.
“i’m gonna marry you,” he says, pure giddiness.
“i’m gonna marry you,” you reply, eagerly as giddy.
you both break out in a fit of giggles and he pulls you into his chest. the rumble of his laugh the sweetest sound to you. arms circling around his waist, you nuzzle into him. he matches you, head propping on top of yours.
“i love you so much,” you mumble and he melts.
“i love you so much.”
it’s an unspoken role, you never compete about who loves the other more. you both know the other has a heart full of love for them. so tonight, the first time as soon married, you fall asleep in each others arms, both with a smile on your face and a heart full of love.
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ loves seeing your diamond clad finger around his dick, sparkling away.
he loves seeing the ring on you, period. but around his dick, freshly manicured nails scratching up and down his length making him twitch? trust it’s his new favourite thing, he daydreams of the sight.
your hand pumps him so slowly but he cannot even be mad, you look so gorgeous sitting on the floor, staring up at him with the most beautiful smile. he wants to see the rings at all times, going so far to twist the hand that’s around his dick just to have it on full display.
“you know it’s there, it’s not like it’ll disappear,” you giggle at his actions.
he hums, head falling back at your teasing squeezes.
“nu-uh, look at me,” you snicker. “you want the ring on display, come look at it.”
his eyes open, low lidded and filled with bliss as the fixate on your hand on him. you squeeze a little harder with your next pump and his brows furrow, jaw going slack as a delicious mix of moans and whines escape him.
and what kind of fiance would you be if you didn’t want your future husband to absolutely crumble under your touch?the diamond clad finger, the one that he’s fixated on travels up his length, cruelly slow, before brushing over his sensitive tip. he hisses at the cool metal, hips bucking up, desperate for more friction.
“feels good, hm?”
“fuck baby so fucking good,” he moans back, voice laced with need.
his prase your greatest motivation, your hand starts speeding up again while your ring finger stays circling the tip. you’ve heard sunghoon blissed out hundred of times before, yet you can’t help yourself admiring his features and of course he notices.
“gonna make me feel shy if you keep looking me like that baby.”
you giggle, empty hand reaching for his neck to pull him down for a kiss. messily, his lips slammed onto yours, a mix of your and his saliva dropping down your chin.
his cock twitches under your hand, a sign that he was close and your other hand starts wrapping around the base. the feeling of both of your hands make him suck in a sharp breath between his teeth before he bites down on your bottom lip.
moments later, the sweetest high pitched whine escapes him as you can feel his legs tense up. you swallow his moans and pants, guiding him through his climax before he slumps against you.
after catching his breath he leaned back, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.
“if i hadn’t already, i’d put a ring on your finger right now.”
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ says yes to everything during wedding planning, he just wants you to be happy.
sunghoon has always been the type of boyfriend. eventually you didn’t even have to ask for it, he saw you look at something and he could tell by your face and body language if you wanted it or not. he calls it his hoon-sense, something you tease him for relentlessly. but he takes pride in it. takes pride in knowing what you think without language.
so you best believe that when you pick out the venue, he doesn’t even leave the car when he saw the critical look on your face.
“okay, i’ll text the wedding planner .we’ll try the other location.”
baffled, you look at him. “hoon, we haven’t even seen the inside.”
“yes and you have been looking like you drank sour milk ever since we drove by the concrete jungle of houses just now,” he shoots back with a raised brow.
you cringe, “i tried to not be too judgy, but i just th—”
“baby you have no reason to explain yourself, you deserve a perfect wedding.”
at that, your heart squeezes. you place a hand on his cheek, his body now turning to you.
“as long as you’re gonna be there with me saying yes that’s all i need.”
a sickeningly sweet smile spreads on his face as he leans in to press a kiss to your lips.
“nothing in the world could stop me from being there.”
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ makes even something like wedding cake tasting kinky.
now, i have to elaborate that the both of you went to countless bakers, desperate to find the perfect cake. but it just so happens that you both are extremely indecisive when it comes to cake flavours. so instead of driving all over the country, spending days on end trying to find the perfect mix you just ordered the cake home for easier comparison.
at first, it was just sitting down on the couch, forks in hand while digging into the collection of cakes in front of you. after day three it got boring, so what better thing to do than to get a little kinky with it. afterall, sunghoon has been meaning to try out food play!
that’s how you found yourself lying on the bed, chest covered in both chocolate and lemon cake, while your soon to be husband licks circles around your nipples.
“mmm, i like this combination actually,” he mumbles against your skin, while you writhe under him. his strong hands are placed on your waist, pinning you down so that you cannot escape he bites, licks and kisses.
what began with carefully placed frosting on your skin soon turned into mushed cake spread on your stomach and thighs. his mouth and hands seem to be everywhere at the same time and you lose yourself in his touch, in his warmth.
his tongue circles the inside of your thigh, licking up a slow stripe up to clean the frosting off of you. he’s so close to your throbbing pussy and you whine in desperation.
sunghoon’s head perks up, almost cooing at the pout on your face.
“my pretty girl, didn’t mean to tease you 'm sorry.”, he says before dipping down again, tongue darting out to circle around your swollen clit. you yelp, legs snapping against his head, caging him between your thighs.
he smiles into your pussy, tongue flattening to lap at the juices spilling out of you.
“sweetest thing in the world,” he mumbled barely audible. “just gonna have you cum all over our cake hm?”
you sob at the combination of filthy words and obscene sounds he’s producing while practically making out with your pussy. your nails dig into his bicep, one hand grasping his hair for dear life and he moans at the sting.
“can’t have anybody else tasting you though, no you’re all mine. all mine to taste, all mine to love.”
yeah he’s gonna keep ordering more cakes just to keep doing this.
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ once saw your ring lie on the bedside table and got so scared that you're calling the engagement off.
it had been a stressful day since the second he woke up. he had rushed into the shower, stumbled into the kitchen to make some coffee and went on a hunt for his belt. yet no matter how stressed or busy he is, he always and i mean always gives you a kiss before he leaves. you were still buried under the covers and he pressed the lightest kiss to your temple. not daring to rip you out of your sleep.
after a gruel day, all he wanted was to lie in bed, in your arms and hear all about your day. when he couldn’t find you in the living room or kitchen he didn’t panic, you’re probably already in bed, it was late in the end.
but the bedroom was dark, not a sign of you. he was about to continue his search when he saw something sparkling near your side of the bed. with horror he realised what it was. your ring. not just any ring, but your engagement ring.
sunghoon has experienced moments of fear before, but nothing could ever compare to the feeling of pure dread and terror that ram through his veins that moment. did you change your mind? what could he have done that caused this?
with his hands in bis hair, he read over your last messages in his phone. nothing out of the ordinary. his panicked eyes scanned the room for a letter, had there been one in the kitchen?
“hoon?”
he swear his soul left him for a moment before running over to you, clutching you tight to his chest.
“whoa, are you okay? rough day at work?”
“i thought you were gone.” his voice trembling as tears ran down his face.
you leaned back, looking at him with a baffled expression. “what?! i was in the shower.”
only now did he realise your wet hair, the towel around your body.
“oh…”
the sight of him broke your heart, he looked so broken. your hands gently cupped his face, thumbs brushing away the tears on his cheek.
“how did you come to that conclusion my love?” you questioned softly.
he blinked, eyes travelling over to your bedside table. “your ring.”
“oh hoon,” you cooed. “i always take it off when i go shower, im scared to drop it in the shower or the sink. have you never noticed before?”
the poor man in front of you could only shake his head, still recovering from the shock.
“my baby, come here.” you took his hand, leading him over to the bed. without words, his head on top of your chest, arms gripping onto your waist for dear life.
it took a while before his shoulders un-tensed exhaustion taking over as he felt his eyes grow heavy.
“let’s get ready for bed sleepy boy,” you whispered against his brow bone.
the entire nighttime routine his hands didn’t leave you for a second, eyes either on your face or the ring that finally glistened on your finger again.
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ practices his vows in front of the mirror and starts crying every single time.
he would’ve taken this to the grave. the countless times of him trying to read his vows out loud, which are written on tear stained paper since he refused to read his biggest love confession off his phone.
after a good three weeks of practicing, he made it until maybe the first quarter of the page before his eyes were so tear-filled he couldn’t see anymore. not that he didn’t have the vows memorised, no at this point they just fly around his brain at random times, whether that is while grocery shopping, doing the dishes or something simple like showering.
the problem was that he gets so choked up at the thought of you standing in front of him in a wedding dress, looking at him with those gorgeous eyes, about to seal your vow of eternal love.
the poor man is gripping the edge of the sink, taking deep breaths through his nose, slowly exhaling out of his mouth. his tears are beginning to pool at the bathroom floor when a knock makes him snap out of his mindset?
“you okay in there man?”
second later jungwons concerned face pop up behind the bathroom door. it was quite comical, the way both of them were just staring at each other. jungwons eyes glanced down, spotting the crumbled up paper in sunghoons hand.
“ah,” jungwon exhaled. “vow practice?”
before the poor guy knew what happened, the elder broke down in tears again. safe to say that the plans were cancelled and jungwon questioned the well being of his friend. at least it gave him material for the man of honour speech.
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ loves to call you his future wife.
it’s never “meet my fiance” with this man. no, “this is my future wife” is this mans favourite vocabulary after he proposed.
before, he always called you his last name instead of your actual one, he loved the sound of it way too much. now, the energy doubled. he brought you up in every moment already, but now it’s him full on cheesing,full set of teeth showing and him putting an extra emphasis on the wife.
you’re out ordering some food? after ordering for himself he goes “and for my future wife”, looking at you expectantly. in case you got takeout he puts your name down with his last name, you know, so that you can get used to it!
he also forces you to practice your new signature.
“baby, you’ll want to practice for signing the papers! i know you. if it doesn't end up looking how you want it on our wedding day, you’ll get upset. you look cute when your face goes all pouty, but that’s not the expression i want to see on your face on our wedding, okay?”
but don’t believe this is a quick deal. nope, expect to be sitting down for 30 minutes minimum a day.
“revisit the loops maybe? how about you do a bigger swoop on that letter? what if we try a more cursive approach with this one?”
and you cannot even bring yourself to be mad at him because he’s just beaming up at you with the sparkliest eyes :(
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ keeps trying to guess what your wedding dress will look like.
of course he knows your style, heck he knows every tiny thing about you ! but a wedding dress is just so specific.just what exact shade will you choose? how long will your train be? will you wear your hair up, down, half up half down?
this man is constantly on pinterest, trying to find clues. after you blocked him from seeing your account, which led him to make a whole new account. after privatising that board, he jut downright tries to steal your phone.
you’re gonna find yourself wrestling this man on the couch, whole bodies entangled as you try to hide your phone from him. be warned, he will try to distract you with kisses every chance he gets!
“hoon, no! it’s a surprise, only my mum and my best friend know and i want to keep it that way.”
a little breathless, he hovers over you. eyes sparkling, wide grin on his face; god he was so devastatingly handsome.
“i know what you’re trying to do…” you murmured. “it’s not gonna work, put the puppy eyes away lover boy.”
with a dramatic sigh he flops down, strong arms besides you making sure he doesn’t crush you. his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck and you can feel him take a slow,deep breath in.
“whatever,” he mumbles against your skin, sending little shivers down your spine. “ you’ll look beautiful no matter what you wear.”
your hand mindlessly starts playing with some of his hair strands, nails softly dragging over his scalp and he releases a sigh of content. his arms wrap around your waist, making sure you’re physically as close as possible.
“still not showing you,” you whisper before pressing a kiss on his temple.
“come on!”
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synopsis: when you make the mistake of telling your best friend that you’ve never reached an orgasm, he makes it his personal mission to make sure you get there.
wc: 7.5k
warnings: park sunghoon x fem!reader, sexual content, mdni, alcohol consumption, weed consumption, blindfold (hello), sensory deprivation, fingering, dry humping, oral f!receiving, lowkey kind of corruption kink, condescending hoon, praise kink, hoon is a secret yearner, pet names (baby, pretty/good/sweet girl, sweetheart), not proofread
roses thoughts… i’m ovulating #sorry
playlist: morning dew - beyoncé // human nature - madonna // cinnamon girl - lana del rey
The party’s been going on so long that the air has turned moist and the alcohol has begun to taste more like water instead of something dangerous.
Yunjins laughing at something next to you, her eyes half lidded and her limbs moving languidly. If it’s from the weed or the sheer gallons of vodka you’re sure she’s consumed tonight you aren’t entirely sure. What you are sure of though, is that you have definitely far surpassed the thin line between tipsy and black out drunk.
The weed makes your thoughts jumble together like some weird jigsaw puzzle, and every word that you manage to punch out takes way more effort then it probably should.
“But, seriously,” Jungwon starts, his words languid and low, “sex is kind of transactional. At least in this day and age.”
Yunjin attempts to smack his arm but instead she misses him completely and her hand lands between the couch cushions. She doesn’t bother moving it.
“That is sooo not true,” she drags out. “Sex is, like, sacred. Your body is a temple and all that bullshit.”
Jungwon laughs. “Maybe for other women, but I’m not sure if your body could be considered sacred anymore, Yunjin.”
She scoffs, her eyebrows furrowing in what might look like offense, but you know deep down she enjoys the easy banter her and Jungwon always seem to have. “Says the one who sticks his dick into anything that has a pulse!”
You are perfectly content to just listen to their conversation, as it would seem is Sunghoon.
You’d met Sunghoon your freshman year of university when you were still a small town girl in a city that felt way too big for you. He’d sat next to you in your freshman econ class and helped you around the city without so much as a whisper of a complaint, and the two of you had been inseparable ever since.
He’s always been the quiet brooding type, even when you’re around your mutual friends, and that’s become something you’ve found yourself finding comfort in more often than not. His presence is a consistent force in your life, and now that you’re nearing graduation and heading into unknown territory, it’s nice to have something so steady in your life.
That’s why you didn’t argue when he threw his arm around your shoulders and insisted you sit next to him. It’s why you didn’t argue when he offered you the blunt despite knowing you always get way too clingy when you’re high.
Sunghoon is your best friend. You trust him, and you know he feels the same way towards you.
You lean back into his arm, continuing to nurse the beer you’d had for the last hour. It makes your head feel warm and fuzzy in all the right ways, especially after whatever the fuck midterms had been. A disaster would be putting it lightly.
Sunghoon glances at you, his lips still enclosed around the blunt. He takes a drag of it, letting the end glow a bright orange before he pulls it away from his lips and offers it to you.
You accept it graciously, letting the smoke fill your lungs until you’re positive they’ll burst. You’ve never really been a big stoner, not like Ni-ki and Jungwon, but when you do let yourself indulge you always enjoy it.
Sunghoon watches when you exhale, his eyes following the cloud that forces its way from your lips and disperses around the room. For a moment, you think he almost looks impressed.
You laugh, your hand reaching out to shove at his chest gently. “What?” You ask.
He blinks, the movement slow, like he’s working overtime to process that you’d said anything at all. “What?” He echoes.
“You’re looking at me weird,” you mumble, dragging your eyes back to Yunjin and Jungwon. They’re still arguing over whether or not sex is transactional or whatever, and Ni-ki is just watching them like he can’t decide if he’s interested or if he wants them to shut up completely.
Sunghoon chuckles, the sound low and deep. You bring your gaze back up to him and watch as his lips curve up into that same lazy smirk he always seems to wear. Sometimes you wonder if that’s just his natural resting face.
“Was I?” He mumbles, choosing to play dumb.
You’re not in the right headspace to argue with him, so instead you just sigh and let yourself sink further into the curve of his arm. His thigh is right against yours, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against the thin lining on your tights. If it was anyone else, you’d probably feel a little self-conscious at being so close, but this is Sunghoon. He’s never shied away from physical touch, and at some point it just became another factor in your friendship.
The sound of your name forces your thoughts about Sunghoon to fade into the background, and when you look up Yunjin is staring at you like you’ve said something shocking. Which is weird, because you don’t remember saying anything at all.
“Huh?” You manage, your eyebrows furrowing as you try to work through the cloud in your mind.
Yunjin rolls her eyes but repeats herself anyway. “Do you think sex is transactional?” She asks before throwing a fiery glare at Jungwon. “Or is Jungwon just a grade A asshole?”
