sunghoon comes home from a night out with his friends, rock hard and horny, and realizes the only other person in this house is his sleeping little stepsister
warnings: noncon/dubcon, stepcest/fauxcest, coercion, jerking off, mutual masturbation, dry sex, panty play, raw sex, lots of cum mention,
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You hear him before you feel him.
Sunghoon shuffles into your room and locks the door behind him just past one in the morning. He’s just gotten home from going out with his other friends, who are just as old as he is. Sunghoon tries to walk as quietly as he can, but his footsteps and the weight of his body climbing into bed with you is more than enough to wake you up?”
“Hoon?” you ask in your dark room. The moonlight filtering in from the curtain is the only thing you can see when you open your eyes.
“Sh. It’s just me.”
“Huh? Why are you here?”
Sunghoon pushes his chest closer to your back and puts his arm around your waist. His hand is big and warm and you feel it even though he’s only touched you for a second.
“You really shouldn’t be here.”
“Why?” Sunghoon whispers. “Just wanted to see my little sister, is all.”
“Step sister.”
He chuckles. “Yeah. Step sister.” You try to put a little bit of distance between the two of you, but Sunghoon follows your body and holds you there.
“How was your night?”
“So good. Got drunk with the guys. Don’t even know how I got home.”
“That’s dangerous, Hoonie.”
He noses the back of your neck and leaves a small kiss to your skin. “Always looking out for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“I’m not your baby.”
“Of course you are,” he says. “Who helped you adjust to high school? Who helped you with college applications and moving into your new dorm? Who drove the two of us back home for Christmas?”
“You’re right…”
“Silly baby. Go to sleep. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
And really, you try to shut your eyes and fall into slumber. But Sunghoon’s presence behind you and the newfound alertness keeps you from truly falling asleep. Instead, you opt to count sheep, watch the window, and do anything you think will help you sleep faster.
After a few minutes, you hear rustling coming from behind you. Even though you’re awake, you struggle to understand where the noise is coming from because surely Sunghoon is asleep like you’re supposed to be, right?
Only, his hand is not on your waist anymore. Where is his hand?
“Something wrong?” Sunghoon whispers, catching you in surprise and knocking you out of your head.
Your shake your head quickly and hear the blanket rustle again until you feel his fingers wrapping around your wrist. Your fingertips brush against something smooth and it jumps, making you gasp straight into the quiet room.
Your stomach sinks but the curiosity gets the better of you. It’s so warm and velvety. Your hand encircles him and giving it a curious squeeze, which makes him grunt lowly just beside your ear.
So he was jerking off right next to you. Sunghoon was jerking off in your bed and probably getting off on the fact that you would catch him straight in the act. And yes, even though your heart is floating near the bottom of your stomach, you stroke him.
His precum drips from the slit and he quietly moans into your neck. Neither of your parents are home, instead opting to have gone out to a Christmas party that neither of you cared too much for. Whereas you chose to stay indoors and watch movies, Sunghoon hit up old friends from high school for a drink or two. And now, the two of you were alone in this house.
Sunghoon is wet. Your hand spreads his slick all over him. “Fuck, baby… don’t stop touching me like that.”
And you don’t. Even if your brain is telling you to stop. There’s something about seeing this through that scares and entices you so much. What can’t you stop? Why don’t you want to stop?
Your panties are drenched by the time Sunghoon brushes his hand against your cunt. He hums in satisfaction and you speed up your movements as a result.
“You like that, don’t you? You like touching me while I touch you?” You shake your head and open your legs at the same time. He snakes his hand between your legs and runs the side of his index finger between your wet, covered lips.
“You’ve got the wettest little pussy, don’t you?”
You’re not trying very hard. In fact, Sunghoon’s finger switching to rubbing your hardened clit it making you drench even more. You can’t Will yourself to stop chasing his hand or keep your own from moving up and down. Sunghoon keeps moaning behind you and you keep felling conflicted because on one hand, this shouldn’t happen. On the other hand, hearing him moan like that makes your body and libido move on autopilot.
