Lmao That Last Bit Of Y/n Overthinking About Jin Going To See The Ob And Dating Anyone He Wants To Was

lmao that last bit of y/n overthinking about jin going to see the ob and dating anyone he wants to was real as hell. love it.

on god, sera gets under my skin too,, would love to sock a b****

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 5.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov  words; 8,410

warnings/includes (!) jungkook is a loveable asshole, first baby check-up which includes a transvaginal ultrasound, oc gets a teeny-weeny bit jealous but she won’t admit it, SERA (she needs her own warning by now lmao) 

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

↪︎ series index

SEASON ONE ⇤ previous | next ⇥

Keep reading

Do you think you're funny? Of fucking course we do, you're literally edging your followers

pleaseeeee and thank youuuuu

This position is starting to hurt Jisung’s knees, the cool hardwood floor bleeding through his thin sweats. The ache is starting to travel up his thighs, body clenching as the discomfort starts to warp into pain.

But it’s too risky to move. It’s important to stay as still as possible, moving only his arms. Only when absolutely necessary.

SUGGESTIVE - MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: STALKING, PERVERT BEHAVIOR

In his defense, he didn’t think you would be home so early. Your schedule is drilled into his brain — did your Wednesday night meeting get cancelled? Why are you back already?

Jisung is tucked behind the armchair in the corner of your bedroom, carefully watching through the small gap. Left cheek pressed to the wall, only allowing him a limited view.

A good one, nonetheless.

Less than three feet away, a floor length mirror is mounted to the wall. You stand in front of it, carefully removing the jewelry you wore today. The dress you have on is one of his favorites — a little too short for work, hugging your body and showing off your beautiful curves. He likes that he can see the outline of your upper thighs, how it squeezes just beneath your chest to make your tits look extra perky.

It’s the dress you wore when he first met you. Sitting at a high top table in a fancy bar downtown, chatting with two coworkers of yours. You gave him a warm smile while placing your order. A dirty martini, extra olives if he doesn’t mind. So polite, so delicate. When you took the glass from him, your fingers touched. And Jisung knew he wouldn’t be able to shake you.

He doesn’t usually do things like this, but there’s just something about you. You’re everything he’s ever wanted, ever dreamed of. Even if you were unaware of it, you were his, and that was never going to change.

You reach behind your neck, undoing the clasp on your dress. Next came the zipper, the sound sending a delicious chill down Jisung’s spine. As quietly as possible, he picks up the polaroid camera by his feet. Positioning it in the gap, watching through the little window, waiting for the perfect shot.

It comes when you’re wiggling yourself out of the dress, pink lacy bra on display. Fuck, is that providing you any support? Your nipples are visible, pointed from the cool air hitting them. God, you’re breathtaking.

Click.

Quickly, he takes the picture from the camera and drops it to the ground. Readying himself for another shot.

And oh, look at that. Matching panties. Maybe a little too small, judging on the way they’re hugging your ass. But oh how pretty they look on your soft skin. You turn, allowing him a back shot. Click.

He gets a few more shots; one of you leaning in, checking your makeup in the mirror. Another of you adjusting the bra, fingers cupping your covered breasts and head rolling back. As if enjoying the feeling of your touch.

Finally, you step away from the mirror, walking into the ensuite bathroom and shutting the door. Jisung groans quietly as he stands, legs going numb from crouching on them for so long. Grabbing his bag, he quickly (yet carefully) throws the camera in there, filing the photos into his special little album.

All the pretty shots of you.

He’s out of your bedroom, leaving no trace that he was ever there. In and out with ease, every single time. And you’re none-the-wiser. Even if he’s being a little careless today, rushing out so he can get home. Running a bit behind the schedule of his own.

///

Jisung fidgets with the cuff of his blazer, fastening and unfastening the little gold button over and over. Why is he so nervous? This should be a breeze for him; it’s not like he’s ever been on a date before.