…Sex? She’s asking you about sex?
Usually you wouldn’t mind indulging in her less than ethical questions, especially when you’ve had a few drinks, but this one feels a little personal.
It’s not that you haven’t had sex, you have! Plenty of times actually, with a plethora of different men. Boyfriends, casual hook ups, one night stands – you’ve really done it all.
There’s just one teeny, tiny problem.
You can’t finish.
You used to blame it on the men you were seeing. They clearly had no idea how to please a woman and thus you were the one suffering for it. But then you’d tried to get yourself off with your hand and, well…nothing happened. So then you tried a toy and still – nothing.
It didn’t take you long to realize that it was clearly just something wrong with you. You’d self-diagnosed yourself as one of those unlucky women that simply couldn’t orgasm, and yeah, it sucked, but it was your life. How could you miss something you’d never even had anyway?
And it’s not like the buildup isn’t enjoyable, because it definitely is. It just never goes where you want it to, and you always end up feeling dissatisfied after. So you’d stopped trying completely after yet another failed attempt last year and that had been that.
You hadn't sworn off sex completely, you just stopped actively searching for it. And it was nice to not have to fake reaching your peak with every man that found his way into your bed, but that didn’t make the subtle jealousy you felt whenever Yunjin talked about her experiences disappear completely. It just made it more bearable.
You choose to just shrug, taking another sip from the bright red solo cup in your hand. “I’m not sure I’m the right person to ask that question.” You snort.
Yunjin raises a brow, genuine confusion washing over her features, before she seems to finally remember. “Ah,” she breathes, slumping back down into her seat. “Right. I forgot.”
Yunjin is the only person you’d confided in about your problem. She was supportive, of course, but she still sometimes told you that she thought it was all in your head. That you had some kind of mental block when it came to orgasming, but you couldn’t help but feel like that was a little silly. Why would your mind keep you from reaching what most women described as the ultimate pleasure? If it was, then that was just plain cruel.
The conversation starts to move on again, but Sunghoon glances at you and then swiftly brings it back around.
“Hold on,” he starts, eyebrows furrowed. “What was that about?”
“What was what about?” Yunjin asks.
He pulls his arm away from your shoulders and uses his now free hand to gesture between you and Yunjin. “That,” he insists. “You asked her her thoughts on sex and then just blew past it.”
Yunjin glances at you, meanwhile your cheeks suddenly feel like they're burning. Why does he even care what your thoughts on sex are? It’s a silly question, one that you’ll probably forget anyone even asked in the morning, and yet he’s choosing to focus on the one minute thing you said in the entire debate.
Which wasn’t even anything ground breaking! You just said you wouldn’t be the right person to ask, that was it.
So why is he taking such an interest in it?
“Um,” Yunjin starts, her gaze finding yours before returning to Sunghoon. “Why do you care?”
He doesn’t even falter like you’d expected him to. Instead, he leans back and pulls you closer into his side. “Am I not allowed to be worried for my best friend?”
You swallow and attempt to put some distance between you, but he doesn’t let you. If anything, he just pulls you even closer. All the way until you’re sure you can taste the remnants of cologne on his clothes and the weed on his breath.
“Sunghoon,” you laugh, the sound coming out more nervous than anything else. “It’s nothing. Don’t get so worked up about it.”
But he doesn’t seem to like that answer either. “So something happened?”
You shake your head. “No, it’s not that–”
“Then what?”
You pause, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. If you had all your inhibitions in check, you probably would’ve resisted telling him in such an open space. Because even though Jungwon and Ni-ki are trying to make it seem like they aren’t listening, you know they are. At least Yunjin doesn’t try to hide her nosiness.
You know that realistically Sunghoon is just worried for you, he is your best friend after all. You’d be worried for him too if he suddenly got weird when the topic of sex got brought up, but still, you wish you were admitting this to him somewhere with a little more privacy.
You lean back into the cushions, your bottom lip finding its way between your teeth. Sunghoon, always so in tune with your emotions, immediately reaches a hand over to smooth down your hair.
“What is it, sweet girl?” He asks, his voice lowered so that only you can hear him. “You know you can tell me.”
And that’s the thing, you do know. And it should be easy telling him, because you know it’s not like he’ll judge you. If anything, he’ll probably be more sympathetic towards you then Yunjin is.
But, still. There’s something about telling him that makes shame burn deep in your cheekbones.
You shrug, your fingers toying with the edge of your skirt. “It’s embarrassing.”
He grins, all teeth and crinkled eyes. He’s staring at you like you’re something precious, like you’re something he has to handle with care. Not like you’re a grown woman who can make her own decisions when it comes to her sex life – or lack of one.
“Nothing about you is embarrassing.”
That’s what finally breaks you. You sigh, words slightly jumbled together and voice so quiet you’re shocked he can even hear you. “I can’t,” you gesture with your hand lazily. “You know. Finish, or whatever."
He blinks. One moment passes, and then two. You’re on the verge of thinking you’ve somehow made him uncomfortable when suddenly he’s laughing like you’ve said something hilarious. “What?”
Yunjin tosses a pillow at him, but he just lets it hit him square in the chest and doesn’t spare her a glance. “It’s not funny, Sunghoon!” She defends. “It’s a serious condition.”
You roll your eyes, but you don’t have time to focus on her because Sunghoon is quickly invading your senses again. “I’m not making fun of you, baby,” he mumbles, lips dangerously close to your ear. “It’s just…cute. That’s all.”
It most definitely is not cute. It’s humiliating, if anything. The one thing you’re supposed to be able to count on your body to do for you, it refuses to. What kind of woman can’t even orgasm?
“No, it's not,” you groan, running a hand down your face. “It’s weird.”
Sunghoon doesn’t say anything to that, but you can tell something in his expression has shifted. He’s eyeing you now like you’re some kind of anomaly he wants to figure out. Like your condition is something that’s piqued his curiosity.
You aren’t entirely sure how you feel about that.
The night continues easily – everybody's too drunk or high to focus on whatever little blip it was you’d had. Even you forget about it after another round of drinks.
But Sunghoon doesn’t. He can’t.
Even when he goes to bed that night, every time he closes his eyes all he can see is you. His pretty little best friend. Sexually frustrated and somehow thinking there's something wrong with you.
To Sunghoon, that’s utterly absurd. Clearly these men you’ve been with don’t know how to handle you, and that’s not your fault! No, what you need is someone who knows what they’re doing. Someone who will actually listen to what your body needs and doesn’t just chase his own pleasure.
What you need is…him.
And Sunghoon is a good best friend. He always has been. All he’d be doing is helping you, really. Just a friend helping out a friend.
Nothing more, nothing less.
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The next week passes by just like it normally does. You go to class and try not to think about the fact that you definitely bombed your exams. Everytime you walk into a lecture, fear creeps up your spine at the thought of your teacher handing over a test with your name on it.
Sunghoon is there to help you through the anxiety though. He comes to your dorm every night with a bag of nerds gummy clusters and his laptop.
You always start the night exactly how you plan to. Sunghoon helps you study, you both pretend to give a fuck for an hour or two, and then you end up side by side in your bed watching reruns of your favorite sitcom. It’s a simple routine that you’ve come to cherish, one that you don’t even remember starting. It honestly felt like one day he’d started showing up and then he just…never stopped.
“You know,” you mumble, popping another cluster into your mouth. “I think we’ve watched this show so many times we could probably recite the whole thing.”
Sunghoon shrugs, his glasses hanging off of the bridge of his nose. He reaches up and pushes them back into place without a second thought. “Modern Family is a classic.”
You hum. Modern Family is a classic. “Yeah, true.”
You both lull into silence again after that, your eyes following the screen as one of the characters does something stupid. It makes you laugh despite the fact that you know it’s coming. Sunghoon lets out a huff of breath too, but he seems on edge.
His hand keeps fisting the sheet until his knuckles turn white, and he only does that when something's bothering him. He doesn’t even seem to be paying as much attention to the show as he usually does.
It’s like his thoughts keep wandering and he’s trying to make the stop.
It worries you. The last time you’d seen Sunghoon this anxious was sophomore year, right before he broke up with his girlfriend. He never told you why he did, just that something about the relationship didn’t feel right.
But, last you checked, he doesn’t have any girlfriends he’s wanting to break up with right now, which means something else is bothering him.
You nudge his shoulder gently, your eyebrows furrowed with concern. “What’s wrong?” You ask.
He blinks, his eyes glued to the laptop before they slowly slide over to you. “Hm?”
You huff out a laugh. “I said what’s wrong? You’ve been acting off ever since we turned the show on. Did something happen?”
You watch as he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement. He doesn’t move his gaze from yours, but for some reason you wish he had. He’s looking at you so intensely, eyes searching yours like they hold the answer to the meaning of life.
Sunghoon gets like this sometimes. It’s almost like he’s…holding something back. And whenever you question him on it, he usually just pats your arm and tells you not to worry your pretty little head about it. You stopped questioning it a long time ago.
But he doesn’t do that tonight. Instead, he lets his tongue drag over his lips, and you can’t help the way your eyes flicker down to the movement.
You’re not blind. You know your best friend is ridiculously handsome. You know plenty of girls have gotten jealous and wished that it were them in your place. But your relationship with Sunghoon isn’t like that, he’s just your friend.
Besides, even if you did want him like that, you’d never want to risk your friendship with him.
His lip's part for a moment, and then close, and then part again. “I…” He trails off, takes a deep breath, and then starts again. “I’ve been thinking about what you said.”
You raise a brow. When did you say something? You try to rack your brain, but you come up empty. You can’t recall anything you said that would be worth bringing it up again.
“Did I say something?”
His lips break out into a small smile, the curve threatening to reveal the tip of his fangs. “Do you not remember?"
You try to think back to anything you might’ve said, but still, you come up blank. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, expression scrunched in confusion. “Should I?”
Sunghoon is silent at that. He just looks at you, looks back down at his hands, and then straightens himself up so suddenly he feels like he’s towering over you in bed.
“If you don’t remember,” he murmurs, “then I’ll remind you.”
He leans on the tiniest bit closer, and suddenly it feels like all the air has been sucked from your lungs. You and Sunghoon have been close plenty of times before, but this feels different. This feels almost…intimate.
You swallow, your eyes widening the tiniest bit as you attempt to scoot closer to the headboard. “Hoon…”
“You told me,” he starts, his voice low in that sultry kind of way. “That you’ve never had an orgasm. That you can’t, actually.”
The memory dawns on you then. The party, the alcohol, the weed. You’d somehow unknowingly buried it all the way to the back of your mind without even realizing, and now you’re dealing with the consequences of your big mouth.
You wince. It’s almost embarrassing to hear the words coming out of Sunghoons mouth. Even though you know it’s true, that doesn’t make it any less humiliating.
“Oh,” you mumble. “I did?”
“You did.”
You clear your throat and attempt to look at least a little unbothered. “Well, it’s true so…you don’t need to bring it up again. It’s already embarrassing enough having my best friend know there’s clearly something wrong with me.”
His eyebrows furrow, and for a split second, he almost looks angry. Like the thought of you thinking there’s something wrong with you enrages him.
“Embarrassing?” He scoffs. “It’s not embarrassing. And there’s nothing wrong with you. You just haven’t been with the right kind of guys.”
You probably would’ve agreed with him if you hadn’t also attempted to get yourself there. You literally just cannot do it. It’s not the guys you’re with or anything like that, it’s just you.
“But that’s the thing!” You insist. Any shyness you might’ve had towards the topic before suddenly disappears. “It’s not just the guys. I can’t…I can’t finish on my own either.”
For what it’s worth, that looks like it genuinely makes Sunghoon pause. His eyes widen the tiniest fraction, his movements pausing before he resumes them.
“You can’t…” He glances down to your hands in your lap.
You roll your eyes, cheeks practically blistering. You’re positive your ears are the same color as a tomato at this point. “No, I can’t. It’s whatever. Can we just finish the show?”
But Sunghoon doesn’t back off. Instead, he reaches behind him and shuts the laptop completely, cutting off whatever noise it was making. He pushes it off of the bed, not even flinching when it clatters violently onto the floor.
“So, let me get this straight,” he starts. You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes. “You’ve never had an orgasm? Like, ever?”
He knows you said at the party that you can’t finish, but he assumed you meant with other guys. Not that you can’t finish at all.
“Yep,” you say, popping the P. Your arms cross over your chest in frustration. You don’t understand why he won’t just let the topic go. Yunjin doesn’t even hound you this much about it! “I’m one of the only girls in the world who can’t finish. Are you done making fun of me now?”
He leans back slightly, his pupils suddenly dilated and his tongue sweeping over his teeth. The tension in the air builds quickly, until it feels like you’re definitely going to choke on it.
Slowly, Sunghoon crawls over until he’s seated right in front of you. He leans back on his heels, studying your face like you’re some kind of expensive art piece. Usually, you don’t mind when he looks at you. In fact, you bask in it. But this feels different. This feels almost hungry.
“You think that there’s something wrong with you?” He asks, voice hushed. Deep.
You swallow, suddenly feeling silly for even admitting that to him. But what other explanation is there outside of you being biologically engineered differently than how you were supposed to? Maybe your mother drank a cup of coffee when she was pregnant and now you’re being forced to suffer for it.
You shrug. “What other explanation is there?”
He brings a hand up to your calf, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin lightly. The touch feels like ice against your warm skin, and you can’t help the way your breath nearly catches in your throat.
He doesn’t look at you, but you’re staring at him. At the curve of his jaw. The way his bangs fall over his forehead like he styled them to be that perfect. At the freckles dotting his soft skin.
You know your best friend is attractive. You’ve always known.
But this…there’s something about it now that makes your stomach twist with arousal.
His fingers pause at the bottom of your knee, his thumb rubbing soft circles into it. You’re suddenly thankful that you took the time to shave last night.
He shifts, leaning forward just enough that you can smell his cologne. “I think you just…haven’t listened to what your body wants. To what it needs.”
You scoff lightly, but it sounds forced. Honestly, you’re too focused on how his touch feels against your skin to even think about whatever it is he’s saying to you.
“I think I would know what I need.”
He shrugs, tongue flickering out to wet his lips before it slides back into his mouth. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
You pull your legs out of his grip and hug them towards your chest. He doesn’t look shocked when you do it — he just lets his hand land on the bed and looks up at you.
“Why are you bringing this up?” You ask. You hate that you can hear the way your voice sounds so quiet. Shy. You’ve never felt shy around Sunghoon.
He doesn’t say anything for a few moments. Just lets his gaze trail from your eyes down to your chest, to the curve of your hip and all the way back up to the plump of your lips.
He scoots closer slowly, and suddenly his chest is right against your calves. Breathing suddenly feels difficult – like a task instead of something you just do on autopilot. His very presence feels mind consuming.
He’s hesitant for only a moment, something flashing in his eyes, and then he’s tossing it out the window and speaking so clearly you’d almost think there were other people in the room.
“I want to help you.”
You blink. “Help me?”
“Yeah.” He says easily, like those five words hadn’t just changed the trajectory of your friendship in a way you hadn’t been prepared for. “We’re best friends, aren’t we? Best friends help each other.”
Your cheeks flush at the implication. There’s a line between helping your friend and doing something like that for them. This isn’t just him letting you borrow his notes, this is unexplored territory. This is your body, your pleasure – all of it in his hands.
You’d be lying if you said the idea didn’t excite you.
But Sunghoon is your best friend, you can’t do that with him. It’d be wrong, and it’d change your relationship completely. You don’t know if you’d ever even be able to come back from something like that. The idea in general sounds good, even if you’re positive he’s not going to change anything about your condition, but the consequences are too great. You can’t do it. You can’t.
Right?
“What?” You splutter, a nervous laugh forcing itself from your throat. “I’m sorry, are you telling me you want to help me,” you clear your throat, your voice lowering into a hushed whisper, “...orgasm?”
Sunghoon smirks, his canines on full display like he’s some type of predator. “Yeah, I am.”
You blanch, your eyes wide as you stare at him like he’s grown two heads. At this point, you think an extra extremity would probably be less shocking than the words coming out of his mouth.