“Face me.”
He maneuvers your body until your chest is against his and Sunghoon pushes his lips to yours. He tastes like warm beer and his mouth is wet from slightly drooling. He’s fingering you from over your panties while he gently licks at your bottom lip like he’s eager to push his tongue into you but forces himself not to.
Sunghoon pulls your hand away from him and lifts his leg to create a makeshift tent underneath the blanket to allow you to see his bare dick and your wet panties. He grabs the base of himself and picked his naked tip right against your covered pussy, watching the way it’s pasted right against your slutty little hole.
“Hoon—”
“Relax,” he says with that voice he uses to help you calm down. “It’ll feel good. I promise.”
“I don’t think we should be doing this…”
“Why not? It’s not like we’re having sex.”
Fuck. Your clit pulses at that.
Sunghoon pushes his hips forward to thrust against your panties again. The bed gently creaks underneath the two of you the more he drives himself into you like this and you can’t help it the way your toes curl or the way you choke back a moan when he repeatedly puts an incredible amount of pressure onto your aroused clit.
He switches to guiding his tip to run over your pussy in a back and forth motion with small strokes. But it’s lethal and it actually pulls a moans out of you, and you feel ashamed for how good Sunghoon’s making you feel.
“Yes,” he says before kissing you. “It’s feels so good. It’ll feel even better like this.”
Your yelp is short lived because suddenly, Sunghoon is on his knees and on top of you while he tries to push his boxers below. His dick is huge. You can see it under the moonlight and your older brother’s stroking his cock while his wetness fills up your ears. Sunghoon’s huge balls bounce every time he strokes himself.
He slots his cock between your covered lips and watches himself glide right against you. Your light grey panties are darkened in color the more he smears your mixed juices all over you.
“See how good this feels?” Sunghoon asks. “Don’t question me again, yeah, baby? I want to make you feel good all the time.”
“Hoonie…”
“Fuck.” Sunghoon drags his hips faster until his hands are gripping the mattress beneath the two of you.
“Hoonie!”
“Need more,” he grunts to himself. He pulls his body back up and pushes your wet panties to the side and nudged his cockhead aggressively against your smooth, wet, and bare pussy.
“No! W-We can’t have sex!”
“We aren’t. I’m not gonna put it in, okay? I’m gonna stay right out here.”
Sunghoon releases himself and slots the underside of his dick onto you. It’s devious the way his precum smears over you. You can’t stop him from bumping your clit with every pass and your toes curl every time it does. Your spine jolts as you claw at his shoulders bus he just shakes his head and watches you claw the mattress instead.
“Wish we could fuck so bad. Not tonight but soon, okay? I promise we can. Don’t you want that too?”
“Hoonie…”
“Let Hoonie make you feel good. Sex is so important. We need it to stay happy, okay?”
You make the mistake of moaning.
“Yeah?” Sunghoon’s eyes light up and he speeds up his thrusts when he watches your eyes roll back. “You wanna have sex? Let’s have sex right now, fuck. Let’s fuck and fuck. We’ll fuck until the morning and then I’ll fuck you some more. Hoonie’s gonna fuck you until you’re full of my cum.”
“Our parents might be home soon,” you struggle to say with heavy breath.
“I don’t care,” he mumbles against your warm mouth.
Sunghoon pushes his dick inside of your hole, making you cream around him instantly. He moans loudly and grips your outer thigh while you wrap your arms around him and squeeze his body right into your own, legs enclosing his waist into you. He follows soon after and fucks his semen right back into you.
He fucks you twice more like that, then turns you over onto your stomach to play with your clit and asshole. His balls slang against your wet pussy, slapping the mixed cum right onto you and making you nastier than before. It splashes everywhere. Sunghoon licks your pussy clean before putting his messy dick right back into you, dirtying your hole all over again.