But when he sees you walking towards the table, the same warm smile you gave him months ago painted on your face, it all makes sense.

He’s quick to stand, moving around the table to pull out your chair. The perfect gentleman.

“Thank you so much.” You say, sliding into the seat and allowing him to push the chair is. Only when he is seated do you speak again. “Jisung, right?”

God, his name sounds so pretty coming from your lips. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“And you.” You pick up the menu, carefully flipping through it. “I have to admit, I am a little nervous.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve just…” you take a deep breath, huffing out a small laugh. “I’ve never met someone off a dating app before.”

Jisung makes a little “ah” sound, picking up his own menu. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Absolutely.”

“Neither have I.”

His heart is soaring, the laugh you give so full. Happy. “Well, I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”

You’re so sweet, funny. The way you focus on him when he speaks is something he’s never experienced before — it’s like you’re actually interested in what he has to say. In him. You laugh at the right moments, ask all the right questions.

Never has there been a more perfect person for him. Jisung has known that for months, but this is just confirmation.

Within a blink, the two of you are sharing a cheesecake, huddled over the small circular table. He takes a risk, offering you a bite from his fork. You take it, wrapping your lips around it as you blink up at him. Moaning as the chocolatey taste hits your tongue.

“I don’t do this, but-“ you smile playfully at him. “-would you want to come home with me?”

Jisung reaches across the table, cupping your face to wipe the bit of cake on your chin away.

“There’s a first time for everything, right?”

a/n: i wrote a filthy smut part but…lemme know if we want more

This is Partners Joon, no one can fight me on this @btssmutgalore

he’s so beautiful ♡

RAGEEEEEEE

PURE FUCKING RAGE. OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOD.

Jordan wtf am I reading?!?!?!?!?! All I can say is oh my god rn, I'm fucking squealing and shouting in the comfort of my home, thank god no one can see me lmaooo ,, at first I was gonna cry because of the altercation between jin and y/n and then even more fucking shit with that bitchass twat sera. If sera was real, ITS ON SIGHT!!! I hope she fucking slaps her, somebody better or I will.

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 7.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 9,130

warnings/includes (!) ANGST CITY, just straight up no escape, no reprieve, mentions of parent death, toxic co-worker, worrying behaviour from Sera, lies, I think some of you might get angry at Oc 😬, you may want to give seokjin a hug, basically emotions are high, Yuna is the best as always, an altercation, Thursday morning chaos at the office lmao, Soobin cameos (couldn’t help myself) 

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

↪︎ series index

SEASON ONE ⇤ previous | next ⇥

Keep reading

Now this just isn't fair,, there has to be more

...MORE OF THE PEG !!

please im pegging begging

day 10 ♡ chan

⇢ pairing: chan x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 805 ⇢ genre: smut, established relationship!au ⇢ kinks: pegging, double-ended dildo ⇢ summary: chan tests his limits with you ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; use of a double-ended dildo, anal penetration, mentions of rimming and anal fingering ⇢ day 9 ♡ day 11 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

if you want to support my writing, you can buy me a coffee here and let me know what you think about it here. thank you! ♡

Something this non-masculine shouldn’t feel so good, that’s what Chan thinks. Why would it feel this good? Getting penetrated is the furthest thing from masculine he can imagine, yet here he is, craving it, enjoying it, never wanting you to stop.

It’s your fault, it’s all your fault. Before you, Chan enjoyed being the one in control, the one who was in charge even if was just lying there and letting someone else do all the work. It was the way things were supposed to work—he was there to fuck the other person, not the other way around.

And then, you two met, and you showed him giving up some control can be good. He can try out new things too, instead of always being the one to teach his partners something. Through this learning process, Chan figured out that having someone play with your ass actually feels good, no matter how much he thought he’d hate it.

He could play with yours all day, but the thought of you touching him there made him feel too… vulnerable. Too open. It was just more intimate than what Chan was ready for back then.

