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˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ࣪ some daddy chan for my a-z kink series ;) im not a big fan of age play so i toned it down slightly.

『 age play: bang chan 』

“do you know how late it is?” you ask chan as he walked into the living room, just had barely opening the door. his blonde fluffy hair is shaken out of his eyes as he takes a clearer look at you, his eyebrows furrowed as he realizes you’re starting to test him right now.

“what?” he said as his eyebrow raised, walking closer to you with a poker face.

“you need to be home sooner than that.. i mean what were you even doing? you weren’t even at the studio?” you look at the box he has in his hand, with a pretty bow. your face softens a bit as you look into his eyes, your dominance and anger subsiding.

“excuse me?” his face hardens as he looks at you hurtfully, walking closer to you. the closer he walks, the more stern his face appears. your body tenses, as he walks slowly. he suddenly grabs you by the back of your hair forcefully, letting out a wince in his face.

“you don’t need to be in my business. what i was doing has nothing to do with you…. or does it baby?” he looks at you teasingly, handing over the box to you matter of factly. your face softens even more.

“strip..!” he says sarcastically happy with his arms crossed.

“what?-“ “i said strip.” no expression can be read on his face, as you realize that you’re no longer — not that you have been — in control.

and so you strip teasingly for him, your brat coming into play. pulling down your skirt slowly, he watches intensely. when you got to taking off your crop top with no bra underneath, you pull it up until you can see your under boob. you moved so, so slowly, to reveal your tits, his favorite part.

“come on.” he says sternly, glancing at your innocent eyes for a second. that’s when you pulled it up completely, your tits bouncing. his mouth opened agape for just a second, as his eyes traveled to what would be put on your body next.

you turned to the mirror, teasingly admiring your body to egg on the situation. you bent over, full ass exposed to chan, to open the box. inside was a pastel pink lingerie piece, light layers of glitter that shine in the light, small diamonds adorning the small and thin v neck. it was a one piece, yes, but nothing looked like it connected to each other. it all looked so skimpy, and as many times as you’ve gotten naked for chan, this still felt so whorish.

you put on the one piece, confusion setting in during various times, chan giggling patiently next to you. the crotchless panties confused you at first, but chan helped you. you were finally done, flipping your hair to one side to sensually stare at yourself. you were interrupted by chan pulling your wrist.

“come with me..” speaking quietly, walking into his studio. on the floor, was a fuzzy white rug. next to it was a box, full of who knows what, but it seemed to be a secret. he sat you down delicately on the floor on your knees, as he started to pull out handcuffs from the box. the fuzzy pink cuffs matched your lingerie, being hesitant about why you’re being put into them. he then pulled out a polaroid camera.

“say, daddyyyy” he says sarcastically, to tease your daringness earlier, “ahhh.. confused now that you’ve been put in your place?” you looked innocently into the camera, confusion striking your face once the flash hits.

“i said say, daddy.” he grabs you by the face, holding it as he took another photo. you looked up into his eyes, seeing spots from the flash.

“do i need to make you say it?” he says as he pushes your shoulders, which makes you fall back onto your ass. he puts the camera down for just a second to sit down himself, treating you like a rag doll and bending him over his lap.

“i want you to count every time i spank you.” he lands a spank before you can even say a word of agreement, “one…” you whimper, that not being enough for chan.

“one… what? one, what, princess…” he speaks as his hand prepares in the air for another smack, “one… daddy…” you whisper, “louder.” he speaks as he lands another smack.

“two, daddy…!! ugh!!” your high whimpers make his cock throb even harder, multiple smacks being thrown onto your ass as he takes photos. at the 15th smack, he took a direct shot of your red & inflamed ass, and a photo of him looking up at the camera. his masterpiece.

he then starts to align you to be face down ass up, taking photos of you like that as well. even taking photos of his clothed crotch pressed up against your ass. he then pushes you to sit up against the wall, legs spread wide open. then making sure you’re comfortable, enough to place a blind fold on you. that’s when you started to get nervous, as you heard him rummaging for something else..

“there’s more.. props?” you giggled slightly with a whisper, trying not to seem scared.

“yes, baby. now be a good girl and open wide..” he shoved a vibrator into you, your pink vibrator he usually took out to tease you with in public, leaving it inside you and changing it to various settings. that’s when he put it to the highest possible setting, only being able to hear the clicks of his camera. you started impossibly shaking and moaning, whimpers coming out as high pitched cries as your g-spot is attacked by the rapid voltages; your clit becoming visibly fluffy and inflamed from the need of attention.

“that’s my good little girl.” you heard him set the camera down, and take a seat in his studio chair, getting straight to work.

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STUDIO BF! WOOZI

studio bf! woozi who records all the pretty sounds you make and keeps them in a private file on his computer to go back and listen to from time to time.

studio bf! woozi who would make you cockwarm him for hours just because he likes how desperate you get and wants to see how long you can behave for.

studio bf! woozi who laughs at you when cockwarming cause he thinks it’s cute when you look at him all teary eyed because he scolds you everytime you move.

studio bf! woozi who promises to fuck you after he’s done, but never specified how long it’ll be till then.

studio bf! woozi who eventually gets fed up with your whines + constant moving after he told you to quit it and grabs you by the throat.

studio bf! woozi who will fuck up into you hard, fast and rough while you’re rolling your eyes back in pleasure.

studio bf! woozi who will overstimulate you, claiming this is what you wanted because you just couldn’t be patient and wait for him to finish what he was doing.

studio bf! woozi who def uses your sex life as inspiration whenever he’s writing songs.

studio bf! woozi who bought a new couch in his studio specifically so you would be more comfortable whenever you’re getting fucked sleeping.

studio bf! woozi who will ask you to send him some spicy photos for inspiration whenever he’s stuck at the company late at night and you’re at home.

studio bf! woozi who changes the led lights in his studio to red whenever y’all are getting it on to set the mood.

studio bf! woozi who will fuck you to the songs he writes and produces (will also thrust in and out of you according to the beat.)

studio bf! woozi who will let you grind on his thigh if you’re feeling horny, but he is too busy. he would help you get off by shaking his leg and applying pressure from time to time.

studio bf! woozi who keeps a polaroid nude of you in his wallet to jerk off too whenever you’re not there and he’s feeling particularly stressed.

studio bf! woozi who has a locked drawer at his desk that has a few toys ;)) so he can have his fun with you whenever you come visit him.

studio bf! woozi who will throw you in the recording booth with a vibrator to your clit so he can record the pretty sounds you make.

w o a h

˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ࣪ my third not so short story from my a-z kink series! enjoy some yeo!

『 accidental stimulation: kang yeosang 』 ↴

you were on a date with yeosang, when hongjoong unexpectedly made a call for yeosang to come back to the studio. you asked if you should head back home, but hongjoong texted yeosang that he could bring you too.

walking hand in hand with yeosang, you adored his cute cute hooding adorning his head. you took a picture of him as you were walking into the building, heading towards the elevator. everything was so innocent.

clicking the elevator button, you awaited for an elevator. once the doors opened, you and yeosang exchanged surprised looks with how packed it was. he grabbed your hand as you were hesitant to wait for another elevator, but yeosang seen it as normalcy.

you both pushed your way to the back of the elevator, squishing into a corner. you stood in front of him, your skirt riding up slightly from your ass being pushed against his crotch. he hesitantly held his hand slightly over where your bodies were touching, as his mouth opened slightly to let out a slight wince. you’re surprised you heard him, from all the voices in the elevator drowning out your hearing.

that’s when you felt his rock hard cock, pressing in between your legs. he obviously wasn’t wearing underwear, his thin grey sweatpants making it easy to trace out the start and end of his cock.

he started to rock into you, not caring who was around you both, your cause of accidental stimulation making him need a release. he grabbed your hips, looking down at you as a hint to move against him. you started to wind your hips, yeo gritting his teeth behind your head.

he delicately and secretly licked a stripe up your neck, which made you press into him harshly, and completely; squeezing your legs tightly around his long and desperate cock. that’s when you felt spurts of cum spray in between your legs, the wet fabric squishing in between your plush thighs.

he was twitching, his cock twitching up to hit your pussy from between your legs, subtle breaths heard while his nails completely dig into your hips. that’s when the bell dinged, your eyes both wandering and bowing to the other unbothered employees, awaiting everyone to exit. you stepped back from yeosang to take a look at the mess he made, dark spots of wetness covering his front half. you shook your head, yeosang feeling ashamed.

you smiled at him teasingly, “shameful.”

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˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ࣪ welcome to my 2nd short story from my a-z kink series!

『 actirasty: kim namjoon 』

“y/n… come here for a second.” you heard namjoon’s deep voice travel across the back porch, to the couch you were sitting in. you were just sunbathing in your bathing suit, when you decided to head in and fall asleep on the couch. joon thought you’d be out there when he got out there, but he had decided to let you rest just a bit longer.

you walked out to see his topless body stretched out one of your long chairs, playing light jazz music in the background. you sat down beside him, as he sat up, taking a hair clip from your chair and putting your hair back. he pushed your shoulders lightly to tell you to turn around towards him, putting sunscreen on his hands to rub on your shoulders.

“don’t you love how the sun feels on your skin?” joon starts to massage your shoulders with the lotion, using it more or so as an excuse to touch you.

“yes… the sun is so perfect today..” smiling up at him, as his mouth opened agape slightly.

“you’re so perfect….” his hands travel lower, massaging under your bra bikini piece; over your nipples. the moisturized stimulation made your nipples even harder, twisting them slightly between his fingers..

“ah… joon….” your body arches, as your chest bounces with every twitch from the sensation. he giggles, and gets closer to your face. leaving a chaste kiss, he lays you down on his chair you were once sitting in.

he slowly dragged his finger tips down your body, tickle sensations erupting alongside goosebumps. he spread your thighs apart with his large hands, pulling your bikini panties down your legs. stopping at your ankles, he unhooks it from one ankle to release restriction.

that’s when he dove in, licking the thickest stripe up your swollen and throbbing pussy. you could immediately feel your pussy clench around absolutely nothing, juices dripping out.

the warm rays from the sun that fell onto your pussy made you feel free, but so secure around namjoon. his presence made you feel as if you were in your bedroom, the sun making your whole body feel like it was enveloped by a blanket.

over and over again, he stuck his tongue in and out of your wet hole, making sure there was nothing to be licked up. everything feeling perfectly warm on your skin made your body go over the edge, short spurts squirting from between your legs. this was what a full body orgasm was like hm? truly sun-sational.

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Dirty

Just a little Jongin smut before the year is over.

Word Count: 900

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Experienced mingi and virgin s/o mindrot GOOD GOD, not ever getting laid but also having the hormones of a teenage girl is terrible like dick is all thats on my mind rn

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◌ mingi first brought up the idea of touching each other when you were in class. you were completely shocked as you knew he was experienced, but not that he’d come on to you as strong; so early in the relationship.

◌ that day you had both stayed after school to study in the library, your session starting there. he started groping you under the table, rubbing at your panties.

⟢ “𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒕.. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚?

◌ he rubbed in between your folds, pants leaving between his lips as he checks around him in the secluded library area.

◌ that’s when you grabbed his wrist, pushing his chair back to sit on his lap. you made out with him, rubbing on his firm cock in his pants in the process. he winced and whined, when you heard a student teacher walk up…

⟢ “𝒖𝒉𝒎… 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆? 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒖ff 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.. 𝒚𝒆𝒂…”

◌ giggling and running out of the library hand in hand, you both ran to his motorcycle to head to his dorm.

◌ thankfully when you arrived his roommate yunho was no where to be seen, which gave mingi the cue to go batshit crazy.

◌ tearing off your clothes and his, he kissed you so hungrily. leaving harsh bites on your neck, the feeling of his warm soft tongue licking over your new wounds were enough to make you cum in your pants.

◌ you had never experienced anything like this, nothing of this matter, actually. mingi was your first kiss. your first lover. your first love. however it was different for him… with some explanation he explained how he would date to find love with no luck, which gave him his sexual experiences. but it was different with you, and he proved it in every way.

◌ fucking into your hole so passionately, his whines egging you on. it was so wet and warm for him, never have before experiencing such adoration for someone while feeling so good physically for himself.

◌ he put you in every. fucking. position. possible. 69, licking and digging his tongue deep into every hole in your lower half. he cleaned you up so delicately after you came all over his face, but making sure to smack you on the ass to remind you not to cum so early.

◌ as a result, he got dominant. this view of mingi was so enticing, your sexual fantasies all being answered within one sexual experience with mingi.

◌ grabbing you by the neck, fucking into you again deeply, feeling every ridge of his cock, his balls squishing against your asshole making a tingly sensation occur, wetness spreading all over the inside of your thighs, the wind of his thrusts making a cooling sensation spread throughout the skin of your thighs.

◌ he shoves his fingers into your mouth when he hears someone in the hallway, making you shut up almost immediately. you couldn’t seem to keep your whines to a minimum, your voice involuntarily making its own noises.

◌ grabbing you by your hair firmly, but never before feeling such a gentle and relaxing grab. the tension from your hair being up all day was being relived by this, eyes rolling back from how taken advantage you feel.

◌ he shoved his fingers into his mouth, tasting you while looking into your eyes, his cock starts to twitch, which results in him letting out the hottest groans known to humankind.

◌ he pulled out, squirting all over your stomach for the 4th time this evening. taking the same fingers he had in both of your guys’s mouth & shoving it into your pussy. hitting every spot possible, you squirted on his abs, his mouth open from how breathtaking you look.

◌ that’s when you heard beeping, the door key code being used. your head snapped to look behind you, your position from laying on the couch resulted in your head hanging off the couch to see who it was. mingi grabbed a pillow to put it over your spread legs, grabbing your tits to hide them from whoever may be walking into the dorm at this time of day.

⟢ “𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏” 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.

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˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ࣪ welcome to my first short story from my a-z kink series!

『 acarophilia: choi san 』

san was in the shower, when the hot water made him wince. he grabbed his back, immediately pulling open the shower curtain to look in the mirror. red, irritated scratches adorned his back, as everything that happened from last night fills his mind.

“ugh fuck! san! san! san! please! ugh!” you yelled loudly, pornographic screams erupting from your throat. nothing could’ve prepared you for how hard san’s cock was, nothing could’ve prepared you for him slamming you up against the wall; pounding so shallowly into you. everything was blurry, as you tried to scratch and grip onto the wall beside you.

“wrong place, baby, wrong place, baby.” san whispered breathlessly, placing your hands onto his back immediately. “leave your mark on my fucking body, baby… you know you want to.” he fucked even harder into you, deeply gripping into his shoulders with your nails.

“fuck yes, baby… ahh.. agh… let me know how good i’m making you feel.. hm? ah?” he says teasingly into your right ear, making your neck stand with goosebumps. you loved being his fuck toy, no matter the time of day. and so you scratched and scratched until you felt your nails become weak and dull beneath you, san whimpering and gritting his teeth with every abrasion to his skin. this one long scratch had him falling apart…

“fuck… fuck…” he threw his head back, biting his lip, “kiss me. kiss me.. kiss me so no one hears me breeding you. just for tonight… i can’t control it… i’d be too loud.. come here, baby..” he pulls you in by the neck as guidance, mouths sloppily and forcefully meeting each others, as his warm load spurts into your pussy; covering your insides with his mark.

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you woke up feeling… sticky. pulling your legs apart, sticky dried cum covers every bit of skin between your legs. confused, you check the sheets to see stains, knowing that you didn’t do anything last night, you looked around for hongjoong. there was a note on the side of the bed, catching your attention with his cursive writing. you took sleeping medicine last night, your eyes still groggy.

“check your phone, baby. i got home pretty late and was working all night, im heading out now.. but i hope you slept well.”

you opened your phone to see a video sent to you by joong, the video starting out by showing your legs spread wide open. you’re on your tummy, evidently sleeping, your pussy glistening from the flash of his camera. he then points the camera towards his two-toned cock, his pale foreskin being pulled back to reveal his bright pink tip. your mouth opened as you seen a drop of precum separate from his cock, onto the back of your thigh.

“you’re throbbing just watching this video hm??” hongjoong giggles into the camera, making wet sounds with his thumb and the tip of his cock.

he then brings his fingers to your pussy, spreading your hole wide open just for the camera to pick up. he stuck his thumb inside of you for just a moment, just to pull it out and spread your hole with it, slowly. he then brought his cock to your entrance, rubbing it against your heat causing wet sounds to erupt. sticking just the tip inside of your pussy, he moans desperately into the camera.

“oh i wish… oh i wish i could just fuck you right now. but i’m not that rude.. am i??” he started to push his cock deep into you, stopping halfway. “no… i’m not that rude. i’m not going to ruin your well deserved sleep…” he sighs breathlessly, tapping his cock on your pussy, sticking the tip inside of you for just a moment.

“agh wait… that feels good..” he taps his cock on your pussy again, this time repeatedly, “ahhh.. wait… i think i’m gonna cum…” the camera starts to shake a bit, being able to tell that his focus on the camera wasn’t a main concern. he pulls the camera back further, pulling his cock away from you as he shakes it back and forth, continuing the same stimulation. cum starts to spurt everywhere, on your ass, back, pussy; everywhere.

“i so wish you were awake for that… at least you’ll have a video.”

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is it in slow motion or is that just my heart eyes 😍

NIGHT-SHIFT (p.sh)

Sunghoon, a keen and professional man between the hours of 8 AM to 5 PM. ServiceKing, a faceless and proud man between the hours of 9 PM to 12 AM. Sunghoon’s secret night-life has nothing to do with the faces he sees day after day...until it does. or the one where you pay for a one on one call with a faceless cam guy you’ve been watching for a little while, and the next day your boss is avoiding you like the plague. 

minors dni 

PAIRING ― boss / cam boy!sunghoon x afab reader  

WORDCOUNT― 4.5k

WARNINGS―  dub-con since reader doesn’t know it’s him. 

CONTENT― office setting, sunghoon is a service top/soft-dom/whatever his clients need lol

 NOTE ― this was supposed to be a drabble, but i just....it needed a little more plot sorry. it's not very good, like fr this is not up to par with what I wanted... but i wrote it so im gonna post it.

nsfw tags under cut

nsfw tags― dubious consent, cam sex/virtual sex, dirty talk, masturbation instructions, umm…finger fucking, jerking off, fantasies, role-play type stuff

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What are the chances? Honestly, what are the fucking chances?

Sunghoon sits up quickly from his relaxed position upon hearing a voice far too familiar on the other end of this call. He’s lucky he doesn’t have his camera on just yet, you’d have seen the embarrassing reaction to…well…hearing you of all people.

He knows the world can be small sometimes, but this is too small for comfort as he hears your muttered voice through the microphone again.

“So, what am I supposed to do?” You say. 

“Ah, uh–” Sunghoon pauses. There’s no way it’s actually you. Can you not recognize his voice too? “What type of call did you request again?” 

“Full service.” You remind him. 

Oh. You’re into this kind of thing? That pretty, well-mannered employee of his? The one who sips coffee quietly at her desk while actually responding to her emails? The one who never shows up to co-ed parties? The one who always dresses appropriately and addresses him in a timid way?

You…just paid a cam-boy to get you off in full? Not just any cam-boy either, you paid him?

God, his cheeks are so heated at the arousing thought. Never once has he ever imagined you in any scenario that doesn’t involve excel spreadsheets and finances. Arguably, you’ve probably never thought of him all spread out fucking his fist either but…you’ve blatantly seen him do it already.

He wonders how long you’ve been seeing this part of him, how long you’ve been getting yourself off all alone while he puts on a show for hundreds, and sometimes, thousands of people. 

As detrimental as this is, it’s his job to do this. You paid him to do it, just like how he pays you to do your job. He can’t be letting this hold him back. No, in fact, he needs to get this hour long session over with as quickly as fucking possible. 

“Right,” Sunghoon lends a chuckle, nervous sounding on his end but to you it just sounds cheeky. “Can I get your name, babe?” 

You’re quiet at first, never having done this before and absolutely not wanting this random horny guy to know who you are. Honestly, you already requested that only he turns his camera on during this call as well. As if you’d give out your real name. You give him a name that rhymes with your own instead, and there’s another chuckle after. 

He knows you’re lying. Out of all the employees that are under him, you’re the one he has to correspond with the most. After all, you’ve been up for the promotion to being his assistant for the past three months. He knows that isn’t your name. 

 Smart girl, just like he knew you were. 

“Is that so?” He tilts his head at his blank screen in amusement, watching the microphones light up with each breath. “Alright, and you’ll do everything I say, yes?” 

You nod to no one, realizing he can’t see you and instead giving him a hum and gentle words of “of course.”

His image flashes across your screen just moments later. The same as his usual streams. Face out of frame, hand strong and willing, his cock out and on display– only half hard. 

“Listen to me very carefully,” Sunghoon calls out now, as if to show you that it’s time to begin, your almost-name falling from his lips shortly after. “Don’t hold your breath, you paid good money for this, and I want to hear you.”

Oh man, this is embarrassing for you to be doing this. But truly, anything at this point is better than another night all alone. 

And he does hear you. Relishing in that voice he hears day to day reciting memos and budgets, only this time, you’re calling out pleasurable reactions to how he tells you to fuck yourself. 

He’s good at it too. You can’t help but listen to every word, touching and massaging when he instructs you to, stopping just short of orgasm for him to ask, “That feels good, doesn’t it? Wish you had me doing it for you, isn’t that right?” 

Always using the fake name. Giving you full-service by the end of the call. 

Safe to say, you’re feeling refreshed by the next morning as you ready yourself for work, wanting very much to book the infamous ServiceKing again. 

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Fuck, he can’t even look at you. Not after the way he got off last night. 

Not after hearing you moan out the way you did while he simultaneously imagined you all spread out on his desk for him. Not after hearing the fucking wet between your legs as you frantically tried to cum when he told you to. 

Not after you did cum for him. 

“Mr. Park–” You chime through his door, not quite noticing the way he stiffens in his seat. 

God, if you had called him that last night…

“Hm?” He composes himself by acting bored and uninterested in whatever papers you have held tightly against your chest. “What is it?”

“I got the statements back from our parent company, I think–”

“Great. Just set them down on my desk.” He cuts you off, patting his desk before hoping you get the fuck out of his office before he ends up breaking office rule number one.

What is office rule number one, you might ask? Never fuck a co-worker. What’s worse is that you’re not his fucking co worker. You’re his employee.

You raise a brow at his demeanor this morning. The usual not-so-up-tight Sunghoon appearing far too distracted today compared to usual. Most mornings, he’ll at least give you a smile and a “thank you.” 

“Mr. Park, is there anything I can get for you?” You ask with concern in your voice.

Sunghoon pauses every thought in his head as he looks at you. Narrowing his eyes and wondering if maybe he’s just overreacting. Maybe he's mistaken and that girl from last night isn’t you at all. After all, there’s plenty of people with the same pitch in their voice. She didn’t even turn on her camera, and she gave him a different name anyway. 