“Absolutely not,” you say, arms forming an X across your chest. “That’s…I can’t do that with you. It would change too much. Besides, I already told you, I physically cannot do it. I really doubt you’re going to be the one to change that.”
Sunghoon leans back on his hands, his smirk widening just a fraction. Like he’s taking your words as some kind of challenge. It scares you and makes heat swirl in your abdomen just the same.
“So, you're scared?” He asks, tone light and teasing, but there’s an underlying smoothness to it that makes a chill crawl up your spine. “You’re scared that I’ll prove you wrong.”
“I’m not scared.” You scoff.
Sunghoon just shrugs. “You are, and that’s okay. If you want to go the rest of your life without having an orgasm, then that’s your prerogative."
Your eyes narrow at that. You know he’s just trying to rile you up to get what he wants, but you can’t help falling for it anyway. You aren’t scared of what he’ll show you, you just don’t want to mess up your friendship for something you’re positive isn’t possible. It doesn’t matter how big his fucking ego is.
“I’m not scared,” you repeat. “I just know that you aren't going to miraculously be the guy that suddenly helps me finish.”
“You’re positive?”
“Yes.”
His eyes bore into yours – challenging you. Teasing you. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he knows exactly how this is going to play out, even if you haven’t fully caught up to it.
He has to bite his cheek to keep his smile from getting any bigger. “Prove it then.”
“What?”
He leans forward again, his hands coming up to rest at the top of your knees. Slowly, he forces them apart and makes space for himself between your legs. He doesn’t move into it, just leaves it there like an unspoken promise. “If you really think I’m just going to end up like every other guy, then prove it to me. Prove me wrong.”
You know what he’s doing. You know he knows how competitive you can get. He’s trying to push you into the direction he wants, to mold you like clay into his hands. And you don’t want to fall for it, you really don’t.
But there’s something about the way he’s looking at you – all smug and so sure of himself. You’ve heard the rumors around campus, you know Sunghoons never shied away from his experience in the bedroom, but experience doesn’t matter for you. It’s just your biology.
And if he wants you to prove him wrong so fucking badly, then you will.
You don’t remember surging forward to kiss him – not until your teeth clash and he lets out the smallest sigh of approval. His hands are everywhere immediately – gripping the flesh of your hip, tracing up the line of your spine.
He kisses you like he’s been waiting for it, like he’s a man starving and you’ve depraved him from any sort of substance. His tongue slides into your mouth easily, and you let out the slightest whine at the feeling.
He groans, his eyes squeezing together tightly. For a moment, you almost think he’s in pain.
“Fuck, that’s right,” he mumbles against your lips. “Prove it to me, baby.”
You kiss him harder, saliva beginning to pool at the corners of your lips. Sunghoon licks it up without a complaint. In fact, you think he’d thank you for it if he could.
His hands under your shirt and onto your hips, rubbing circles into your skin, and then he’s dragging you onto his lap without breaking away from the kiss.
You gasp when you feel his bulge through his sweatpants, the imprint pressing right against your folds. He’s big, you can tell that without even seeing it. The thought of your best friend carrying that around makes butterflies fly somewhere in your stomach.
Sunghoon kisses you deeper, his tongue licking into your mouth. Your mind is spinning from the sensation, and he’s barely touched you outside of kissing. It makes you feel like you’re in high school all over again.
Most men don’t waste their time kissing you like this. They just give you a few pecks and then get right to work using you to chase their own high. It’s become something you’ve learned to expect. But Sunghoon is kissing you like it’s the main event – like he’s been waiting his entire life to do it.
Slowly, he uses his grip on your hips to grind you against his cock, and instant pleasure bursts low in your tummy. The fabric between you does little to dull the feeling of his tip nudging against your clit – if anything, it almost makes it all the more intimate.
“Fuck,” you sigh out, your hands gripping his shirt like you’re trying to ground yourself.
He lets out a chuckle, the sound rumbling from his chest. “Hm?” He hums, moving from your lips to your jaw. “You say something, Sweetheart?”
You bite on your lip to keep yourself from spitting some kind of insult at him. Of course he’s enjoying watching you fall apart from a few measly kisses. But that doesn’t mean anything. You still haven’t cum, and you’re positive you aren’t going to.
“Shut up,” you mumble. Your hands slide up from his chest to his hair, gripping his black locks as he sucks at the sensitive skin around your neck.
You can feel him smile against your skin, but he doesn't say anything else about it. Instead, he nips gently at your collarbone and then basks in the whimper it pulls from you.
His hips push up into yours again, and the feeling is enough to force your lips to part in pleasure. Hesitantly, you begin to grind into him on your own, your movements erratic compared to the preciseness of his thrusts.
He clicks his tongue, tightening his grip and forcing your hips to still. You immediately whine – completely forgetting that you’re supposed to be embarrassed – but he just shakes his head.
“Is that what you think pleasure is?” He asks, letting his fingertips drag across the bare skin of your stomach. “No wonder you can’t cum.”
You furrow your brows. You have no idea what he’s talking about. “What?” You murmur, the word breathless and whiny. If the entire point of this is to bring you to your peak, you don’t understand why he’s forcing you to stop.
He licks his lips, and you can’t help but notice how red and raw they are. Completely kiss-bitten. It makes you proud that he looks just as wrecked as you’re sure you do.
“You’re not letting yourself get any actual build up,” he explains, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re chasing something that hasn’t even gotten the chance to form yet.”
You part your lips to respond, maybe fight back, but nothing comes out. Because that’s the closest thing you’ve ever got to an explanation as to why you can’t seem to do something everybody else can.
You swallow, your posture turning into a slight slouch. “I don’t understand.” You admit quietly.
You’re half expecting him to judge you – maybe laugh. It’s definitely something other men would do. But he doesn’t do any of that. Instead, he pecks you softly on the nose and gently lays you down until your back is flat against the bed.
“You’re thinking too much,” he mumbles, softly tapping your forehead.
You don’t know how to tell him that you don’t know how to not think about it without sounding like a complete loser. But, then you remember that this is your best friend. And if tonight has shown you anything, it’s that he won’t judge you. You could say the dumbest thing and he would still look at you like you mean something to him.
“I don’t know how to stop.” You admit shakily, the words feeling like a losing battle as they come out.
But they seem to catch Sunghoon off guard. He’s hovering above you, eyes staring into yours with so much emotion you nearly choke on it.
This is different from the teasing Sunghoon you’d seen earlier. This Sunghoon genuinely wants to help you. He wants you to be able to experience something as trivial as an orgasm just to help you feel normal.
This Sunghoon is your best friend.
He kisses you again, but this time it’s slower. Deeper, somehow. This time it feels like he’s kissing you just because he can, and for some reason, you like that.
“Do you trust me?” He asks, his breath ghosting against your wet lips.
You nod at him without a second thought.
He crawls off of you, and the loss of his body is enough to force a breathless whine from your throat. He just shushes you and disappears out of your room. He’s been in your home enough times to know where everything is, but it still leaves you feeling slightly embarrassed at the thought of him looking around your apartment without you. You cleaned yesterday, right? You really hope so.
When he reemerges, he’s holding something long and black. It dangles from his fingers clearly, and the closer you look you realize it’s a piece of black cloth.
“Where’d you find that?” You ask. You probably should be asking what he plans to do with it, but your brain is having trouble processing actual thoughts right now.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he climbs back into bed with you, and ever so carefully presents the fabric to you.
“You said you don’t know how to turn your brain off, right?” He mumbles, bringing a hand to your thigh. His fingertips ghost over the skin, bringing goosebumps in their wake. “Maybe…Maybe this will help.”
You still aren’t understanding, and he seems to be able to tell by the look of genuine confusion on your face. He chuckles and scoots closer, but this time it seems his confidence has faded the tiniest bit. He looks almost nervous, like he’s riding a bike without training wheels for the first time.
“I don’t get it.” You mumble, letting out a nervous laugh. “How is a piece of fabric going to help?”
He balls up the fabric, eyes lingering on it before he finds your gaze again. “Just let me try something?” He asks.
Part of you is screaming at you to say no. You have no idea what’s going through his mind or what strange fantasy he’s planning to play out with you, and you’re terrified to find out.
But the other part of you…the smaller, braver part, wants you to say fuck it. You’ve already come this far with him, what’s a little more push? Besides, what could it hurt?
Slowly, your head nods up and down. Sunghoon, for what it's worth, doesn’t look smug or happy. He just swallows, his adams apple bobbing as he does, and cautiously makes his way so he’s chest to chest with you.
You watch as he brings the piece of fabric towards your head, and then suddenly your vision is cut off completely. You let out a breath of air as he ties the fabric at the back of your skull gently, his fingers working carefully to make sure he doesn’t catch any of your hair.
The vulnerability makes your core ache something awful. The thought of not being able to see him, not being able to know what his next move is…it’s exhilarating.
Your hands clench your sheets from anticipation, knuckles going a vivid white.
You hear Sunghoon chuckle, the sound low and breathy, and then he’s moving somewhere you can’t see. You can feel his hands on your thighs still, like he’s trying to keep you grounded. To reassure you that he’s still here. That he’s not leaving.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He murmurs. You feel his hand slowly slide up until he’s reaching the hem of your shorts. He doesn't go under it – just keeps it there. Like he’s teasing you.
You feel yourself flush. “Don’t say things like that.”
His fingers slide up the fabric until he reaches the waistband, and then slowly he slips his fingertips under it and tugs. “Why?” He asks. You can practically feel the smirk that you’re sure is radiating from him. “It’s true.”
You just let out a breath, too focused on the feeling of him dragging your shorts and underwear down the soft skin of your legs. You hear him toss them aside somewhere, and then the room goes very still.
You swallow uncomfortably, legs closing on instinct. You hate that you can’t see him or even try to guess what he’s thinking. Is he disappointed? Does he not want to do this anymore?
Your hands reach for the blindfold to pull it down, but a sudden grip on your wrist stops you.
“Don’t.” Sunghoon murmurs, his voice low and breathy.
You freeze, arousal begins to pool in your core, and you listen to him. Your hands fall back to your sides and leave you encased in darkness and anticipation.
Ever so slowly, you hear him move. His hands find your knees and push them apart, exposing your glistening folds to him, and you feel him settle between your thighs.
“Poor baby,” he teases, leaving featherlight kisses on the inside of your thighs. “Never been taken care of properly, huh? No wonder this pretty little pussy is practically dripping for me.” He runs the tip of his finger over your slit, and you shiver at the contact.
“Hoon,” you pant, trying to ignore that it sounds more like a beg than anything else. “Just–Just hurry up and touch me so we can get this over with.”
He has the audacity to chuckle, but makes no move to help subside the growing ache in your stomach. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he thinks this entire thing is funny.
“So impatient,” he says, clicking his tongue as he does. “This is why you’ve never cum, princess. You’re rushing things. How’s your pretty pussy supposed to finish if you never let her start in the first place?”
You don’t have a reply for that. If anything, it just irritates you that he sounds like he knows what he’s talking about. He totally doesn’t, but still. It’s annoying that he thinks he knows more about your body than you do.
Slowly, he begins to spread your lips, his thumb spreading your arousal. The pad of it catches on your clit for just a split second, but the jolt of pleasure it gives you is enough to force a gasp out of your throat.
He pulls back for just a moment, before finally his mouth is on you fully, licking a stripe from your hole all the way to your clit. Your back arches without warning, a moan pushing its way from your lungs. The suddenness of it forces your brain to go on temporary pause, and all you can focus on is the feeling of his mouth.
He licks you like a man starved, grunts of pleasure falling from his lips as if he's the one being pleasured. “There you go, baby,” he mumbles against you, the noise drowned out by the wet sounds of your sopping pussy. “Feels good, hm?”
You just moan in response, unable to form any actual thoughts. Suddenly you’re almost grateful for the blindfold, because you aren’t sure you’d be able to handle seeing him in between your legs – making a home for himself there as if he always knew he’d end up there.
His hand grips your hip suddenly, fingers digging into the plush skin so hard you’re sure there’ll be marks in the morning. “Tell me,” he gasps, punctuating it by a tug at your clit. “Tell me exactly how good it feels.”
“So–So good,” you manage. “Fuck, it’s good.”
You’ve had men go down on you before, but never like this. Never like it was something they were doing for their own pleasure and not just because they felt obligated.
“I know it is, pretty girl.” He says. You feel his free hand slowly run up your calf and your inner thigh, before his finger is prodding at your entrance and pushing through the tight ring of muscle.
Your head goes fuzzy, hips lifting off the bed and chasing the heat of his mouth and the thrusts of his finger. It’s an overwhelming sensation, one that you’ve never really experienced before. And for one fleeting moment, you think that Sunghoon might have just done the thing he set out to do.
Prove you wrong.
“Fuck,” you whine, your hand searching blindly for his in an attempt to slow him down. “Hoon, slow down–”
He doesn’t listen. Instead, he forces another finger into your hole, stretching you out deliciously and now giving you a moment to breathe.
“I know, baby, I know,” he mumbles, giving your clit another harsh suck. “It’s gonna feel real good here soon.”
Slowly, the coil in your stomach builds and builds. Usually, this would be when you stop, accidentally edging yourself and thinking it was because you just couldn’t orgasm like a normal woman can. But Sunghoon doesn’t. Instead, he works you through it like there’s no place you’d rather be.
You gasp, reaching up and tugging the blindfold off. It falls to the side slowly, and when you look down you see Sunghoon between your legs, his cock in his hand and jerking himself off with slow, languid strokes.
It’s probably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen a guy do.
“Shit, I’m gonna–oh, fuck–”
Sunghoon doesn’t go faster or harder, he just keeps the same pace, until finally you’re spilling over and releasing all over his face, your hole spasming against his fingers. He drinks your release like it’s his own personal ambrosia, groaning through it.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, voice raising in pitch. “Cum all over my face.”
He finishes shortly after you with a small cry, his cum painting your sheets and his hand a milky white.
When it’s over, you're panting like a dog in heat, thighs twitching and sweat beading across your forehead. You don’t even know what to do or say. Your best friend just made you finish for the first time after you’d spent years thinking it just wasn't possible for you. And not only did he bring you to orgasm, he did it without even using his fucking dick.
You could seriously kill him.
Slowly, he climbs up next to you, his own chest heaving from his own orgasm.
“So?” He murmurs.
You glare at him. “Don’t say it.”
He puts his hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t going to say anything.” But the smirk on his face says otherwise.
You’re having a lot of thoughts right now. Mostly that you can’t believe you just let your best friend eat you out.
But mostly that you can’t wait for him to do it again.
Pairings: Roommate!Jungwon x Fem!Reader x Best Friend!Jay
IN WHICH... your roommate Jungwon knows you're down bad for his best friend, Jay. He loves watching Jay flirt with you until you're a flustered mess, so why not spice things up with a little game?
A/N: I know Truth or Dare is a bit overused...BUT I WANTED TO WRITE IT, OK. Anyways, live, laugh, love JayWon. This is pretty filthy; enjoy ;D
Jungwon glanced at you, sprawled on the couch with your feet propped in his lap like you always did after a long day of classes.
He smiled to himself, rubbing soothing circles on your ankles as he glanced at his messages.
Jay was coming over in thirty minutes, and you had no idea.
He imagined the look on your face when he walked through the door— eyes wide and cheeks flushed, smiling too much, laughing too loudly.
It was adorable.
He loved seeing you turn into a flustered mess around his best friend. So he took every opportunity he could to put you two in the same room, watching from the side as you tried and failed to appear cool and relaxed.
Jay was a good sport about it, smiling when he was supposed to, keeping his flirting just subtle enough to drive you insane without crossing a line.
Jungwon watched it all, pulling you into his chest after getting home, as you babbled about how hot Jay was. You let him run his hands down your arms and bury his face in your neck, too distracted by thoughts of Jay to realize just how much your roommate loved to touch you.
Another message popped up on Jungwon’s phone.
Jay was ten minutes away.
He looked at you again, your face relaxed as you stared at your phone, your mouth curling slightly at the corners at something on the screen.
It was going to be a fun night.
You looked at Jungwon as the doorbell rang. “Are you expecting someone?”
He shrugged, gently removing your feet from his lap as he stood up. “Nope, I’ll check.” He got up and walked to the door, his figure disappearing down the hall.