With time, though, he let you try what you wanted to try with him, trusted you enough not to make you stop when you rimmed him, when you used your tongue to make him feel things he’s never felt before, made him come so hard he almost passed out.

Then, Chan let you finger him. The feeling was completely different from your tongue, but because you took your sweet time with him and ensured he was ready for it, he enjoyed it. In fact, he wanted more of it as soon as it was done, thought about your finger in him when he would jerk off.

Later, he let you try out a toy on him while you blew him. Nowadays, he expects at least a thumb pressed against his ass while you suck him off—some kind of contact has to happen. You’ve conditioned him to enjoy it, and that’s what’s funny about it. Something he was repulsed by has now become a regular thing in his life and he enjoys every second of it.

So, Chan is not surprised at all that he’s enjoying your latest stunt—a double-ended dildo, one end of which is inside your pussy, the other in his ass. You two have been in this position before without the toy separating you, only that time, his dick was in you and he was the one pushing his hips into you, enjoying the way his cock just sank into your hole with ease. Now you’re sitting with your legs intertwined, crotches inches away from each other, the pretty thick dildo connecting your bodies.

“Why is this so fucking hot?” he grunts the question at you, unhappy with the fact that he loves seeing the same toy enter you and him at the same time, not to mention how perfectly it fills him up. You get the thicker part of the dildo, as agreed, so Chan can only imagine how good it feels in your pussy, especially after he’s made you come with his mouth, got you all hot and bothered, wet and messy, ready for the toy.

You did the same to him, so the smaller part of the toy that’s inside of him feels like heaven, rubs his prostate just right, makes his cock leak precum against his toned stomach. You’re both grunting and using the toy to get off, and something about it feels so dirty and wrong that it just turns Chan on even more. You should do this more often.

“It’s like we’re fucking each other,” you hiss back, grinning before you look down again, “but in a way we just can’t. You can’t fuck me while I fuck you… That’s why this is amazing.”

“Makes sense. Wish it didn’t.”

His admission makes you chuckle and lean in to kiss him. You’re the one who’s moving more, who’s trying to fuck the toy. Whenever you let it sink into you, you push it into Chan a bit further, but it’s nowhere close to the feeling of you fucking him with a toy. Still, the sight makes up for it—he loves seeing you with anything stuck inside of you, filling your pretty pussy up, making you groan and arch your back. “You’re just bitter that you like it.”

“So what if I am?”

You giggle and continue to move the same way you do when you’re fucking yourself against his cock, which is now rock hard and resting on his lower stomach, dying for your attention. But, Chan knows he’ll come fast if he touches himself. “Not manly enough for you?” you tease, squeezing the toy and smacking your hips against it so it enters him faster, deeper. “Don’t feel like a man with a dildo in your little ass?”

“Shut up,” Chan tells you in between moans, making it very clear he doesn’t mean it. He wouldn’t be here sweating and leaking precum if he wasn’t enjoying every second of it. “I can still fuck you into tomorrow.”

“Baby,” you coo, giggling, “I know you can. You can also take it in the ass. What’s so wrong with that?”

Chan sighs and looks down, pretending he didn’t hear you. He can’t answer that question because he doesn’t know.

“I think it’s really hot,” you go on, groaning when the toy enters you fully. “You’re so big and manly and attractive… But you like your ass played with. Those two shouldn’t work well together, but they do, and I love it so much—”

“I know you do,” he agrees with a hum, happy to know you’re having fun. “You just want to prove that you’re right about ass stuff.”

“No, I want you to have the best orgasms with me…” you admit, smiling at him sweetly as if you’re not impaling yourself on a toy to get off, for his eyes only. Everything about you is perfect, including the fact that you can always tell when something is on his mind. “And don’t you?”

“I do,” Chan nods enthusiastically, “every time.”