Maybe he just wishes it was you. 

“No, I’m fine–” He says, mistakenly calling out the fake name rather than your actual name. 

You miss the way his eyes widen for a split second before correcting himself to your real name. 

“Ah, my apologies. Got a little tongue tied.” 

You stand there in shock. No way in hell he just called you by the name you spoofed to a cam-boy last night. Coincidences can be so weird, and being called that hits you a little too close to home. 

It feels awkward in the room now and both of you play it off as a genuine mistake. Though, to you, it has to be a genuine tongue-tied version of your name. Sunghoon couldn’t possibly know about that. Besides, he appears to be more tired than usual anyway, so…you choose to believe it’s a crazy coincidence. 

You give him a nervous chuckle as you wave yourself off and out of the room with a small “It’s okay, you know where I am if you need anything.”

What he needs is to watch his fucking mouth. What he needs is to stop thinking about how you just reacted to being called that. What he needs is to pretend that none of this is happening and do his goddamn work. 

And he tries. He really does. Unfortunately, his eyes go from blurs of numbers and words on spreadsheets to the window of his office. Just outside of it. You.

How is he supposed to focus after kind of, accidentally, practically fucking you? Sure, he never touched you but…it really was you. The way you reacted to that name was so telling, and he can’t help but actually check you out now. 

You, with that body. You got off to him, with those legs of your spread out while staring into a screen. All alone, listening to his voice, moaning for him…and now you’re just sitting there in your business casual outfit like he’s not unintentionally getting hard. 

So, he avoids you. At all fucking costs, he avoids you. 

You get up from your desk? So does he, making sure that if you start coming his way, he’s walking out and in the opposite direction. You send him an email? Out of office, despite clearly sitting at his desk. You call his phone to ask a question? He forwards you to his current assistant. 

And this happens for days. To the point you know that promotion is slipping from your fingers. 

Naturally, you’re frustrated with the office-dynamic. After all, you’ve heard rumors of picking favorites. You thought you were one of them, but it appears that Sunghoon may just decide to try and beg his current assistant to stay with bribes of double pay. 

You’re more frustrated as the days go by. Leaving work yet again with no good-byes from the boss who used to show appreciation for how hard you worked. He’s colder than usual, he’s stiffer than usual, he’s– a fucking asshole these days.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Ping! 

Sunghoon stares at his secret email in disbelief. 

NEW REQUEST FROM: [your email/username]

$500 PENDING. 

FULL SERVICE.

Requester note: work has been hard lately, will you help me de-stress for a little while? 

[ACCEPT REQUEST]   [DECLINE REQUEST]

Sunghoon hovers over the decline button for a solid thirty seconds as he burns a hole through his screen. Work has been hard for you lately, huh? Has it now? Try being him. 

He shifts his mouse to the accept button, wondering if he even needs that extra five hundred dollars. Those funds just to suffer more at work? Just to suddenly have the need randomly throughout his day to make you moan for him? Just to have the sounds of your pretty voice echoing in his head more and more the longer he ignores you? 

His finger clicks, hitting the accept button as he lets out an exasperated sigh. 

Why did he just do that?

Wait. 

Maybe this will help him get through the work weeks. Fucking you through words alone in secret, never telling you who he is, always letting you use him even if it’s just through audio and visual stimulation. 

After all, if you found out who ServiceKing is, you very well may quit. Hell, you might get him fired. Fuck.

This is dangerous. 

Yet, he feels the excitement in his gut before it even hits his cock as the clock ticks. He gets to hear you again soon, you get to watch him cum again soon, he–oh, he’s so turned on right now just thinking about it.

And the time comes too slowly for his liking. He feels as if he’s been edged by the time the two of you enter the call and he’s immediately turning his camera on. 

“Ah, look who it is,” Sunghoon starts, already positioning himself with a raging hard cock on the screen. “Had me wondering if you’d come back to me.”

You don’t know why your cheeks heat up, but the feeling in your gut is miles better than the frustration and anxiety that you felt throughout the day. 

“I was wondering the same thing,” You speak into the mic meekly, hiding your face despite knowing he can’t see it. “I just need to get my mind off of stuff for a little while.” 

“Oh yeah?” Sunghoon chuckles into the mic, his face perfectly hidden. “Wanna give me some context? Maybe I can use some of the information for–”

“God.” You immediately start, shutting the man up on the other side of the screen in an accidental frustration-dump. This is not what you paid him for, but you still appreciate the space to release your brain before, well, your cum. “My fucking boss.”

Sunghoon’s ears perk up, lazily stroking himself as you continue with a frantic voice. 

“I swear he just flipped on me. I thought I was doing so good, I thought I was gonna get that new position, but now he’s just ignoring me and treating me like some temp or something.” 

Sunghoon hums lowly, listening intently to the way you bring him into conversation to a man that…unfortunately, is that very same boss.

“Hmm, that’s interesting.” Sunghoon continues palming himself as he soothes you through your frustrations. “Your boss isn’t praising you.” 

You pause, feeling a ping in your gut. 

“If I were him, I’d praise you every day–” Sunghoon softens his voice. “Every night.”

“Oh…” You listen to his words, feeling your frustration melt out of you in an instant as you now focus on the way his cock twitches through the screen. 

“Wouldn’t let you go a second without thinking of how good I am to you.” He continues, both hyping himself and degrading his day-time self. “If I were your boss–”

You interrupt his words with a very quiet groan, he fucking heard it.

“Mm, you like that?” He smiles to himself, gripping the base of his cock and thrusting up to show the full size to you. “The thought of your boss liking you a little too much?”

You hum. Not that you’ve ever thought about it too deeply, but now that he’s said it, praising you, putting down your actual boss, telling you what he’d do if he were him? 

You guess, for tonight anyway, you’re into it. 

“What’s his name, babe?” Sunghoon asks, wondering if you’ll actually out his name to a stranger. 

“Park Sunghoon.” You expose him instantly, full name and all, even with a bit of bite in your voice. 

Damn.

“Oh, yeah?” Sunghoon draws back, jerking his hand up once. “I’d fuck you better than Park Sunghoon.” 

You smile at the thought, imagining yourself with more power than Sunghoon has. Like you’re his boss, you’re the one dangling a promotion just out of reach before giving it to someone else. 

“See this?” The man on the screen grunts out to you, fucking tight thrusts into his fist. “Watch me, baby, get a good look.”

And you do watch. Intensely, you stare at his big cock, the head of it darkened and leaking with each pass of his hand. You’re not even touching yourself at this point, but it’s like you can feel the force of it.

“Now, I need you to open those legs for me.” He instructs you. 

You do as he says much like before, letting your legs fall open but not yet letting yourself touch. You still sigh at the movement, your panties alone shifting were enough to make you want to hump your hips up. 

“Now, turn on your camera.”

Silence. Your ears ring momentarily at the words as you immediately close your legs.

“What?” You ask in a higher-pitched tone than usual. “I requested for no c-”

“No.” Sunghoon mutters, shifting his position to lean towards the microphone and whispering now. “You do as I say.” 

He hears you huff at his words, but he hears the shifting around on your end. 

“I want to see that pussy open for me.” He continues in that same low-rumbled voice. “I want to see what Park Sunghoon is missing out on.”

You don’t know what it is about this situation that turns your discomfort into pure, rushing arousal. Never in your life have you ever considered fucking yourself on camera, especially after paying someone else to do it for you, yet– 

“Do I have to show you my face?” You ask quietly, already trying to find a lower-face-mask just to be safe in case you lose your composure and accidentally reveal yourself. 

“No,” Sunghoon assures you through a deep breath. “I already told you what I want to see.”

More silence save for the shuffling he still hears on your end. 

“Open your legs and turn it on.” He encourages you now, keeping his hand still on himself as he waits to see if you’ll actually do it.

And…

Oh fuck.

“There she is.” Sunghoon hums, trying to keep his composure at the way you give him access. Honestly, he didn’t think you would, but you do, and all he can do is lay himself back again, staring straight at the image of you. 

Your face is out of frame much like he is but this is the first time he’s ever seen you with so little clothing on. No bra, thin tank top, no shorts or pants, just panties. It takes everything in him not to moan out at the image. 

After all, it’s confirmed to be you. 

Fuck, that’s you right there. 

“Already so wet too?” Sunghoon groans now, focusing on that spot between your legs, probably so slippery and warm. 

You’re very shy though, not moving much better yet speaking as this faceless man takes in your image. You feel awkward, but still turned on despite squeezing your legs together and hiding that spot from him. 

“Oh, baby–” Sunghoon coos out in a way that makes it seem as though he was endeared by that. “That’s not going to work.”

You’re more focused on your embarrassment than you are on the way his cock leaks and pours pre-cum at the image he’s witnessing. 

“How am I supposed to show you how much better I’d take care of you?” He continues, reverting back to the same role play from before. “I bet that boss of yours wouldn’t want to bury his tongue in you like I would.”

Your legs fall open at the words, and he can see the way you thrust up just slightly. 

“That’s it, you need someone to touch you, don’t you?” He continues, watching you intensely. “Need someone to lick that pretty pussy?”

You nod, once again forgetting that he can’t see you do it before you finally speak.

“Please.”

His moan after hearing you seems far more intense than the first time you did this with him. In fact, he appears entirely focused on you. Role playing in some way but somehow acting more real than last time too. 

“You deserve some love for all that hard work.” He says to you, encouraging you to keep talking for him. “Play with yourself, go on. You need it.”

You follow his instructions on instinct, as if your body truly does need the release. 

“Feel it– not too hard, just graze over your panties.”

Ah, still you listen, holding your breath at each feather-light touch you give to yourself per his request. 

And he watches. Hyper-focused on the way that darkened spot on your panties grows bigger and bigger. So wet for him doing exactly what he wishes he could do for you come tomorrow morning. 

“Your other hand babe, slowly, lift your shirt and–”

He doesn’t even have to keep instructing you. You do exactly as he wanted, lifting your shirt gently before playing with your own nipples, still lightly grazing your fingers over your swollen clit that’s restricted by your panties. 

You moan quietly at the feeling, wishing so much that it doesn’t have to be your hands doing this. 

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Sunghoon hums, now working his palm against his own length, gentle, barely grazing it. “Now, look at me.”

You draw your eyes forward, the image of him already arousing from before, but now? Why is he so much hotter now? As if the screen is nothing but a window into his bedroom. 

“You see how hard I am right now?” You can hear the smile in his voice as you continue to work yourself up to near-sensitivity. “Never been this hard for anyone else.”

Oh, that’s bullshit. He does this as a job. He’s just sweet talking to you for sure. 

“Been thinking about you since the first time you booked me.” He continues, keeping the touches light and making sure you don’t press on yourself too hard either. “Was hard all week for you.”

Okay, yeah, maybe you are a little too into praise. Lie or not, it’s exactly what you need to hear right now. 

“You're gonna be just as good for me tonight too?” Sunghoon hums, tightening his grip. “You’re going to push your panties to the side and show me that you missed me too, right?” 

Yes. The light touching has been nothing but torture at this point, wanting so badly to be told to do more. For yourself, for him. 

You barely recognize how your embarrassment leaves your body when you stretch your panties to the side, letting him see how they stuck to you only to unfold in a glistening mess for him. 

“Messy, messy, messy.” Sunghoon moans, struggling so hard by now not to fuck his fist straight to orgasm. But no, he can’t ruin this moment. 

That’s your pussy, looking so wet and tight, so needy. 

“Gently still, open up for me.” Sunghoon groans lowly, watching so closely the way you spread open your lips for him, the hole pulsing and dribbling so much slick. 

Never in his life has he ever wanted to bury his tongue into someone this badly. Goddamn, he’s nearly obsessed with you at this moment. He loses composure.

“Fuck–” He seethes, feeling his cock twitch wildly against his hand. “I want you so bad.”

Those words feel more real to you than anything else. Virtual sex is one thing but to have a man blatantly moan those words to you as if he means them? As if he has never let it slip for any of his other scheduled calls?

“What’s the name of your boss again?” Sunghoon asks, pretending as if he forgot, just to hear you say it. 

He notes the way your pussy clenches through his words too, as if he can see the confusion not through your expression, but through your arousal alone. Asking you that turned you off.

“What’s his name, baby?” Sunghoon presses, offering an excuse. “I wanna know who it is that gave me this tonight.”

Alluding to the fact that the only reason you’re paying him is because your boss made you feel like you need release in some way. 

“Park-” You start, not wanting to deny his demands. “Sunghoon.”

“Ah, yeah.” Sunghoon holds his breath, closing his eyes briefly just to let that breathy voice sit in his mind before focusing back on you. “Two fingers babe, slide them in.”

God, you listen just as well as you do at work. He should have given you that promotion the day he saw your application. Even without seeing you do as you're told in this situation, he already knew you were going to be getting that interview next week.

He listens to the way your cunt swallows up your fingers, so wet and needy. Swollen around the two digits as you slide them in with a breathy sigh. 

“Spread your fingers, open up.” 

You do, presenting your opened core to him without any shame at this point. Allowing him to look, wanting him to look.

“Now, say–” Sunghoon swallows around a lump in his throat. “Thank you Sunghoon.”

Your pussy pulses around your fingers, recoiling again at the name. 

“Say, Thank you Sunghoon, for all of this stress.” 

He continues, trying to encourage, adding another lie of an excuse just to get you to break. 

“Because, if it weren't for him, I wouldn’t be needing to take care of you like this, now would I?”

In your horny brain, it makes sense.

“Thank you, Sunghoon.” You moan, plunging your fingers into yourself without being told to do so, moaning out for the faceless man on the screen at your break in composure. 

And, well, Sunghoon himself is on fire. After all, you’ve only ever referred to him as Mr.Park, and hearing you practically moan his name in such an intimate way? It does nothing to keep him from spiraling into an even more selfish mindset. 

“Again.” He instructs you, watching the way your legs shake through saying his name. 

“Thank you Sunghoon.” You continue, as if the words are natural despite feeling intense irritation for the man. “Thank you.”

And, well, that very name you’re moaning is now also moaning. That little fake name you gave to him falls from his lips after you say it each time, fucking into his fist and hoping you’re watching, nearly unable to ask you to stick another finger into yourself.

Not needing to ask at all, apparently, because you do it yourself. You even bump your clit up against your wrist too. 

Shit. 

He needs you.

“Thank him for what?” Sunghoon starts to ask, feeling an orgasm approach far too quickly. 

“For making me come to you!” You answer him as if you’re frustrated, hips bouncing up against your hand just to dig your fingers in deeper. 

“What else?” He asks now, forgetting what it is he should not be doing. 

“Hmm?” You answer in a drawn-out moan.

“Thank him for what else?” He repeats first, only to follow up with his own answer. “For giving you a reason to cum.”

“Yes!” You groan, now grinding your hips up and against your palm without relaxing back against the bed. Intentionally chasing as your eyes remain on him, watching him pull and tug so roughly. 

“So fucking pretty” Sunghoon praises as he snaps his hips in time with his moving palm, eyes so tuned into you that– “Fuck–” He moans your name. “So pretty.”

And he didn’t realize it. Half expecting you to moan back for him, he’s still moaning as he watches you halt what you’re doing and cover yourself entirely.

“What did you just call me?” You ask in an out of breath voice. 

Sunghoon repeats your fake name to you, feeling the energy shift in an instant.

“No. You just called me–” You repeat your real name to him. 

“Ah, sorry babe, must’ve gotten tongue tied.”

There’s a rush of anxiety within you as you stare at the screen. There’s….no fucking way. 

Given, you’ve never seen him outside of a suit. The voice you hear doesn’t click in your head as Sunghoon’s either, considering he’s never a man of very many words. 

Instantly, you’re covering your camera with your hand, watching how the man on the screen spreads his legs out and drops his cock. Like he’s waiting, like he’s listening, wondering. Are you making a fool of yourself right now?

Are you misreading? 

He seems calm, and if it really is Sunghoon…surely he’d be disconnecting right now, right?

Why would he even be fucking himself on camera anyway? The guy makes bank! You’re the one who sees his paychecks, after all. Still, there’s a twisting in your gut as you ignore the way you still drip against your sheets. 

Very quietly, just to see, you work up the courage.

“Mr.Park?”

It’s silent for a few seconds as the man on the screen shifts, a blur of movement forcing you into a state of motion-sickness. 

You almost thought he was going to chuckle at you and ask if you were thinking about your boss rather than him. You almost thought he would use that to his advantage. 

You almost thought you were wrong, but– he disconnects. 

A few moments later, you receive an email with a refund of your five hundred dollars. 

And two hours later? Lying in your bed with anxiety in your gut, you get a text from none other than Park Sunghoon.

Mr.Park: Can we talk?

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

there will be a part two!!! but also remember: please do not ask or demand that i write more if you 1.) won't reblog 2.) aren't even following me. anyway:

sunghoon.

that's it. that's the post.

park sunghoon.

TURNS OF PLEASURE

PAIRING : dom!sunghoon x fem!reader x dom!hyunjin

GENRE : smut, oral (m and f receiving), threesome, degradation, double penetration, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (use condoms y'all), usage of nicknames, cursing, fwb relationship, kinda(?) possessive hyunjin and sunghoon.

WC : 2k words

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! i wanted to write a hyunjin sunghoon threesome fic from a long time so here it is! i hope y'all enjoy it. all likes, comments, reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated :3 iloveyou all <3

“was that y/n who just left?” sunghoon asked, eyes big and curious yet trying to act nonchalant about it.

hyunjin looked up at him, water droplets racing down his chiseled torso with only a towel wrapped around his slender waist. he had just come out of the shower.

“oh, yeah. you know her?” he asked, looking at him with a raised brow.

sunghoon did. a little too well in some areas. he wasn't sure what business you had with hyunjin but he was sure to find it out one way or the other.

“i do. what was she here for?”

hyunjin finally got dressed in his sweats, looking up at him, “how? she's usually shy and reserved.” he pointed out as if he knew her the best, completely ignoring his question.

sunghoon scoffed, “that's exactly why i'm confused—what was she doing here with you?” his interrogated. this time, possessiveness on display.

“why do you care? are you like dating her or something?” hyunjin laughed but was curious nevertheless.

“we're fucking.” he deadpanned and hyunjin froze.

“what?” his voice came out high pitched. “but we've been fucking too.” he told him, muttering curses under his breath.

“who knew the quiet kid was this freaky.” sunghoon bit his lip, smirking but also feeling unsettled, he wanted all of you to himself.

“but why would she fuck you when she's got me to do so?” he wondered. “maybe cause i fuck her better than you, hoon.” now it was his turn to smirk, mentally recalling how you moaned his name not even an hour back.

“are you guys exclusive?” sunghoon asked, ignoring his stupid remark, his fist clenched.

“not really but i'd like to have her to myself.” he stated, eyes serious.

“no one asked.” sunghoon shut him up and hyunjin glared at him.

they collectively sighed, trying not to get mad at each other, plopping down on the couch. the two players were being played all this time, innocently at that.

hyunjin broke the silence after a few minutes. “when are you meeting her again?”

“probably tomorrow, why?” he asked, harsher than intended. but hyunjin ignored that.

“i've got an idea.” he grinned evilly.

you were simply scrolling down your instagram feed as the apartment bell rang, indicating that sunghoon, your fuck for the day, was here.

you opened the door to see him leaning against the doorside, looking attractive as ever. his hair parted to the side, making him look even more charming than he usually does.

“sunghoon, hi—” you gasped as he picked you up wordlessly, attaching his soft lips to your neck, kissing it messily. your arms going around his neck as a reflex, resting your hand on his nape to guide him better. your eyes shut down as your head tilted back on its own accord to give him more access.

he kissed the exact same spot which made you weak in knees. in this one month of your friends with benefits setting, sunghoon had memorised you wholly—all spots which made you crazy, each touch which sent a shiver down your spine and even the pace at which you enjoyed sex the most.

he didn't feel the need to fuck other girls, not when you were available for him as he wished and vice versa. the fact that everyone else knew you just as the quiet student made it even better for him, he wanted this side of you to him. it made you insatiable to him, until he realised that hyunjin has been having his own rendezvous with you.

just the mere thought of it made him burn with jealousy. he carried you all the way to your bedroom, throwing you on the bed and climbing up, hunger evident in his sharp eyes.

“sunghoon, are you okay?” you were concerned as he was hastier than usual, his movements still sharp as he went on to suck on your neck, harsh enough to leave a mark. again, something which he had never done before.

your breathing sped up, lips parted to let out sounds that would make your neighbours complain later on. he ignored your question, his hands massaging your breasts through the flimsy material of your tank top. you finally moaned his name, making him smirk and glide his hand down inside your shorts.

he scoffed, “no panties? such a whore for me.”

the insult adding on to your arousal. “

“you don't need these either.” he announced, getting up and taking your shorts off in a swift motion.

“fuck, hmm.” you hummed, feeling his cold hands spread your legs, the air hitting your dripping core making you close them on impulse but his strong hands prevented you from doing so, veins now on display with tight hole he had on your thighs.

“be a good girl and spread your legs” he ordered.

you knew better than to disobey him, so you did what he asked for. he switched his positions, sitting as so your back was pressed against his well built torso. he had removed his t-shirt, making you feel his warmth.

you were a puddle in his hold, his one arm wrapped around your waist while the other rubbed your clit harshly. you whimpered, the stimulation already too high for you.

“that's my slut.” he whispered, biting your ear gently.

your eyes shut down, head leaning on his shoulder with your arched back. his hands never stopped.

“now this is a sight to see.” you snapped open your eyes seeing hyunjin standing in your bedroom, he walked closer, throwing his shirt away and getting on the bed with a smirk.

“hyunjin, ah—” you screamed as sunghoon pinched your hardened nipple. “what's your colour, slut?” he asked.

“fuck. g—green.” you managed to let out as hyunjin got between your legs.

“hoon got you this wet? now let's make you cum, princess.” he wasted no time in licking your wetness and sucking on your pussy, the pace almost agonising, just like he always does it.

that's the difference between sunghoon and hyunjin. the first one being impatient, wanted to consume you as a whole in a go while hyunjin loves to take his sweet time with you. the similarity? they won't let you close your eyes but, instead would stare at you while doing each activity with a gaze so intense it could make you cum right then.

sunghoon put you in a chokehold to prevent you moving around, “you like it, little fuckdoll?” he growled near your ear, his voice deeper than the usual.

you tried to answer but only got a choked moan in reply, making hyunjin smirk against your folds. his tongue worked wonders as your gazed down at him with half lidded eyes. he maintained the contact, lapping your pussy like a starved man. 

his fingers dug into your thighs as he sped up his pace, the pleasure doubled up as sunghoon continued to mutter filthy words in your ear. every touch, every movement eliciting a moan from your mouth.

you grab a fistful of his hair, pulling him closer to where you needed him the most, the tip of his nose brushing your swollen clit sending a wave of shiver down your spine. you felt dizzy, almost reaching your orgasm.