Midway through, you think it’s odd that your parents can’t hear you and your stepbrother fucking. It’s 4am now. Are they okay with this?”
On your bedside table lies one unopened text.
02:42
From: Family Chat
Hey, kiddos. Mom and I got too drunk and we’ll be staying over at the Yang’s. Will be home ib the morning. Have fun without us!
I lied. Put your clothes back on, we're not having sex, we're going to talk about how Celebrimbor's perfect tragedy is his desire to build something better than his family's legacy and make Middle Earth a peaceful place, and how his trust and kindness ultimately give Sauron the greatest weapon he ever had and doom him to a miserable and lonely death just like every one of his ancestors
Hobbit AU where everything is the same except Maglor shows up to yell at Gandalf and Thranduil about the stupidity of going to war over a shiny rock. He’s also disappointed in Bilbo, Bard, and Thorn, but they’re all Second Born, so he’s not sure how much history they know.
They leave the Arkenstone unguarded in Thranduil’s tent for approximately five seconds and when they come back, Maglor is sitting on Thranduil’s fancy chair with his arms crossed.
Just… imagine the look on the face of Thranduil (a survivor of Doriath) when he walks into his tent and there’s a SON OF FEANOR sitting there with the Arkenstone in front of him. FUCKKKKK.
No one is certain how he got in there. The guards never saw him.
At this point, everyone in Middle Earth had assumed he was dead, because there hadn’t been ANY sign of him since the Sinking of Beleriand.
Gandalf doesn’t know what’s about to happen, but he knows it has the potential to provide great entertainment (or end in tragedy, but either way, he’s looking forward to it). He’s looking forward to telling Elrond and Galadriel, because he’s certain they will have highly emotional (and very different) reactions.
Bilbo doesn’t know why everyone fell silent when they walked into the tent, so he just politely bows to Maglor and introduces himself as “Bilbo Baggins, at your service.”
Maglor gives him a funny look - because he knows that offering your service to a Fëanorian is a really bad idea - but he decides the funny little creature looks too innocent to scold, so he smiles and bows his head. “Well met,” he says. “A star shines on the hour of our meeting.”
Thranduil internally screams at the word “star”
Then Maglor just starts shouting at Thranduil and Gandalf, calling them all fucking stupid. He asks Thranduil if he enjoyed the Kinslaying at Doriath, since he’s about to do the same fucking thing (‘It’s not the same!’ Thranduil argues. “Oh really?” Maglor asks, “You’re not about to go into an underground Kingdom to flush out the native inhabitants, ALL OVER A ROCK”)
Bard and Bilbo are looking at each other like ‘do you know him?’ ‘no, don’t you?’ (Bilbo is highly upset because he’s considered an elf that could be so rude or that there was any such thing as an elf with a ‘hobo aesthetic’)
Thranduil is, of course, offended to be compared to the Feanorians, so he shouts back that those are bold words for someone who came to claim the Silmaril for himself.
Maglor stands up - and he’s taller than all of them - and just picks up the Arkenstone in his bare hand.
Everyone goes silent. Thranduil is waiting for him to start burning. Bilbo is seeing their chance at using the Arkenstone to prevent battle slipping away. Gandalf knows what’s coming, and he’s having a BLAST.
i think we should be meaner about people who are super reliant on chatgpt or whatever other AI. i think we should call them intellectually weak and emotionally stunted and mindless corporate shills who have no personalities and who are actively diminishing their capacity for human empathy and creative thought. and i think we should point and laugh at them and call them dweebs
Rip to the house of Nolofinwë, you all would've loved cutting toxic family members out
Rip Fingolfin, you would've loved grief counseling, commercialized travel, and the concept of having a half sibling being socially acceptable.