You heard the door open, and a familiar voice trailed into the room.
You froze.
No, it couldn’t be.
You bolted upright, looking down in horror as you realized that you were in pajamas: an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts that rode up your thighs. There was no time to change, no time to hide in your room. You ran your fingers through your hair, adjusting the shorts on your hips as you assumed a normal sitting position on the couch.
Jay walked into the room, and you glanced over your shoulder as casually as you could manage. “Oh, hey, Jay.”
His characteristic side-smile appeared on his face: “Hey, y/n, how are you?”
You smiled, “I’m good, just…relaxing.” You tried not to let your eyes wander. He was wearing a loose button-up shirt and baggy jeans. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbows, with two buttons undone at the top, so his collarbone was on full display.
But the worst (best) part? A thin pair of black glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, perched lazily as if he threw them on in a rush.
Was he trying to kill you?
You turned away as you felt heat creeping up your neck, scrolling absently on your phone.
Jungwon’s voice wafted through the space: “Can I get you something to drink, Jay?”
“Water’s fine.”
Your eyes were on your phone, but your attention was solely focused on Jay’s every movement. You heard him shift on his feet before he walked over and took a seat on the couch next to you, only a cushion between you.
“You look comfy.” He said.
You sucked in your bottom lip, pulling your bare legs under you as you shot him a half-smile. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were coming over.”
He chuckled lowly, the sound triggering a warm ache between your legs. “It’s ok, I don’t mind.” He paused before adding, “It’s cute.”
A smile worked its way to your mouth as you fiddled with the bottom of your shirt. This kind of comment was normal for Jay, subtle but said at just the right moment to make you squirm. No matter how many times he did it, you never got used to it.
Jungwon came over with a glass of water for Jay, setting it on the table in front of him before sitting on the other side of you. He put his arm over your shoulder and practically pulled you on top of him, drawing a surprised yelp from your lips.
You gave him a sharp look, feeling a blush settle on your cheeks. He was never this touchy when Jay was around, always opting to hover on the sidelines and hold you later after you were done being a flustered mess.
But now his arm casually rested over your waist, your back against his chest as he traced your stomach through your shirt.
Jay’s eyes flicked to Jungwon’s arm over you, but he said nothing, his face unreadable. He leaned over and brought the water glass to his lips, his throat bobbing as he drank.
You couldn’t help but stare.
“Should we watch something?”
Jungwon’s voice interrupted your thoughts, and you tore your gaze away from Jay and to the TV, where Jungwon was already scrolling through movies.
Ten minutes later, you all settled on some rom-com you’d never seen, the studio fanfare echoing through the room.
Jungwon rested his chin on your head, his arm tightening around your waist as he shifted to pull you closer.
You didn’t move; you couldn’t move, because pulling away from him would mean moving closer to Jay, which was not an option. So you leaned back, letting yourself relax against Jungwon. You felt him smile behind you.
Throughout the movie, Jungwon’s hands got bolder. He traced circles on your thigh, brushed his knuckles against your arm, and played with the edge of your shirt so his fingers were just centimeters from the bare skin of your stomach.
You tried to ignore it, but with Jay on the other side of you, every touch felt different—charged. You knew that Jungwon was enjoying this, a hum vibrating from his chest every time you shifted under him.
At one point, he put his lips next to your ear, hot breath fanning over your neck as he whispered, “Comfortable?”
Your skin shivered, and you let out a breath, “Yeah.”
“Really? Because you’re moving a lot.”
You glanced at Jay to see if he was listening, but his face was turned towards the TV, seemingly totally unaware of your conversation.
“I know what you’re doing,” you hissed.
Jungwon let his hand rest at the top of your thigh. “What am I doing?”
“Being annoying.”
He laughed softly against your hair, which drew Jay’s attention. His dark eyes flicked to his friend's hand on your thigh, and this time—just barely—his eyes narrowed.
Jay stood up. “I’m going to grab a beer; anyone want one?”
“Ooh, yes, please,” Jungwon said
Jay looked at you, “y/n?”
You nodded, “Sure.”
The second he left the room, you wiggled out of Jungwon’s arms, climbing out of his lap.
“Hey,” he whined, reaching for you.
You ignored him. “What’s gotten into you? You’re so…clingy.”
“Can a guy not cuddle with his roommate?”
“Uh, not in front of the guy you know I like,” You said.
“I’m helping you; this will make him jealous.”
“Or it will scare him off, because Jay’s a good guy who wouldn’t steal the girl his best friend is fondling.”
Jungwon shrugged, “Fine, if you don’t like me touching you, I won’t.” He crossed his arms.
“I-,” you stopped. Of course, you liked it—being held by him. After a long day, Jungwon was always the person who could help you relax. Always the person who made you feel safe.
But this was different, at least—that’s what you told yourself.
You were still staring at Jungwon’s pouty expression when Jay walked back in.
He handed you both a beer and took his old seat, eyes darting between you and Jungwon.
You sighed and sat between them, your knee now barely brushing against Jungwon’s. He didn’t look at you.
The TV droned on, and you kept telling yourself that this was what you wanted. To be around Jay and embarrassingly flirt with him until (you hoped) he would finally make a move. But he was quietly watching the movie, and Jungwon was looking ahead with an expression like a stone, ignoring you regardless of how many apologetic glances you sent him.
You sank into the couch cushions and chalked the night up to a failure.
When the movie ended, you immediately got to your feet, planning to hide in your room for the rest of the evening.
“Tired already?” Jay said.
You laughed nervously, “Yeah, well I have a lot of studying to do tomorrow.”
“You didn’t even finish your drink.”
You looked down at the coffee table where your barely touched beer sat, the one you’d abandoned after Jungwon had given you the cold shoulder.
“You can finish it.” You said.
“y/n.”
You stopped, because no matter how hard you tried, Jungwon was your weakness. You turned, and almost smiled in relief when you saw that his cold expression had been replaced with a teasing smirk.
“How about we play a game?”
Your eyes narrowed. “What game?”
“Hmm,” he put a finger on his lip, “Would You Rather? Never Have I Ever? Truth or Dare?”
“What are we, thirteen?” Jay snorted.
“Come on, Jay Hyung, it’ll be fun. Have you ever even played them?”
Jay tapped his foot. “I guess not.”
Jungwon grinned at you. “y/n? Don’t make me force you.”
You tried to resist. Tried to make the words “no” come out of your mouth because the idea of playing any of those games with Jay in the mix made your heart race. But you still felt bad for shutting down Jungwon earlier, and he looked so cute right now with his hair flopping over his forehead…
“Fine.” You plopped back onto the couch. “Would You Rather sounds the least painful.”
“What do you say we introduce some shots into the mix, Jay?” Jungwon said.
Jay smiled, “In that case, Truth or Dare is best.” He looked at you, “That way you have an out.”
You groaned, “Why ask me if you’re not gonna listen?”
Jungwon laughed and ruffled your hair before heading to the kitchen. “You were outvoted y/n; it’s totally fair.”
“Whatever.”
Ten minutes later, the three of you sat on the ground around the coffee table, a shot glass in front of each of you with a bottle of vodka in the center.
“You'd better actually play the game, Wonie. I’m not in the mood to deal with you being drunk right now.” You grumbled.
He waved his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll play, I promise.”
Jay just chuckled and poured each of you a shot. “One to start?”
You didn’t even wait for them. Just grabbed your glass and downed it, wincing as the bitter liquid hit the back of your throat.
Both of them stared at you with surprise etched on their faces.
“What?”
“Someone wasn’t lying about the long day,” Jay said, downing his too.
You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just start.”
After taking his shot, Jungwon turned to you. “Ok, y/n, truth or dare?”
You hesitated. This game was new for Jungwon, a step beyond the teasing comments and subtle hints. To make things worse, you could tell from the way he looked at you that he was feeling risky. Neither option was safe.
“Truth.”
He smiled sweetly. “What do you think about Jay Hyung?"
You froze. The question was simple enough, and Jungwon asked it with a casual lightness to his voice that could fool everyone. Everyone except you. You glanced at Jay, who seemed to be trying to hold back a smirk.
“Jay is…nice. He’s respectful and caring and…plays the guitar really well.”
Jungwon raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?”
You nodded quickly, avoiding Jay’s eyes that you felt burning into the side of your face. “Yup.”
He shrugged. “Ok, your turn then.”
“Truth or dare, Jungwon?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Dare.”
You bit your lip, flying through a list of potential dares. They all felt so boring, and you were starting to feel a bit vengeful. He loved making you squirm; maybe it was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine.
“I dare you to let me text your ex.” You smirked; it was perfect. He hated talking about her. You’d met her once, and she was that annoying type who was painfully clingy and controlling. If she wasn’t with him, she was texting him—often about her complete disapproval of you—saying how “improper” it was for a guy to have a female roommate. He had to block her for his own sanity. He would definitely take the shot; no way would he open up that can of worms.
Jungwon pulled out his phone and held it out to you with zero hesitation. “Go ahead.”
You stared at him, pushing down your shock as you slowly took it out of his hands. “Really?”
He shrugged.
You pursed your lips and decided to take a different route. You stood up and walked over to Jungwon, lowering yourself into his lap. You felt him exhale sharply, and Jay chuckled from the other side of the table. You took Jungwon’s arm and wrapped it around you, then pulled up his phone camera. You shifted until the picture looked as couply as possible, then took it, the frame showing nothing but his large hand palming your stomach.
You stood up and sent it before looking back at Jungwon.
He looked genuinely flustered, the most you’d ever seen him. His face was bright red, his pupils wide, and he couldn’t quite meet your eyes.
You cocked your head. He touched you like that all the time and never looked more than vaguely amused. But the second you initiated, he looked just like you after a few hours of talking to Jay…
Wait.
No.
Jungwon’s phone buzzed in your hand, ripping you out of your thoughts. You opened it to the message you’d sent, eyes widening at the texts that flooded the screen.
I fucking knew you liked her.
You asshole, how long were you cheating on me??
That bitch can’t give you HALF of what I could!!
They went on and on and on… and you half-threw Jungwon’s phone back at him before sitting back down, feeling slightly dizzy. Were you really that oblivious?
Jungwon looked between you and the messages lighting up his phone, his eyes a storm of concern and satisfaction.
Jay wasted no time. “Jungwon, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” he said, trying to catch your eye.
“Did you really choose to room with y/n over me because you thought ‘space would be good for our friendship’?”
Your head snapped up, looking between the two boys before settling on Jungwon, who was shooting Jay a death glare.
“You told me Jay had already found a roommate.”
He laughed nervously, “Well, Heeseung was looking for a place.”
“But I asked him first,” Jay said. “He turned me down almost immediately.”
“Listen…” Jungwon tried.
“Answer the question or drink,” Jay said.
You were staring at Jungwon like he was a different person, and you assumed he noticed, because one look at you and he was reaching for his shot glass. After he drank, he leveled an annoyed expression at Jay.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Jay said.
Jungwon worked his jaw, studying Jay carefully. “I dare you to take your shirt off.”
Jay snorted, his eyebrows raised. “Really?”
“Do it or drink, Jay Hyung.”
You stared at your lap, wanting nothing more than to hide in your room. You knew if Jay did that, you’d be a blushing mess, and Jungwon knew it too.
But if he liked you, why did he keep pushing you towards Jay? Shouldn’t he be possessive or something? Although now that you thought about it, he was possessive—at least around everyone who wasn’t Jay. He never let you out of his sight at parties, and within minutes of a guy approaching you, he was always by your side, a light hand at your back as he subtly told the guy to fuck off.
You thought he was looking out for you, making sure you were safe. But now, you saw it for what it really was: a claim.
And for some reason, Jay was the only exception.
Jay glanced at you, his eyes dropping down to the way you were wringing your hands. He nodded slightly, and slowly—torturously—unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. He let it slip off his shoulders and tossed it behind him, leaving his chest completely bare.
It should be illegal how good he looked. Messy black hair, tan skin, black glasses sitting crooked on the edge of his nose. You tried not to stare. You really did. But you’d been imagining this exact image for months, and now that it was in front of you, you couldn’t look away.
Jay caught your eye and smirked, leaning back onto his hands behind his back and looking smugly at Jungwon.
But your roommate’s eyes were locked on you. He studied you with a hunger you’d never seen in him, watching the way your eyes were pulled to Jay like a magnet, and the way you crossed your legs, trying to calm the hot pressure building in your core.
“It’s your turn, y/n,” Jay said.
You stared at the bottle of vodka on the table, not wanting to look at either of them. The tension in the room was palpable, hovering around you like a raincloud ready to burst.
You forced yourself to look at Jay, trying with your entire being to keep your eyes on his face. “Truth or dare?”
He tilted his head, a slight smile on his face as he took in the blush on your neck. “Truth.”
“Um.” You looked between him and the vodka. “Do you…really think I’m cute?”
You watched as Jay’s eyes darkened, his gaze briefly dropping to your lips. He leaned forward, his muscles flexing as he rested his forearm on the table. “I mean what I say, y/n.”
The way he was looking at you was doing unholy things to your brain. You felt like he was undressing you with his eyes, his stare lingering on every shift of your hips as you squirmed under his attention.
You wanted him to touch you so bad it hurt.
Jungwon cleared his throat, snapping you both out of your trance. A muscle in his jaw was clenched as he looked between the two of you, his fingers tapping against his knee in a steady rhythm.
You bit your lip, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes. “Go ahead, Jay.”
“Truth or dare y/n?”
You were quickly losing your ability to look Jay in the eye without every thought in your head immediately dissolving into warm emptiness. Your thighs clenched involuntarily every time his low voice slipped from between his lips, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it together.
“Dare.”
Jay exhaled softly, and you saw his hand clench. He looked at Jungwon, whose cheeks were already flushed, and pupils wide as he looked at you, a half-contained neediness in his eyes.
“I dare you to sit in my lap.”
You felt your mouth fall open as the words left his mouth, a rush of blood going straight between your legs. His eyes traced the parting of your lips the same way a cat looked at a toy, drinking in your shock like it was fuel. He shot you the crooked half-smile he knew drove you crazy. “You can drink, you know.”
You knew you should. It was one of those dares that was supposed to make you drink, but the thought of your back pressed against Jay’s bare chest…it was everything you’d been dreaming about.
Jungwon’s gaze bore into you like a physical pressure, and as you turned your head, you prepared yourself for jealousy, even anger. But instead, when your eyes met his, you found only anticipation.
You stared at your shot glass, every thought in your brain screaming at you to fill it, but your desire was winning, and your body was being pulled towards Jay as if he was your center of gravity.
Slowly, you got to your feet and moved towards Jay. His eyes were almost completely black as he watched you, and when you lowered your butt to sit squarely in his crossed legs, his hands found your hips, holding you firmly against him.
He took off his glasses and placed them on the table, then shifted so his chin rested on your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered in your ear. “Good choice.”
You had to hold your breath to stop from whimpering. His skin felt electric whenever it touched you, and his hands weren’t helping. His fingers traced gentle strokes in the bend between your hips and thighs, one of them occasionally brushing up your bare leg.
You cursed yourself for wearing shorts; the skin-to-skin contact was going to be the end of you.
“Jungwon, go.” Jay’s low voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t stop yourself from exhaling softly.
You felt him smile against your ear.
Jungwon licked his lips, gaze locked on the way you chewed on your lip to keep from making a sound you knew you’d regret.
“y/n, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” you said quickly.
His question was instant and slightly breathless. “Are you turned on right now?”
You tensed, and at that moment, Jay’s hand drifted towards your inner thigh.
You gasped, pressing your back against his chest as the pressure in your core tightened.
Jungwon smirked, his expression almost predatory.
Jay chuckled. “I feel like that answers it.”
“I want to hear her say it,” Jungwon said.
You knew there was no getting out of this one, but you tried to sound at least a little put-together as you said it. “Yes…”
“Yes what?” Jungwon asked.
You clicked your tongue. “Yes, I’m turned on.”
Jay nuzzled his nose behind your ear, his lips brushing over your hot skin, sending a shivering jolt down your back.
“Jay…” you sighed.
He made a sound similar to a purr. “Oh, I like it when you say my name like that.”