“oh my—faster.” you cried out making sunghoon slap your tits. “heard the whore, hyunjin?” he smirked and that's when hyunjin went harsher on you while sunghoon left wet kisses on your neck. it finally hit you—walls clenching, legs shaking and a loud moan resonating the room. you came all over hyunjin's mouth.

“so needy.” he scoffed, looking at your flushed face. his two fingers collected your mess, bringing it closer to your mouth and you immediately sucked on them. “that's a good girl.” he praised while sunghoon got up and fully undressed himself.

hyunjin doing the same as you kept your eyes fixated on them. two men, perfect in all ways, stood in your bedroom—ready to fuck you.

your breathing was uneven, hyunjin came up and discarded your flimsy tank top as well. “on your fours.” he ordered.

“colour?” sunghoon asked, getting at the back, rubbing his cock on your wet folds. your ass up, looking perfect to be filled up his hand marks. hyunjin on the other side, came closer to your mouth, his hardened dick touched your lips as they waited for your reply.

“green.” you confirmed, still not knowing how they both knew each other or when they even made plan to do this. your mind stopped working as sunghoon pushed himself inside you, his cock filling you up. hyunjin mentally captured your expression, how blissful you looked while taking hoon in.

“put your mouth to good use, hmm?” you nodded and hyunjin yanked your head up, tugging on your locks to handle the pace by himself. you gagged around his length.

sunghoon decided to move, rutting his hips on yours, slapping your ass, painting it a pretty shade of red as the sound resonated your bedroom. you cried, being in a threesome was on your bucket list but the reality was tons better than your imagination.

“y/n. fuck—you're such a perfect whore.” hyunjin moaned, seeing tears running down your eyes, face innocent yet begging for more.

you clenched around sunghoon, yet another orgasm building up as he hit your g-spot with all his power. his thrusts well angled, making you moan around hyunjin, sending a pleasurable shiver down his cock.

sunghoon rubbed your clit, the other hand occasionally slapping your already red ass. just when you were about to cum, they both pulled out looking at you with a smirk.

hyunjin caressed your cheek, seeing how you stared at them with an expression of betrayal for not letting you cum.

“you can take us both in together, right?” hyunjin stated rather than asking.

“of course she can, she's our fuckdoll anyways.” sunghoon added and you nodded, head clouded with the need to get a release. they both nodded as a signal.

sunghoon got under you. capturing your lips in a messy kiss as he lined up his cock on your folds. hyunjin got at the back, kneading your ass as he lined up as well. he slapped your ass once and both of them entered your hole, together. 

you moaned into his mouth, tears freely flowing out of your eyes by now, the stretch being too much for you. so they started of slow, the tightness of your pussy, the feeling of hyunjin's dick over sunghoon's, everything felt overwhelmingly right.

they both picked up pace as you got comfortable in that position. both wanting you fuck you harder than the other and you freely moaned their names, not sure what came out of your mouth anymore.

you clenched around them as they got off to each others dicks sliding in together, the movement being pleasurable.

“gonna fuck you so good.” hyunjin groaned, pushing himself fully into you. all three of you close.

“so fucking pretty when you're stuffed with our cocks.” sunghoon added on, “pretty little fuckdoll will let us fill her with cum, right?”

“y—yes, please fill me up!” you cried, already cumming on their dicks and the sight was heavenly to see, they snapped too.

they cursed, filling you up with their cum and pulling out later. you collapsed on sunghoon's chest, breathing hard and eyes closed, coming down from your state of euphoria.

“you alright, baby?” sunghoon asked. you weakly nodded. hyunjin came and laid down next to you, both the boys holding you close as you relaxed in their embrace.

“how do you two know each other—no what are you doing here together?” you asked once you gained enough air to speak.

they smirked, “sunghoon saw you leave the apartment that day and asked about you.”

“so you fuck me?”

“i didn't see you complaining a few minutes back.” sunghoon laughed. “i remember you mentioning about your wish to have a threesome someday, wish granted, my lady.”

you huffed, a blush spreading your cheeks. they both softly massaged your body.

“i'm glad it's just us you have been fucking.” hyunjin said.

“uh—” you said and their eyes widened.

“who else?” they asked in sync, almost possessive.

“lee jeno.”

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THAT'S RIGHT, HE CAN'T

PAIRING : dom!heeseung x switch!fem!reader x switch!sunghoon

GENRE : smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (be safe y'all), breeding, praise kink, degradation kink, cuffing, jealousy, angsty, angry sex, choking, marking, spanking, heeseung being an asshole, revenge, usage of camera, usage of nicknames, y/n being a needy mess.

SYNOPSIS : you were always curious about your best friend's roommate, park sunghoon, wanting to mess around with the innocent looking guy, however, lee heeseung doesn't appreciate your advances and shows sunghoon how you belong to him. the whole ordeal doesn't sit well with sunghoon, and so, he decides to take revenge for the same.

WC : 3.6k words

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! i'm back with a heehoon fic! i hope y'all like it, all likes, reblogs, comments and asks are highly appreciated!

best friend or a fuck buddy? lee heeseung was both in your case, being there for you when the world got too harsh or fucking your worries away whenever you needed—he mastered at both.

you met him at a fancy party which your parents dragged you to. now what would two 14 year old kids would do at a boring party? they'd prank others. that's exactly what you two bonded over. surprisingly, you found out that he was in the same school as you, more the reason to be friends with him. since then, you've been attached by hip.

now at the ripe age of 20, you both were the 'it' students of your college campus. good grades, stunning looks and the life of every party. you had everything to offer and hence, you were adored by all, except for the 'heeseung fangirls' who swore to make your life miserable for taking away their man but, oh well, they can't do shit.

it was a friday night, meaning—party night. heeseung wore a white button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to show his veiny hand which sported an expensive rolex, three top buttons open to reveal his inviting neck, ripped jeans that did nothing to hide his thick thighs. just as you liked, he had dressed up to tease you and he was winning.

"hello there, doll." he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist. his torso was pressed against your back as he started moving along the beat on the dance floor.

in midst of the sweaty dancing students, your focus was on heeseung and heeseung only. you wanted more than just the lingering touches. you wanted him to fuck you.

"let's leave, shall we?" he asked, kissing the sensitive spot on your neck which he had memorised by heart.

you bit your lip, nodding your head as your mind clouded with the thoughts of heeseung's cock buried deep in your pussy. he dragged you out of the party, straight to his car and drove back to his shared apartment as soon as possible, his hand gripping your thighs, slowly inching down to your wet core the whole journey, teasing you further.

you both were making out by the time you reached his floor. you snuck in a deep breath as heeseung picked you up, opening the apartment door and carrying you all the way to his room. he didn't even spare a glance at his fellow roommate, park sunghoon.

sunghoon stopped typing on his laptop, looking up at you with wide eyes. you looked back at him as heeseung placed kisses all over your neck. he was flushed red seeing the scene unfold in front of him. he was habitual of heeseung bringing girls home but it never flustered him as much as your presence did.

you looked down to see his boner which he tried to hide with a cushion laying near him. amused. you were highly amused seeing how much you affected sunghoon. with one last wink at him, heeseung closed the door to his bedroom, too invested in you to even observe the little staring contest that went down between you and sunghoon.

sunghoon rushed back to his room, closing the door and silently jerking off to your moans—the moans caused by how good heeseung made you feel. hoon wanted it too, he wanted to have you by his own at least once knowing the fact that you and heeseung weren't dating.

he wished that it was him who made you whine and scream with pleasure, him who made you cum instead of lee heeseung. he pathetically screamed out your name as he came hard, his cum covering his hand as his chest rose up and down, breathing rigged and mind full of you.

meanwhile you knew exactly what sunghoon wanted, behind his shy demeanour, he was a needy guy. you came hard thinking of how it would be to have sunghoon fuck you once. the night ended with three of you cumming, but with the thoughts of one another.

𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹

you knew heeseung had his football practice today and hence it was the perfect time to get sunghoon alone for once. you rang the doorbell of heeseung and sunghoon's shared apartment, patting your skirt once to remove the invisible dust from it.

the door swung open to a confused sunghoon in just his sweatpants, not expecting anyone to be home at this time. you mustered up your most innocent face as you looked up at him.

"is heeseung home?" you asked him, already knowing the answer.

he took a second to process your question, realising that you were here for heeseung and not him.

"uhh, he's at his practice right now–" he started but was interrupted mid-way.

"okay! i'll wait for him then!" you exclaimed, already getting inside and making yourself comfortable on the sofa.

you saw him close the door, his back muscles on display. you were captivated, wanting to run your hands all over your body. he turned around, face all flushed as it always was in your presence, he suddenly felt self conscious. his mind filling with sinful thoughts, just as yours.

he rushed to get into his room, wearing the first t-shirt in sight. staring at his refection in the mirror, he could see how nervous he was, just your presence got him wrecked. taking two deep breaths, he came out of his room just to see you softly smiling at him.

again, you were amused to see him shying away as he sat down next to you with his laptop, typing away whatever assignment he had.

"what have you been upto, hoon?" you casually asked, leaning closer to see into the screen.

sunghoon didn't expect you to talk to him, at all, nor did he expect to have you so close to him. your arms were touching, face an inch away from his and your hand on his thigh to support yourself as you looked at the laptop screen.

his breath hitched, he could smell your shampoo with the proximity. close, you were too close to him, he wanted more.

"i've been working on my essay assignment." he spoke in a whisper, trying not to sound broken.

your turned to face him, so close to his face that you both were breathing thee same air. you smiled at him, moving your hand up his thigh.

"you're a good boy, i see." you whispered.

he froze. your praise affected him a great deal. he was growing harder by the second and your hand rubbing his thigh didn't do anything to help it. he felt bare under your gaze despite being fully clothed.

"isn't that right, pretty boy?" you smirked, praising him more.

that was the last straw for him, he couldn't hold back on his sinful noises anymore. you broke him.

"p–please." he choked out, his head now buried in your shoulder.

you let out a victory smile, safely keeping his laptop on the table in front of you. your fingers kneaded in his silky hair, gripping them tight, making him face you as you straddled him.

"please what, baby boy?" he loved every name you called him. you sat down on his hard on, making him bite his lip and arch his back.

"touch me, please." he finally moaned out.

you patted his cheek twice before removing his t-shirt, teasingly running your hand down his muscular torso. he shivered under your touch, specially when you traced his nipples.

his whines grew louder by second, you held his chin, making him look at you. slowly you started moving on his hard on, the clothes restricting the contact. you kissed him as he moaned in your mouth, loving every bit of what was happening.

you weren't sure of his fantasies but his reaction intrigued you. hoon looked perfect. his defined jaw clenched, pretty body on display and beautiful sounds filling the room. flawless, that's how he appeared to be.

and swiftly, both of you were naked as you teased his cock with your wet cunt, not letting him enter you. sunghoon was impatient though, so he held your waist in place, finally sinking you down on his length. both groaning at the stretch and rawness.

"you feel so good." sunghoon groaned near your ear as you took time to accommodate him inside you.

soon enough, you were bouncing on his cock, the sound of your moans filling the whole apartment. hoon was in a bliss, he finally had you in his arms, fucking you without any trace of heeseung.

he was too early to celebrate about the last part though.

just as you both where reaching the climax, the front door swung open to reveal heeseung. he did not expect you to be here, and he most certainly didn't expect to find you and sunghoon fucking behind his back. he was angry. why? you weren't his girlfriend yet his possessiveness showed up. you fucking his roommate, without him knowing and just the thought of his shy roomie making you feel better than him made his skin crawl.

you both stopped, looking at heeseung wide-eyed. you didn't know what to expect from him, but you could see how agitated he was. without thinking much, heeseung dragged you both to his room, practically throwing you on his bed while swiftly getting his handcuffs out, cuffing hoon to the bedpost.

you were breathing hard, seeing him cuff hoon definitely meant that you were going to be punished, and it wouldn't be so nice this time. sunghoon tried to free himself but all his efforts went futile.

"heeseung–" you tried to talk to him.

"shut up." he snapped and you immediately fell silent.

sunghoon watched the exchange with grim eyes. he had done nothing wrong. you had done nothing wrong. who the hell was heeseung to interfere in your business?

"you've been fucking my roommate behind my back i see." he spoke, unbuttoning his shirt.

you immediately shook your head, "no–" yet he cut you off again.

"did i tell you to speak, slut?" he asked, now removing his pants, getting on the bed and hovering over your naked body.

you shook your head, knowing better not to speak anymore. heeseung scoffed, looking at sunghoon.

"let me show you how to fuck her. you could never please her the way i do, sunghoon." he smirked looking at the shocked face of hoon.

your mind was in frenzy as heeseung entered you without any warning, stretching you out. you clenched around his length as he placed wet kisses all over your neck, marking you in more than one place.

"does that feel good, fuck doll?" his degrading words turned you on even more, you moaned louder, forgetting the fact that sunghoon was watching the whole ordeal.

"so good, daddy." the name made heeseung smirk as he started moving at a faster pace. your eyes shut close as you felt him ruin your pussy, his each touch sent shivers down your spine.

sunghoon was had his first clenched so hard that his veins were visible now, all red and angry. just like him.

you knew it was wrong, it wasn't fair to sunghoon but lust took over you. heeseung's touches made you weak to the core, you had no control over yourself anymore, being a moaning mess and loving how harsh he was turned you on further.

each thrust was deep, proving a point, proving that he's better than sunghoon. you mewled his name, toes curled and back arched. it felt like heavenly hell brought down together all for you.

"who's making you feel good, slut?" he demanded.

"heeseung is!" you screamed as your climax starting building up again.

"can sunghoon do this?" he was loud, asking you every question to hurt hoon.

when you didn't reply, he slapped your ass, "i asked you something you dumb slut." he choked you, his big fingers curling around your neck.

you were overwhelmed and not sure of your words anymore, but still managed to let out a few sentences mid-way your sobs.

"he c-can't." you cried out. your face flushed with the activities, eyes teary and red and your hair sprawled messily on the bed.

"that's right, he can't." satisfied, he sent a smirk his way before slamming his dick harder into you, slapping your ass alongside.

sunghoon was scarily angry now, him screaming to open him up, his wrist red with all his tries to break the handcuffs, he failed though.

"i'm so fucking close." you whimpered, scratching his back.

"go on, cum all over my cock, doll." he groaned.

you yet again screamed heeseung's name before cumming all over his dick. your legs trembling and your breathing rigged. heeseung came soon after, filling you up with his cum.

"mine." he claimed.

without sparing hoon any glance, he took you to the bathroom, cleaning you up without saying much.

he came out, unlocked hoon, looking at him without any expressions. they stared at one another for a brief while before sunghoon pushed heeseung away, going back into his room and slamming the door. heeseung only scoffed at this, bringing you back to his room to sleep with you.

with practically no energy left to address this situation, you fell into deep slumber on heeseung's bed.

𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹

you didn't speak to heeseung since then, it had been three days already since the event took place and you were concerned about sunghoon.

you sighed, cursing yourself for even putting him into this situation. heeseung definitely did wrong, he had no right to claim you his, not when you both weren't even dating. you let out a frustrated scream, head in your hands.

a text notification from your phone alerted you.

'unknown number'

hey y/n, it's sunghoon

can you come over rn? it's urgent

you didn't know how he got your number, nor did you question it. you were preoccupied thinking about what could be so urgent that he texted you. you quickly changed into more decent clothes before rushing to his apartment.

the whole journey felt too long when it barely took 10 minutes. you sighed, thinking about how good hoon would've been to you had heeseung not interrupted you both, rudely at that.

you reached the apartment, ringing the bell but no one answered. you furrowed your brows, texting back hoon, informing that you were here. he didn't text back. you tried to open the door to find it unlocked.

you hesitantly stepped inside. before you could register anything, the door slammed shut and you were pinned on the wall. you stared wide eyed at sunghoon who had a sinister smirk on his face.

"hello there, angel." he said, closing your mouth with his finger on your chin.

he looked different, more confident than you've ever seen him be, radiating this charming aura that had been hidden all this time. he was just in his sweatpants, hair parted to the side, exposing his forehead making him look significantly more attractive than his usual self.

"sunghoon–" you started to ask him about this whole ordeal, but were interrupted.

"that's exactly what you'll be screaming the whole night, my name." he was serious, no trace of humour left. what he said was final and he made sure that you knew it.

"right, angel?" he traced your jaw, other hand gripping your waist as he pushed his knee in between your legs, softly applying pressure to your clothed pussy.

you gasped, feeling yourself grow wet at sunghoon's demeanour change.

"yes." you barely whispered. he gripped your chin, lips brushing against each other.

"yes what?" he demanded.

"yes, sunghoon." you answered.

"good girl." he praised, indulging you in a fervent kiss.

you didn't resist him, kissing him back with the same desire. he picked you up, not carrying you to his room, but to heeseung's room, placing you on his bed, the same place where heeseung fucked you.

sunghoon's laptop lay there, with a webcam switched on. you looked at hoon with questioning gaze, breathing hard with the kiss you shared a few seconds back.

"we have to show heeseung how good i am to you right, angel? we have to let him hear you screaming my name, in his bed." he said, anger evident in his tone.

revenge, that's what sunghoon wanted.

you nodded, not opposed to the idea. hoon gave you a small smile, kissing your lips before setting up the camera, video calling heeseung. he didn't even look back before kissing you again, his pretty hands roaming all over your body.

the small noise from the laptop indicated that the call had been connected. heeseung was shocked to say the least, not expecting you and sunghoon making out in his own bed, having him on call at that. he left whatever party he was at, not ending the call, infuriated highly.

on the other hand, you both were too engaged in each other to even listen to heeseung's screams, asking you both to separate this instant.

"do you even need this?" sunghoon asked, before practically ripping off your top, unclasping your bra in a swift move. you were shivering under his intense gaze, so wet making it appear that you were the only desperate one here.

sunghoon kissed your hardened nipples, pinching one and sucking on the other. you moaned his name, loud and clear, begging to be touched more, to be ruined more.

heeseung couldn't think straight, his focus not on the driving but on your moans, which repeated sunghoon's name and not his. yet he kept driving.

sunghoon's tongue worked wonders on your skin, you were so wet. he kissed all over your body, moving down to remove your panties along with your skirt. he stopped for a moment, staring at your naked figure. he bit his lip, thinking of ways to ruin you.

he got down between your legs, his breath on your core sending a shiver down your spine. he licked an experimental strip down your folds. you let out another whine, wanting more. and he continued, licking and sucking your core as your fingers gripped his soft hair, guiding him through it all.

he moaned against your clit, making you arch your back, eyes closed with the overwhelming feeling. he inserted his tongue, earning yet another moan from you. you were close, you could feel a knot building up in your stomach.

"hoon i'm going to–" he got up mid-way, making you whine.

"oh angel, you'll be cumming on my cock." the thought excited you too much.

heeseung was furious, not knowing why he still had the call connected, it was a torture to him, and he was painfully hard even though it wasn't his name that came out of your mouth. he clenched his jaw as he focused on driving.

sunghoon swiftly removed his sweatpants, his length sprang up to his stomach, red and leaking with precum, he spread it and pumped his cock a few times, looking at you.

you were breathing hard, eyes red and watery for all good reasons, you looked like an angel, yet you were barely one.

"please." you whined, wanting him inside you.

"since you asked so nicely." he smirked, entering in you. both of you groaning at the feeling.

the stretch was too pleasurable. he filled you up, bliss spreading him to finally fuck you without a certain lee heeseung disturbing him. he thrusted in you, hitting your g-spot at once making you moan.

"you like that, angel?" he bit his lip, feeling you clench around his length. you nodded, not being able to form words anymore, head a mess with only one name chanting all over, 'park sunghoon'.

he kept one of your leg on his shoulder to get more access and it worked. he was deep inside you, fucking you without any mercy. sunghoon looked stunning, biting his lip in concentration, each thrust deeper than the other, groaning at the feeling.

heeseung parked his car and moved up to his apartment faster than ever, swiftly unlocking the front door, only to find his room locked from inside. he slammed his fist against it but no avail. he could hear each moan clearly, hurting his ego further.

sunghoon let out a laugh in victory, going harder on you knowing that the call was still connected and heeseung was watching.

"can heeseung fuck you this good?" he growled asking.

"n–no." you cried out. head clouded with sunghoon.

"can heeseung make you scream this loud?" he kept on questioning.

"he can't!" you had tears running down your face making hoon moan, he loved seeing you this way.

"that's right, he can't." sunghoon repeated the exact words said by heeseung a few days back, only, it wasn't directed towards him now.

and sunghoon was right, heeseung never made you scream this loud, made you this needy. while sunghoon did.

before you could process anything more, you squirted all over his cock. you had never squirted before. you screamed his name all over again, riding down your high. you looked so hot falling apart on his cock, he came in soon after, marking all over your neck as he emptied inside of you.

a few minutes after those were full of silence, except for heeseung's pleads to open the door which were ignored. sunghoon smiled big, demeanour changing yet again.

he kissed your forehead, "you did so well for me, angel." he praised, making you smile back. he was grateful you didn't oppose his idea of revenge.

he cleaned you up softly, asking if you were okay and apologizing for being too hard on you to which you laughed, "i loved it." you admitted as he applied lotion to your body, softly massaging it.

he wrapped his arms around you, urging you to sleep. "what about heeseung?" you asked.

"he's not coming in." hoon rolled his eyes, still pissed at heeseung.

he assured you that it'll be okay and soon you both drifted off to dreamland, not knowing what the morning held for you.

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BROKEN BOUNDARIES

pairing : dom!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre : smut, mentions of death, killing, guns, gunshots, blood, action, marking, orgasm denial, tattoos, rings, scars, making out, unprotected sex.

wc : 2.3k words

warning : 18+ content, minors dni

A/N : this fic is a continuation of crossing boundaries so kindly read it before reading this one for better understanding :D

next morning, the bed was empty next to you. suddenly a shrill scream was heard from around the corridor, you dressed up, running as fast as you could, your eyes widening at the scene in front of you.

it made you believe that sunghoon, in fact, can go upto any lengths to have you.

you didn't know what to feel. your father was sprawled on the floor, motionless as a bullet rested right in the middle of his forehead, taking his life away forever. the whole scene was in frenzy, your aunts crying, your bodyguards trying to get him to the doctor, the bloody mess on the floor.

but in the midst of this all, you were searching for him. the person who shot your father was nowhere to be seen, as if he had teleported right after killing him. your search was short lived as one of the bodyguard ushered you back into your room, saying how the killer might still be out and you needed to be safe.

you sat down on your bed, trying to process everything you saw in the span of 15 minutes, you couldn't, so you screamed. you screamed into your palms, wondering how did everything change in just a night.

were you angry? yes, your safety was on the verge of destruction. were you sad? no, father was a mere title, you were glad to let him go. were you happy? again, no. after all, your father did give you a sense of safety, it's all gone now.

you went to grab your blade from the bed side table, the same blade which gives you a sense of security, only to see a small paper beneath it. you grabbed it as fast as you could, opening it to see that you were right. it was sunghoon's letter.

training room 5

6:30 pm sharp

bring necessary stuff

running away? was that his plan? if so then he's wrong to think that you can survive on your own with him. sighing, you packed your weapons as well as some clothes in your backpack, thinking of how this is the dumbest yet the most right idea for you. the crying and screaming resounding from outside fading away as you dug deeper into your thoughts.

before you knew it, 6:20 had already struck the clock. you made your way outside for room 5, the last room and the easiest one to use for your escapade.

yet somehow you reached the room without being interrogated by the guards. the room was dim, the small LEDs barely lighting up the room. your watch displayed '6:30' on it.