Rip Anaire, you would've loved FaceTime, and critical thinking
Rip Fingon, you would've loved cropped cutoff tank tops (I have a vision) bolt cutters, saying slay as a response to everything and being bisexual
Rip Turgon, you would've loved Do Not Disturb mode, turning your location off, and ignoring your mother's FaceTimes
Rip Aredhel, you would've loved aesthetically pleasing Pinterest boards, using the phrase "I'm literally just a girl" whenever you do something illegal, and also turning your location off.
Rip Argon, you would've loved space heaters, those portable glove hand warmers, and people remembering that you exist.
》 warnings: ceo!jongho, grumpy jongho, whiny reader, hurt/comfort, smut, piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, piv, pet names (princess, baby, etc.), aftercare, makeup sex, age gap (not a major plot point)
》 wc: 4.2k
》 thank you so much for reading this, it's my first full fic that i've written on here!!!!! if i forgot any tags, please lmk :) reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 also, the main song i listened to when i wrote this was versace on the floor by bruno mars
“Jongho, sweetheart, don’t you think you should come to bed now? I think you deserve a break,” you whine as you enter his office, a pout forming on your lips seeing his still, working figure.
You take a moment to admire his features on your way in. His dark hair that perfectly framed his face, those piercing eyes that seemed to cut through you every time he looked at you, and those strong arms you just loved to be wrapped in whenever he hugged you.
Well, that was if he did decide to hug you. Just as strong as his arms is Jongho’s work ethic. Sure, any CEO is bound to be busy. When you’re busy it’s easy to get stressed, and when Jongho gets stressed, it’s as if you don’t exist. He was never super touchy to begin with, but every morning he retreats to his home office without even a hug or a kiss. Just a simple good morning, or sometimes, nothing at all. With Jongho’s already packed schedule and new business plans, it’s clear you weren’t going to get his attention any time soon. But, who would you be if you didn’t at least try to get some from him?
Making your way to his desk, you prepared yourself to put on your cutest face; wide puppy-dog eyes and a sad lip bite at the ready, but with the way Jongho looked up at you, the only emotion present on your face was nervousness. You could see the dark bags forming under his eyes, seemingly becoming darker by the second, and paired with his furrowed eyebrows, you began to think maybe it would've been better to just cuddle with your teddy bear tonight.
“I-it’s just when you work so hard like this, you don’t seem happy at all, you know? I just want to see you smile again. I know, I know, work is busy and you have deadlines and all that, but can’t you just come sleep with me… just this once? I miss you holding me every night. I feel so lonely, Jongie,” You pleaded with him in your shakiest voice. Maybe that would convince him, if he just saw how desperate you were to spend some time with him. Fidgeting with your hands, you awaited his response. Too anxious to look up at him, you focused your sight on the floor beneath you.
“Y/n, you know I can’t do that right now. It’ll get better, but I really need some quiet right now. So…” He looked at you with pursed lips, then quickly looked back towards the door. A silent signal that it was your time to leave. You weren’t going to let him get rid of you that quickly though. No, he just had to see it your way.
“Jongie, are you sure?” You questioned him with a higher pitch, using the nickname you know he usually melts for. He just leaned forward in his chair, pushing his glasses further up on his nose, trying to regain his focus. He let out a soft hum, acknowledging you, but deciding not to indulge you.
Soon, you find yourself sneaking behind him, your hands resting on his shoulders. You tried to press a kiss to his cheek, but he shrugged you off quickly with a huff of annoyance.
“Y/n, stop bothering me. I’ve got some really important stuff to catch up with here. Stop being so clingy.” Jongho breathed out, frustration evident in his words.
God, you’re such an idiot. Did you really expect this little plan of yours to work? Jongho is a busy man. You really shouldn’t bother him just because you’re feeling neglected. Sure, the bed is cold at night, but he does so much for you. You wouldn’t have the lifestyle you do without him. If you two hadn’t met that day two years ago, you'd still be a broke college student, struggling to make ends meet. Maybe instead of interrupting him, you should just be thankful for what you have. At the end of the day, at least he’s there.
“Yeah, you’re right,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes, “I’m sorry for interrupting Jongho. Won’t happen again.”