“Then? Just enjoy it. No one knows but us,” you reassure him, which is exactly what he needs to relax his walls and let the toy enter him a bit further.

“It shouldn’t feel this fucking good… I wish I could fuck you at the same time.”

“We can help each other,” you say with a cocked up eyebrow, head tilted to the side. You seem playful, so he knows you’re up to something. “Just push yourself against it, let it enter you… Please.”

Chan hates doing this—he feels slutty for bucking his hips into a toy, enjoying the way it rams into his ass and rubs his prostate, hating the way his cock twitches at it, but he does it for you. The next second, you do the same thing, which causes the toy to push towards him. The next time he bucks his hips, there’s more friction since you’ve just pushed the toy.

So, that’s what you two do, just fuck the toy at the same time, swirling your hips, naked and panting, too turned on to care about keeping it down. It goes on for a long time, so long Chan is afraid he’ll lose his voice from moaning. He’s the first one to come, cum spraying out of his cock and landing everywhere on you and him, but neither one of you stops fucking the toy. Only after he blows does he start moving his hips so fast you practically scream for him and spread your legs wide, letting him use the toy to fuck your orgasm out of you. He hates that it all feels so good.

if you want to support my writing, you can buy me a coffee here and let me know what you think about it here. thank you! ♡

Step 1: Get knocked up.

Step 2: Be hot.

Okay that's not that hard at all,, where my milf-loving hyunjin at ?

I have to suddenly fulfill this fantasy now.

But fuuuuuughhhhhhk was that hot

day 13 ♡ hyunjin

⇢ pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 2.9k ⇢ genre: smut, age-gap hookup ⇢ kinks: milf, semi public ⇢ summary: hyunjin drools over you a bit too much for you not to notice ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; age difference (hyunjin is a college student, younger than the mc), the mc is a mother, protected sex, clit rubbing, tit sucking ⇢ day 12 ♡ day 14 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

if you want to support my writing, you can buy me a coffee here and let me know what you think about it here. thank you! ♡

Hyunjin is a bit obsessed with this idea of getting to fuck you, he’s aware. You are one of the volunteers who are trying to make the neighborhood a safe place for kids, which is how he met you. Due to some problems—like Hyunjin getting caught with booze on college grounds—he had to volunteer for a month and he chose an organization randomly. The choice led him to you, the hottest woman he’s ever seen.

Up until he met you, Hyunjin never really even sought out older women. He usually dated people who were his age, give or take a year or two in either direction. Either way, his partners were young and fairly inexperienced. Hyunjin has a lot of sex, but he’s definitely far behind people your age.

He never really thought about sex with you until you chose him as your volunteering partner. The more experienced volunteers got to pair up with newbies and give out fliers, spend time out in the neighborhood, warning people of all the dangers, and work on different projects.

That’s when he started noticing the swell of your tits, the plush flesh of your ass he could clearly see moving under your summer dress, the way you acted protective over him, even if Hyunjin is in college and much older than your kids.

After you chose him, he continued volunteering even after the month came to an end. He was there at every event and gathering, drooling over your body, your warmth, the way you mothered everyone and took care of their needs. Now, Hyunjin had a couple of needs he wanted you to take care of, but you were too serious for a guy like him. Too good. You wouldn't be caught dead fucking a dude in college.

Despite that, Hyunjin followed you around like a puppy, even when it was time to hand out fliers for the fundraiser. You two gave them all out and returned to the warehouse, a tiny little room in the volunteering association, to get more. To be fair, you handed out 80% of them, talking to people on the street, stressing the importance of the common goal here. Hyunjin spent most of the time staring at you.

While in the warehouse, you looked for the fliers in the drawers, and Hyunjin just sat there staring at you, watching the dress rise up your thighs whenever you'd reach up, hoping to catch even a glance of the swell of your ass, imagine himself biting those thighs, sucking on your tits— “All done,” you say, turning around to face him.