"hey, doll." a strong hand gripped your waist and the other, your hand before you could attack him. park sunghoon was here, in all his glory, not even bothering to wear a mask to hide himself. his chest pressed against your back, his mouth near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

you turned around to take a full look at him. even in the dim lights, you could see his sharp jawline, a smirk plastered on his face as he bit his lipring, sporting an all black look, his tattoos peaking out, making him look twice as intimidating.

you wordlessly grabbed his hand, dragging him to your bike. you were talking him to your hideout, the one which only you and your father knew about. now that your father was no more, it was only you, making it a safe place for you.

"sit." you ordered as you got in the front, sunghoon laughed, "that's hot." he commented, getting back, holding onto your waist, his hand itching down, making you roll your eyes.

you started the engine, speedily making your way out of the place before someone catches up to you, hoon looked free, the smirk never leaving his face as he had proudly shot your father earlier.

"fuck." you swore, luck wasn't on your side as you saw five of your men following, shooting guns freely at you. hoon turned and tried to aim as precisely as he could, shooting two of the men before you stopped the bike, getting off and shooting the remaining three.

sunghoon stared at you, after last night, your body was all he could think about, how responsive you were to his mere touch. you maintained eye contact with him, breathing hard due to the sudden attack. he came closer to you, not knowing that another man was right behind the tree, as soon as he came out, you shot him, your eyes still on sunghoon.

he kissed you, hard at that. you kissed him back for a moment, grabbing his hair to pull him back in a second, giving him a stern look.

"we have to reach a safe place, you fucking ruined everything hoon." you gritted out, and he poked his fang like canine with his tongue, a habit as you had observed from all these years of being with him. he was annoyed but maintained his composure as you drove him to your hideout, making sure that no one followed you this time.

"what is this place?" he asked as soon as you put on the last lock on the entrance of shield door. "secret hideout." your monotone was harsh, hoon didn't mind though.

you finally turned around to look at him, casually learning against the kitchen marble. you removed your backpack, the clank of the metal in it was the only thing that could be heard in the silent room. sunghoon raised his eyebrow at this.

tracing his jawline, you spoke, "you singlehandedly destroyed our lives, hoon." brushing your lips with his, you could feel the cold metal of his lipring as you continued, "it's a matter of days someone finds us here."

"you don't mind it though." he spoke against your lips, you stepped back, looking at him in disbelief. you scoffed, "what makes you say so?" you challenged, your sharp eyebrow lifted up as a question.

"i called you and, you didn't hesitate to come with me." he simply stated, backing you up as he walked closer. "who are you trying to kid? you want me, y/n, or else you wouldn't have even come to the training room in the first place." your back was flat against the wall as sunghoon's figure hovered above yours.

a scoff left his mouth with your silence, "that's what i thought." was all he said before smashing his lips to yours, his hand making it's way to your ass, pushing you closer to his hardening member. you tugged on his hair, making him groan into your mouth.

he tapped you thigh twice, to make you jump. he caught you in his arms, backing you up against the wall. you could feel his member against your clothed clit as he kept on pushing himself into you.

"fuck, sunghoon." you gasped as he broke the kiss, his mouth going down your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses and biting you hard enough to leave marks by tomorrow.

you swiftly removed your top, leaving you in your bra. the metal of his lipring made you shiver as he marked your breasts as much as he could. your moans resonated the empty hideout as sunghoon carried you towards the bedroom area, throwing you on the mattress. he joined not even a second after, hovering above your figure.

his ring decorated fingers making their way inside your ripped jeans, right at your slicked pussy, rubbing it. he looked at your already fucked up expression and begging whimpers, scoffing at you.

"look at you whimpering when i barely even touched you." he inserted a finger in you, your back arched at the feeling. another finger was added soon after, stretching you out. the restrain of your jeans was too much for him, so he swiftly removed it along with your underwear, throwing it somewhere in the process.

"feels good right?" he fastened his pace, urging you to be more vocal for him. you nodded as best as you could muster with his ongoing 'caring' of your hole. soon enough, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach, building up your climax.

just as you were about to reach your high, sunghoon stopped. he made you sit on his hard member, your juices dripping on it as you both moaned.

"work for it." sunghoon commanded. you slowly started moving on his cock, tempted to have him inside of you but restraining yourself to get your orgasm fast. hoon bit his lipring again, his hands on your ass making you move faster.

"oh fuck, don't stop." his voice got deeper just like the atmosphere of the room. the empty hideout now filled with the mist of sex and moans. you hold on to his broad shoulders for support, marking his tattoo with your name on it, stipulating that you've claimed it now.

the temptation of your wetness on him was more than he could handle, and with one swift move, he pushed himself inside you.

"move." he groaned as you clenched around his thickness, slowly adjusting to him and moving around. once you got comfortable, your pace increased. his hips jerked to meet yours, making him hit your good spot.

your hot breath on his neck as he continued to move in harmony. sunghoon was strong, all these years of training had paid off, his grip on your ass was enough to tell the same. you felt the familiar knot building up again, hoon felt the same.

he swiftly turned you over so that your ass was in the air, your head buried in the pillow below. he wasted no time getting into you again, ramming his length as your walls clenched uncontrollably around him, your release close.

"please let me cum." your voice came out muffled due to the pillow yet he understood. "cum for me baby." he pushed himself deep inside of you, grunting near the shell of your ear, his lips merely touching it.

you came all over his cock, your thigh shaking with the release. two more deep thrusts were all it took for hoon to get his release, pumping himself and spilling his seeds all over your bare back.

you both stopped, your breathing the only thing to be heard in the room. sunghoon laid down next to you, grabbing your waist and kissing you deeply. this particular one filled with emotion, portraying that he won't ever let you go.

his eyes shone with glimmer, the kind you'd never see on any mafia related person, unless they're deeply in love. it was clear in sunghoon's eyes though. he bit his lipring before caressing your cheek as you sighed with content.

"did i tell you that you're beautiful?" he suddenly more or less stated. making you scoff in amusement.

"don't get all lovey with me now, park." you grabbed his hair on the nape, titling his face to peck him teasingly.

"okay." and he was hovering above you again, laughing at your wide eyes before entering you again. fucking you through the night.

after a few more rounds, you were tired with all that went down the past two days, sleep came easily to you. sunghoon stared at you.

you, by all means, weren't pure. but sunghoon begs to differ, the way your hair is sprawled beautifully, your breathing steady and your cheeks flushed, makes you look ethereal in more ways than hoon can list.

with one last kiss on your forehead, different from his usual hard aura, he slept. his hands securely locked around your sleeping figure.

sunghoon wasn't next to you when you woke up. washing up the remains of yesterday's activities, you got dressed up in the spare clothes you brought before going out of the room to find him.

you found him in the kitchen, shirtless of course. all his tattoos in display, as if calling you out to trace them. he looked at you, fully dressed in black. he raised his brow, silently questioning you.

"we have to leave this city, they'll find us here soon." you rushed out knowing that one or the other way, they'll come to this place. sunghoon nodded, coming closer to kiss you in the process.

last night was everything he ever wanted and more, and that's just the start of your chasing lives now. you broke the kiss, still close as his lipring was in between your teeth. and how he loved it when you did that.

however, the moment was short-lived, a loud bang resonated the whole hideout, separating you both. sunghoon quickly grabbed the gun from you, his one finger on his lip, indicating you to keep quiet. the footsteps weren't too heavy, it was single person, not a gang which make you calm down for a bit.

still looking at you, hoon stretched his arm backwards, towards the entrance of the kitchen, with the gun. a shot was heard as soon as the footsteps neared the door, soon followed by a thud of the body falling down, bullet in their head. your eyes widened at the face.

"hee–" you were stopped mid-way, sunghoon smirked at you.

"is gone. now get ready baby, we have to run." he spoke with all the enthusiasm in this world. you shook your head and looked at him, a smirk forming on your face eventually.

you both weren't sure how much time you have left, but you'd give your all just to spend it with each other. if that means killing the others? then be it. sunghoon took your hands in his once you both were ready and went out, running from this place to find one for your own.

your hand never left his throughout the journey, and he ensured that it never leaves until his last breath.

© jaylaxies

CROSSING BOUNDARIES

PAIRING : dom!hoon x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, possessive sunghoon, unprotected sex, mentions of blade and scars, spanking, choking, tied hands, overstimulation, fingering, degradation, killing.

WC : 1.8k words

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni

A/N : read part two here – broken boundaries

"no fucking way." you practically growled at the man in front of you, your father to be more precise. jaw clenched at the insanity of the situation.

"you do not have a say in this matter." your father concluded as a matter of factly. not wanting to stay around him for even a second more, you leave his office but not before flipping him off.

being born as the daughter of a mafia man was a life you had gotten accustomed to by now. being the only heiress to his seat, everyone expected you to be to be the perfect assassin. you grew numb to the point you were almost emotionless to anything and everything, everything with the exception of two people, namely, your father and his right hand man.

ever since you were a kid, you had to follow the instructions given by your father, but fixing your marriage to the heir of lee mafia, lee heeseung, wasn't something you expected him to do, "it's for our own benefit." he had stated.

you went straight to your bathroom and splashed water on your face, taking deep breaths to calm down your racing heart. after a while, you exited the bathroom, just to see sunghoon standing in the middle of your bedroom.

park sunghoon, your father's right hand man. everyone envied him for getting such a high position while being so young. he had always proved to be loyal to your father. not only he was smart and skilled, but also good looking. you despised him to say the least, you had always been compared to him as to how he had everything you lacked and more. just the thought of him made your blood boil.

he made sure to always do better than you. moreover, he'd smirk at you whilst making snarky comments just to rile your anger even further. in fact, that's what he's sporting right now, a smirk as his teeth played with his lip ring.

"fuck off, sunghoon." you dismissed him right away, well knowing that he's here to taunt your arranged marriage which your father had dearly set up. his laughter bloomed the room causing you to roll your eyes.

"oh come on doll, let me congratulate you first, yeah?" amusement pooled his eyes as he saw you roll yours. truth being told, he loved pissing you off, mainly because he found your angry self really hot. getting closer to you, he bit his lips as he trapped you against the wall, your face scowled up in annoyance.

"you're crossing your boundaries, park." you warned him simply, yet he leaned in so that his lips hovered over yours.

"am i now?" he questioned, and within a second, you were thrown on your bed, sunghoon pinned you down as you struggled against his hold. for a second, your gaze flickered towards his lipring, this didn't go unnoticed by him.

"being disloyal already? who knew how much of a whore you can be." he scoffed, you weren't ready to take his bullshit in though. without much of a warning, you flipped him over, taking your pocket blade out and positioning it on his tattoed neck. the blade just barely grazing his skin.

"do you know that the last person who talked to me like that ended up at the bottom of the river? guess it's your turn now." you smirked, pressing him into the mattress even further. yet again, distraction came easily to you, it always did when sunghoon was near. this time it was his tattoo, which you never saw this clear before, it was minute between all the larger ones surrounding it. in fact, you wouldn't have even noticed it had you not been this close.

sunghoon saw your lingering stare with the lack of hold, seeing this opportunity, he grabbed the blade and threw it to the farthest corner of the room.

"what is this about?" you breathed out a question, seeing your name written near his clavicle, so small as if it wasn't even there. you grazed your thumb softly over it.

sunghoon shivered under your touch but gained energy to flip you over nevertheless. putting all his weight on you, his lips faintly touching yours as you both breathed the same air.

"you really are dumb." he chuckled before capturing your lips in a kiss, a kiss that was due since the past seven years, all the time that he had been in love with you, yet never acted upon it. you returned the kiss, making it go deeper and more rushed than what sunghoon had initially started. the cool metal of his ring made you shiver into the kiss.

you were frustrated, making out with a man whom you'll never get to be with, yet somehow, it felt right. you groaned, your hips jerking forward to meet his hard on. he looked into your eyes and you nodded, you needed this.

"fuck." was all he said before removing his plain black t-shirt, his scars from the past missions and tattoos full on display, he wasted no time in kissing you again, his hands roaming all over your body. you traced his scars as his fang like canines bit and sucked on your neck, it was sure to leave marks by the next day.

his anger was evident with the rush, you were being promised to someone else, how could he accept that? growling, he tore off your tank top, unclasping your bra along with it. you gasped at his neediness, whining as he licked and swirled around with your erected nipples. his hand went down to rub you through your jeans, making you moan with pleasure. more, you wanted more.

"remove it." you croaked, and in a moment, you were bare naked in front of him. hastily, you got up to undo his belt, removing his jeans and boxers all together. his thick cock leaking with precum. he gathered the wetness from your dripping core using two of his digits and sucked on them, kissing you right after.

you arched your back as his fingers entered inside of you, stretching you out. moans filled the room as sunghoon gripped your neck.

removing his finger, he pushed himself into you without any warning. he stopped to watch your reaction : eyes closed, lips parted and rigged breathing. he smirked, tying your hands with his discarded t-shirt and holding them above your head.

"fuck, sunghoon." you screamed out as he grabbed your ass, mercilessly pounding into you. sliding your fingers between his soft hair, you start rolling your hips to get more friction.

"you like this, don't you?" sunghoon tightened the hold on your neck, a broken sob escaped your mouth. "bet that fucker won't be able to make you scream like this." the bed was shaking, you were trembling, your feet curled up with the feeling.

"yeah, it feels so good–" you dragged out as he put one of your leg on his shoulder, his thrusting getting deeper as it hit your sensitive spot, your moans getting lewd by second. you looked up to see sunghoon as he bit his lipring with concentration, his sweat trailing down his well defined jaw, making him look even more hot than he usually does.

"fuck." he kept on muttering, observing your tied up hands and fucked up fucked up expression, his dick twitched inside of you, his high seeming closer than ever.

"i'm going to cum." tears stained your cheeks as you came all over his cock, letting out a shaky breath. he moaned out your name as he spilled his seed into you.

sunghoon flipped you over, making you understand that he wasn't done yet. with your ass in the air, he ruthlessly pounded into you as his hand digged into your waist, strong enough to leave marks.

"i. fucking. hate. your. father." sunghoon had never once insulted him, yet here we are now. you were crying, the overstimulation heightening up as he rubbed your clit.

"you are my property, you get it slut?" he growled into your ear and you managed to get out a weak 'yes' as an answer, knowing very well that you cannot go against your father, yet sunghoon made it worth it.

"i won't let that asshole have you." he declared, ramming into you with all his might, so strong that you saw stars, "hoon–" you sobbed out as you came for the second time, yet he didn't stop and slapped your ass, painting them a beautiful shade of red.

"louder, let everyone know who's making you feel good." he demanded, your voice booming in the room. "fuck, i hate you." he said before cumming in you again. his words being the literal opposite of his feelings.

he freed your hands, softly caressing them with a sigh. "i'm sorry, doll." he apologized and looked into your eyes for any sign of discomfort, he didn't find any. you tried to smile at him, too tired to do anything but he got the memo.

"how long?" you asked, gazing at the tattoo.

"five years." he paused, "i got it five years back, it's shocking how no one noticed it" he pitifully laughed, knowing that you weren't even his to begin with.

"oh." was all you could say. it was a given that sunghoon liked you, it scared you to the core when you find out that you did too. you realised it the moment he kissed you and kissed him back instead of pushing him away.

"this is pathetic, fuck." he said, bringing you closer to him, "run away with me." he desperately said.

"we won't survive a day out there hoon." you were right, the moment you leave your gang is the moment your enemy kills you. they're out for blood.

sunghoon cursed, biting his lipring yet again.

you sighed, "we can't go against him" you pointed out, mentioning your father in the process.

he smirked, his tongue poking his fangs. sunghoon would, a hundred percent, go against your father if it meant that he gets to have you with him. the look in his eyes was the same as the one he had on the day he killed an innocent guy for talking to you at the bar, the same look he had when the enemy gang had slashed your hand, causing you to stay at rest for a week, he had killed all of them by the next two days.

you saw right through it, your eyes widening in the process, before you could say anything, he silenced you by kissing you roughly.

"round two?" his eyes glimmered as he asked, you being needy, nodded for more. he made you cum thrice more.

next morning, the bed was empty next to you. suddenly a shrill scream was heard from around the corridor, you dressed up, running as fast as you could, your eyes widening at the scene in front of you.

it made you believe that sunghoon, in fact, can go upto any lengths to have you.

© jaylaxies

i need tattoo artist jungwon and reader is his client, also his ex-girlfriend

「notes」 : thank you, anon, for blessing my inbox with this beautiful request because it left me thinking of tatted jungwon for days 😵‍💫

Inked Hearts | Y.JW

「paring」 : tattoartist!exbf!jungwon x fem!reader 「word count」 : 4.9k

「synopsis」 : it has been a few months since you and jungwon had a huge fight resulting in you breaking up; though things ended poorly, you still craved his touch. then you realize that you still have a tattoo appointment with him, dreading it. you just decide to push his buttons, not fully expecting it to end with you bending over the bed.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : cussing, biting/marking, fingering, begging, choking, slight hair pulling, size kink, dom!jungwon x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), orgasm denial, edging, slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, manhandling, petnames (babydoll, baby...), the reader is a brat, clit play, teasing, rough sex, both the reader and jungwon are kinda toxic, public(ish) sex, bulge kink, lmk if I missed anything!

It had been almost a month and a half since you and Jungwon had broken up over a petty little argument that some jealous girl in the club started. All because she couldn’t get Jungwon to budge when hitting on him. So what does she do? She spills her drink all over your outfit, then gets one of her guy friends to ‘help’ clean it up. All while making sure Jungwon was watching the whole time, this guy not so discreetly put his hands all over your chest.

The whole thing resulted in Jungwon yanking you away from Mr. Handsey and blowing up right outside of the club. He didn’t give you even a chance to explain what had happened, which only pissed you off. So you ended up yelling right back at him, embarrassed and hurt that he didn’t even bother giving you a chance to explain then goes and starts shouting hurtful things right outside where prying ears could easily hear.

It was safe to say that you never returned to your shared apartment that night, or any night, really. You only showed up when he wasn’t home to gather the things you’d need to crash at a friend's house until further notice.

Everyone told you that it would all blow over, and you would be able to talk it out with him. However, you knew he was too stubborn and your pride too large for either of you to step up and apologize first. This brings you to your current situation, staying with friends and working part-time at the very club that started this whole mess.

You didn’t really want to be working in the same place that ended your four-year-long relationship, but it’s not like you had much of a choice. It helped pay bills and kept you from going hungry. Though you can’t say, you valued your job enough to not jump over the counter every time you saw the little wench that ruined everything. The only thing holding you back was sitting behind bars until someone could come and bail you out. If they did.

Jungwon was still a sore spot for you, especially when you would drive by his tattoo shop. The very shop where he gave you your very first tattoo. The same shop that you were sure he had you bent over or on top of about every surface he could. Fucking you so good you saw stars and leaving your legs shaking. It brought back memories you wished you could relive, but then you remembered everything, and you’d be damned if you were going to be the first to apologize. 

But you never received a call nor a text of any kind from him, sure that he had blocked you. Thus leading you to believe that everything was actually over and you’d never see him again.

Or so you thought…

“Son of a fucking bitch!” You exclaimed, nearly flinging yourself off of your bed, phone clutched tightly in your hand.

“Y/n language!” your current roommate, Karina, shouted from down the hall. Rolling your eyes, you threw your phone on the bed and stood on your feet. Not even two seconds later, Karina was peeking into your room, fixing her septum. “What happened, though? Anything juicy?”

You couldn’t help but give her a deadpan stare, you loved her, but her incessant need for any gossip was one thing that damn near drove you up a wall.

However, you just let it slide this time because you needed someone to rant to. “I fucking forgot that I had a tattoo appointment with Jungwon today.” You groaned, flinging yourself backward onto your bed while Karina stifled a laugh.

“Damn, babe, looks like the world is really against you.” She smirked at you, her eyes scanning your face catching the conflicted emotions that swirled in your eyes. 

Karina would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy seeing you like this; it was a taste of your own medicine, really. You were one of her closest friends, but anyone with a pair of eyes could tell that you sucked at communication and then blamed it on the other person. Was she rooting for you and Jungwon to get back together? Definitely. Was she also rooting for the possibility that Jungwon or someone would do something about the attitude you’ve had? Fuck yes. 

“Are you still going to go?” Karina asked as she looked down at her nails, making a mental note to repolish them when she had the chance.

With a sigh, you brought your hand to your forehead, rubbing the crease between your eyebrows. “I’m gonna have to. Jungwon is the only one that I know that can ace this design.” Groaning you slapped the palm of your hand against your forehead, “fuck it, I’m going, worst comes to worst I’ll just let Jay do it.”

Karina hummed, looking up at you through her lashes, watching as you hastily searched your wardrobe for a suitable outfit. She had to bite back a smirk when you pulled out a black lace bra and matching underwear. As much as you say you’re dreading running into your ex, your actions tell a whole other story.

You made it to the tattoo studio well before your appointment was meant to start; you’d rather be super early than late. 

Walking inside, you were greeted by the receptionist you’ve known since Jungwon hired her a year or so ago. Her lips were covered in a huge smile, showcasing her smiley piercing.

“Y/n, oh my god, it’s been forever! How have you been?” Belle greeted you as she stood from her seat, rushing over to engulf you in a hug.

“Hey Belle, I’ve been okay.” You patted her back softly before she moved away, her eyes shining brightly, “is Jungwon here?”

Belle’s eyebrows scrunched together, confused about your usage of Jungwon’s full name. She hadn’t been aware of the breakup, thinking that you had your own personal matters to attend to, which is why she hadn’t seen you.

“He went out to grab a few things, should be back soon.” The new voice caused your head to turn, catching sight of the tall, dark-haired male standing in the doorway, the light reflecting off of his eyebrow and lip rings. “How have you been holding up pipsqueak?” 

“Oh, you know, another day in paradise.” You shrugged, and Jay chuckled at the sarcasm dripping from your words, “And what have I said about that damn nickname?”

“And I’ve told you countless times to get used to it; it’s not goin’ anywhere.” He shrugged with a smirk, causing you to glare at him. “I’m surprised Won didn’t cancel the whole appointment; he’s been huffing and puffing about it all week.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “of course he has.” 