And with that, you scurried out of the office and back into your shared bedroom. The shared bedroom that was slowly becoming just yours each and every day.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
Your eyes shot open.
“God, what time is it?” You murmured to yourself, words slurring together. The bright light from your phone nearly blinded you as you checked the clock. It was 3 am. He’s just finishing now? I wish he would get some proper rest.
“Can I come in?” Jongho’s voice broke into the room. He sounded serious. What if he was getting ready to break up with you? After all, Jongho had always been one to cut out unnecessary distractions from his life. Normally you admired that; his determination and drive was nothing short of excellence. His maturity and guidance was what first attracted you to him. But it broke your heart knowing that you were next on his chopping block.
Truth is, Jongho heard you crying. Really, you’re not subtle when you’re upset. He went to check in on you a few hours ago, actually. But when he saw his t-shirt draped over the teddy bear he’d given you months ago, your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks pressed into said teddy bear, he knew he fucked up. The past few weeks had just been so stressful for him. With a never ending to-do list, Jongho didn’t have much time to think of anything else.
He did think of you though. He always did. The picture of you two on vacation that sat on his desk never went a day without being picked up to be examined. It was one of the first things you two did together as a couple, and god, he wished he could go back. Jongho normally didn’t show much affection in public, instead opting to keep his cold appearance up. But being there with you was too much for him. It’s like you two were connected at the hip on that vacation. Everywhere you went, Jongho had his hand on your hip or around your shoulders. You just make him so happy, and he loses himself around you. Not that that’s a bad thing.
He never wanted to make you upset. But, he lost track of himself. Of course, that wasn’t an excuse, but maybe if you saw it his way then you’d be able to forgive him. After checking in on you earlier, Jongho devised a plan. He quickly got to work in his office, this time solely focusing on you. He first made a call to an assistant of his, apologizing for the late notice of his request, and asked for a bouquet of flowers. He wanted something sweet and dainty- something that reminded him of you. Thirty minutes later, the assistant showed up with a bouquet of Lily of the Valley flowers, beautifully tied together with green and purple ribbon. Next, Jongho wrote a sweet note, apologizing for his treatment of you over the past couple of weeks. It was always hard for Jongho to express himself verbally, so this would be the best course of action for him. Finally, he had taken off of work for a week, allowing time for him to devote himself completely to you. He swore to himself that wasn’t going to let himself upset you anymore, and it was finally time to show you that.
You looked up at Jongho as he poked his head in from behind the door. His eyes softened as they met yours. He began walking towards you with his hands behind his back, hiding his surprise for you. But with the way you jumped up and just about sprinted to him, it seemed like he was the one in for a surprise.
“Look, I know I messed up Jongho. I’m sorry, I really am! Just, please don’t break up with me,” you looked up at him, guilt wracking every part of your body, “I promise it won’t happen again. I even cleaned up around here! I figured I’d get some of the more unimportant things out of here for you.”
Jongho looked around the room. He noticed the lack of knick knacks you always seemed to bring home with you after a day out. The sheets were changed from the pink floral set that you adored to a plain white set. Everything in the room seemed dull. The only semblance of normalcy left in the room was the teddy bear sitting on the bed.
“I-” Jongho started, not quite realizing what an effect he’d had on you. You were never one to change so easily; it was one of the things he loved about you. This only made him feel worse. Not only that, but the way your voice shook as you talked and the obvious tears swelling in your water lines, Jongho had to stop himself from crying.
“Sweetheart, I would never break up with you. You know that, right?” he reassured you, pulling out the bouquet and note he’d prepared. Your eyes lit up upon seeing this, confusion and relief swelling in your features simultaneously.