Instead of walking out instantly, you look at Hyunjin with a grimace. “You know how important it is for us to hand these out, right?” you ask, waiting for him to nod before you continue. He feels like he’s being babied right now, like you have to explain why all of this means something, but Hyunjin doesn’t mind it at all. “The more people come, the more money we get to protect kids. That's what's important here.”

“Yes, of course,” Hyunjin clears his throat and sits up straight, shoving his hand in his pocket to hide his erection. He can't help it when you wear dresses like that one which lets him see just enough to get his imagination going, the cleavage a tiny bit too deep for him not to look.

“So, Hyunjin, if you're aware of this, why have you been staring at me most of the day instead of handing these out and trying to get people to come?”

His breath hitches in his throat, cheeks redden, eyes widen at the realization that he's been caught. You now know Hyunjin is a perv who's been drooling over you—you've noticed. How fucking embarrassing… And you’ve said it out loud, too. “I—”

“Don't even try to pretend you weren't doing that,” you cut him off, sounding so strict, which gets even more blood to run to his cock, and he pushes his fist further down into his pocket. Hyunjin didn’t think he liked situations like this, when a woman talks down to him, makes him feel ridiculous, but his dick proves otherwise. “I can see the erection you're trying to hide, Hyunjin, and I know why you have one.”

“I'm, uh, sorry,” he says as he stands up and lets his head drop down, feeling like a total creep. “I should be here to volunteer and not think about you. It's just hard to concentrate with you around.” His cheeks are burning at this point, but at least he's being honest. “I will do better this round, I swear. You don’t even have to go with me, I’ll do all the work.”

You take a step or two in his direction, but Hyunjin is so embarrassed he can't even look at you. And then, you speak and blow his mind. “Will you be more productive if I help you get rid of your little problem?”

Now, that makes his head snap up, eyes meeting yours. Your expression is usually warm—always smiling with your eyes, looking at people like you're happy to see them, like a host. The way you're looking at him now is different—there's a really hot smirk on your face and your eyebrow is cocked up in a way that makes Hyunjin want to grab you. Did you really just suggest that? “I— Uh… De-definitely.”

You chuckle evilly, like you're teasing him, making fun of him, and Hyunjin loves it. Women never treat him that way. “Yeah?” You come closer and whisper at him, your lips next to his ear, your cleavage right in front of his face. “You'll be able to focus better once you empty your balls?”

God, you're so fucking dirty, and that just does it for him. Who would have thought? The best volunteer this county has! “Yes.”

Your hand grabs him over his pants, squeezing his erection tight, which makes him grunt like he’s never been touched before. “Not so little after all,” you note.

It's like music to Hyunjin’s ears, even if he knows size doesn't matter at all. He wants to leave a good impression on you, and this is a good start. Hyunjin just stares at you with his mouth slightly open, practically drooling at the sight of you. 

“So? What are you waiting for?” You scoff at him. “Touch.”

Hyunjin immediately grabs your body and pulls you in closer. He doesn't dare kiss your lips so he starts kissing your cleavage, leaving a wet trail behind. Surprisingly, you lean into his touch and hum, grabbing his head and caressing it like you're encouraging him to go on. “A tit guy? Hm… Interesting.”

He pulls your dress down your chest and takes your nipple in his mouth, starting to suck. Then, Hyunjin remembers you’ve said something and hums in agreement. He does love your tits—sure spends a lot of time drooling over them.

“I took you for an ass guy. You stare at it all the time,” you say with a chuckle that gets even louder when both his hands grab your ass and squeeze. He loves how your body responds to him, how you get goosebumps and let him grope your ass and suck on your tit, sink his teeth in it.

“I like thighs too,” Hyunjin admits as he pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting it with his lips. You move a hand down to his face and wipe the spit away, which gets his cock to twitch inside his pants. God, he wants you to say nasty things to him while touching him sweetly. Hyunjin lets one of his hands wander under your dress from the front, encouraged by the way you look at him. He cups you over your panties and finds you wet, which gives him that push of confidence he needs. “I like pussy the most.”