Jay laughed at the sour expression that had taken over your features, knowing that you weren’t much different from Jungwon with the whole ‘being the bigger person’ bit. Even if the two of you were locked in a room, he doubted you’d apologize to each other—at least not verbally.

Which is why Jay took it upon himself to clear out the studio as soon as you were back in Jungwon’s room. Giving you two the chance to ‘talk’ it out and saving everyone in the studio from the trauma of hearing it all happen. However, he needed something that he knew you’d use that would essentially set Jungwon off.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I’m free if you’d rather me do your tattoo,” he suggested, and he could see the hope gleam in your eyes. Too bad it was just a front. There was no way in hell that Jungwon would let anyone else do your tattoo, especially another guy, not with where it was placed.

“If he gives me too much hell, I might just take you up on that offer.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly pushing your breast up.

The sound of the bell above the door caused him to avert his gaze, already knowing who had just walked in.

Jungwon walks in, and his eyes instantly fall on you before flickering over to Jay, who had been in mid-conversation with you. His face sours at the sight of you just standing there, more so when he notices the thin shirt you are wearing, as well as the skirt that sits just barely below your ass. Noticing his presence, you look over before rolling your eyes at the glare that harbored his face, already growing annoyed with his face.

You turn away, opening your mouth to talk to Jay once more. However, you are cut short when Jungwon walks in front of you, setting things down on the reception desk.

“Is your memory that bad that you forgot where my room was, or were you just waiting for an escort?” His tone was snarky as his eyes flickered over to you, eyebrow quirked up. He couldn’t help but smirk at the annoyed expression that painted your face beautifully. If there was one thing he loved almost just as much as fucking you, it was getting under your skin, riling you up.

“I do not ne-” “Hey Belle, put these in the back for me, will ya?” Jungwon just cut you off leaving you standing there looking at him with a flabbergasted look, jaw clenched tightly. 

Jay stood off to the side, watching with an amused gleam in his eyes. If he wasn’t sure, then he’s definitely sure now. It wasn’t just any normal tension between the two of you. No, it was just straight sexual tension. He then looked over at Heeseung, who had just looked up from his phone, motioning towards the door. The purple-haired male nodded before motioning to the others discreetly.

“Come on, Dory, let me show you the way since you obviously don’t remember.” Jungwon’s words struck a cord, and it took everything in you not to blow up. Your dark eyes watched Jungwon’s back as he walked into the main room, taking a deep breath deciding that he wasn’t worth the humiliation. So you waved softly at Jay before following after your ex-boyfriend.

Walking into Jungwon’s room, you could easily tell that he was annoyed, especially when he shut the door with such force that it shook the walls a bit. Rolling your eyes once more, you walked over to the counter, leaning back on it.

“You know, if you’re so pissed about doing my tattoo, I’m sure Jay would love to do it for me.” You bit back a smirk as his jaw tightened, the veins in his neck starting to pop out. A sense of pride filled your chest, knowing that you were slowly getting under his skin.

“Shut up and take your shirt off.” He hissed through gritted teeth, turning his body to face you. His eyes bore into you, making a chill go down your spine. The same stare that he would give you moments before he pinned you to the next surface and ‘taught’ you a lesson. Normally you would have thought that it would disgust you after everything, but no. It left your body burning, sure that your panties were already getting soaked.

However, you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of winning. No, he was going to have to make you.

“You know that’s not how you would talk to a client, plus the least you could do is turn around.” You sassed him, crossing your arms over your chest once more, a smirk spreading across your glossed lips.

It took Jungwon two seconds flat to move in front of you, hands against the counter, caging your body in. His warm breath fanned your face as he inched closer. Your heart lept in your chest at the sudden proximity, and your stomach did flips as his scent filled your senses.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you in less. Take it off before I tear it off.” He growled, the sound sending a wave of heat right to your core.

Keeping your composure, you stood straight, brushing your nose right against his, finger poking his chest. “Last time I checked, you said you didn’t want to see my tainted goods.”

In the blink of an eye, Jungwon had his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to elicit a whimper from you.

“The only thing ‘tainted’ about you is that damn attitude.” His voice was low as he pulled you closer to him, his lips ghosting over yours. Your eyes stared up at him, pupils blown wide, and Jungwon wasn’t stupid; he knew you were doing this to get a rise out of him. A smirk then spread across his lips, sending a shiver throughout your body, “how about you listen and lose it, or…” he closed the gap between your bodies. Your heart lurched when you felt his bulge against your stomach. “Am I gonna have to fuck it out of you like old times?” The sinister gleam in his eyes was enough to tell you what the answer was.

“Won…” You breathed out, voice hoarse from his hold. Your body was becoming uncomfortably hot, and the ache between your legs only grew as the seconds passed.

Jungwon chuckled, “Oh, so it’s Won now? Not Jungwon or asshole?” His fingers tightened a bit more, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. Then his smirk faded, and his eyes darkened, “On the bed, give me any more attitude, and you won’t be cumming, babydoll.” His grip then fell from your throat, allowing you to breathe properly.

You bit your tongue to suppress the smirk on your lips as you walked over to the bed, climbing on top. Laying back on your elbows, your legs parted just enough to give him a peek at your black underwear. 

“Are you sure you can restrain yourself? I mean, it has been a while.” Your lips quirked up as you stretched your foot out, brushing over his growing erection. Amusement gleamed in your eyes as his jaw tightened, his eyes darkening even more.

Jungwon grabbed your ankle, pulling it to his side before slotting himself between your legs. Your breath hitched in your throat as he grabbed your hip, pulling your body flush against his. Your body shivered at his touch, goosebumps littering your skin, and the arousal pooling in your panties grew even more.

“Missed my touch that much, huh?” That cocky smirk found its way back onto his lips, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, right.” You huffed, staring up at him, but Jungwon wasn’t stupid. He knew your body like the back of his hand—every little thing that made you tick, all the places that would have you like putty in his hands. He knew that you were craving him just by the look in your eyes when you walked in.

“Really?” He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours, eyes boring into yours. “Because your body is telling me otherwise.” His fingers found your clothed core, pressing down, feeling your slick soak through. Your jaw clenched shut trying to keep from letting any noises out, you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“How do you know it’s for you? I mean, Jay does loo-” Before you could even finish your sentence, Jungwon had his ring-clad fingers wrapped around your throat. Squeezing hard enough to elicit a squeak from your lips, eyes staring up at him with a glare.

“Finish that sentence, I dare you.” He growled, his eyes challenging you and normally you would have just kept your mouth shut, but right now? You wanted to push his buttons until he snapped, that little voice in the back of your head telling you that you didn’t have to obey him.

He wasn’t your boyfriend anymore, after all.

Your lips curled into a smirk, eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips for a split second. “I was saying that Jay looks more than capable to fuck me stupid.”

Then, just like that switch flipped in Jungwon’s brain, his eyes darkened with a rage you’ve never seen before. His hand around your neck released its grip before he leaned back far enough to strip himself of his jacket, revealing his inked skin. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, hands itching to touch him. However, before your hands made contact with his skin, he had your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head.

Jungwon’s dick twitched in his pants as he took in how small your hands were in comparison to his. Really just how much smaller you were compared to him altogether. He loved it, loved how easy it was for him to trap you in place. Loved how easy he could maneuver your body to whatever position he wanted. He then realized just how much he missed having you pinned underneath him.

“Babydoll, we both know that no one can fuck you stupid like I can.” He chastised you before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your jaw. Your body squirmed under his, the heat making you feel lightheaded. The need for some kind of friction was almost overbearing.

Jungwon relished in the way your hips were moving against his, listening to the soft sounds that left your lips. His free hand then moved from your hip, finding your clothed clit, and pressing down harshly.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your nerves shooting shockwaves throughout your entire body. His hands were rough on your body, sending your mind reeling. “Won, wait- shit, please be gentle.” You whined out as his pace picked up, making your body jolt. Tears are already pricking at the corner of your eyes.

Jungwon chuckled darkly before he bit down on the junction of your neck, “You want gentle? Wrong fucking address.” he growled before moving your underwear to the side, sliding a finger into your tight hole with ease.

Your mouth fell agape as soundless moans fell from your lips, and your body shivered. It had been far too long since you’ve experienced anything like this, and it was turning your brain to mush.

“Look at you, I’ve barely done anything, and you’re already about to cum.” He berated you as he slipped another finger into your soaping cunt.

“Jungwon!” You cried out, nails digging into the palm of your hand. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and the knot in your stomach tightened unimaginably as his fingers brushed against your sweet spot.

Your eyes rolled back, legs twitching on either side of his hips as his fingers coaxed your climax closer. Jungwon smirked against your skin, knowing you were close to the way you were squeezing his fingers like a vice. Your moans of his name were music to his ears, though what he wanted was for your ability to make coherent sentences completely useless.

Just as your high was about to crash over you, Jungwon pulled his soaked fingers from your pulsating pussy, making a loud whine fall from your parted lips.

“Fuck! You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” You cried out, meeting his eyes as he pulled away from your neck.

“You didn’t think I’d let you cum that easy, did you?” He smirked, keeping his eyes on yours as he stuck his drenched digits in his mouth. You whined, wiggling under his grip as frustration bubbled up in your chest. “Be a good girl and beg, then I might let you cum.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, eyes glaring up at him. “In your dreams, pretty boy.” You spit out, jaw clenched tightly. Eyes watched as he just shook his head, a sinister smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be begging for me by the time I’m through with you.” His fingers then slipped back into your slick cunt, his pace relentless. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep your noise down while he worked his slender fingers into you.

The pattern continued for what felt like hours. Jungwon would work you close to your climax before ripping it away. Tears were spilling from your eyes, smearing your makeup from the frustration of not being able to cum.

You had lost count of how many times he’d denied you, but you knew that you could only handle so much more. The underwear you had been wearing had been tossed off in the room somewhere, leaving your arousal to pool on the bed beneath you.

The skin of your neck and chest had been painted in deep red and purple blotches as well as bite marks. Your pupils were blown wide as you stared up at him. Your walls clenched around his fingers once again as another orgasm built up in your gut.

“Won-” You were cut off by a choked moan as he denied you yet another orgasm; sobs racked your lungs as you wiggled under his hold. 

“Awww, is my poor baby getting frustrated?” He smirked, eyes studying your expressions as he slid his fingers back into your puffy cunt. His pace was quick, making sure he added extra pressure to your sweet spot, knowing that you would fold sooner rather than later.

As another orgasm built up, your eyes rolled back, and your will was slowly diminishing. Your chest was tight as you anticipated him to stop once again.

And he did.

You cried out, pleading with him with your eyes, but he wanted to hear you. You knew that you were going to have to swallow your pride if you were going to get what you wanted.

A gasp fell from your lips as he pressed against your clit, moving in tight circles. Your head fell back as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

“Won- fuck, please don’t stop. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You panted, eyes meeting his darker ones.

He leaned down, kissing the corner of your lips before trailing to your ear as he sunk his fingers back into you. "See, that wasn’t so hard, was it, baby?”

Pleas and whines fell from your lips as he continued to work into your core, tears blurring your vision. Hoping that he wouldn’t stop this time, that he would actually give you what you wanted.

But just like before he pulled away just as it was about to crash over you.

Before you could even whine about it, he let go of your hands, pulling your body off of the bed, flipping you over before bending you over. A choked moan fell from your lips when he landed a harsh smack on your ass before rubbing the red spot.

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you cum babydoll.” He smirked, hands tracing up your thighs and under the skirt you were still wearing. His thumb pressed against your slit, watching as you clenched around it.

“Wonnie, please fuck me already.” You whined head turned to look back at him. Eyes glazed over with lust, the only thing on your mind was having him fucking you so good that you saw stars.

He unzipped his pants before tugging them down, letting his dick spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight, hips subconsciously wiggling in anticipation. He chuckled darkly before pumping himself a few times, then grabbing your hip in his other hand. He teased your entrance with his tip until you were a whining, begging mess.

“Well, if you want it so bad, then you better start taking it.” Without another word, he bottomed out in one go, causing a pitiful squeak to leave your lips.

“W-Won-” Your words caught in your throat as he started thrusting into you at a bruising pace, not giving you a chance to adjust. His hand gripped your hips so tightly that you were sure there would be bruises by the next day.

Another choke moan spilled from your lips as one of his hands snaked around your waist, fingers finding your sensitive clit. He circled the bundle of nerves harshly in time with his thrust causing your body to jolt and a cry to fall from your lips.

You buried your face into the hard cushions of the bed, hoping to muffle some of your noises, suddenly becoming acutely aware of where you were. You prayed that no one could hear anything that was going on right now. However, Jungwon didn’t care who heard. Actually, he did care because he wanted everyone to know who you belonged to, especially Jay. 

He grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your body up, your back flush against his chest as he continued to plow into you. Your moans grow louder as the position changes.

“Feels good, huh, babydoll?” He chuckled as his hand snaked around your hips, pressing down on the small bulge in your lower stomach. A choked cry fell from your lips as he pressed down, making you feel him even more, “You really wanna tell me that Jay can fuck you just as good as I can? Hmm?” 

You shook your head frantically, knowing that no one would be able to get you like this but him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Jungwon!” You screamed out the worry of other people hearing completely gone from your mind.

He continued to pound into your abused pussy, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. The pressure of his hand on your stomach was making your mind fuzz as moans and whines of his name fell from your lips.

“Gonna cum already baby?” He growled in your ear as he snapped his hips into yours, hitting spots that only he had claimed for himself. His grip tightened on your waist as he angled his hip a bit more.

“Holy shit!” You cursed loudly, your eyes rolling back as he hit your sweet spot dead on. Your mouth fell open as your head lolled back, drool spilling from the corner of your lips.

A high-pitched squeak left your mouth when he brought his hand from your stomach to your clit, rubbing harshly. All of the pleasure and your impending orgasm were causing your legs to start shaking and your mind to go blank.

“That’s it, babydoll, give it to me. Make a mess on my cock” Jungwon knew you were close, switching his position once more until you were crying over his dick, moments away from your orgasm. He pressed wet and hot kisses along your exposed neck before biting down in time with his fingers on your clit.

Silent moans fell from your lips, and your vision turned white as your orgasm tore through your body. Jungwon groaned into your skin as you clenched down tightly on him, but his pace didn’t slow, easily throwing you into overstimulation.

“W-Won- fuck!” Your whole body was trembling as continuous waves of pleasure washed through your body.

“Fuck. I’m almost there; just hold on.” His harsh and gruff tone had switched to soft and borderline whines, causing your mind to almost combust.

His once harsh pace was starting to become sloppy, erratic, and uneven, a telltale sign that he was close. His hips still snapped into yours harshly, which was bringing you closer to another orgasm. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You whine out, nails digging into Jungwon’s forearms, trying to ground yourself as another climax washes over you, nearly taking your breath away. Tears were spilling from the corner of your eyes, falling down and drenching Jungwon’s shirt under your head.

“Fuck, I’m cumming. You’re gonna take all of it, babydoll, got it?” He growled in your ear but didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was pumping his load into your womb.

His hips jerk a few more times, fucking his cum back into you before falling to a complete stop.

Heavy breathing filled the room as you both stood there, trying to catch your breath. Jungwon pressed soft kisses over the swollen spots on your skin where he had bit down. Coaxing you back down from your high, fingers drawing shapes on your hips.

“Won…” You breathed out, blinking your eyes a few times to clear the tears before glancing up at him.

“There she is.” He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The feeling made your heart flutter—you had missed this, you had missed him. 

Then everything came flooding back, the hurt following. Swallowing thickly, you pulled yourself away from him before searching for your underwear with shaky legs.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Jungwon asked, fixing himself before making his way towards you.

“This shouldn’t have happened, we’re not together anymore.” You told him, your eyes looking everywhere but him.

Jungwon could hear the hurt in your tone, and he knew you were right about the not being together part, at least. However, he wasn’t about to let you walk away from him again no matter how upset he was then, he knew now.

“Baby…” His hands found your waist, pulling you into his chest, causing your heart to lurch. 

“Jungwon, let me-” “No, please listen to me. I’m sorry I was such a dickhead.” He breathed out, arms wrapping around your smaller frame, “I should have let you explain but instead I just let her words cloud my mind and I know that’s not any excuse, but I’m sorry I truly am.” His words sunk into your skin, and tears brimmed in your eyes once more. “Let me make it up to you. Give me a chance, please baby.”

You inhaled shakily before turning your head to look back at him, “Fine, but only if we go to that one restaurant I like.”

Jungwon couldn’t help but chuckle before peppering kisses all over your face, “Whatever you want, baby.”

@alvojake | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 : @heesitation @riftanswhore @yeonzzzn @yzzyhee @skzenhalove @seuomo @moonchus @enha-stars @ikeuverse @prized-jules @ro-diaries @yeonjunsfox @snoopypupp @wonnie99 @pockettwinzz

Hiiii ✨

I saw you wanted svt ideas and I just need to shout to the world the one thought playing the shy out of my mind:

Imagine 99 line afab hybe idol reader x svt dino x (not svt but still) txt yeonjun

They’re same aged friends that sometimes like to do extracurricular activities together *wink wink* (I need both mfs to dote on reader and leave her shaking lol)

Anyways, just wanted to share with the class ✨🖤

hiiii omg,,,, this is too good i love them together. yeonjun & dino,, my brain shagafshaha anyways!! i love this idea thank you for requesting <3 SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER 😪

𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀？

⇝ 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇，，，𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇

❥ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀－ 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅， soft𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝖻！ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇， 𝟫𝟫 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌<𝟥

❥ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－ 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍，，，𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗆𝖿𝖺𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾／𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌， 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾， ， 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄，𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒， 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿， 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋<𝟥， 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 （𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖼） （𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼） 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁！！，， 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾， 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌， 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒， 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾<𝟥

❥ 𝖺／𝗇－ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒，，，， 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗍，，，𝗈𝗈𝗉 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽

“this okay honey?” yeonjun whispers to you as his hands move down to your shorts. you pull away from your kiss with chan to give him the okay. you’re quick to going back to kissing chan. yeonjun moves your shorts down with a quick motion. chan pulls away from your kiss looking at you.

“what do you want baby?” he asks you with a smirk. yeonjun takes his time to caress your legs.

“tell us baby don’t be shy.” yeonjun adds. both of their gaze making you feel nervous. they give you all their attention like you’re the only person in-front of them.

“i want both of you so bad. i’ve been thinking about both of you-“ yeonjun smirks at chan as they switch places. yeonjun moves to side of you as chan gets in between your legs.

“yea baby? can i have a taste?” chan asks you with a innocent smile. you nod quickly as you feel yeonjun kissing your neck again. you feel like you’re seeing things whenever you’re close like this.

“so so needy. want us to take care of your baby?” yeonjun coos at you. his tone is mocking but his touch is so soft against your skin. you feel chan rub your thighs softly. his cold hands make you shiver a little.

“p-please.” chan pulls your panties down your legs with a slight smirk. yeonjun sits next to you on your bed. you gasp when you feel chan’s tongue against you. you throw your head back in pleasure as he slowly laps against your cunt. yeonjun takes the opportunity to kiss your neck some more. he kisses from your neck to your jaw. you moan at both of them against you.

“his tongue feels that good honey? look at you shaking already.” yeonjun teases you with a smirk.

“f-feels so good c-channie.” you moan out as you get lost in pleasure. you can feel all of chan’s groans making you shiver.

“put that pretty mouth to use?” yeonjun smiles at you innocently as he’s standing again. you watch him undo his sweats revealing that he has nothing under them.

you have seen yeonjun naked before but everytime is still shocking to you. you open your mouth for his cock. chan’s tongue isn’t neglecting any spot of your cunt.

he sloppily making out with your pussy at this point. your thoughts are quickly interrupted when yeonjun pushes his cock into your mouth. you take as much as him into your mouth as possible.

“fuck- your mouth feels so good honey.” yeonjun shallowly fucks your mouth. the feeling as you clenching around nothing. your squirming has gotten more apparent as you get closer. chan rubs at your clit as he pulls away.

his face covered in your juices and his spit. his hair is all over the place but he just looks up at you with a smile.

“taste so good princess.” he didn’t miss his opportunity to praise you. you can’t respond at the moment but you just moan in response. chan goes back to eating you out like his life depends on it. his makes sure that everything he does has your squirming in a good way.

“you close honey?” yeonjun asks you as your feel his dick twitch a little in your mouth. you moan again as that is now your main response.

“f-fuck me too-“ yeonjun says as you bob your head on him. you use your hand for whatever you can’t fit in your mouth. you cum on chan’s tongue without warning when you feel yeonjun’s moans leave his mouth over and over.

both of their moans combined causing you to cum harder then your intended. you squirting all over the boy between your legs. the reaction from your body had chan ruining his pants. he didn’t intend to cum but as soon as he saw that he couldn’t take it anymore. yeonjun lets out a final moan as he cums into your mouth.

“fuck- swallow it baby.” he pulls out of your mouth as you swallow his cum. yeonjun tucks his dick back into his shorts quickly. chan is mesmerized by how you look with your legs spread.

“such a good girl for us.” yeonjun smiles at you as he watches your legs shakes still. you slowly coming down from your high. chan licks up all your cum before coming up with a smile.

“you taste so sweet sweetheart.” chan leans down to give you a kiss. you melt into the kiss as your try to calm down. your legs still slightly shaking from the pleasure.

“did you feel good?” chan asks with a soft smile. you nod quickly still laying against the bed with tiredness.

“now i need rest-“ yeonjun and chan just share a smirk.

WE'RE NOT FRIENDS | K. Gyuvin

Description. Gyuvin's not jealous - he doesn't even have a reason to be. You two were just friends who fucked sometimes! But in the back of his head, he knows he yearns for more, but do you?

Not tryna talk, just tryna kiss ya'. NOT FRIENDS // LOOΠΔ

Pairing. Fwb!Gyuvin x Fem!Reader

Warnings. MDNI. Smut, Curse words, Oral, Penetration, Condom Use (Wrap it), Crying (Not in a bad way)

Word count. 4K

Note: I wanted to do something better than this but I also wanted to get it out! Inspired by my anons who loved jealous gyuvin <3

You smile as you enter the dorm, greeted immediately by Gyuvin's friends. They must've known you were coming, you giggle as you follow through the hallway, Hanbin immediately going into a spiel about something that happened at work that morning.

You nodded in understanding, "You're so strong 'Bin, I would've thrown the drink at the customers face."

He laughed as he shook his head. "I'd be jobless."

You're about to respond when you're pulled away by a chattering Matthew, "Dude I have to tell you about this new machine they added to the gym-"

"Wait wait," Jiwoong appears out of seemingly nowhere. "First I have to show you this cat I took a picture of!"

He pulls out his phone, Hanbin and Matthew growing silent as they want to see the cat as well. You gasp in adoration as Jiwoong locates the picture. "Awe! Oh my goodness, he's so fat!"

Jiwoong nods. "Exactly!"

He's about to continue when Taerae comes barreling out of his room, dimples appearing as he speaks. "I heard your voice and came running."