The ache between your legs was so intense it hurt, and you were about five seconds away from grinding on Jay’s lap. You couldn’t take it anymore; you needed to be touched.
Then you realized you had the power, because it was your turn.
Jungwon had moved closer, taking your old spot as he watched the way Jay traced your neck with his lips, his fingers playing with the necklace around his neck.
“Jungwon, truth or dare?”
His eyes darted up to yours. “Truth.”
You sighed because it was not the one you wanted him to pick. Luckily, you still had plenty of questions. “Why do you like watching Jay flirt with me?”
You saw them exchange glances.
Jungwon rubbed the back of his neck. “I liked…that he distracted you. I could see you get flustered and nervous around me since it wasn’t about me. You’d let me hold you and comfort you, something that would never happen if I-”
He stopped, and you noticed the growing tint of red on his cheeks.
“If you what?”
He leaned back on his hands, a teasing smile on his face. “You’ll have to wait for your next turn.”
You rolled your eyes, momentarily forgetting where you were sitting until Jay’s hand slipped under your shirt.
You inhaled sharply as his hand palmed your stomach, the contact making your hunger flourish with a new intensity.
Jay’s voice sounded close to your ear. “I guess it’s my turn now. Are you ready?”
You nodded, your head feeling heavy.
His breath made your skin tingle as he spoke. “Truth or dare y/n?”
Frankly, you were done playing games.
“Dare.”
He smiled against your neck, and a few seconds passed before he declared your fate.
“I dare you to kiss Jungwon.”
The room went silent.
You looked at Jungwon.
He was staring at Jay with wide eyes, all of his playful confidence gone as his carefully guarded desires were revealed to the world.
“You can still drink y/n,” Jay said, his voice smug.
You realized you didn’t want to, and even though Jay was the one who made your knees weak, you were so horny you didn’t particularly care who was doing the touching.
Your eyes flicked down to Jungwon’s lips, and you felt a spark of pleasure in your brain when you saw his eyes visibly darken with need. Plus, it was about time that Jungwon took his turn being the flustered one.
You moved to climb out of Jay’s lap, but his hands gripped your hips, holding you down. “Nope, he has to come to you.”
Jungwon didn’t hesitate. He moved until he was directly across from Jay’s legs, looking up at you with nervous anticipation.
Slowly, you hooked your hand behind his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as your eyes scanned his face.
You’d barely touched him, and he looked wrecked. His pupils were blown completely wide, his skin was hot, and his breathing came out in quick, shallow gasps. He kept looking between your eyes and your lips, like he was scared they’d disappear if he looked away for too long.
You smiled because you were starting to understand why Jungwon enjoyed seeing you like this. The way he was looking at you made your core ache just as much as Jay’s rogue fingers, and you wondered how many of the nights that he held you after watching you lose your mind over Jay ended with him stroking himself in his room.
Now, you could help each other.
You leaned in, and you felt him tentatively brush his nose against yours, his hot breath ghosting over your mouth before your lips finally touched.
His lips were soft, familiar like you’d kissed them thousands of times. You felt a warmth bloom in your chest like a campfire—intense but safe. Jungwon made a sound, and you felt his hand instinctively rise to brush your waist, like he wanted to hold you but didn’t want to overstep.
You grabbed his wrist and moved his hand the rest of the way, smiling against his lips as his fingers dug gratefully into your side.
That’s when you felt a finger press on your clit.
You gasped into Jungwon’s mouth as a surge of pleasure swept through your body, your grip on his hair tightening, causing a groan to slip from his lips.
“Don’t mind me,” Jay said, pulling your hair back from your neck and leaning down to kiss the sensitive skin, his finger still pressed firmly on your clit through your shorts.
Your focus was narrowed until all you could feel was the painful pressure between your legs and the warmth of Jungwon’s lips. But in that moment, it didn’t matter whose lips were whose, or whose hands; all that mattered was that you wanted them on you.
So you kissed Jungwon as if your life depended on it, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him as close as physics allowed, because on that floor—sandwiched between two boys that’d been devouring you with their eyes for hours—it felt like it did.
Jungwon responded to your sudden eagerness like he’d been waiting for it all his life, opening his mouth and letting your tongues dance like fated lovers, his hands gripping your waist with a claiming force.
Jay hadn’t stopped kissing your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin like he wanted to spell his own name in bruises. His fingers had started making light circles over your clothed core, the slight pressure driving you even crazier than direct contact. You shifted on his lap, trying to grind against his finger and increase the pressure. Every time, his other hand would pinch the skin on your inner thigh, making you arch and tremble against his back.
You desperately wanted to feel your skin pressed against his bare chest, so you moved one arm from around Jungwon’s neck and gripped the bottom of your sleep shirt, tugging it up against Jungwon’s hands. He got the message and detached from your lips with a wet pop, ripping your shirt off your body and tossing it to the side.
A broken groan escaped his lips as he took you in bare before him. “You’re more than I ever imagined.” He reached out and rolled one of your hard nipples between his thumb and index finger, smiling as you moaned at the contact.
“Do you like it when I touch you y/n?”
“Yes!” You gasped. “I love it when you touch me, Wonie.”
“God, you sound so pretty,” Jay said, teeth grazing over your ear.
You leaned your head back on his shoulder, sighing as your skin met his.
“Fuck Jungwon,” Jay said, his hand on your hip moving up to cup your other breast. “How did you hold back for so long?”
Jungwon took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud. “I wanted her to beg for it.”
Jay smiled and forced your chin towards him, drinking in your wrecked expression with hungry eyes. “I don’t hear much begging.”
“Jay,” you breathed, “I want you so bad.”
“How bad?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?” He sighed, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb.
You continued, the pressure in your core so intense it was making you delirious, Jungwon’s persistent mouth on your chest not helping. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I dreamed of you inside me, please.”
The sentence had barely left your mouth when he kissed you.
His lips were hungry, firm, devouring your mouth like a wild animal. One of your hands found his hair, and he growled, holding your chin towards him with an almost painful grip.
The room was filled with the sound of clashing tongues and wet licks, your strained moan occasionally cutting through the filth.
Jay’s hand had migrated under your sleep shorts, running up your folds through your soaked panties.
Your hips jerked against him with every stroke, begging for more.
He just smiled against your lips, never giving you the pressure you craved.
He was just as bad as Jungwon, preferring to watch you slowly come apart, much more than the end goal. You wondered if your roommate had learned it from him.
You were vaguely aware of Jungwon removing his hoodie and t-shirt, moving forward until you were basically straddled between them. His hands found your waistband, pulling your shorts down completely until you were naked besides your panties. He watched Jay’s hand run over your core with glazed eyes, his erection growing painfully in his pants.
When you felt Jungwon’s hand on your wrist, pulling it towards him, you broke the kiss with Jay to look, breathing heavily.
Jungwon placed your palm over his bulge, groaning as you squeezed softly.
You leaned forward, watching every twitch of pleasure on Jungwon’s face as you rubbed him. “How long have you been hiding this from me, Jungwon?”
He tilted his head back, moaning softly. “So long, baby.”
The pet name made you smile. “You should have just asked; you know how much I like to make you happy. My sweet Wonie, my perfect roommate. I could have helped you.”
His face was strained as he looked at you. “Really? You would have…?”
You lowered your voice, keeping your eyes locked. “Anything for you, Jungwon.”
That was enough to make him buck against your hand, and he pulled away from your touch, gasping as his legs trembled. “I almost came right there, and you barely touched me.”
“Take it off, Jungwon.”
He nodded, pulling at the waistband of his sweats, stripping down his pants, and his boxers in one motion. His cock sprang free, already dripping and angry with arousal.
You licked your lips and reached for him.
Jungwon sat back down, and when your fingers made contact, he groaned.
You slowly stroked his shaft, watching his face contort in pleasure at your touch.
You heard Jay sigh behind you, the sound sending a vibration through your back. “Need to see your face look like that,” he whispered.
Then his fingers slipped under your panties.
“Jay!” You moaned, pressing your back harder against his chest.
His finger swiped through your wet folds, the sound so filthy it made you arch against him.
You continued your strokes along Jungwon’s shaft, speeding up slightly when Jay’s fingers made your control slip.
Jungwon was a moaning mess under you, keeping himself propped up on his elbows as he watched you touch him while Jay made you squirm.
Jay put his other hand back on your breast, pinching your hard nipple as he continued to tease your entrance.
You brushed your finger over the slit on Jungwon’s tip; his sounds were the only thing keeping you grounded as Jay edged you.
“Fuck!” Jungwon groaned. “Talk to me, y/n; I want to hear your voice.”
“Wonie,” you gasped, trying to grind against Jay’s fingers. “I’ve always loved it when you touched me; you always made me feel good even when I was miserable.”
Jay’s thumb pressed against your clit, drawing a high-pitched moan from your throat. You pumped Jungwon’s dick with desperate speed, feeling the pressure in your core building.
Jungwon’s breathing was ragged. “y/n, I’m close!”
“Jay!” You sobbed, turning your head to bury your face in his neck.
Jay chuckled lowly and finally slipped two fingers past your entrance, a scream streaming from your lips as he curled up to hit your G-spot.
Your orgasm hit you like a truck, exploding through you like a parade of fireworks. You let go of Jungwon and gripped Jay’s knees with an iron grip as pleasure wracked your body.
Jungwon came right after, gasping as hot ropes of his cum shot out over your stomach and even Jay’s hand, which was still moving inside you as he helped you through your orgasm.
You ground on Jay’s hand as you rode out the aftershocks, your chest heaving as the hours of buildup were finally released.
When you were slumped against him, Jay removed his hand, eyes going to Jungwon as he studied the remnants of cum on his arm.
Jungwon lay on the ground with a lazy smile on his face. “Sorry, Jay Hyung.”
Jay just smirked and put his arm in front of your mouth. “Open up.”
Your mouth dropped open, too spent to be anything but obedient.
Jay put his hand on the back of your head and pushed you towards his arm, sighing as he watched you lick up the white substance. “Good girl.”
When you were done, you fell back onto Jay’s chest, finding solace in his warmth.
He chuckled. “You ok?”
You nodded, your eyes closed as you nuzzled your cheek into his neck. “I’m perfect.”
“Yeah, you are,” Jungwon said, watching you curl into Jay with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
“But I feel bad that you didn’t get to feel good, Jay.”
Jay stroked your hair. “Don’t feel bad; watching you was reward enough.”
You traced his collarbone with your finger, his skin so warm and smooth it was intoxicating. You remembered what you’d said to him earlier when he’d asked you to beg. You hadn’t lied; they weren’t just words spoken in desperation. You wanted Jay fully, and the fresh ache in your core told you that you weren’t ready for the night to end.
You put your lips next to his ear and lowered your voice into a whisper. “Jay, I still need you.”
He tensed under you, his hands that had been wandering over your waist stilling.
“y/n…” he said, his voice strained.
“What?” You pouted. “Do you not want me?”
He stared at your plump lips, and you could see the battle of restraint in his eyes. His expression alone answered your question, but you wanted to hear him say it.
“It’s not that, I just…” A muscle in his jaw twitched, and he looked at Jungwon, who was watching the two of you closely. “Jungwon has liked you for so long and I can’t-”
Jungwon cut him off. “It’s ok, Jay, do what she asks.”
“What?” Jay said.
You looked at your roommate, whose back was already propped against the table, his hand drifting to his hardening cock. “Fuck her, Jay Hyung.”
Jay searched your face for confirmation, his hand drifting down to your ass.
So you kissed him.
Jay groaned into your mouth, his lips moving with a new intensity now that the unspoken boundaries had been stripped away. One of his hands tangled in your hair while the other hooked under your thigh, holding you flush against him. He gently lowered you off his lap, pushing you onto your back on the carpet. He stood up and grabbed at the zipper on his jeans, sighing as his hard length finally sprang free.
“Jay,” you moaned. Your walls clenched at the sight of him, and you watched with bated breath as he slowly sank to his knees before you.
Beside you, Jungwon had started to stroke himself. His eyes were glassy as they flicked between Jay’s dick and your face, pupils widening as he watched your lips part in a needy whine. The effect your sounds had on him was almost concerning. He thought that he could spend the rest of his life hearing them and never get tired of it. He reminded himself to ask if he could record you next time.
Jay grabbed your legs and hooked them over his shoulders, smirking when you gasped at the sudden change in position. He hissed as he let his tip run through your folds, your wetness coating his length.
You clawed at the floor, fingers curling in the carpet as shockwaves of pleasure coursed through you in intense bursts. Your vagina clenched around nothing, wanting so desperately to be filled.
“You feel so fucking good.” Jay groaned. He teased your entrance, hovering at the rim of your hole, moving in small circles.
You tried to push yourself onto him, but he pulled back every time, watching with brutal satisfaction as a few tears spilled down your face.
“Jay!” You sobbed, so frustrated you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You didn’t think you’d wanted anything more in your life.
“Shh, it’s ok, baby.” Jungwon appeared by your head. He stroked your hair and peppered kisses down your face. “Just a little longer, ok?”
You reached for him; his voice a beacon in the dark, more comforting than you could put into words.
Jungwon interlaced your fingers and leaned down to kiss your lips.
You gripped his hair, holding onto him like a lifeline.
His kiss was deep and claiming, full of unspoken confessions and pent-up desires. With every move of his lips, you remembered the way he held you to his chest after a long day, or the way he hovered near you at a party, only a step away whenever you needed him.
You were lost in it, lost in him, and then you felt a pressure between your legs, and with a strangled groan, Jay pushed inside of you.
You cried out, ripping your mouth away from Jungwon as you threw your head back, the stretch so good you were seeing white.
Since you were still wet from earlier, Jay wasted no time. He moved inside of you in eager thrusts, his rhythm hard and devastating.
“You’re so tight,” he growled, “so fucking perfect for me.”
Jungwon kept stroking your hair, his other hand on his cock as he pumped himself in time with Jay’s thrusts. “Keep going, Jay Hyung, she’s so pretty right now.”
Jay’s grip tightened on your hips as he deepened his thrusts, studying the pleasure on your face with the same care and intensity he studied his F1 races.
You were a moaning wreck, your sounds getting higher and more frequent as you felt your orgasm building.
Jungwon removed his hand from your hair and shifted towards where Jay was slipping inside of you. With one hand never leaving his dick, his gaze turned towards you; he reached down and pressed two fingers on your clit.
You screamed, tears streaming down your face as he started making firm, consistent circles over the sensitive bud.
He pumped himself harder, his breaths turning ragged as he approached his climax.
Jay had started slamming into you with frantic snaps against your pelvis, his eyes wide as short gasps stumbled from his lips.
You were all close, all chasing a release you’d been thinking of the second Jungwon turned down Jay’s roommate offer. Beginning the slow-burn cycle of stolen glances and loaded words that left you all aching by the end of the day.
You came first.
A broken cry ripped from your throat as you felt your walls clamp down around Jay, spasms of pleasure flowing through your body in waves.
Jay followed you, gasping as his hot seed filled you to the brim, your pussy milking him dry. He slowed his thrusts as he helped you through it, the two of you moaning in harmony.
Jungwon was last. He jerked himself off with quick strokes of his hand, wrecked whines slipping from between his lips as he came for the second time that night. He aligned himself so most of it landed around your mouth, and you licked up as much as you could, finding the way he followed the flicks of your tongue addicting.
The smell of sex lingered over the room like a cloud, the only sound the heaving of your mingled breaths.
Jay pulled out of you, groaning as your bodies came apart with a wet squelch. He collapsed next to you, eyes closed as he caught his breath.
Jungwon crawled to the vacant space between your legs, licking his lips before leaning down to clean up Jay’s cum leaking down your thighs.
You whimpered, oversensitive and spent, too weak to shove him away.
“Jay, would you get her face?” Jungwon said, voice muffled between your legs.
Jay sighed, opening his eyes and leaning over you. He kissed away the remains of Jungwon’s mess, tongue flicking over your skin as he licked up every drop. When he was done, he kissed you softly, and you moaned when you tasted Jungwon’s cum on his lips.
He smirked, “You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”
You kissed him again, a smile on your lips. “Only for you.”
When Jungwon was finished, he lay down on your other side, his hand moving to your waist as he pulled your back against his chest. He kissed your shoulder. “How do you feel?”