You chuckle and smirk at him, making it seem like you’re mocking him, which… turns him on? Weirdly so. “Oh, you can speak…”

“I can fuck too,” Hyunjin spits the words at you while he rubs your mound with his fingers. You’re not moving away, so you clearly want this to. Why should he feel anything less than confident?

You smirk at him, finding the whole thing amusing. “Let's test that. Condom?”

While Hyunjin is busy getting his dick out and putting a condom on it, you walk over to the desk and sit on it. That's when Hyunjin realizes you've already taken off your panties and that you're now spread on the desk just for him, feet propped up on it, tits and cunt out for him to see. Perfect. He loves that neither one of you is exactly shy—saves you both time and energy.

When he sinks into you, Hyunjin moans and has to pause instantly. Otherwise, he’ll blow before he gets to enjoy you fully. This might be the only time he gets to be in you, so he wants to take his time and fuck you right. “Fuck, you're wet,” he hisses, jaw clenched as he fights off the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that makes him want to pound you into tomorrow. He moans too, and doesn’t really care if he sounds fucked out already—he’s inside of you, for fuck’s sake.

“Maybe you're not the only one looking,” you suggest, resting on your palms, letting your head kick back. Did you just admit you were horny for him too? You? The employed single mom who spends all of her time volunteering and fighting for the community? Hyunjin could come just thinking about it. 

“Yeah? Like what you see?” He sounds cocky and he feels like it, too, especially after you’ve just admitted that. Granted, being inside of you has a lot to do with it, but still… What man wouldn’t?

“I think you'll have to fuck me a bit more to get an answer to that.” You shut him down so easily, but Hyunjin has his cock in you, so he’s fairly confident he could get you to admit to anything.

So, he laughs and starts pumping hard and fast. Your walls just suck him in, pussy wet and ready to take all of him, and he has no problem sliding in to the hilt and pulling out almost all the way, giving it to you fast. “Good?”

“Change the angle a bit…” you suggest, giving him a light shrug, acting completely unphased by his valiant effort. “You can fuck like this forever and not make me come.”

Oof, that one hurts his ego a bit, makes him understand that the insanely quick fucking may not be the best option for both parties. Hyunjin spreads his legs a bit, sinking down a bit, and tries again. “Like this? Better?”

“A bit up…” you say, nodding slightly, your legs still spread as you stare between them at the place where your bodies connect—your perfect body that he wants to bite and lick and suck, and his painfully hard cock.

“Like this?” Hyunjin asks after he’s shifted a bit. He needs to get this right, needs to make you come. He won’t forgive himself if he doesn't—that’s a guarantee you will never give Hyunjin another chance. Why would you? He sees the way all these guys who volunteer stare at you. Hell, he sees the way the guys you approach on the street to hand out fliers look at you—they all want a piece of you. And here Hyunjin is, getting to have you.

“Good… Now you can give it to me rough.” With that, you grin and cock your head to the side. Oh, you’re so good at teasing, at looking at him like you expect more, like you’re making fun of him. “Let’s see what you’ve got, pretty boy.”

Hyunjin gives it to you rough, he hopes. Getting to fuck you feels perfect for him, sliding between your plush walls, feeling your juices dripping down his balls. You like it too—you must, based on how wet you are and how sweetly you moan, even if you’re looking at him with a smirk. “You're so tight!”

“Yeah? Makes you want to blow?” you hiss back, starting to moan more often, biting down on your bottom lip as you stare at his cock disappearing into you.

“Makes me want to do all kinds of things to you,” Hyunjin admits. He wishes he could treat you like he does everyone else, be in charge, make you his slut, and not the other way around. “Wanna do so much.”

“Like what?” You’re teasing, clearly wanting to play with him.