You scrunch your nose, teasing. "Gosh, I didn't realize you were all so excited to see me."

"You need to come around more often so we can update you normally," Hanbin offers before looking apologetic. "Instead of clamoring around you before you can even make it to the living room."

You chuckle in response. "It's okay, I don't mind."

"Hao's out, but Ricky and Gunwook just left to go get us food! What do you want? I'll text them!" Matthew interjects, already typing on his phone before you wave him off.

You grip the box in your hand. "Ah, it's okay. I'm not staying, just came by to-"

"You're not staying?!" Yujin walks up before crossing his arms, wearing a pout. The younger always knew how to guilt trip you with those puppy eyes.

"I just came to drop off something for Gyuvin." You look around, noting that indeed, as you had thought, none of the boys around you were him. Funny how the others were more excited to see you.

"Oh come on," Taerae places a hand on your shoulder. "You should stay, eat with us!"

You stand awkwardly, not sure if Gyuvin would want you to stay. He hasn't even come out of his room to greet you yet. "I don't know.."

"Please?" Yujin begs, and you always had a soft spot for the younger boy. He reminded you of a little brother who just wanted his sister to stay for dinner. How could you say no to that?

"Well," You contemplate, you really should just drop the box off and leave. You sigh in defeat though, the faces around you looking so excited at the prospect. "Okay, I'll stay."

"Yes!" Jiwoong smiles, as the others look visibly happy as well. They were always so kind to you, and you were always glad Gyuvin's friends took a liking to you.

Oh, right. Gyuvin.

"I'll be right back, okay?" You say, making your way through to the point of the visit's room. You knock softly on his door, knowing it was just him alone in there, but also not wanting to disturb him if he was busy.

He opens the door, eyes immediately shifting to the box. He reaches it for it, "Thanks-"

You pull it back towards you. "Hey, how are you? Oh me? I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking! I did just drive all the way here to bring you this package that you ordered to my house so that way your roommates wouldn't get into it! Oh wow, thanks for the favor, I appreciate it so much that I'll even come greet you by the door when you get here."

He waits for you to finish your rendition as he looks down, your little mocking speech leaving him unamused. "You had plenty of people to greet you at the door."

You narrow your eyes, shoving the box into his hand in annoyance. "That's not the point, I came to see you."

Gyuvin just stares before he opens his mouth to speak but he's quickly interrupted by Matthew entering the hallway. "Food's here!"

You don't move, standing as you wait for Gyuvin to say something, anything. But he just gestures behind you before repeating, "Food's here."

You turn in disappointment, you don't know what you wanted him to say. But it definitely wasn't that.

You join the others at the dining table as they scoot over to make room for you. Seeing as one of them is missing, there's just the right amount of chairs.

Normally, you'd sit wherever there was room, but Ricky was quick to greet you and offer you the seat next to his. He pats the chair, "This one's open."

That's bullshit, Gyuvin notes. There were several other chairs that were open because not everyone was sitting yet. Like himself, who was waiting for you to sit so he could sit next to you.

That dream slowly dies in front of him as Jiwoong takes the seat to the other side of you, having to strangle off Hanbin for it. He shows you something on his phone that has you smiling brightly.

And for some twisted reason that he can't exactly explain.

Gyuvin hates it.

It's the same feeling he felt deep in the pit of his stomach earlier. He came out of his room right away to see you, but was stopped in his tracks when he saw the others hovering over you.

You seemed to forgotten who you had even come to see, so he sulked his way back to his room, unable to pinpoint what exactly it was that he was feeling.

Ricky, being the little shit he was, would call it jealously every time he would spill about his feelings —He only resorted to consulting him after Jiwoong suggested it was indigestion— but Gyuvin disagrees.

Why would he even be jealous? You two were just friends!

Friends who regularly fogged up his car windows from the backseat in an empty parking lot when he needed to clear his mind.

Friends who would often grind on each other in the dark of his room, his computer screen the only source of light in the late hours of the night.

Friends who were on their knees for each other when the other was stressed, because that's what friends are for, right?

But the word remained. Friends.

Even if he wanted to be jealous, he couldn't be, he had no right. You two weren't anything, he doesn't even think you like him like that.

But he thinks that if he has to watch Matthew wink at you one more time, he's going to slam his head against this table. But he's not jealous! Right... It was fine, everything was fine.

"Hao's gonna be upset he missed you, he's learning that one classical song you like on violin." Hanbin speaks up before leaning onto his hand. "What was the name? I can't remember"

Ricky vaguely recalls. "The one from Howl's Moving Castle?"

"Oh my gosh, he's learning Merry Go Round of Life?" You light up in your seat, clearly impressed. You forgot you had mentioned your love for the classical piece to them before.

Gyuvin can feel himself growing bitter, since when did you like that movie? Or that song? And why did he feel so left out right now? And even worse, why was Hao learning it for you? That felt so.. romantic.

"I've never seen that movie." Gunwook innocently comments as he places his chopsticks down.

"Me either." Taerae sighs as an idea pops into your head.

"Oh they're having a special showing of it at the theater next week for it's anniversary! I wanted to go but I didn't think anyone would wanna come with." You pout before raising a brow. "Unless you guys wanna go?"

The two are quick to nod and it's not long before the others pile on and ask if they can tag along too. Gyuvin's pissed, why didn't you just ask him? Of course he would've went to the movie with you. He didn't care what you two did, he just liked spending time together.

Truth be told, you were going to ask Gyuvin. He was your first option, seeing as he's your best friend, but since he was acting weird, maybe it'd be best to hang out with some of the other guys. What was his deal anyways?

Ricky breaks you from your thoughts. "Oh I saw this necklace the other day with your birthstone, but I wanted to ask you before I bought it."

Gyuvin is seething.

"Ricky," You smile as you place your drink down, eyes never leaving his. You were well aware of his habit of dropping money on his friends. That necklace was definitely way out of your price range. "You don't need to buy me anything."

"I want to, it was pretty." He grins, awaiting Gyuvins reaction in his prerifrial vision.

You quirk your head to the side. "I'm sure it was."

"Just like you." Ricky continues as he sees his friend gritting his teeth in the seat across from him. Ricky knew what he was doing, but he was tired of seeing you two run around in circles with each other. He just wanted to just nudge you two in the right direction, or so help him.

Now, Gyuvin could handle everything else. The other boys were just being friendly, he knows they meant well. But his notably attractive supposed best friend directly flirting with you in front of him?

Yeah, that was a no go.

Everyone else at the table grew quiet, knowing Ricky was treading into dangerous territory. Sure, they were a little overbearing at times but even they knew of the unspoken rules pertaining to you. It was known that you were off-limits, a rule set specifically by Gyuvin.

Your face heats up slightly as you stammer for a response, "O-oh.. well.. I think.."

Gyuvin stands, making a commotion as he does so, the noise of his chair scraping the ground enough to call everyone's attention. He turns to you, "Can I talk to you outside?"

You look to Ricky and then back to Gyuvin, unsure of what you should do. But you ultimately know better, "Yeah."

You follow Gyuvin to the balcony, him shutting the curtains away from the prying eyes of his friends as he slid the door closed, at least he knows they can't hear him out here.

He holds the railing, pretending to be entertained as he watches the cars below pass. He doesn't know what to say.

You shift on your feet, waiting for him to speak. You knew when your friend was angry, you just didn't know why.

"Did I do something?" You break the silence.

Gyuvin can't hold it in anymore, he changes the subject. "What are we?"

Your brows furrow as you look taken aback. "What are you talking about? You say it all the time, we're friends."

His lips press into a thin line before he admits, "I don't think friends get jealous over their friend like I do."

"What?" You lean closer. "Jealous?"

"Yes," He maintains, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "I'm jealous seeing the boys crowd around you! Or Jiwoong taking all your attention with some stupid pictures on his phone! Or Hao being able to play your favorite song for you!"

You look down. "Gyuvin-"

"Please just listen," He breathes in, afraid of what you might say. "I did walk out to greet you today, but you looked so busy with them that I felt like you didn't even notice me missing."

You lay your hand over his, encompassing it as he holds the railing. "You know what I was thinking the entire time they were talking to me?"

He shakes his head, willing his hands not to tremble under your touch. "What?"

"I was wondering where you were." You reveal, averting your eyes. "You're my best friend Gyuvin, I'll always look for you."

There it is, that ugly feeling in his stomach again.

"And that's all I'll ever be?"

You're shocked. "What're you trying to say?"

He cuts you off from asking anything further as he blurts out information he hadn't even had time to process yet. "I think I like you."

You stand straighter, still unable to look him in the eye. "You do?"

"I don't want you to go to the movies with Taerae or Gunwook, I want you to go with me! I should be the one buying you gifts, not Ricky!" He raises his voice a little in frustration as he recalls earlier.

The immediate clarity washes over him as he realizes he's out of line. "I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. I know we're not exclusive and I have no right-"

You cut him off from his ramblings with a kiss, lips crashing into each other with an all too familiar feeling. Except this time, it's not just lust taking over, it's something different. And you don't want it to stop.

You run your hands through his hair and pull him closer, if that's even possible, and deepen the kiss. Gyuvin's beyond surprised because if there was one thing you didn't do — it was kiss.

He can recall all the times you would be fumbling with his shirt as you tried to pull it off, and he would try to catch your lips in his, only for you to abruptly pull back and refuse. Friends don't kiss, you had said.

He really hoped this meant what he thought it did.

You gently release him from the kiss, cheeks flushed as you point inside. "Not here, let's go to your room."

"We can't go inside, everyone will hear." He reminds you before teasing. "And you're never very quiet."

You roll your eyes as you snark, "Yeah well you aren't exactly a silent mouse either."

He laughs under his breath before it dawns on him. "My car?"

You snap your head towards him as you look unconvinced. He's about to suggest something else when you grab his hand while shrugging. "Your car it is."

You drag him inside, running past a table of prying and confusing eyes, who's calls for your names you ignore, and yank his keys off the hook. You two bolt out the front door, and could the elevator be any slower?

Finally, you reach his car and climb into the backseat.

You immediately pull him onto you, wanting to kiss him until you couldn't breathe anymore. He was making you dizzy, you needed him more than ever.

He felt the exact same way, revealing in you as he was content on just kissing. His body betrays him though, your clothed cunt laid directly beneath his dick now, and suddenly he's grinding with such vigor despite the fact that you had only just began.

You break the kiss before you whisper, “Do you have a condom?”

His eyes widen, "Y-yeah, in the center console."

You wait as he just stares at you, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't a little awkward. "Well I'm a little stuck here so-"

He snaps into it before digging through and retrieving one. "Right! Right.."

You smile a little at his antics, you were horribly whipped. Though he doesn't take his pants off immediately, instead opting to pocket the condom. He fumbles with his hands a little nervously, "Do you think I can eat you out first?"

"What?" You stammer. Sure, he had done it many times before, but he never been this nervous. There's something so whiny in his tone, like he needs it more than you do. So you oblige, "Alright."

He lights up at that. "Lean back."

You had never been eaten out this way before, usually Gyuvin was grabbing you to sit on his face, to which usually ended up in you teasing and grinding on it. 

But he has no qualms about it, as he dives right into laying his tongue against your heat. He teases for a bit, running it over your clit before you buck up your hips in protest. “Please Gyuvin, just make me feel good, no one can like you.” 

His pupils blow wide. "Fuck, yes baby."

Then he gets to work, tongue entering you as you swear you start to see stars. He doesn't let up, burying his face between your legs as he holds them down on either side of the small car seats.

He's leaving marks on your thighs from how hard he grips them as leverage. He's swirling his tongue around your swollen nub, taking in the taste of you.

You gasp out in pleasure, hips slightly bucking but your strength is nothing against Gyuvins. You're lost in pleasure, but you miss him though, you want to see your pretty boys face. You want him to kiss you again.

"Feels so good," You moan out, tears pricking your eyes.

"You taste even better." He mumbles against your clit. "Love that I get to have you like this, who is this for? Please just say it's for me."

You nod, before remembering he can't see you. "You! Haah- only you!"

He speeds up, slurping you with determination you had never seen before. You grab around, unable to really see due to teary eyes, and attempt to pull at his hair. "Wait, wait."

He lifts his head up, "What happened?"

"I-I wanna.. see you," You babble, "Wanna see you, Gyuvin."

His heart thumps at that, you wanted to look at him? He crawls towards your face as he pulls you into another sloppy kiss, mouths sliding in motion as you can taste yourself on him.

You can also feel his dick poking at your leg, begging to be freed from its constraints. So you lean your hand down and press on it, while he lets out a strained, "Oh - shit - feels so good."

He trembles at your touch, unconsciously bucking his hips into your leg. You tap him, "Can you take your pants off?"

He nods, almost humorous in the way he throws his bottoms off. You sit up as he does too, and push him back against the seat. He still has his underwear on, so you draw your finger around the waistband of it.

You rub him through the material, watching as his face contorts in pleasure and he lets out stagnant whines. He wants more, but above all, he wants to be good for you. "Please touch me, please use me."

You can't believe the words coming out of his mouth. Gyuvin was always more leaning on the soft dominant side, never had he begged for you like this so shamelessly.

He doesn't stop there, even after you slide your hand below. "I want you to fuck me so badly, I can be good for you! You won't need anyone but me- fuck - agh!"

You graze the tip with your thumb before you start pumping him slowly, his plush lips parting as he moans. You can feel your wetness gathering even more simply at the noises he lets out, and you know you need him just as bad as he needs you.

"You look so good like this," You admit, wanting to tease him a little. "So cute with my hand wrapped around your swollen fat dick."

"Please, don't talk like that," His face flushes as he whines at your vulgar choice of words.

"Why not?" You play innocent, fluttering your eyelashes.

He turns away in an attempt to hide his face, but you still hear what he says loud and clear. "I don't want to cum in my pants."

You smile, quirking your head the side. "What if I want you to?"

"Then I wouldn't be able to fuck you," He mumbles as he bites his lip, though he looks like he'd give into your wish if you kept asking.

You perk up at his eagerness. "So I can't put your dick in my mouth?"

His eyes widen in protest, "N-No!"

"Shh," You speak as you lean into his ear, hand still moving as you suppress a giggle at him getting so worked up. "Where's the condom?"

He stiffs up at that, looking around for his pants as you remove your hand. He hurriedly rips open the package once he pulls it out of his discarded jean's pockets, and fumbles with his hands as he slides it on.

You move to lay down on the seats, Gyuvin craning his neck as he hovers over you. His length prodding at your entrance before you knew it. His tip running over your folds in hesitance.

It was far from the first time you've both done this, but he felt ten times more nervous than he ever has. And maybe a bit more appreciative. He winces, "I can't believe I get to fuck you."

You look him in the eye, finding his statement a little amusing. "What?"

"You're just so pretty," He mutters, and he avoids your eyes. "I always get scared that one day you'll decide you think one my friends is hotter, and just decide to stop talking to me."

Your face turns soft as his sudden vulnerability, even if he was about to rearrange your guts. "Trust me, that never would've happened."

"Really?"

"I kissed you back there because I like you Gyuvin." You confirm, the moment feeling so warm despite your lack of clothes. "I never thought I'd be with anyone but you."

He doesn't respond as he slowly slides into you, trying his best not to rut into you. He was holding back a lot tonight, he wanted to show you how much he cared. You couldn't help but feel this was romantic as well, even if it was inside a cramped car.

His eyes can't help but drift down, watching as your walls sucked him in perfectly. He lets out a soft, shattered gasp as you clench him when he finally bottoms out. "Mmm, you always take me so well."

You cry out a little before slurring out his name like a mantra. "Gyuvin, move, please move, fuck - I need you to move."

He moves back a little before he thrusts into you, hands intertwining with yours as he starts to pound into you faster. You weep, lost in pleasure as his tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly.

He can't help but let his emotions in again, "I hate how they look at you. Want to tell them you're all mine but-"

"I'm yours!" You gasp, squeezing his hand as it becomes too much. He's fucking you so deep that you can feel him in your stomach, and you're sure the bulge is visible.

He stops in his tracks, and you're scared you said something wrong. Before you voice it, he cuts you off. "Say it again."

You breathe, confused almost before you realize. You look him in the eyes as you repeat it. "I'm yours."

"Shit," His face flushes as he looks down. "I just came."

"From that?!" You raise your brows, this was unlike him. Never has he came this fast, and the embarrassment was about to settle in.

You're so in love, you don't even care. "Well-"

You're unable to say anything else as he thrusts back into you, catching you off guard. He trembling as he continues, "W-want you to-"

You shake your head, unable to fathom how he's even still hard. His stutter tells you he's sensitive though. "I don't need to."

"But I need it," He whispers lowly. "Need you to cream on my cock."

You can barely process his words as you grab his hand in yours, "Show me how bad you need it."

Gyuvin almost dies from shock. He feels he must've died already with how you treat him so heavenly. So he doesn't stop, pushing himself to the point over overstimulation as he shakes. Nothing you say could stop him now, he was too far gone into you.

"Can't believe you decided to choose me," He rambles as your bodies meld together. "I don't deserve it."

You feel yourself start to tear up, unsure if its from your feelings or from the intense pounding you're getting. Your eyes well up nonetheless, "I'd choose you every time."

He cranes his head into the crook of your neck as his pace never falters, sighing as he kisses away your tears. "As your friend?"

You borderline laugh, sniffling as you do. "Don't be stupid, I don't think we were ever just friends."

He thrusts into you one final time before you're crying out from pleasure, your orgasm running over you. You intertwine your hand with his as you pull him closer. He whispers you through it, telling you an endless string of I-love-you's with baited breath.

Yeah, you two were not friends.

Beginner's luck

Genre: 18+, smut, fluff

Cw: yoga instructor!minho x yoga student!reader, excessive good girl, light praise/praise kink, soft dom min, oral (m recieving), fingering (f recieving), slight body worship, minho being sexy as fuck (as usual), he makes you watch (gasp)

Wc: 6.1k

Summary: You definitely did not turn up to the beginners class, but luckily Minho offers to give you some extra help afterward

AN: YOOOOO I definitely should've been revising instead of writing this but I had extreme yoga instructor min brainrot

The decision to splurge on a month of yoga classes was actually not one you intended to make.

Initially, it seemed like a brilliant idea, a months subscription to Seoul's most luxurious leisure centre, a treat for both your body and your mind- one you had been needing lately. Yet, as reality dawned in on you after the purchase had been made, it became apparent that perhaps you should've let your eyes wander over the small print and not just the price tag and the length of the subscription.

You had assumed, rather naively, that paying that unholy number included access to the entire gym facility. Oh, how wrong you were. Instead, you found yourself committed to a month of yoga classes alone, without the added benefit of gym amenities. Without the perks and the pool and the huge gym and the sports courts- the deal wasn't looking so good anymore.

Now, you were tasked with justifying this financial tragedy by vowing to attend every class religiously, to apologize for the unintentional trauma you had inflicted on your poor bank account.

Lesson learned: always read the fine print.

Upon your arrival at the studio on the first day, you felt a little out of place with the rest of the women in the class, and a subtle sense of apprehension mingled with your already tense nerves. You took a place in the front row by the wall, setting up your mat and sitting to mirror everyone else in the room. They all seemingly knew eachother already, conversations filling the studio as the clock ticked to 11am.

The hour was marked by the appearance of the class instructor, pushing the door to the studio open and immediately capturing your entire focus with how he shone like a beacon. He possessed an unmistakable allure just from looking at him, like he had just come back from a magazine cover shoot.

As he stepped into the room, a palpable shift in energy swept through the space. The once lively chatter dwindled to a hushed murmur- the man doing nothing but smile to garner the attention of every pair of eyes in the room, an awe settling over you. It was as if time itself slowed as he placed his bag down in front of you.

Within seconds your perfect view of the model was covered by the women in the class stumbling over themselves to offer him help in setting up- they were all wrapped around his finger, and you considered for a second that this man was what drove the price for these yoga classes so high.

The instructor politely accepted the help like this adoration was just part of his daily routine, laughing with them as they asked about his night- if he slept well, how his cats were doing.

Cats, he had cats.

A charming smile and a cascade of thank yous somehow guided everyone back to their mats- it was evident that he possessed a natural magnetism, a quality that drew others to him like moths to a flame.

As the room settled, his gaze, warm and inviting, drifted over to you, momentarily causing your heart to skip a beat. His smile, radiant and genuine, seemed to light up the entire space, infusing it with an undeniable warmth. It was a smile that could have easily knocked you off your feet if you weren't already sat down. In that moment, it felt as though the world had paused. For some reason, you had the sense for a second that you were the only person in the room to him.

When his gaze locked onto yours, you imperceptibly gasped, momentarily caught off guard by his intensity. Quickly averting your eyes, you reached for your water bottle, feigning nonchalance as you took a sip to mask the rising blush creeping up your neck. You felt like he was setting you alight just by looking at you.

God, surely a man so perfect couldn't be real.

There had to be a catch. He must be overly conceited and cocky, or even an outright asshole. Maybe he's one of those men that make women fall for him so that he can play with their feelings- like a fuckboy or something.

He couldn't have been blessed with a face like that and also have the personality of a genuinely good guy.

As you summoned the courage to look back up, you were taken aback to find the instructor (model) seated directly in front of you, that sweet and gentle grin still adorning his face. He extended his hand towards you, a warm invitation in his eyes.

"Lee Minho, it's nice to meet you," he said with a playful lilt in his tone. "Ever done yoga before?"

Oh wow. He was even more gorgeous up close. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervous excitement in the pit of your stomach as you tentatively reached out to shake his hand.

"Uh, no, first time," you managed to say, your laughter laced with a hint of awkwardness as you shook his hand a few times, trying to ignore the sparks and warmth that spread from your fingertips to your entire body.

"No worries, you're in good hands," he spoke reassuringly, his demeanor instantly putting you at ease. "What's your name?"

What a man.

Oh, right, your name.

"My name is y/n," you managed to reply, offering a nervous giggle as your eyes kept accidentally glancing down- surveying his body.

Minho leaned back onto his hands, tilting his head to the side, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of captivation wash over you. His black vest was doing nothing to hide the gorgeous tanned skin of his chest from you, which you were very grateful for. He wore two chains that dangled down his neck, highlighting his collarbones, and his grey sweatpants were doing everything for his thighs.

You wanted to take a bite.

"Pretty name," he complimented with a charming smile, his words sending a flurry of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It was as if he knew he had short-circuited your brain, so without waiting for a response from you, he continued, "If you're confused, just let me know, and I'll come help."

Wow.

Throughout the session, you found yourself in need of Minho's guidance more often than you'd care to admit. It quickly became apparent that your lack of preparation was a concerning hindsight, coupled with the fact that you didn't know half of the words he was telling you, let alone what position they meant, left you at a distinct disadvantage compared to the other attendees. As Minho effortlessly led the class through a series of challenging poses, you couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment wash over you.