You placed your hand over his on your waist, brushing his fingers. “Tired.”
“But a good tired?” Jay asked.
You laughed. “Yeah, pretty good.”
“So I didn’t ruin our friendship?” Jungwon asked, face buried in your hair.
You smiled. “No, Wonie, I think you made it better.”
“So…we can do this again?”
You giggled at the hope in his voice. “All three of us?”
Jay pushed a strand of hair out of your face. “If you want.”
You ran your hand down Jay’s chest, smiling when his muscles flexed under your touch. You could get used to this.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
Jungwon made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a laugh, peppering kisses down your neck, his lips curved into a smile against your skin. “Now I can stop pretending everything you do doesn’t drive me insane.”
Jay leaned in and kissed you softly. “You know, at first, I only flirted because Jungwon asked me to, but somewhere along the way, I started believing what I was saying.”
You grinned, brushing his cheek with your thumb. “So you’re in?”
in which ⭑ you and your boyfriend are on the road driving back from a camping trip with your family, yet your boyfriend insists on bothering you the whole way back home.
content warning ⭑ unprotected sex, car sex, risky sex, bulge/size kink, some fluff + aftercare, riki is downbad, pain infliction (biting), quickie, thigh worshipping, creampie, golden retriever bf ♡ black cat gf, unparticipating third party, use of name mami, not proofread
ⓘ wc ⭑ 2.1k
| now playing ⭑ fetish
riki takes out one earbud out from your ear. "baby, are you even listening to what i'm saying?" he complains, pouting.
you don't even spare him a glance, your eyes just stay focused to the endless flat grass fields from behind the car window.
"riki, please i'm listening to my podcast." - you sigh, reaching over to take back the earbud - "we still have like 28 something minutes left until we're home." you've been talking non-stop for the past 3 hours."
"please baby? i'll leave you alone to nap when we get back home. but if you shut me out like this what am i supposed to do for the next unbearable 28 minutes?
"i don't know?" you shrug, dismissively. "play something on your phone."
riki huffs, clearly dissatisfied. "fine."
you smile to yourself as you put the other earbud back in, turning your attention back to the scenery outside.
it all lasts a total of a few seconds before a finger pokes you on your thigh.
"...riki."
"what?" he asks, playfully.
"you said 'fine.'"
"i lied."
"i see that now."
with a defeated sigh, you pull out both earbuds out and tuck the wires into your travel bag in the seatback pocket. there's no point fighting him on this anymore.
his eyes light up instantly, a huge grin plastered on his face. it's cute.
his hand settles on your bare thigh, a finger wandering underneath the spandex of your shorts. he squeezes at the soft plump skin of your thighs before tracing circles and other shapes on your thigh.
"what are you doing?"
"i don't know," he hums. "i missed you."
"i'm literally right here." you flick his forehead.
"ow! what was that for?"
riki gives your thigh another squeeze - his focus never leaves your thighs.
he keeps squeezing, poking, tracing who knows what like a bored kid playing with a stress toy. you let him get away with it for a few more seconds before giving him another flick to the forehead.
"...worth it. i don't care." he mutters, rubbing his forehead before snaking his hand back on your thigh.
"you hate me." he mutters.
"i don't."
"you - whatever." he sighs. riki scoots closer, leaning his head on your shoulder. his blonde locks fall on your bare shoulder. "please?"
"what now riki?"
"i just want your attention." his fingers play with your hands.
"you been having it." you ruffle your fingers through his soft hair. "i know, but i want more."
his fingers wander between your thighs, resting his hand inbetween. you know what this means.
you glance toward the front of the car, your parents and siblings are still busy talking amongst themselves. thankfully too busy to care about the two of you in the very back row.
"i mean i guess.." - you start - "we have time to waste anyway."
his head perks up. "really? you'd let me?" he asks, almost like he can't believe you'd ever agree to something to like this.
"why not? i'm bored too." you shrug.
"but you're going to be on lookout duty, i swear to - riki.. if anyone turns their head around i'm blaming you. i don't want to be found out."
he nods ecstatically, "yes mami, i know."
you smile.
his hand hooks around your waist, guiding you onto his lap. you comply, your back hitting his chest. he spreads his legs wider to give you more leg room.
his bulge presses underneath you. the strap of your tank top falls limply to the side from the sudden movement.
he presses a light kiss to the exposed skin, your skin hot from having been soaking in the sun through the window for a while.
riki lifts you up slightly to pull down his grey baggy sweats and his red chrome hearts boxers, releasing his dick.
there's precum oozing out of his tip.
"seriously?"
"can't help it. not when i have a perfect girlfriend like you. one with thighs like that." he tugs down your shorts, revealing your lacey panties.
"my favorite ones too? baby, you're made for me." his hands grip your waist gently, guiding you to lower yourself back onto his lap. he adjusts, his hands moving down to grip your thighs.
he closes your legs, making them wrap around his dick.
he lets out a low moan.
"hey, quiet - they'll hear us."
"shit, sorry baby. just.. you feel so good. and i'm not even inside of you yet."
you rest your head on his shoulder, letting him take the lead.
riki squeezes your thighs, moving them up and down his thick shaft, letting the precum coat all over him and your thighs for more feeling.
"i love you.." riki mutters.
"i love your thighs, too."
you exhale, you can't tear away from the sight. his swollen head moving between your thighs, it feels weird. but weird in a good way.
"riki, stop talking about my thighs. you're lookout remember?"
"i know but.. they really are heaven made into a physical form. fuck y/n, i love you so much."
"sh..shut up.." you mutter, your cheeks flushing violently at his words.
he lets go of your thighs and moves his hips on his own.
"haah.."
you bite your lip, because you know if you don't, you'll release a loud noise and draw unwanted attention to you guys.
"do you guys want to stop somewhere? there's a nice restaurant around this area." your mom speaks up, glancing at you from the rearview mirror.
riki quickly ducks behind you, using you as a shield.
"nnno, i think we're okay." you respond back quickly.
"where's riki?"
"he's um.." riki thrusts a tiny nudge into you, making you almost gasp. "he's asleep in my lap."
your mother doesn't question any further, turning her attention back to the road. you reach behind you and pinch riki, he squirms.
"sorry.. got carried away." his movements stop abruptly.
"...i wanna see your face."
"you can."
"no like, face towards me."
"riki.."
he leans in, his hands squeezing your thighs playfully. "face meeeee."
you turn your head to the side, deadpan. "riki, i'm serious. you have to be lookout. i have been doing it for the past 5 minutes. if i face you, i'm trusting you completely."
"i know, i know. i won't do anything that wouldn't please you. i just want to see your angelic face."
you sigh, shifting uncomfortably before you turn around, hovering over the head of his dick.
"waaiiit, if you're facing this way, how will i fuck your thighsss? ughhh.. decisions."
"riki, just shut up." you decided to take control now, moving your panties to the side.
"wait wait wait, hold on-"
you slide down all the way in one go before he even mutters something else.
"ah y/n, you're so warm.. fuuuuuuuuuck."
riki's hands come to rest on your thighs, his legs spreading wider to hit you deeper.
you adjust, placing your legs flat down on his legs. your hands reach up under his hoodie, holding onto his abs for support. his muscles flex instinctively at your touch.
you begin to lift yourself up and down on him, occasionally letting out the quietest whimpers. he leans back, sitting comfortable as he watches your face closely.
every time you blink, every time your mouth opens slightly agape in pleasure, every time your eyes roll back, just any little slight difference in your face, riki watches it.
"ri..ki. you're supposed to be watching."
"i am watching."
"the front! not me. you're asking to get caught!" you whisper aggressively."
he huffs. "i am doing that too. kind of. you're more important anyway."
"i hate you."
his hand grip your ass cheeks, helping guide you up and down faster. "i know, it turns me on when you're mean..."
you moan a bit louder, unable to suppress it. he winces as you clench around him. you move your hands from under his shirt to rest behind you on his knees for support, you lean back.
"y/n..."
riki's hands come to rest on your waist again.
from this angle, he could see his dick bulging from your stomach. he presses down on your stomach, right on the spot where he's thrusting into you so deep.
your eyes roll back. "riki.."
"i know princess i know, shhh.." he starts to meet your downward movements with his own. "just let me handle it."
you oblige, your fingers going down to please yourself.
"that feel good?"
"yeah.. feels really good." you mutter.
riki takes your fingers and inserts them inside you, stretching you more. it burns, but it burns so good.
"do it like this mami, finger yourself deeper so your clit rubs against your own palm. let me see you lose yourself."
"i'm so close baby fuck, but i'm not cumming until you do." he breathes.
his right hand is pressing down on the bulge on your stomach, applying pressure, and his left hand is guiding your fingers deeper and faster.
"aah, ki.."
"yeah. fuck yeah, i love when you call me that."
"who makes you feel good?"
"riki does..aah."
"who can only make you feel this good?"
"..you..you do."
his hips slow, riki focuses on getting you there first. "it's too big, i can't.."
"nononono baby don't say that, you can. you've shown me before you can. you're capable of doing it, right pretty?"
"uh..uhuh."
your movements become more frantic, and your thighs begin to shake.
"it's okay love, i'm right here." riki kisses you, swallowing all your moans and screams as you squirt all over his thighs.
you fall forward right into him limply, absolutely drained. he catches you. you take your hand out of your puffy abused pussy.
he lifts the same hand you used and begins to lick off your juices from your fingers. savoring every bit.
"i'm gonna move now, okay y/n?"
you nod.
"cover your mouth."
riki begins thrusting into you brutally, "haah, y/n, you're perfect."
"love.. you so much." he whispers between soft moans.
you can't. it's asking too much of you to be quiet. as a last resort, you bite down harshly on riki's shoulder through his hoodie.
"no - y/n!"
he stops thrusting.
you lift your head up weakly.
riki lifts you up, guiding you off his dick. and that's when you feel it, warm sticky liquid oozing out of you.
"fuck, we've made a mess."
riki laughs, kissing you.
"you owe me."
"i know. i'll make it up to you, let's shower first once we get home yeah?"
"dear jesus, what the hell where you guys doing in the back? why is it all wet? ya spill somethin' or?" your sibling asks, extreme concern in her voice evident.
"and why was it sticky?" your other sibling questions.
you're in the kitchen cooking riki's favorite, dumplings. your heart drops to your ass when your siblings ask.
"yeah, y/n just spilled some soda. that's why, she's just a bit clumsy." riki responds from the living room.
"be more careful next time!" your dad shouts from upstairs.
"there was a speed bump! how about you guys drive more careful next time?!" you retort, mildly annoyed you got the blame.
riki makes his way over to you, hugging you from behind.
"smells so good, when's it ready?"
"it already is ready, if you didn't come to bother me i would've transferred it to a plate now." you elbow him.
he laughs, "okay." he reaches above to grab a plate from a cabinet above, holding it next to you.
"did you pick a movie already?" you ask, transferring the dumplings carefully onto the plate one by one.
"yup. chose your favorite, figured it'd do some type of damage control after i blamed you for the mess."
"i'm still mad."
"i know. i'll make it up to you."
"whatever, let's go watch." you say, turning on your heel.
riki puts the hoodie on of your korilakkuma onesie pajama. he does the same for the matching rilakkuma onesie he's wearing.
"you're so silly, ki."
"can't we be silly together?"
he doesn't even wait for a reply, already guiding you to the living room.
as soon as you set the plate down on the coffee table, riki pulls you down into him. he wraps his arms around you, effectively trapping you.
"riki."
"i love you."
"aren't we gonna watch?"
"i love you." he repeats.
"are we gonna cuddle the whole time?"
"yes. i love you."
"the foods gonna get cold."
"oh. right." he sits up quickly, reaching over for his chopsticks.
you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i love you too, idiot."
authors note ˚ . sorry it's been a while since my last upload, i've been overwhelmed with college applications and whatnot. been soososo busy and haven't had energy to write, i hope you guys enjoyed this one though!!! now that i'm done with applications i'll be writing more often! no more waiting a week lolol. thanks for reading and understanding :)
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. when you're traveling with your idol boyfriend, things get a little pushy. thankfully, everyone mistakes you for just another staff member.
a/n: just a little idea that i obviously got too carried away with, oops !
the whole idea was already questionable from the start.
".. are you sure?"
the windows in the hybe office building overlooked the city of seoul. there were tall sky scrapers, idol-advertised cafes, and shops below that surrounded the huge company. you sat in one of the meeting rooms, sitting and talking with an enhypen staff member and their manager, yuki.
"isn't that going to be risky?" you questioned for what felt like the fourth time. the backpack sat heavy in your lap. "i can just take a separate car and flight.."
yuki leaned back in the chair, arms folded in a relaxed manner while speaking. "and make us coordinate another vehicle? just come with us."
the staff member nodded in agreement. "it'll be easier— plus, it's been discussed among us staff already.. you know we don't mind your presence, yn."
you hesitated. "ah.. i don't know."
"besides.." yuki shrugged. "ni-ki's been trying to convince us to let you travel with the group since the festival schedule was confirmed."
your eyes narrowed slightly.
"he did?"
"mhm."
you were silent for a second.
"okay," you let out a nervous breath. "i'll travel with you guys."
after the small discussion in the meeting room, you slipped out and went to sit in the lounge area of the floor where enhypen was having there dance practice. you sat patiently, waiting for ni-ki to come out.
soon enough, the sound of feet shuffling out of a room and towards a hallway was made aloud. some laughs were exchanged, along with nagging and complaints. you turned your head towards the commotion, seeing ni-ki leading the rest of the group. he immediately walked over towards you. the other guys waved and smiled at you as they turned the corner to take the elevator first. "hey, yn!" jungwon blurted out while walking away. ni-ki turned to the boys while he walked backwards towards you, "see you tomorrow morning."
you giggled as he made his way and sat on the couch next to you, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in for a hug. "so.. what happened in the meeting?"
you glared at him. "you know what happened. they told me it was your idea."
ni-ki coughed. "oh.. surprise?"
~~~~
it was now the day.. the day you overthought for the past week.
upon arrival, you dressed up in all black (advised by staff) and wore a black mask and beanie that covered most of your face. you sat in the car with the rest of the other staff while ni-ki was in another car with the members and their manager.
on the ride to the airport, you got a text.
ni-ki <3: hello staff, make sure to protect me today. yk airport departures can get hectic.
yn: oh please😒
do i actually look like a staff member
ni-ki <3: u look more stylish with the beanie
yn: ugh
what if i told u i was trying to blend in with the staff
ni-ki <3: are u that scared
yn: i mean…... do u care abt ur career and wanna get caught?
ni-ki <3: u right
ok we just got here
be safe, ok?
watch where ur stepping and follow staff
ill try to talk to u on the plane
i love u
yn: okay i love u too
enhypen's car had arrived before yours, you were now pulling up behind their van in the terminal drop-off area.
hundreds of people stood outside in front of the entrance— you could even see some others inside already crowding. screams were heard, yelling, cameras clicking, and the bright flashes from the cameras did not help one bit. you took a deep breath before putting on your sunglasses to cover yourself up a bit more.. and also to help with the flashing lights.
as the car door opened, you followed the staff. you acted normal to the best of your ability, trying not to look bothered. your posture stood relaxed and your bag was slung over your shoulder. as you stood outside of the car next to the other staff, you slyly watched enhypen.
"hello! please look over here!" a photographer spoke aloud as the members stood in a line getting their pictures.
then after a minute or two, yuki nodded towards them. the boys started to walk as yuki lead the group. the rest of the staff you were with followed from behind, security also surrounded enhypen.
you couldn't lie, the whole thing was overwhelming from the start— but now being inside the airport— things were about to get worse.
"ni-ki!"
"i love you, heeseung!"
"look here!"
“sunoo!”
the crowd surged and phones lifted into the air.
people squeezed past one another trying to get closer.. which caused someone's shoulder to bump into yours, then another right after. and then— someone shoved from behind. you stumbled but caught yourself quickly. from the side of you, one stylist muttered.
"hey, be careful."