“Here,” he said, sitting down on the foot of your bed, beckoning you to join him. Just before you could sit next to him though, he patted his leg, signaling you to sit in lap. As you do, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in as close to him as possible. He hands you the bouquet and note, allowing you a moment to look at the gift and read the note. As you read it, tears begin to fall down both of your faces. Sure, you felt like you needed to be touched like this, but you didn’t expect it to be as emotional as it was. As for Jongho, the guilt of hurting you had really begun to sting. Seeing you so broken up over a few absent-minded words had confused him at first. But once he finally had you in his arms again, he realized it had been weeks of neglect leading up to this point. He was hurting not only you, but himself, too. He just didn’t know he was doing it.
“I’m so sorry, honey. I never meant to hurt you like this,” he explained, wiping the tears away from your face and simply letting his own soak into his skin. His hands raked through your hair gently while he admired your face. “Never gonna let it happen again. Can’t believe I let this go for so long.”
“S’okay, Jongie,” you stammered out between soft cries. You tightened your arms around his neck even more, fingers gripping at shirt, as if he was going to leave any second. “I understand you’ve got a lot on your plate.”
“Princess, you’ll always be number one on my list. You’re my top priority,” he said, finally regaining his composure and moving you to straddle him. Taking the gifts from your hands, he gently placed them to the side and took your face into his hands. He circled his thumbs on your cheeks, quietly asking you to stop crying.
“I missed this, Jongho. I just love you so much. I’m sorry I’m such a burden sometimes-” but before you could continue, he cut you off.
“Don’t apologize. I’m the one that should be sorry,” he looked deep into your eyes, making sure you internalized each word he said, “and I am. I’m so sorry, baby. I know how much you care, and I want you to know how much I care, too. I love you so, so much, darling. I know I’m not the best with my words, so will you let me make it up to you another way?” Jongho questioned, his fingers tracing the edge of your pajama shorts, occasionally sneaking underneath the fabric. His eyes met yours, looking needier than ever.
With your nod of approval, Jongho lifted your shirt off your body, exposing your bare chest. His hands were quick to touch you, rubbing and pulling lightly at each nipple. You leaned into him further with each touch, and soon, your lips connected in a sweet, tender kiss. Jongho only deepened the kiss as he let his hands run freely over your body, as if he were rediscovering a terrain that he had begun to forget. His hands snuck inside your shorts, past the band of your underwear, and began to rub soft circles into your clit. Occasionally, his fingers would briefly slip into your hole, gathering some of your slick to use as a lubricant, still circling your clit at a steady pace.
Jongho pressed his forehead against yours in order to catch your attention, “How do you want me, baby?”
“Doesn’t matter, just want you, Jongie,” you babbled, so desperate for him to go faster with his ministrations. Your hips bucked onto his fingers each time they left your clit, hoping he’d slip a finger fully in.
“Mm-mm,” he hummed, “It’s all about you tonight. Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he insisted. Awaiting a response, he pulled his hand from your shorts, eliciting a whine from you. He hooked his arms under your legs, picking you up and laying you down on the bed. Gently, he pulled your shorts and underwear off together in one go. You could almost see the sparkle in his eyes as they traversed your body. He leaned down leaving just inches between your faces, “You gonna answer me, baby?”
“I think I want your tongue-” you began, but before you could finish, Jongho had pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled down, coming face to face with your cunt. He lifted your bottom half up, placing one forearm under you and the other on top, letting your legs rest on top of his shoulders. He let one thumb come to your clit, picking up from where he left off earlier. It didn’t take him long to dive into your pussy. Lapping at it like a starved man, he’d drag his tongue up and down your soaked cunt, occasionally dipping his tongue into you. With each drag of his tongue, you could feel yourself getting closer to a release, but everytime Jongho heard an influx of moaning and felt your hips buck up, he’d slow down slightly, not wanting you to cum just yet.
“So pretty, princess,” He said, coming up for air. His mouth and chin glistened as he smiled up at you with nothing but affection. It was as if he were touching you for the first time all over again. He was trying to take things slow, wanting to solely focus on making you feel good, but he couldn’t help but rut himself into the mattress when he heard those sweet moans of yours. He removed his hand from your clit, bringing it down to your hole instead. He toyed at your entrance, not quite deciding if he should go in or not.