So, Hyunjin leans forward, collects his saliva, and spits directly onto your clit, watching the drool drip down your folds. Then, he grabs your leg with one hand and uses the other hand to start rubbing you. “Like this.”

That’s when you start moaning with every thrust, which is like music to his ears. Here he is, just a guy in college, getting to stuff your pretty pussy with dick. You’re so responsible all the fucking time, busy with all the adult shit in your life, wanting to make the world a better place and all that, which makes Hyunjin think you don’t often get to have fun like this. You don’t often get a guy his age to fuck you. You could, though, you definitely could.

“Is that all you’ve learned from your college girls?” you tease, fake pouting at him. How can someone look that unbothered while getting their cunt stuffed? Hyunjin is not even going easy on you, not at all. “I guess girls are different than when I went to school.”

“I can’t even imagine you in school,” he admits. What were you like? He can’t even think about it, not when he’s focusing so hard on fucking you right. “Bet you were a real prim and proper girl back then.”

“Think so?” The way you say the words is so hot he thinks he’ll fill the condom up if you use that tone of voice again. “Maybe I liked guys like you even back then.”

“Shit,” he grunts and starts rubbing your clit so fast his finger goes numb. “I can’t wait for you to show me how much you like me.”

“Fuck me harder then,” you suggest, and Hyunjin does just that. It’s hard to multitask and rub your clit and fuck you hard, but he is managing somehow. You must really like the way he touches you because you come a minute or two later, grunting and bucking your hips into him like you are riding your orgasm out using his dick instead of Hyunjin fucking you. “Fuck, fuck, there!”

Hyunjin lets go of your clit once you try shutting your legs, realizing he’s overstimulating you. “Just a bit more, please,” he begs, hoping you won’t tell him to pull out now that he’s so fucking close. “So close—”

“Yeah?” you chuckle, biting your lip before you sit up and wrap your arms around him, pulling him in for a wet and sloppy kiss, your first one. You kiss just as perfectly as you fuck, and Hyunjin wishes you’d ride his dick right now—he knows you’d make him blow instantly. “Come for me then, Hyunjin…”

He fucks you for a while longer, cock pushing in between your slick walls, pleasure surging through his body until he reaches his peak and unloads into the condom with a couple of sloppy, wet thrusts. The groans he lets out are thankfully muffled by your neck, which he wets with his open mouth, eyes closed as sperm shoots out of him and into the rubber. 

Hyunjin stops moving and lets you hold him close, squeezing your walls around him on purpose, making him grunt and moan into your ear. “Fuck.”

“Will you focus now?” You remind him why you’re here, so Hyunjin pulls out and gets rid of the condom while you get dressed. He catches a glance of himself in the mirror and realizes he looks fucked out—he’s red and sweaty in the face, strands of hair sticking to his temples and forehead, cock still twitching, even if it’s inside his boxers now. It’s still hard, and he came a minute ago.

You, on the other hand, look perfectly fine, as if he didn’t just fuck you. “Was that good for you?” Hyunjin asks you, hoping you won’t lie to him. Then again, you could seriously fuck up his self-esteem if you trash his skills.

“Good,” you nod, licking your lips, “but short.”

“Oh,” he says, feeling like he wants to disappear. Hyunjin has never heard that comment before, especially after making someone orgasm. Does it have to be long if he gets you to come? Did you want more orgasms? But you said you need to go back out there and finish your task. “I-I didn’t know you wanted more.”

“Well, now you do,” you say with a shrug, grabbing a bunch of fliers. “Maybe you can come over on Saturday. I have the apartment all for myself. I can show you how we did it back in college, teach you a thing or two.”

Once again, Hyunjin’s cock twitches in his pants. He grabs a packet of fliers and follows you outside, reminding himself that he has to focus on the fucking flyers. Just until Saturday.

if you want to support my writing, you can buy me a coffee here and let me know what you think about it here. thank you! ♡