"i'm okay."
you weren't entirely though, of course. the amount of people and limited space made it very hard to not trip and face plant.
up ahead, ni-ki turned his head to look at you from behind. even behind his mask, you recognized what kind of look he was giving you— he was checking on you.
you gave him a tiny nod, to which he faced forward again.
you constantly looked at your watch on your wrist because it seemed like 10 minutes of just walking to the gate. throughout the whole time despite the pushes and interviewers constantly talking to the members, ni-ki continued to look back at you often.
finally, the destination to the security check was near— but that didn't make things better. the crowd bottlenecked near the entrances, still trying to interact with the group.
everyone then compressed together and a wave of people shoved forward.
a fan on the side of you stepped closer, trying to get a closer look at what you guessed was one of the members, which made you trip over her foot.
for a second, everything felt like it was in slow motion, dramatic enough. your balance started to shift, soon disappearing. your body tilted sideways—and for a serious moment—you genuinely thought you were going to embarrass yourself in front of everyone and eat the airport floor. a few squeals and gasps erupted from the crowd.
before you could fall— a hand slid across your upper back.
a single arm was now propping your upper body up, hand squeezing your right shoulder. it was firm and steady, somewhat panicked too. your left shoulder pressed into their chest.
and to your surprise, it was ni-ki.
ni-ki, who was near the middle of the members, somehow made his way towards the back to walk in front of you.
he kept you tucked in for barely two seconds without no words, before letting go and returning to walk like how he previously was
you blinked.
one staff member beside you looked over. "are you alright?"
"yeah..!” the nervousness in your voice was noticeable.
~~~~
now boarding the flight, you somewhat felt more relaxed being able to sit down. while the staff put the luggage away in the head-over bins and the passengers become distracted finding their seats, ni-ki casually stops beside your row.
he leans down just enough that only you can hear.
"are u tryna get me exposed?" he raised an eyebrow when he spoke in a cheeky voice.
you blinked. ".. me?"
"you almost fell."
"oh my g— you know that wasn't my fault."
"i know."
a tiny smile tugs beneath his mask.
".. just don't scare me like that again."
then he pats the top of your seat and keeps walking before anyone can look too hard.
your cheeks flushed under your mask. then, your phone chimed.
ni-ki <3: do i get no thank u? 😢
yn: thank you ki🩷
~~~~
by the time everyone landed.. twitter had every picture and video you could imagine.
@/ot7engeneluvr: ni-ki helping one of the staff members when she almost fell 🥹 he's seriously such a gentleman [1:video attachment]
@/ddeonu.xo Whoever that staff is i KNOW she was thankful because that crowd looked more insane than normal…. ☹️ENGENE do better!
@/enhypenarchives: NI-KI immediately noticed she lost her balance and caught her so politely, a MAN 😩 [4:photo attachments]
@/hoonie_.daily: people alwaysss say he's quiet but he notices everything
@/carpediem: she's SOOOO LUCKY!!!!!!
@/muffinmaster: how do i become her
you scrolled through the posts from your hotel room continuously. you were waiting for ni-ki to come back from rehearsal for the festival.
one clip had over three million views.
you watched yourself wobble and watched ni-ki's hand appear almost instantly— then watched him let go just as quickly.
to everyone else, it was like he had simply helped a staff member, but to you, it had been on instinct. it was the kind of instinct that comes from loving someone so much that your body reacts before your mind does.
soon enough, the door to the hotel room opened. ni-ki had his black mask on along with his sunglasses, dragging the bag he brought with him. he groaned as he dropped the bag on the floor near the front. he then started jogging towards the bed you were lying on, jumping on it— making the whole bed shake. you guarded yourself as he hugged you.
you laughed, pushing him away. "you're all sticky!"
"you like it."
"i do not. go shower."
"yes ma'am."
without no other complaints, he went straight to the bathroom to clean up.
after a bit, he came back with wet hair and a white tank top paired with his grey baggy sweats that hung low on his hips, making the brand name of the boxers that were under peak out.
he plopped right beside you on the bed, instantly pulling up the covers.
you smiled, then nudged him a bit. "did you see—"
he kissed you before you could finish.
"i did."
you gave him a look with furrowed brows. "you didn’t even let me finish. how do you even know what i’m talking about?"
he shrugged, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "because i love my girlfriend."
"hm, you're right."
"seriously though, i thought i told you to watch where you step?"
you groaned, throwing your head back against the pillows. "i tripped on a girl's foot because she was trying to step towards you guys. not my fault."
he scrunched his face. "okay, you're right."
you let out a laugh, peering at his phone as he opened up the weverse app.
"are you gonna go live?"
"why would i go live with you in the room?"
"i thought you didn't care." you teased.
ni-ki grunted, pulling up jay's current weverse live. "he's already live anyways." you opened your eyes a little wider. "join him, i promise i won't make any noise."
he took a moment before looking at you.
he gave you another kiss, soft this time on the lips. "one more kiss before i go live."
you smiled while lying down comfortably, going on your phone with your airpods in your ears.
ni-ki clicked the join button for jay's live, which jay immediately accepted it.
"hey!— oh?.. are you in your hotel room right now?" jay was pictured sitting on the couch, while ni-ki was laying in bed— only half of his face showing.
"i am."
jay nodded, puckering his lips out. "oh, alright."
"hi engene." ni-ki spoke while placing his hand on your leg, drawing small circles on your skin. your hand travelled down to his, giving it a small squeeze.
𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， jake loves you too much to take his glasses off
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“jake— are you seriously— with your glasses on?”
jake looks up at you from between your thighs and if you weren’t already undone, seeing his lips glisten and his chin damp would’ve done the trick. his glasses cling low to the bridge of his nose, the black frames fogging with his breath.
“what?” he grins, and you find it infuriatingly endearing. “i need to see what im doing.”
“theyre fogging up!”
you try to press a giggle back, jake is funny sometimes. “they’re fine.”
he lowers his head to your core and you forget your complaints when his tongue glides flat and heated over your folds, dipping neatly inside.
you fall back onto the bed, fingers tangling in jake’s hair as he makes a humming sound against you, the vibrations sends sparks up your spine.
jake is good at this, always has been, but tonight he’s showing off. his tongue traces slow circles around you before flicking at your opening and dragging up, seeking out the place where you need him most.
“oh”, you whine. “oh fuck.”
“the clitoris”, he says against you, pulling his head back enough to meet your gaze, eyes becoming glossy as if he wants something more. “did you know it has over eight thousand nerve endings? the most of any part of the human body.”
“jake.” you threaten, fingers finding his temple as he continues to suck gently on your clit, his other hand splayed over the juncture of your thigh and hip.
“its educational,” he teases.
you laugh, a high pitched giggle that turns into a moan when jake sucks your clit into his mouth. your hips buck upwards as he braces himself over you.
“you’re such a nerd,” you manage to say through your moans.
“you are dating a nerd,” he says against your skin. “you knew what you were getting into.”
jake eases two fingers into you as you groan, your head falling back. he uses the stretch of his fingers to find the place deep inside you that makes your whole body twitch. his fingers are long and beautifully angled, curling in just the right way to send another pulse of sensation through you.
“see?” he murmurs, his mouth pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “angles and vectors, all geometry.”
“shut up,” you gasp, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as you try to catch your breath. “ah— jake!”
“the g-spot is actually part of the clitoral structure,” he says, his fingers sliding in and out as his mouth finds your core again. “it all connects.”
“jake, i swear—”
“did you know that the clitoris is shaped like a wishbone?” he asks, tracing slow patterns along you with his tongue, working you over from bottom to top. you forget what you were about to say when he begins rolling his tongue over your clit in fast, shallow strokes.
you are so close, already writhing, and jake knows it, he always knows it. he knows your body the way he knows his textbooks, every little sound and reaction to a chapter he memorizes with devotion.
“you’re gonna come for me, baby?”
jake asks, his voice thick with something between amusement and need as his tongue skates over your thigh. “on my face? are you really going to do it? let’s test it, shall we?”
“your— fuck, glasses—!”
“forget the glasses.”
they are completely fogged over now, all opaque. its absurd, really, the way his tongue flicks over you in short bursts while his fingers curl inside you, making you dizzy with need. you can barely focus on what he says next.
“take them off,” you whine, practically begging. “jake— ”
“cant, im too busy recalling the theory of..” he says, practically purring. you find yourself laughing and whimpering at the same time.
“that doesnt even— thats not how it—”
“maybe physics isnt my strongest subject.” jake sighs dramatically before his tongue licks insistently at your folds, his fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace. he manages to ignore the fog on his glasses long enough for you to climax, shuddering and whimpering his name as your thighs shake on either side of his head. jake hums against your skin.
“come on, baby,” he groans, voice rough. “let me taste it. let me have it.”
“ah— jake!”
“i’ve got you. i’ve got you.”
your orgasm rolls over you, until you are gasping your release into the air, your back arching violently. your fingers dig into jakes scalp, his hair splayed out on either side of your hips. jake licks at you determinedly until your whimpers die down, your body limp, exhausted.
you push his head away weakly.
jake grins, finally lifting himself off of you, his chin glistening. he peeks up at you, the lenses blurred with condensation.
“see?” he says, sliding them up his nose. “perfectly functional.”
“you can’t see a thing.” you scoff.
“i can see enough, princess.”
jake leans over you, his head hovering just above your torso as he peppering kisses all over your body. you taste yourself on his lips when his glasses press against your cheek, warm and fuzzy.
you lift his head by the back of his skull, kissing him thoroughly before sliding his glasses off his face.
“hey,” he whines, blinking up at you. his lashes cast shadows across his cheeks. jake’s face is softer without the frames.
“i was going for a look.” he mumbles softly.
you raise your eyebrows, “the look was clouded nerd who cant see.”
“hey, that’s a classic aesthetic!”
you laugh, pulling him down on top of you. jake melts against you, kissing your collarbone, his fingers finding the sensitive spot at the juncture of your thigh and hip.
“i could go again,” he murmurs, voice heavy with intent. “we could run another trial. for science.”
“for science,” you repeat, laughing when jake’s fingers push into you once more, coaxing another moan from your lips as his glasses sit on the nightstand, forgotten.
스루 ܃ first time uploading smut im so scared TT could be my last too idk. but i would LOVE some feedbacks / suggestions on it tho! will kiss u heh :3
‘well, do you like it?’ jake sticks his tongue out,
you slowly raise your fingers to skim against the cold metal, looking up to meet your boyfriends eyes.
you nod cheerfully, ‘yeah! it’s cute’
jake’s—equally as freezing hands—slide up against your warm arms, pushing you down to the bed gradually.
‘then… should we test it out?’
you don’t have time to respond before jake reaches for the waistband of your shorts, pulling them off swiftly.
he meets your eyes with his own, noticing your hesitant nod. he briskly removes your panties, his mouth practically drooling at the sight. the slight touch of his lips onto your hypersensitive clit was enough to make your legs jolt.
jake’s hands reaches up to your inner thighs, spreading them further with his palm. you can’t help but let out a whimper at the chilling metal intertwining with your puffy folds.
‘stay still for me baby, okay?’
you answer him by threading your fingers in between his soft, messy hair—causing him to hum straight into your clit, a gentle moan escaping your throat at the vibrations.
his tongue dips into your entrance before frustratingly moving back up, the tongue piercing adding an extra layer of pleasure overwhelming your senses. the moans spilling out your mouth were uncontrollable now, the heavy dam in your lower stomach threatening to burst at any moment.
as soon as the cold metal and his warm tongue thrusted inside of you, the knot immediately snapped—creaming his mouth.
jake doesn’t stop though, he uses your stickiness to suck harder.
despite your protests, he continues to abuse your sweet spot with his tongue. the sounds leaving your mouth were pathetic, the stiff metal adding even more stimulation — it was just enough for the weak knot to break once again.
jake finally releases his mouth off of you, his chin covered in your fluids. he licks his lips lightly before pushing himself up. he bashes his lips onto yours, leftovers of spit and arousal dripping down your throat.
‘i think you really like it’ jake giggles before gliding his hand down to your stomach, clearly not satisfied yet.
kiki’ thoughts: omg first non heeseung post on this acc…. nervous :(((( but uhhh this def not my best but i hope u enjoy anon!! …. .𖥔 ݁ ˖
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: first time writing mommy kink fic, kinda nervous. 😳
๋࣭⭑ jake tossed and turned in bed, unable to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. it had been like this all night and he just couldn't figure out why he couldn't fall asleep. he turned to look at your sleeping face, your arm resting over his chest.
he smiled to himself as he admired your face. you looked so cute and serene. he faced you and moved closer, wrapping his arms around your middle. you felt so warm in his hold, although his brain still wouldn't shut off for the night. he still loved being so close to you though, your scent and presence bringing him comfort.
he had missed you all day and he felt like he had hardly seen you lately. both you and him were busy with work of course, but you were busier and that left him at home, having withdrawals of your closeness. the abandoned comforter lay loosely at your calves, exposing your plush thighs, only wearing panties and his shirt. the scene was so domestic and comforting, he could hardly believe he was viewing it with his own eyes.
he thought you looked so pretty and your skin felt so soft…jake found himself starting to get embarrassingly hard at the inappropriate thoughts trying to enter his wandering mind; you made him so easily aroused.
he shook his head gently as if that would make them go away. he buried his face in the crook of your neck to try and compose himself, but it only made his arousal grow. he felt your steady pulse thump beneath his lips and the smell of your lotion you always put on before bed hit his nose. a content sigh breezed from his mouth as he pecked a kiss to your neck, then to your jaw.
he didn't want to trouble you by waking you up. it was also so pathetic how quickly he had gotten hard from just you sleeping next to him. he kissed your neck more, sweet and light, trying not to wake you but also to satisfy himself, satiate his desire in the still midnight.
began to softly suck on your neck, leaving temporary marks that would fade by the next day. jake loved to kiss and suck on your neck and lose himself, relax his brain. but currently, he couldn't relax. he frowned in your skin as he found himself in a dilemma—to leave it alone or to give in to his desires.
both you and jake had discussed doing sleep stuff and agreed that it was fine. but when you came home that night, you were so exhausted that jake had to help you bathe, which he gladly did most of the time anyway. he felt bad but his cock started to ache with a growing need and lust fogged his brain… as long as he was careful and quiet and didn't disturb you, you should still be able to rest.
a trail of light kisses was left in his wake as he moved down your body, hands cradling your torso, traveling around your sleeping figure. his fingers skimmed under your shirt; over your back, your breasts, your ass. he relished in your closeness. pulling your hips closer as his lips reached just above your panties.
your boyfriend glanced at your resting face while he tugged your panties down your legs. he bit his lip as his fingers brushed over your clit, softly massaging it before he lifted your leg and positioned his head in between your thighs. he placed soft kisses to your clit and kitten licks, trying to be as gentle and light as possible so not to disturb you.
his tongue licked a stripe up from your hole to your clit, suckling on it softly. he felt your dormant thigh twitch, heavy on top his head like an anchor holding him in place.
you weren't even awake, yet it felt like you were squeezing his head with your thighs. he moaned a little too loudly with his lips around your clit still, your thighs continually flinching as he kneaded them gently. he felt enshrouded in you, in the darkness of the night.
jake took notice of you squirming above him, eyebrows furrowed and breathing getting more deep and rough. he groaned as he desperately licked at your hot, now leaking, cunt, your sweet essence coating his tongue and smearing around his mouth.
he lapped at your pussy and the bridge of his nose bumped your clit, each lick making him more needy and addicted to your taste, it was like the sweetest honey to him. he quickened his pace when he noticed how wet you were getting , feeling your syrupy cunt drip more and more around his tongue.
honestly, he wished you were awake—he knows how much you loved watching him eat you out. especially when he looked up at you with his pretty puppy eyes, watching how he made you feel on his mouth.
he felt himself getting painfully harder at the thought and he accidentally whimpered loudly into your pussy, making you faintly whine, your thighs clenching around his head. he pulled away with a smack, your juices making his lips glossy. his chest was heaving and heart thumping as he gazed at your sweet expression, now seemingly frustrated and unsatisfied.