You found yourself looking around the room cluelessly, trying to mimic their movements before anyone realised that yet again you didn't have a clue what was going on. It was a futile effort, because your attempts just resulted in awkward contortions that left you feeling more frustrated than yoga enlightened.

Though Minho's keen eye caught onto your struggle, and with a reassuring smile, he made his way over to offer assistance each time. Patiently and with gentle encouragement, he guided you through each pose that you couldn't get, providing helpful adjustments and corrections along the way.

Once the session was drawing to a close, you couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and gratitude wash over you. While everyone else slowly started to filter out of the studio one by one, you found yourself lingering near the door, unsure of how to approach Minho.

You definitely had to apologize for being so difficult, for taking up so much of his time- but you honestly didn't want to just give up straight away. You couldn't, really, not after the money you spent on this month.

Maybe he had a beginner class, something better suited for your level of knowledge.

"Minho," you spoke from the doorway, catching his attention. "Do you have a minute?"

He flashed you a soft smile and slipped his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants. "Sure, come in, what's up?"

"Well, I just wanted to apologize for... not being very good," you chuckled slightly, noting the way his eyebrows furrowed slighty. "I didn't even realize I signed up for such a difficult class, so-"

"No need to apologize, we were all beginners once," he interrupted gently, his tone warm and understanding.

"Right, that's what I wanted to ask," you clasped your hands together, a sense of hopefulness creeping into your voice. "Do you do... a beginner class?"

"I don't, unfortunately," he smiled pityfully, his expression sympathetic. "They're run by another instructor."

You hummed sadly, a tinge of disappointment coloring your thoughts. So, it was either take an easier yoga class, or not get to stare at this model of a man as he showed you how flexible he was? It seemed that finding a class tailored to your.. needs would be more challenging than anticipated.

"But, if you're free, I could stick around for a bit and give you some extra help? Free of charge, of course," Minho offered, his tone genuine.

Apparently, this man was perfect. An angel both inside and out, nothing like the poorly constructed view you had of him at the beginning, simply because he was gorgeous.

Your eyebrows raised, full of hope and excitement at the unexpected offer from him.

"Are you sure? I mean... I've literally never done half of those poses before, I'm-" you began, your words faltering as his pretty laugh cut you off, leaving you completely captivated by the man in front of you.

"Don't worry about it, I've got you, alright?" he reassured, his smile warm and reassuring.

Just then, you knew that you would also be part of the demographic of his class that were stumbling over themselves to be his personal yoga mat tomorrow morning.

To be under this man.. what a dream.

"Roll out your mat again, I'm just going to refill my bottle," Minho grinned, baring his perfect teeth in a charming smile to you. "Want me to do yours too?"

"Oh, I'm good thank you," you smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his offer.

The instructor nodded with a smile, and you couldn't keep your eyes away from the way his shoulder blades glided underneath his black vest as he left you alone in the studio. The sight left you momentarily speechless, a swirl of not so innocent emotions stirring within you.

You let out the breath that you'd unknowingly been holding, along with a giddy laugh at the insane situation. You could barely concentrate on the yoga when it was the whole class, let alone now that you were going to have his undivided attention. As you rolled out your mat once again, you couldn't help but wonder how you were going to stay sane with him right next to you, guiding you through each pose with his body heat so close.

Oh, would he touch you? Would he place those beautiful hands on you again, manoeuvre you into any way he wanted you?

"Ready to get started?" Minho asked as he reappeared at the door to his studio.

You nodded eagerly, a sense of anticipation coursing through your veins as he approached. When he held out his hand for you to stand from the mat you didn't hesitate to take it. With a gentle tug, he effortlessly lifted you to your feet, and you couldn't help but giggle like a lovestruck teenager at his entire focus being on you. His gorgeous smile only added to the fluttering of your heart.

"Alright, so, which positions did you struggle the most with?" he asked first, his voice warm and encouraging.

You paused for a moment, pursing your lips and feeling an embarrassed blush tint your cheeks.

"Oh," you chuckled nervously. "I guess... all of them?"

Minho didn't judge you, his eyes still filled with that same gentle understanding that made you 100% sure he was some god among men.

"That's okay," he reassured, his voice gentle and reassuring. "We'll work through them together, let's start with the basics."

"Alright," you pouted.

"Do you remember warrior?"

Your stomach bursted full with butterflies at the approving hum and nod he gave you when you slipped into what you hoped was the correct position. It felt like a small victory at least: correctly remembering one pose from the class.

Minho's hands gently held your waist, his touch light yet firm as he guided them forward an inch. You felt a shiver run down your spine as one of his hands snaked across to the small of your back, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. He pressed forward, encouraging you to arch your spine, his hold on you soft yet commanding.

"Perfect, that's it," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

Oh god.

You were almost breathless, feeling his palms run across your body to correct your positioning, his face so close making it much more intimate than you thought it would be.

Not that you minded of course.

"Now reverse it for me," he spurred you on.

But you didn't quite catch the full sentence, your brain was too focused on the fact that he had specifically used the words 'for me'.

For me.

He could probably get you to do anything he wanted if he just added 'for me' at the end, he had you wrapped around his little finger and you had only laid eyes on him 2 hours ago.

Lost in your thoughts, you blinked down at the ground for a second before properly processing his words. With a nod, you simply switched out your legs to mirror the position.

He let out an endearing little giggle at your action, making you look up at him, a redness blossoming on your cheeks.

"Reverse warrior," he prompted gently, his voice laced with encouragement.

"Oh! ..I'm sorry," you mumbled, feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over you.

"Don't apologize, it was my mistake,"

Minho's palm traveled up your torso, applying gentle pressure on your center of gravity to guide you backwards. Though with it he took the hem of your floaty top, his pinky resting on the skin of your lower stomach- driving you wild.

With a deft movement, he took one arm down to the back of your knee, guiding you slowly into the pose he wanted you in. Then he slid the other hand up to your arm, his fingers gently dancing up to your wrist- drawing goosebumps to the skin with every touch, and he pushed your arm upright.

"There, that's more like it," he laughed, his eyes sparkling with pride as he gazed down at your upside-down face. "You're doing great."

"Thank you," you smiled bashfully, the tips of your ears flushing.

"Stand up," he said, his voice gentle yet commanding. "I need to see how flexible you are before we try any difficult positions."

Oh god.

The rapidly increasing clouded part of your mind wanted to reply that you could be as flexible as he wanted you to be- but rationally, you weren't all that bendy.

Then, your eyes fell to his lips as his tongue peaked out to wet them and the rational part of your brain slowly started to melt away.

He was probably very flexible, right? And he probably had lots of ..stamina.

"Can you touch your toes?"

You nodded eagerly, remembering how you used to be able to. But as you bent over, you quickly realized that your fingers just didn't want to cooperate anymore, falling short of reaching your toes, and you couldn't help but groan in frustration.

"Apparently not anymore."

"Would you like me to help? It might burn a little."

"Please," you nodded, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through you as his fingers gently slid around your waist.

He stepped closer, your ass pressed against him as he leant forward, his chest flush against your back. With his weight pressing down on you, you immediately felt the effects in your calves, a dull ache beginning to spread through your muscles. But you quite literally could not have cared less if he was going to press himself on you like this.

He curled his hands around your arms, and he pushed you further down until your fingers touched your toes, spurring a little hiss to escape your lips.

"You feel it?" Lee Minho hummed, his voice lowered to a whisper, taking into account your closeness and the otherwise silentness of the room.

His palms held your hips again, comfortingly rubbing up and down.

"Yeah," you replied, your voice barely above a breath.

"Do you want to stop?" he inquired softly, his concern palpable in the air.

"No... It's fine," you shook your head. It really was fine if he was going to continue to whisper into your ear like that. You could put up with the burn if that's the price to pay.

No pain no gain.

"Good girl," he smiled, his words sending a wave of hotness cascading through you, almost making your knees buckle right then and there.

His hands slid down, coming to rest on each of your thighs, his touch gentle yet firm. You sucked in a breath. But it wasn't until he gave a little squeeze to signal you that the most embarrassing hiccup ripped its way out of your throat.

"That'll do," he said, his voice reassuring as he gently guided you back to an upright position.

You let him lift you up, hiding your raging blush behind your hair. You were acutely aware of just how close you were to Lee Minho, chest pressed against your back- breath hitting the back of your ear for a second until he stepped back. His presence was both thrilling and nerve-wracking all at once.

"What about the splits, can you do them?"

"Almost," you shrugged, feeling a sense of determination welling up within you. With a deep breath, you sank to the floor and spread your legs as far as they would go, determined to prove yourself to him. But to your dismay, you quickly realized that your flexibility was just downright embarrassing when faced with a professional yoga instructor

You looked up at Minho's amused smirk, feeling a shiver cascade down your back as he sat down behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. His close proximity sent your poor heart racing, the warmth of his body seeping into yours and filling you with desire.

"Want my help again?" he offered, his voice soft and reassuring.

"Yeah," you sighed with infatuation, a giddy smile worming its way onto your mouth at his offer.

"I need you to tell me when it hurts so you don't overexert yourself, okay?" he asked, his tone gentle yet firm. Upon seeing your nod of agreement, he placed his hands back on the inside of your thighs, his grip stronger this time, causing a rush of heat to flood your cheeks.

As he began to gently guide you into the stretch, with each movement, you found yourself working overtime to ensure that he wouldn't hear your deep breathing start to stutter.

He pulled slightly, observing your reaction before pulling again and again, caressing the inside of your legs, giving you a chance to tell him to stop. But the words didn't come, the ache in your muscles dulled by the warmth of his touch and the arousal bubbling in your abdomen.

As he continued to guide you deeper, you couldn't help but feel a sense of determination welling up within you. The way he smiled like he was impressed only fueled your desire to keep going, even though every muscle in your legs were screaming in protest.

Your body forced you forward, leaning on your palms to try and accommodate the unnatural discomfort in your pelvis as he stretched you to your limit.

"I'm okay," you swallowed, wanting him to continue.

Minho then repeated the motions again, pulling your legs ever so slightly and then stopping, each movement bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your flexibility. But just as you were about to reach your limit, he paused, his expression filled with concern.

"Are you sure this isn't hurting?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"It's fine," you replied, your voice wavering with the new ache in your muscles. "I can push through it."

"No, you're a beginner, you can't," Minho said sternly, his voice laced with concern as he immediately relaxed his grip on your thighs.

Instinctively, your legs drew closer, back to a natural spread instead of almost a straight line.

"I told you to tell me if it started to hurt."

You were acutely aware of the sensation of his hair tickling your neck, the warmth of his breath bouncing off of your ear, the firmness of his biceps pressing against your arms.

You hadn't wanted to disappoint him, quite the opposite in fact. The thought of impressing him had been your driving force, but you felt a little guilty that he was trying to genuinely help- and you wanted his attention.

Only a little guilty, because the rest of what you felt was fucking turned on that he was telling you off.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, a pang of regret at having ignored his earlier instructions. "I just.. I wanted to impress you."

Minho's expression softened at your words, and he let out a small sigh. He carressed your thighs, running his hands comfortingly up and down- he reassured you that it was okay, his touch however doing nothing to calm the raging storm inside of you.

"You need to listen to your body, okay? That's the most important thing."

In that moment, as you gazed behind at him, all your body was telling you was how badly you wanted this man to take your body however he wanted it. How he could push you into any position he wanted you in, use you however he wanted to.

"Is it hurting now?"

He leaned forward, his fingers dancing closer and closer and your pulse was spiking higher and higher that you could barely register his question over your arousal screaming at you.

"Only a little."

"I didn't mean to push you so far."

You wanted to reassure him that he had nothing to feel bad about but he was massaging the tendons in the very inner part of your thighs over your shorts and you just mentally couldn't get any words out.

"Your muscles are so tight, relax."

You couldn't.

You couldn't relax.

Your head stuttered as you tried to nod, little breaths escaping you- he had to know what he was doing.

Those hands slid upwards, inching underneath the hem of your top to hold your hips- continuing to massage the tensor muscles either side of you.

"Lean back, I've got you."

You raised your arms, letting him pull you so your back was resting against his hard chest again.

"Relax," he whispered into your ear, one hand redirected to your sternum, where he snaked up until his hand rested around your neck. You gasped, and you felt the smile spread on his face as he pushed up until your head leant back to rest against his shoulder.

Wow.

Maybe this is why he had so many devoted fans- if this was the sort of personal attention he gave to everyone?

His fingers tickled tiny shapes over the skin of your throat, the others sifting between squeezing your thigh and rubbing up and down it.

"Minho?"

"Yes y/n?"

"Do you.. help everyone.. like this?" You gulped, sort of fearing his answer.

If he said yes, then this clearly meant nothing to him, maybe he wasn't even flirting with you? Maybe you were reading this wrong?

Maybe-

"I don't, no."

Oh fuck.

So..?

"Can you keep a secret? If it got out that I was doing this, I'd never get to go home."

His raspy laugh made you want to release a moan, he was just so tempting.

"O-Of course, I won't tell anyone," you gulped.

Minho hummed approvingly, "I knew you'd be a good girl for me."

Then you really did moan, letting out a breath that bled into a noise of pure desire- and the instructor next to you smirked as you darted one hand up to cover your mouth.

You gasped when he pulled at the strings of your shorts, long fingers tracing your skin behind the hem, teasing you.

"Is this okay?" He smiled when you nodded frantically.

Minho's hand pushed past your shorts, his thumb slipping under the hem of your panties to pull the elastic and snap them against you- drawing a short yelp out of your throat.

A velvety chuckle reached your ears, the man finding your reaction amusing, but you couldn't bring yourself to be embarrassed when his hand was so close to where you needed him.

"Oh wow, you need it bad, huh?" He spoke quietly, more to himself at first as he rubbed over the very obvious wet mess you'd left in your underwear.

He spoke like he wasn't the root cause of your problem.

"Yes, please," you sighed.

"How long have you been this wet, hm?" He smirked, nudging his nose against your cheek as his lips placed little kisses on your jaw.

"Since I saw you."

Lee Minho seemed to have you under his spell, since you didn't even get the chance to think about pretending you hadn't been soaked the second you laid your eyes on him.

"Yeah?" He teased, his other hand tilting your head to face him. "Poor baby."

He muffled your whines with his pretty plush lips, pressing closer with a little more persistence until you opened your mouth for him, and he licked over your tongue like he was trying to swallow every moan that was threatening to escape your throat.

He continued to rub you over the cotton of your panties, his lips curling up into a smirk everytime he felt you clench around nothing. Increasing and decreasing the pressure randomly, he waited for each hitch in your breath or jolt of your hips- trying to find that sweet spot that would melt you to putty in his arms.

"Minho," you pouted, drawing out his name.

"I know," he smiled, pulling your underwear to the side. "Need my help again, hm?"

You gasped as his thumb pressed flat against your unclothed clit, leaving his fingers free to play with your entrance- and you're so wet that he just slipped against your skin, gathering the slick on his digits.

"Gonna let me taste?" He whispered gravelly in your ear, and your poor heart almost beated out of your chest.

Before you nodded he was already lifting his hand up anyway, moving his fingers in a scissor motion in front of the two of your faces. Your cheeks flushed red, but you couldn't bring yourself to look away as he parted his lips- tongue laying flat so he can press his two middle fingers on it.

You watched in awe as he closed his mouth around them, closing his eyes and humming as he replaced the taste of you with his saliva instead.

Fuck.

He looked like he was genuinely enjoying the taste, getting off on it, it was so intimate- so fucking sexy. This was worth every penny you spent on that stupid subscription. Did you even need him to touch you? You were half convinced if he continued you could've cum untouched.

A line of spit connected his fingers to his lips when he finally pulled them back.

You gulped.

Minho turnt to you, his eyes clouded with a hazy lust as he watched the way you let him push his fingers past your lips.

"That's it, perfect," he groaned, gently fucking into your mouth with a slow rythym- gulping at the way your tongue toyed with his fingers. "Fuck."

You reached your hand behind you, easily finding the hard bulge in his sweats, and began to stroke him over the cotton. You followed the rythym he was setting with his fingers, and watched as his jaw fell slack before he bit his lip- trying to keep his composure.

"I was trying not to pop a boner the whole session, you know?"

The whole session, every time you needed help and he came to give you tips, he couldn't keep his eyes off of your ass and the way you bent over.

He wiped the saliva from your lips as he took his fingers back, half lidded eyes blinking slowly, his breathing laboured, and red hot ears- the textbook definition of sex appeal staring right at you.

"Take them off."

You didn't need to be told twice.

You lifted your hips, shimmying your shorts and panties down your legs until you could flick them off of your feet.

Minho's palm splayed across your stomach, pulling you back against his chest as he leant over your shoulder to watch his own actions. He drew tight little circles around your clit with his thumb, slipping the two spit covered middle fingers past your slippery folds- into your entrance to the first knuckle, until he realised your eyes were shut.

He shook you slightly, nibbling on the shell of your ear. "Come on, watch."

You shuddered out a breath, letting your chin touch your chest as you looked down, flushed face- watching his ring finger dissapear into you with every centimetre.

He groaned every time you squeezed around him, pushing further in and being met with no resistance apart from your warm walls pulsing- making his cock throb against your back.

"Look how wet you are," he whispered, pulling out until only the tip of his finger was left inside you so that you could see how it glistened, before he began to fuck into you.

If you had your wits about you, you probably could've teased him back about how his hard on was straining behind you- feeling the wet spot his precum was making seep into your bunched up top. But you didn't.

You could only let your moans get louder as he pushed a second finger into you.

"Oh- fuck, Minho," you whined, your nails digging into his thighs as you squirmed against him.

"Feels good?"

"So good," you mewled as his fingers bullied that spongy spot inside you that had your toes curling.

The movements of his arm was strangely erotic, watching his veins with a bitten lip, watching the tendons in his wrist flex and relax with every thrust of his fingers. Everything about Lee Minho was erotic.

The two of you watched your pussy flutter as he increased his pace, causing your arousal to drip down his fingers- your walls spasming as you got closer with every circle of his thumb on your clit.

"M-Minho, I'm close," you whimpered against his neck, turning your head to try and stave off your orgasm.

Your legs twitched and shook more with every second, and he could feel your body tighten against him as that knot in your abdomen wound up to its breaking point.

"Cum for me."

And you did, because your hypothesis that him saying 'for me' could make you do anything was true.

You released the breath you were holding as you came against him, Minho's hand keeping you against him like a vice so that he didn't miss any part of your climax. He captured your lips with his own again, swallowing down all of the desperate moans that were tumbling out as he continued to thrust his fingers to work you through it.

He listened to your breathing, waited until you finally slumped against him, finally relaxed- before he pulled out.

"Oh fuck," you sighed blissfully, taking a second to regain your senses.

When you opened your eyes again and Minho had his fingers deep in his mouth, you were suddenly reminded that he hadn't cum- and was very clearly still hard.

He watched you swivel around, resting on your knees in front of him, unable to keep your eyes from the bulge in his sweatpants. Then it was his turn to blush as he glanced down at the mess above his crotch- the fabric soaked with his dribbling precum. Minho smiled bashfully, leaning back on his hands as if to put himself on display, and you wondered how he could still look so confident and in his element when he was clearly embarrassed. It was so sexy.

He was just so sexy.

He cocked his eyebrow at you as if to ask what you were going to do about it.

You reached over slightly, biting your lip as you shuffled closer, starting to pull his sweatpants and boxers down to free his cock from its straining confines.

"Good girl."

He was going to be the death of you.

You left them at his thighs, not bothering to even take them off before you could resist the urge to clasp your hands around him any longer. Squeezing his base hard, you looked up to observe his eyes flutter shut when you started to stroke him up and down. He was leaking all over your knuckles so you shimmyed down to lower your mouth to his tip- resting on your forearms.

As quick as his eyes shut, they reopened again so that he could gasp at the image of you on the floor in front of him- ass in the air, kitten licking his tip to try and catch all the precum before it dribbled down.

"Look at you," he cooed, "so pretty."

You smiled at his praise, swirling your tongue over the top of him one last time before you took him into your mouth. You let your spit dribble down him messily, if his loud groaning was anything to go on, he was enjoying the wetness as your hands spread it across his length.

"That's it, fuck yeah."

The way he was reacting- god, you'd do anything he wanted.

What a man.

As if he could sense your desire to please him, he rested his weight on one hand, the other coming up to gently push down on the back of your head.

"Can you take more?"

Your eyes blinked up, keeping your lips sealed around him and letting your jaw fall slack so you could push him further until the top of his cock was hitting the back of your throat.

"Oh, perfect," he groaned out as he watched you suck and jerk him off at the same time, hollowing your cheeks and lowering as much as you could- your tongue tracing the veins along his length.

Minho threw his head back, his fingers curling on top of your hair and intertwining with your hair as he spurred your movements on with a little gentle encouragement. His hips bucked up every now and then- unable to stay down on the ground as you drew him closer to his orgasm.

"Fuck."

His voice cracked a little when one of your hands left his cock to scratch at his chest, your nails tickling his abs as your ran your fingers over his torso- feeling the way his muscles tightened up and constricted.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck."

You picked up the pace a little and his knees pulled upwards. He planted his feet into the yoga mat as his toes curled and he had to abandon his hold on your head to steady himself.

"Ah, keep going- don't stop.. just like that."

This gorgeous man was about to fucking cum in your mouth, the motion alone could've brought you to the edge again without any stimulation.

"Gonna swallow for me, right?" He moaned shamelessly, "take it all in that pretty mouth?"

Absolutely.

God yes.

With little hesitation, Minho dropped back onto his elbows when he finally came, his shoulders and chest heaving- flushed and red and doused in a thin layer of sweat that made him look twice as sexy as before.

"Oh fuck, that's it."

You sucked on the tip of his cock while he was shooting warm white ropes down your throat, and he was half convinced you were trying to milk him for all he could give as your hands continued to stroke him at that torturous pace. Bordering on overstimulation, you waited until he was twitching and his thick thighs were desperately closing in on your arms before you let him go- releasing your lips with a pop.

"Sorry," you smiled bashfully, wiping your mouth with the back of your palm.

He laughed exasperatedly and caught his breath, flopping down on his back. He kept you in his gaze as you put your underwear and shorts back on, his head propped up by his folded arms.

"Y/n, don't switch classes."

Switch classes? As if.

You were never going to switch classes anyway as soon as you found out he didn't run the beginner ones. He was the treat for the mind and body, not the yoga.

"Same time tomorrow?" You smiled coyly, watching a large grin spread onto his features.

"Good girl."

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HYUNJIN X VERSACE W KOREA (JUNE 2024)

HYPER-SEXUAL (s,jy)

If there’s anything in life that Jake wants, it’s to fuck. All day, every day, it’s on his mind. He fantasizes constantly, watches porn every free chance he gets, and ultimately has grown bored of his own hand to satiate his need. or the one where jake is inexperienced, incredibly perverted, and borderline addicted to sex but cannot, for the life of him, land a girl.

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minors do not interact. 