“Please Jongie, want your fingers, too.”
And his mind was made up. He plunged two fingers in, focusing his mouth on your clit now. Your pussy basically sucked his fingers in, a sloshing noise coming from it. Jongho watched your face contort in pleasure. Your eyebrows strung together and your cheeks stained with a light blush. What a sight to see. It only made him want to work you harder. Shoving his fingers in up to the knuckle this time, he pistoned in and out of you, occasionally twisting them upwards to press his fingertips into your most sensitive spots. He just couldn’t get enough of how amazing your pussy felt; so soft, warm, and wet. So perfect for him.
“Gonna cum, Jong…So close” you whined out, pleasure filling every inch of your body. It was like he was sent into overdrive, his soft licking at your clit turned into harsh sucking at it, lips surrounding the bud completely. His fingers fucked into you at a pace you’d yet to feel in your life. It was desperate on both ends, each of you melting completely into one another’s touch.
Jongho had almost missed it, too focused on getting you there to notice your quickly approaching orgasm. He lifted his head up to watch you cum, as it had always been one of his favorite sights. The way your head slammed back into the mattress and your back arched up, sending your tits into the air for him to admire made him swear up and down that you were an angel sent for him. Giving you time to come down, he listened to the warbled sounds coming from you and collected the slick that was slowly leaking out of you onto his fingers and pushed it back into you.
“Jesus Christ, I missed that,” Jongho said with a groan, standing up to hold you in his arms. He lifted your back up so you were now sitting on the edge of the bed with him still slotted in between your legs. He brushed some strands of hair out of your face, his hand coming down to trace your jawline. He brought your face up to his and stole a couple kisses from you. You nudged your face into his hand, hoping somehow it could stay there forever. Something about his touch was always so grounding.
“Still okay to keep going, sweetheart?” He looked down at you, hoping to get the greenlight from you.
You don't answer verbally, instead choosing to undo the buckle of his belt, using it to bring him in closer to you. As you unzip his pants and pull them down, his cock springs out, nearly hitting you in the face. Your tongue poked out of your mouth, getting ready to devour him until you felt his hands on your shoulders.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes then. Lay back, baby. Gonna take such good care of you tonight.” He gently pushed you back, noticing a look of concern on your face.
“What? What’s wrong?” He said, slightly panicked.
“Don’t you want me to… you know,” You said, making a blowjob motion towards him.
God, you’re so cute.
“Darling, I’m making it up to you, aren’t I? You don’t have to do anything tonight, just let me make you feel good.” A smirk adorned his face, enamored with how sweet you are. His hands traced up and down your sides, a gentle, but steadying motion.
You reached your arms up, looping them around his neck to pull him into a kiss. It was chaste, quick and simple, but so passionate. It was as if you were kissing him for the first time again. You let his tongue explore your mouth, enjoying the low groan he let out as he did so. Barely breaking away, you looked into his eyes, deep and glistening, and asked, “Can I have you inside me now? Want’ to feel you inside.”
That was all he needed to hear before he lined himself up with your entrance, pumping his cock a few times before he did so. He teasingly dragged the tip up and down your folds before sinking into you. It was slow, but languid. He wanted you to feel every part of him, every vein and curve on him, just to remind you that you’d never have to go without again. His voice was low and throaty as he bottomed out, letting soft moans fall from his lips.
“Baby girl, you feel so good,” he stops, waiting for you to adjust to the size. Once ready, he pulls his hips back achingly slowly, almost pulling out all the way, just to force himself back in. Your fingers curled into his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist, begging for him to be deeper in you.
“Love feeling you inside like this, Jongie,” you whine, “please keep going.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” he assured you, “never gonna leave you alone again.”