"it's okay, babe. i'll help you feel good." he whispered as he tried his hardest to gently turn you over on your other side so he could spoon you from behind,
and when he thought he was successful, he heard your sleepy rasp and froze, "jakey? what time is it?" you slowly tried to lift your head, searching for jake's face in the dark room.
he shushed you and stroked your arm, kissing your neck. "shhh it's okay, baby. go back to sleep."
you let out a weak laugh, too tired to turn over and face him, "jake, are you seriously hard right now?"
he paused, too embarrassed to admit it out loud. "n-no…well yeah. but i couldn't sleep, baby. i needed you…" god, that sounded so pathetic coming from his mouth. "sorry for waking you up. go back to sleep, okay?" he sighed, feeling flushed and awkward that he had woken you up because of his own selfishness and lust.
"…are you going to do something about it? i want you, jake. please." you whispered, on the brink of sleep but also excited, heart beating in anticipation. he got you all riled up, too roused to fall back asleep. especially with the wetness marinating between your legs. a shiver knocked up his spine as he swallowed thickly, a strained whine following.
with his heart stuttering, he moved up behind you and placed a hand on your thigh, thumb smoothing over he skin. "yeah…yeah, i'll give myself to you. that's what you want right?" after your voice confirmed, he pulled his pants down, his big, thick cock hard against your leg and already leaking so much precum from the tip. a soft whimper broke from his lips as he pushed his cock in between your plush thighs, his other hand firmly holding your waist.
your dripping cunt felt so good sliding over his cock, your slick coating his length and smearing all over the front of your thighs. you moaned as his tip bumped against your clit so good. jake thrusted slowly, focused on the feeling of your thighs stroking his cock so sweetly. he lifted his head to peer over your shoulder, a high-pitched moan leaving him when he saw the tip of his dick appear and disappear in between your legs.
the wet, slippery feeling soon began to burn, making his eyes roll at the delicious friction. he started to speed up his movements, your hushed whimpers riling him up even more. wet noises got more and more louder and prominent as he continued, his hips driving into your soft, sticky thighs.
god, you felt so good… so wet and warm. jake paused when he heard you gasp and felt your back arch, and that's when he realized he had accidentally slipped inside you, just the tip. he moaned as he pushed his twitching cock into you more, shuddering at the sensation of partially being inside of you.
you clenched around his tip, your cunt feeling like it was sucking him in. it made him go nuts, pulling out and rutting his slick tip against your clit again, slick and messy, pulling a string of whines from you from the enhanced stimulation. he gradually plunged back inside you, addicted to the way your cunt drooled and pulsated around his cock.
a broken moan left his mouth as he bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass. he lifted your leg up from under the knee, reaching deeper inside your velvet walls. a loud ass moan came from him as he pulled out and plunged back into, obsessed with the whiny noises you made and the delicious sight of watching his cock being buried in your sweet cunt. jake slowly started thrusting into you, savoring in the heavenly way your warm wet pussy pulsed around his cock, getting wetter with every plunge.
jake admired your body as the pale moonlight illuminated your smooth skin. he kissed your shoulder that was clothed by his shirt, teeth biting it and pulling at it as he got a whiff of your perfume. the situation was too unbearable for him, he felt so desperate for you despite you being right in his reach.
"faster, puppy. please" you whined and ground your hips back against him, unsatisfied with the painfully slow thrusting. the pet name made his brain glitch, and you were well aware of its effect on him. he lost all composure as he started rutting into you like a desperate needy mutt, rough grunts and whimpers spilling from his lips. the bed creaked with every rough drive into your sopping cunt, strings of loud moans echoing in the room.
your leg dangled in the air as he held it high in the air and began fucking you harder. he panted and whined into your neck, "you feel so good, mommy. mph — i love making my pretty girl feel good." he choked out a sob on your skin while his hips found a pace that left the both of you dizzy. he was so fucked out he didn't even notice that he called you mommy. but you didn't care, it just made your breath catch and tremble as his grip on you tightened.
the position had him hitting the sweetest spot inside of you and you felt a belt of pressure build in your gut, head reeling at the rolls of his hips. you moaned and turned to look at him behind you, his brain utterly disoriented with lust and his face twisted into one of pure pleasure. you would giggle at how cute and focused he looked if he weren't making you feel insane right now.
you took his his chin in your hand, lightly tapping he side of his face with your fingers. he dazedly opened his eyes, glaring at you with a drunken expression, pupils blown wide but flooded with devotion. he just gazed into your eyes, his pace unfaltering but more tender. you brushed his hair back to see his face, flushed and damp with sweat. you scratched beneath his chin gently, "come inside of me, okay baby?"
he let out a sob and lodged his face in your neck, vigorously quickening his pace, making the bed shift and scrape against the floor. "ah~ah okay. wh-whatever you want, mommy. whatever you want, fuck you make me feel so good" the way he sounded so ravaged and fucked out made your pussy quiver around him so good. the feeling of you around him making him arch into you, his hips twitching and hold on your leg waver.
the sound of his skin slapping yours sounded in the room, which began to feel humid and far away with the way jake made you feel surrounded in him. but it couldn't compare to how you made him feel. he was completely gone, ramming his thick cock into you like no tomorrow. nonstop thinking about you and your fluttering saccharine cunt squeezing him so good it stung.
"that's it, yunie. cum for me, cum inside me. that's it, that's it" the sound of your voice hit him like a siren song. he started rutting into you harder and faster, squelching sounds getting louder and seemingly more obscene and filthy than before. you experimentally added, "can you do that for mommy?"
he hyperventilated against your skin and pounded into you at an insanely fast pace as he cried, "yes! yes i'll come inside you, mommy. i'll come for you." he babbled, voice cracking as high pitched whimpers flew from his mouth. "just for you. i'm yours" his thighs trembled as he felt your cunt convulse around him, your orgasm approaching fast.
jake's entire body tremored as he came inside of you, moaning loudly in your ear as you felt hot spurts of his milky cum fill your silky cunt. his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body shook as he continued his thrusts, overstimulating himself so he could help you cum as well.
your orgasm hit you hard as you creamed all over his dick. your body jerked in his hold, fingers grabbing at his hands that still had that strong, bruising grip on you. he was still cumming inside of you with short spurts. as he slowed his hips, a mixture of your cum and his created a white ring around the base of his cock, gushing out while he pumped into you.
you and jake panted and attempted to come down from the insane high you just had, warm and buzzing from your orgasms in each other's hold. he absentmindedly pressed shaky kisses along your neck and face, his sticky skin hot against yours. you weren't looking at his face, but you could tell that his mind was numb from the strong orgasm.
he faintly whimpered while he slowly pulled his pulsing cock out of you and set your leg down. you sighed at the emptiness, feeling the thick gooey cum spill out of your cunt, soiling the sheets beneath.
outside the sky staretd to lighten and the sound of birds tweeting melded with you sweet sighs of ease and bliss. jake moaned and nuzzled into you, pulling as close as possible to him.
"are you sleepy now, baby?" you softly laughed and lied on your back, jake quickly finding his place on top of you with his face in your chest. feeling his droopy eyelashes flutter on your collarbone, he nodded. "it's almost sunrise now, we'll have to get up pretty soon."
he squeezed your hip firmly "who says we're getting up?" he paused for a moment before lifting his head, his hair tustled and damp and his face exhausted from the intense sex you just had. "wait. did i say... something weird earlier?"
you ran your fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, tugging on it and shaking his head. "what do you mean, yunie?"
he quickly shook his head and buried his head into you again. "nevermind. i thought i said something weird…" you could hear the embarrassment in his mumbling, rugged voice.
"what's wrong?" you gently raised his head up by his hair, making him wince as he let you "it looked like you really liked calling me mommy"
a shaky breath left him then a weak moan as you felt his now soft dick twitch on your thigh. "mn fuck… i didn't even realize i said that in the moment." he sheepishly smiled, hoping you would forget he called you that ever "i'm sorry, you just felt so good."
playing with his hair, you cooed in his ear "it's okay, baby. in fact, i really really liked it." you bit your lip and smiled as you watched his expression, his eyes looking up at you from your chest. his pupils dilated a little and you felt his heart skip a beat. "…and i definitely wouldn't mind if you called me that more often."
he kissed the curve of your breast, eyes never leaving you "okay, i will…mommy." despite himself, he smiled and delicately nipped at your skin, leaving faint marks. "sorry for disturbing your sleep. you seemed so tired from work… and i was just being horny."
"it's fine, jakey i got plenty of rest. and we still have some time to sleep… or do something else." his sleepy eyes shot to you, astonished that you would even suggest going for a second round.
trailing kisses on your body, he simply held you tighter and whined. "baby, that felt like three fucking rounds just now and you're not tired?" you shook your head no, reminding him that while he was tossing and turning, you had been deep in dreamland.
he lay on his back, smirking amusedly with his eyes closed. "come sit on my face then, mommy."
💤🌜💫. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: i kinda hate how short this is… and there's some mistakes sigh.
in which ◞ your boyfriend tends to make you cry during sex from how good it feels
warnings. . . explicit sexual content (mdni) ﹕ unprotected sex ﹕ overstimulation ﹕ sensitive!reader ﹕ praise ﹕ crying during sex
•﹙ 442 ﹚ ── boyfren!jay ✶ 𝑓. reader┊custom order 📋
collector’s notes: being sick on my birthday has to be some type of karma given to me for whatever i’ve done in the past…
jay had your back pressed against the mattress, thighs trembling around his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly, watching the way your pussy swallowed his cock with every deep stroke.
you were a beautiful mess beneath him: tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, nails digging into the pillow behind you, and your jaw slackened with every quick thrust.
"please... i—i can't... too much—" you sobbed, voice cracking.
“shh… it’s okay, baby. you’re doing so good for me,” he cooed, voice low and almost gentle, but the words came out thick with amusement.
he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. it wasn't the soft, sweet kisses jay usually gave you whenever he was cooking dinner or came home after a long schedule. this kiss was deep, hungry, his tongue sliding against yours, like he was savoring the taste of your moans.
he broke the kiss long enough to catch his breath, a string of spit following before pressing his forehead against yours. you wrapped your hands around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair while the other clawed his back.
his pace was quick. his thrust growing harsher, the tip kissing your cervix. he wasn’t letting up, never giving you a chance to recover. another broken sob ripped from your throat, your body shuddering, the pressure building in your core.
"i know. i know, baby, just take it for me," he murmured softly, his hand slipping between your bodies, rubbing your clit with his thumb, the overstimulation making cry out.
his hips continued to snap into yours, his cock drilling into the spot that made your vision blurry and mouth water. the sounds of his cock slamming into your slick pussy filled the quiet room.
“fuckfuck— please— s’too much!” you cried out, nails practically digging into his skin now. the knot in your lower stomach threatens to snap at any moment.
jay’s eyes stayed locked on your face the whole time, a certain glint in them as he watched your face contort in pleasure and the new set of tears roll down.
“you’re doing perfect—squeezing me so tightly. you’re so fucking sensitive—god, i love you,” he breathed, feeling your walls flutter around him.
it didn’t take long for you to cum. the combination of his thumb pressing against your clit and his brutal pace, tipped you over the edge. your orgasm shatters through you fast and intense, your whole body a twitching mess as your walls clench around him.
he doesn’t give you a moment to settle before his follows behind, his hands moving to your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. he groans before releasing thick, pearly ropes of cum inside you.
“see? i knew you could do it, baby,” he cooed, leaning forward again, his cock buried to the hilt. “you’re such a good girl for me.”
thinking about… pussydrunk!won & his addiction with being in between your thighs┊custom order 📋
warnings. . . explicit sexual content (mdni) ﹕ oral fixation ﹕ face sitting ﹕ cum eating ﹕ masturbation ﹕ (not proofread !)
order notes: playing re9 and im so close to kms… capcom just throw anything together to make these creatures bro
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who became addicted after his first taste of you. he could never get enough. he loves your sweet moans and the way his name slips from your mouth like a prayer whenever you are about to cum.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who wakes you up with his face between your thighs, chin already drenched in your arousal. he’d hum whenever you were fully awake, already slipping two fingers inside, curling them just right while he devoured you.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who loves when you grip his hair whenever it’s too much. he’d be on his knees at the edge of the bed, desperately fisting his cock every time you tugged his head closer.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who drinks every drop eagerly like a starved man, groaning against your pussy, the vibration shooting through your core.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who literally begs you to sit on his face. the mere sight of you straddling him, grinding your hips down every time you wanted more, drives him insane.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who does it for his own pleasure. he’d lick and kiss your pussy for what felt like hours, making sure you were satisfied, all while he leaked through his sweats.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who likes to pour wine on your breasts, thighs, then right above your pussy. he’d lick up every drop, refusing to waste anything.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who tends to forget to breathe properly while eating you, hooked on the taste. he’d come up for air, breathing ragged, chin glistening with strings of your slick connecting from his mouth before diving back in.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who keeps going even after you cum. he keeps licking you through it, savoring the way your hips twitch—not planning to stop until you’re crying and pushing his head away.
in which ◞ you’re cockwarming your boss while he’s on a business call, forcing you to stay still until he’s finished.
warnings. . . explicit sexual content (mdni) ﹕ unprotected sex ﹕ age gap ﹕ semi-public sex ﹕ secretary!reader ﹕ cockwarming ﹕ riding ﹕ reverse cowgirl ﹕ phone sex??﹕ creampie
619 ✍︎ ── boss! park jongseong ✶ 𝑓. reader ┊custom order 📋
order notes: lowkey feel like this was repetitive ngl
the morning sunlight spilled through the blinds, its rays soft and colorless across the wooden desk. jay's cock sat thick and warm inside of you, your skirt rode up just enough that your ass rested naturally against the fabric of his pants like it belonged there.
his hand stayed hot against your waist, thumb rubbing slow circles, while the other remained on his computer mouse, clicking periodically through the black and white files.
you’d been in this position for nearly twenty minutes, swallowing back every moan every time he shifted and pushed himself deeper. the phone was already on speaker, his client's voice bouncing off the walls.
"can we go over the first draft again and tweak the revisions together? i feel like something is missing..."
jay leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your clothed shoulder, the warmth burning through the fabric. "sure, we can start from page one," his voice was even and calm.
instead of opening the file, he gives one agonizingly slow roll of his hips, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. and a helpless moan slipped from your lips, your walls fluttering around his cock in a heartbeat.
he doesn't stop there. his hand squeezed your waist before slipping between your thighs and pressing lightly against your clit, daring you to make another sound.
and you don’t. you stayed silent.
“such a good girl,” he praised, voice carrying a certain smugness as his lips brushed the shell of your ear. "staying so still and quiet for me."
he began circling your clit in firm, steady strokes, determined on drawing a needy whimper from you. your back arched into him, breath growing erratic with every pass.
you could feel his cock throb inside you, thick and persistent. his free hand left the mouse and slid beneath your shirt, pushing it higher until your breasts spilled free.
he cupped one, thumbs brushing over the already swollen nipple before pinching hard enough to make your hips jerk. that was all it took—you couldn't hold back anymore. you sink down further onto him.
"couldn’t wait?" he chuckled darkly, hands returning to your waist, pushing you down to the hilt. “such a needy girl.”
he lifted his hips in sharp, deliberate thrust, his cock dragging perfectly against your walls every time he bottomed out. the angle hit something deep that your thighs shake uncontrollably. he didn’t slow down; moving faster, harder, driving you up onto your toes.
“mr—please—s-shit.. i’m—”
jay had long forgotten the call, focused on making you cum around his cock. the thought of the man on the other end hearing your moans while he pounded into you made your thighs clench.
"jay? you feeling alright over there? i can’t hear—”
before the man could say another word, jay reached out and hung up. he bent you over his desk, papers scattering, picture frames knocking down.
“fuck, you’re so good to me,” he groaned, voice rough, his hips snapping against yours. “taking every inch like you were made for me.”
his thrusts grew rapid and almost animalistic as his thumbs bruised the back of your shoulders, digging into your skin. your moans carried through the office, slipping beneath the door, the harder he pounded.
“mr. park— fuck… gonna cum—more—” you blabbed, fingers gripping the edge of his desk.
it didn’t take long. your orgasm shattered through you, rough and intense, your walls clenching around his cock as you cried out his name. jay followed right after, gripping your waist and pulling you hard back onto him. he buried himself deep and came with a low, broken groan, thick white ropes painting your walls.
“you did so good today,” he muttered into your collarbone, breathing shallow.