He took your face into his hands, planting kisses all over your face. His hips pick up their pace, hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. While his pace was still slow, it was steady and deep. Jongho wasn’t fucking you to get himself off, he was fucking you to get you off. And god it felt so good. As his hips continued to snap into yours, the loud sound of skin on skin echoing in the room, you could feel yourself coming close to your climax. And you knew Jongho was almost there, too, based on the wince he let out each time he thrusted into you.
“I’m so close, Jongie, are you?” You asked, the heat burning in your core only getting warmer. He nodded, unable to speak through his own groaning. He planted one hand by your head to steady himself while the other took yours into his, lacing your fingers together. Even though his orgasm was slowly approaching, he wanted you to cum first. He forgot how much he loved the way it felt when you came on him.
Staring down at you, Jongho quickened his thrusts, making sure to hit that spot deep inside you that he knew felt so good. Over and over again, harder and harder. It sent a rush of electricity through your body, limbs shaking and back arching as your orgasm washed over you. He loved how your cunt clenched down on him, a warm rush of arousal pooling around the base of his cock.
“That was so good, princess. Such a sweet girl,” Jongho barely let out, “Think I’m gonna come now, too.”
“Want it inside me, Jongho.”
That was enough to send him over the edge. His hips rutted into yours desperately. Spilling his seed into you, he stopped thrusting and just sat there for a moment, basking in the warmth around him. His forehead pressed against yours, noses nudging together and eyes staring into each other with great affection.
“You forgive me yet?” He pulled out, eliciting a whine from you.
“I forgave you when I saw the flowers,” you chuckled, sitting up on your elbows. Jongho flopped down next to you. His chest rose and fell shallowly, trying to regain some of his breath.
“I figured,” he looked at you, eyes gleaming with joy, “but it was still nice, right?”
“Of course it was. I love it every time, you know that. And I missed it so much, you don’t even know.”
“Baby, I don’t even think I knew how much I needed it,” he pulled you into him, his hand massaging into the skin of your hip, “I know I said this, but I’m never gonna leave you like that again, got it?” You returned a simple nod, too tired to answer verbally.
“Ready to get cleaned up?” You answered again with a nod, sleep already seeping into your bones. Jongho left the room, heading to the bathroom to clean himself up and fill up the tub. Not long after, he came back for you, pulling you up into his arms to carry you to the bathroom. Checking the water temperature and deciding it was alright, he placed you into the tub. It was silent between you two, but that’s what you liked about aftercare with him. You didn’t need words to bring you back to your normal mindset, his touch was always enough.
His hands massaged your shoulders, knocking every knot and tight spot out of your body. They moved down your body, working until he could confidently say you wouldn’t feel sore in the morning. He then went on to take a washcloth to your body, scrubbing the sweat and other body fluids off of you, paying extra attention to the insides of your thighs. During all of this, he gently hummed one of your favorite songs. It was a ritual for him to care for you like this. It made him feel good, like he protected you like no one else could. Sure, he was always working, but when he was working to please you, it made him feel so much more important.
Once finished cleaning you off, he drained the tub. Turning his attention back to you, he planted a kiss to your forehead and helped you out of the tub. You purred as he wrapped a warm towel around you, pulling you in for a hug. The two of you stayed there for a moment, just swaying in each other’s arms.
He didn’t want to say anything to ruin the quiet atmosphere in the bathroom, so instead he hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your face up to look at his. He placed a tender kiss to your lips, knowing that you’d understand just how much he cared for you in that moment.
i enjoy thinking about the silmarillion as an in-universe historical text and also building on that it's really fun to think about what other texts (not necessarily limited to writing) might have survived in-universe from the first age or even before. of course a lot of it got destroyed, but as in the real world, there would be copies of copies and fragments and things written down from memory and stories told to children that survived. Even if 95 percent of everything was lost, that still leaves a whole lot! and all of that would be subject to further translation and mythologization and fragmentation and alteration after the first age. there's so much potential in the cultural legacy (& its reception) of first age beleriand