WORDCOUNT― 13.8k

PAIRING― jake sim x afab reader

CONTENT― smut, inexperienced but pervy and dominant jake, he kind of has an addiction to jerking off, im not joking like he has a boner every twenty minutes it’s probably a medical issue but, reader is really sex positive and lets jake go absolutely insane on her

NOTE― not proof read in the way it needed to be.  disclaimer: this is straight up just porn. it had a plot at one point but i deleted all of it and wrote this instead. also this is posted on my other blog for mark lee. yes, i wrote it for both of them bc they both fit the shoe ok? ok.

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― jake isn’t submissive– just a loser, loads of masturbation, also loads of loads lmfao, jake’s dick is 8 inches in this one, public humiliation, dirty talk, teasing, pussy eating / face sitting, mentions of free use, unprotected sex, wayyyy way too much cum, raw grinding, attempts at deep throat, accidental face fucking, finger fucking, suffocation, riding, squirting, implications to the fact that orgasms are not the end of the fic bc they just keep going, some say they’re still fucking to this day. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Feels so good! Harder! Fuck m-” 

Jake slams his laptop shut in an exasperated sigh. Frustrated, annoyed, fucking horny. 

Always horny. To the point that nothing excites him anymore. Not his hard-on being palmed at by his own hand, not the make-shift pocket pussy he’s made out of household objects, not the porn on page one or on page seventy-three. 

Honestly, even as hard as he is now, it’s arguable that he could just start punching his cock and he’d still remain in this state until something changes. And you know what sucks more than not being able to get off? Being hard so constantly that it’s just a state of living at this point. 

It’s sad. He could be washing caked ketchup off of a plate and his cock would still lend a little jump. A reminder that his hand is no longer enough. A fucking threat that if he doesn’t sink into a pretty hole soon, he might as well just kill himself. 

The idea doesn’t seem too bad anymore, as he lays flat on his back with his cock in hand on his messy sheets. He stares up at the ceiling with another long-winded groan, wondering why he has to have such an insatiable libido and probably twice as much stamina. If he could just get off he’d have at least a little bit of time in his day to feel normal before it takes hold of his brain again. 

It’s the fact that he’s grown entirely numb to his own hand and feels like he’s going crazy because he hasn’t been able to hook-up with anyone in nearly a year. Porn is boring, he swears he’s seen just about all of the good, bad, and bizarre. Post nut clarity barely exists because there is no clarity by the time he finally gets that hard-to-reach nut. Bad luck, maybe. Awful fucking miserable luck? That’s more fitting. 

For the sake of the girls in this city, perhaps it’s good that he can’t manage to land a hook-up. Surely they’d be unable to walk by the time he gets his fill, that is if he manages to get a fill at all. And it’s gotten to the point that Jake has almost entirely given up on finding a girl at all. One that’s willing to put up with his near-constant need to get his dick wet, anyway. 

Almost given up.

A thought crosses his mind as he lazily palms himself with a bored sigh, knowing he’ll end up locked up in an asylum somewhere if this doesn’t stop. The voice of Jay in his head doing little to make his cock soften, which is…not something Jake is proud to admit.

“Dude, you gotta put a stop to this shit. This is your third laptop this year!” Jay had said to him. “It’s only June!”

Maybe Jay was right, and maybe Jake should have downloaded the new app that was mentioned shortly after the scolding rather than immediately going to another, even more, shady porn site. “Heard this one was really good.” Jay had advertised. “Even got Jungwon laid.” 

Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try another app despite the immense amount of failure Jake has already faced regarding previous attempts with other platforms. After all, if it got Jungwon laid, surely it could get him laid too. 

Maybe this one really is better.

And at the end of the day, Jake does download the app. After all, creating a profile is easy, finding a girl though? 

We’ll see.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Ah. Okay. Nice.

Jake stays glued to his phone all night. He really had no hope that this app would offer him anything more than what the others did. But, oh. 

The app allows specific features, most of which are not aimed towards users looking for a relationship. Dick and body sizes are out in the open, there’s sections you can fill out regarding what you’re looking for in a sexual partner, how often you’re willing to see said partner, and if you’re looking for a regular fuck or a one time fuck. 

Safe to say, Jake’s profile went a little something like this: 

you can call me jake, im 24. just looking for a girl either for regular visits or a one night stand that’s willing to deal with a guy who literally suffers from chronic-boner syndrome.

LOOKING FOR: Female PREFERENCE: One Time Only, Occasional Meetups, On-call, Regular meetups, Permanent Friends-With-Benefits, Secret Meet, Virtual Meet, Audio Meet, Rebound C…[Click to see more] PARTNER REQUIREMENTS: N/A SIZE REFERENCE: 8 ½” hard, 4” soft, 5.6” circumference SEXUAL INTERESTS: Vanilla, Free Use, BDSM, Begging, Breeding, Dom/Sub, Dominatrix, CBT, Role Play, Public Humiliation, Edging, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Virtual Sex, Group Sex, Humiliation, Cock Play, Cum Dump, Religion, Raw, Multiple Orgasms, Androgyny, Genital Piercings, Older Women, Body Art, Wax, Anal, Financial Domina...[Click to see more]

NOT INTERESTED IN: Cuckolding, Voyeurism OTHER: im not very experienced in most of these, i just watch a lot of porn

Embarrassing? Yeah, probably. 

Looks like a lot of women are into that though if his inbox is anything to go by, anyway. With him checking the app every few minutes to find ten new messages? Yeah, they’re feeling him. 

He can only imagine what the fuck Jungwon had on his profile to actually land a hook-up. Couldn’t have been any worse than his own, after all, Jake is desperate and so was Jungwon at one point. 

Apparently girls like desperate guys. 

Message after message, degrading comments and praise, all from either women clad in leather or sweet looking church girls who must have the app hidden deep within their phones. There’s barely anyone in between those two categories, actually. 

“Hi baby boy, you looking for a sugar mama?” 

“ur dick really that big? lol, what do you even mean by ‘chronic boner syndrome’?” 

“you’re so desperate to get laid, might as well just doxx yourself at this point…please.”

Arguably, these women are very forward and he has a great time sifting through the ones he’s interested in. Scrolling through all of these messages….does not help his case regarding his insatiable need to fuck something either so, naturally, he’s also 100% jerking off the entire time he’s doing this.

Still, never quite able to reach the orgasm he needs by this point.

Up until there’s a message that catches his attention. No degrading, no insults, no borderline-too-kinky insinuations. Which, given, Jake probably shouldn’t have selected the majority of the kinks just to pull more girls, but he did. 

And upon reading the message, he almost doesn’t know if this girl is real. 

“High libido, no girls around to help you out, I take it? Rough.”

One look at her profile spikes even more interest. Her sexual interests include a list of things he wishes he didn’t fit. But he does, though he’d never admit it. Inexperienced men, losers, virgins, micro-penis, big penis, praise (receiving), body worship–

Oh.

Fuck yeah.

He responds quickly, already feeling the orgasm within him bubble up as he tries to pretend he doesn’t go on a war path of responding to everyone after you, but still. Your message box with him remains in his mind as he awaits the response to his message of “you looking to help me out?” 

Every ping on his phone afterwards makes his cock twitch more, makes it dribble out little beads of pre-cum with each pass of his palm, only for him to sigh out of frustration that it’s just another person that wants to devour him whole. Which, he’ll take what he can get if his first choice never responds but still. He wants to get off to you.

He finds himself on your profile more often than anyone else’s too, looking at the same three photos you’ve posted, noting how you don’t seem super active on the app, but active enough to find him by some beautiful grace of God. 

You’re kind of perfect, honestly. Fairly mundane compared to most of the women in his inbox, but cool nonetheless. He can tell you have an eye for fashion but it seems to be more geared towards your real life self rather than the secret fetish/kink app you’ve got downloaded.

And that’s the thing. Most of these women, beautiful or not, are dressed in their best sexual attire just to message a possible fuck, while during their daily lives they probably wear conservative dresses and pant suits. Which….arguably that’s kind of hot. Then again, what isn’t hot to him these days?

You though. You have normal pictures posted just like he does. Your tits aren’t out, your legs aren’t open, you don’t have a pile of sex toys behind or beside you and yet still your pictures turn him on more than those who do. Insane how his cock twitches at just these three photos, fucking insane how he grows a near instant obsessed thinking about how you…uh, deal with the losers you seem to be looking for.  

Then again, maybe it’s the mystery of what’s under your clothes, or what’s in your stash of sex toys. Oh, whatever you’re hiding has got be so fucking hot. Naturally, he groans at the amount of sexuality you barely give. Thinking far, far too hard about it all, given the circumstances. 

Don’t get him wrong, he can get down with the hoes. In fact, he very much wants to get down with a hoe. But man, the way you stand out because you’re somehow….boring compared to everyone else?

Please.

Fucking pretty please, let him in between those thighs. 

And just as he scrolls again through your photos, that long-awaited orgasm hits him like a brick.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

A mere two days later you find yourself in the inbox with the self-proclaimed boner-god. He’s since proven his size with photos involving different objects beside said penis, and even a video or two of his frantic hands jerking off to you. 

Ah, he’s kind of perfect if you think about it. At first you thought that it was just roleplay for him or something. Where he plays a guy who can’t get enough, though he clearly probably does. It wasn’t until you were woken up at four in the morning with him spamming your inbox that you suddenly realized this dude is actually as desperate as he seems. 

Normally, being spammed awake by your phone pinging consistently would bother you. But goddamn was he needing it. Just three hours before now it was mostly casual conversation with him, albeit about hooking-up, but still. The two of you agreed to determine on the following day if you were compatible enough for a meet up. He said goodnight to you, and you said it back. 

Then you woke up to three dick pics, one voice note with a borderline pathetic apology (only because you could still hear him going at it), and then like fourteen messages of him trying to wake you up intentionally. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: You awake?

Dick pic #1. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: You’re so pretty, sorry lol

Dick pic #2 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Wake uppppppppppp! 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Please? :(

Dick pic #3, precum smeared across his fingers as he grips it. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Do you already have me silenced?

JAKE_02 sent you a message: I’d let you silence me hahaha….

JAKE_02 sent you a voice memo: “Sorry about all this, I really meant it when I said I have a problem. You should probably just block me because I’m going to end up begging to see you otherwise”

Oh, he has an accent. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: your profile says you like inexperience…..well i’ve only slept with like 3 girls, is that inexperienced enough?

JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like to tease guys like that? like edge them and stuff? 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: oh damn, that’d be so hot 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like it when guys beg btw? 

Etcetera. 

And, well, apparently he just has a lot to say. It’s cute how embarrassed he must feel basically getting himself off with a one-sided sext session with you as you were sleeping. At least, you hope he’s embarrassed. 

You let his messages simmer for a while, waiting to see if he sends anything else. And when he doesn’t, you respond. 

YOURUSERNAME: that was cute. 

It’s the way he’s instantly trying to respond that really gets you going. You chuckle first, knowing already that you’d probably help him out based on this situation alone. 

YOURUSERNAME: trying to wake me up because you can’t stop touching yourself? :( poor baby. 

JAKE_02: oh god please don’t say that

JAKE_02: im gonna end up awake all night trying to get it to go down again

YOURUSERNAME: that’s good to hear. so you can go for a long time then? 

Yes, you’re teasing him. 

JAKE_02: if you’d let me

YOURUSERNAME: you already got off tonight tho, didn’t you?

JAKE_02: i don’t think you understand just how bad it is. i’m already getting my dick out again

You lend yourself a sly chuckle after a deep yawn, knowing for a fact that you’re about to make him prove to you that he’s either still hard or really did get off only to get hard again by a mere few messages from you. 

YOURUSERNAME: show me?

And he does. Similar to the other three photos, only this time he sends a short video with his shorts pushed down his thighs and his cock raging hard and pathetic against his stomach. Again, he’s big, that much is true, but the fact that such a dick is always ready to fuck? To the point he’s desperate? To the point he’s embarrassing about it?

YOURUSERNAME: how bad do you wanna bury that in me?

Oh, shit. Jake could fucking die right now. You seem so willing, which is truly what he needs at this point in his sexual sickness.  

JAKE_02: i’ll come over right now. 

JAKE_02: let me come over and show you

YOURUSERNAME: let’s wait a bit for that, gotta meet officially before I let you fuck me

And you do intend to make him wait, knowing for a fact that you’re not meeting this guy tonight. There’s too much danger in that. Given how desperate he actually is, you can argue that if you changed your mind upon meeting, he very well may not care. Which, that’s something you need to worry about with any person you meet on such an app, but still.

Public meeting first. 

Always.

JAKE_02: right, right, that makes sense. 

JAKE_02: so can i see your pussy then

You stifle a laugh as if the man can hear you, he’d probably like that though. But yeah, no. As much as you know he’d enjoy that, it’s best to let him experience it for the first time in real life if all of this goes well. So, you settle with tits. 

Meaning, he has to settle with them too. 

And the photo is all but enough for Jake. The ping of his phone was far too exciting with the flash of the image sinking into his eyes. Sure, he wanted to see your hole open for him, he wanted to see your pretty hands spreading your lips for the picture, he wanted to see what he might get to fuck into someday– but…

This is good enough for him, honestly. Seeing your tits alone is hot enough, but it’s the fact that you only barely let him see. The plush skin of your lower breasts are peeking from under the shirt you're wearing, one nipple barely out, the other completely hidden. 

He moans out at it, holding his cock tight and painfully as he glares into the screen of his phone. God, he can almost taste it. 

JAKE_02: thats so hot…but….

JAKE_02: pussy….

JAKE_02: please show me your pussy

Another chuckle at how desperate he really is. You lower your phone just a bit, not at all intending to show him all of it but you do lend a panty shot with your legs spread. He’ll live with it, he doesn’t have a choice. 

And he does live with it because he cums almost instantly upon seeing just your thighs open. He wouldn’t have been able to hit climax so quickly had you already had this photo posted for all to see. It’s the fact that you sent it to him in the dms. It’s the fact that you presumably just took it for him. It’s the fact that he can almost see the outline of your folds, and the lines of your pussy that deserves to fucked open. 

When he doesn’t respond immediately, you know it was enough for him. Already you’re preparing to roll back over and get some more sleep, but your phone dings again. 

JAKE_02: tht was hot lol….um

JAKE_02: can u come to the mall tomorrow? i work at [redacted store name], u can come see that im actually very normal if u want

You stop for a second through another yawn, thinking long and hard about it. You shrug to yourself because tomorrow is a saturday and there’s plenty of public spaces to meet him in. And despite how fun it could be to tease him for weeks on end before officially meeting him, you, yourself, have been in a dry-spell lately. 

And he fits your interests perfectly. In other words, yeah, you could fuck.

YOURUSERNAME: you sure you’re not gonna take me in the back and fuck me on the spot? 

JAKE_02: ….would u want me to? 

YOURUSERNAME: no, i wanna bring you home if i think you could make me feel good

JAKE_02: hahah damn

JAKE_02: so you’ll come see me?

YOURUSERNAME: yeah, i’ll come see you

JAKE_02: ok cool :)

And then it’s silent for a long while. In fact, you’re nearly asleep again when your phone pings one last time. All you need to see is the notification to know that meeting Jake is gonna be fun. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: for the record…i definitely will fuck you good

Sounds promising. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You knew he was cute but holy shit, he’s like, cute cute.

Fucking handsome and charmingly cute. 

Perhaps even, hot. 

You stand from around a shelf to check him out. That same accent you’ve heard previously rings loud and clear in your head, and his hair is definitely a stylistic mess, the type of hair you can imagine grabbing and tugging to guide a tongue between your legs. His eyes are pretty and piercing yet equally as filled with some sort of wonder. His hands, his body.

 Oh wow. 

On any other day, you’d think he’s just some poser emo-guy working a shitty retail job so he can buy his first guitar and play it totally out of tune. But on this day, you’re aware that this is a man with a need that you very much wouldn’t mind satisfying. 

 Seeing him go about his work tasks behind the counter is another thing. Checking customers out both through the register and with his eyes when they walk away. You know he isn’t aware that you’ve actually shown up, and it feels nice to watch him in his element before he attempts to play himself up as a totally normal, cool dude. Especially now that you can see him secretly be a pervert on the clock. 

Customer after customer, he smiles at them when he hands them their items, he offers small talk and little chuckles that ring in your ears, and every single time one of the pretty ones walks away, his head turns to watch them leave for a few seconds too long.

Anyone can tell he needs it if they watch him for long enough. 

You’re not sure why this guy is getting to you the way he is, but there’s just something about the way that he carries himself in public that turns you on. You already know for a fact that he’s a horny motherfucker. You know that behind those charming smiles and laughs, he’s got a neglected cock needing to be used. 

No one else in this store is aware of it. You’re the only person here who knows he was spamming a stranger last night with dick pics and begging to see her pussy. 

It’s hot. 

And when you approach, Jake nearly doesn’t even know it’s you at first. 

“Hi, did you find everything you–” Jake stops mid sentence. “Oh, fuck. You’re here.”  He adds, trying to primp his hair into a spot that may look a little better than it did already.

You watch as he studies you for the first time, nervously darting his tongue out and against his bottom lip just for a split second before shifting his eyes behind you, and then turning to look around to see if anyone is within ear shot. 

No one is paying attention to either of you, and no one is going to hear what you’re about to say to him. Good.

“Do you wanna see my pussy?” 

It’s a joke, mostly. Kinda. 

You chuckle at his stunned reaction. His hands move to the counter as he clutches it and continuously looks around to make sure no one just heard those lewd ass words from a girl so goddamn hot. Like, oh god, it’s you. You really showed up to see him and already he’s not acting normal. 

No, no. You’re the one acting out of pocket, not him.

“I’m–” He tries to start, but his voice cracks in a very, very, embarrassing way. You hear him clear his throat before continuing. “I’m supposed to be showing you that I’m normal.” 

You tilt your head at him playfully, leaning against the counter and pushing your tits together with your arms. You wore this shirt here for a reason, and boy are you glad you did. You watch his eyes go straight to your chest and stay there. 

“Public Humiliation.” You echo one of his sexual interests to him from his app profile. “Dirty talk.”

Jake swallows around his words in stunned silence, feeling his cock wake up immediately. Fuck, this is the only place he finds peace of mind from…that. Yet here you are, with that soft and pretty voice reminding him of everything he wants but hasn’t been able to have. Standing there like you know he can’t bend you over right now and make you stop talking.

“Eight and a half inches hard.” You continue, leaning in even closer and moving your hand to the collar of your shirt. Tugging down just a little bit. “Five point six inch circumference.” 

Jake squeezes his eyes shut as he leans back with a sigh, pressing his hips against the counter for some sort of relief. To think the “boring” girl on the app wouldn’t be like this? God, he knew there had to be a catch considering you were on that app to find him in the first place. 

“Please–” He groans as his ears redden, lazily opening his eyes to look at your tits again. “Please don’t do this to me.” 

“I can imagine you’d fit it in me just right, wouldn’t you Jake?” You continue briefly, noting the bulge he blatantly presses against the counter. “Can you say ‘please’ again? It’s kinda hot.” 

“Please–” Jake blatantly groans now, his voice sounding hoarse and low. As much as he wants you to keep going, he’s at fucking work. He can’t be doing this. 

“Okay!” You gleefully agree as you switch up like you didn’t just fuck him up, lending him a bright and innocent smile as you lean back and away from him. “So you don’t want to see my pussy then?”

His relieved face falls right back into that of pained frustration as he narrows his eyes at you. 

“Right now?” He asks curiously, nodding his head without realizing it. Sure, he’s at work but like….your pussy is also at his work place right now.

“Yeah! Can you show me to the fitting room, actually?” You ask, louder this time in case anyone has moved around within ear-shot by now. Can’t make him lose his job, or whatever.

Jake swallows thickly with a nod, his eyes still narrowed at you but his mind racing a mile a minute at the fact that you’re really here right now, and this is what you’re doing to him? Enjoying his pain? Enjoying his suffering? Making it worse? 

Five minutes ago he was perfectly fine. You’re using his need against him and god, he loves it. Yeah, maybe he will take you to the back and try to fuck you at this point. Even if you said that you wouldn’t let him…what the fuck is this then? 

Really, he expected you to show up with an awkward hello and irritating small talk. He wanted to show you that he’s not always thinking about sex. Except he is, and it seems you want him to. You want him to think about fucking you. 

You really just walked into this establishment and asked him if he wants to see your pussy.

Of course he wants to see it. You already fucking know that. He wants to fuck it too, like, right now. 

And as he walks you to the fitting room, he has to try his damndest to adjust his growing cock. He nods to each customer as he walks by them, hands repeatedly going back to his lap to hide what he’s packing.

“Here it is.” Jake says in an unfocused voice, nearly staring a hole through you. “Now show me.” 

You dip your head in a smile, heading for the room and opening the curtain. Cheap ass store, really, most places have actual doors, but whatever. 

It’s easy to step inside and leave the curtain skewed a bit, knowing that Jake is hovering around the room, knowing that it’s probably protocol that an employee assist this space when it’s in use to prevent stealing and to prevent others from walking in on naked customers. 

You like the way you see him take peeks, trying to be discreet. You like the way he keeps his hands in front of his lap, hiding that you’ve definitely made him a mess of him already. You love the way he whispers a curse to himself when you sit against the bench in this small room and spread your legs wide open. 

You bet he loves the skirt you’re wearing for him today too. Though this wasn’t exactly planned or anything, you didn’t expect to be this turned on upon seeing him act as desperate as he sounds. You wore this shirt so he can look, and the skirt too…but looking this much wasn’t in your mind originally. 

He’s hot though. The way he needs it is hot. 

“Hurry up.” He groans, trying to make it seem like he’s frustrated but you know it’s just because he’s anxiously horny. 

And, well, you’re not actually gonna show him your pussy, but at this point you feel bad because he seems really stiff right now, almost robotic in the way he likely feels uncomfortably aroused in his least favorite place.  

“Jake,” You whisper-chuckle. “If you wanna see it, you’re gonna have to come in here and take my panties off of me.”

You hear him sigh, and see his eyes flick back to you through the small open space in the curtain. 

“You’re insane. I can’t come in there, I’ll lose my job.” He argues with a hushed tone, eyes fixated on the very panties he wishes he could remove. 

Even against his protests though, he reaches an arm in as he looks away. As if on extreme watch of other customers and employees roaming around. Probably pretending to grab a garment that doesn’t work for you, probably just doing normal, good-employee things. 

And, well, it’s pathetic really, the way he hopes for more. The way you offer more knowing he can’t get exactly what he wants. You actually feel a bit bad for doing this, especially because it wasn’t entirely in the plan. 

You really were just coming to meet him. It’s not your fault that watching him work turned you on solely because you know what he needs. So, you stand and walk towards the curtain, grabbing his arm and holding it in place. 

“Well–” You start, pressing yourself against the backside of his fingers, feeling him move his hand slightly against your clit. “Touch it then.”

He goes entirely silent but you feel the way he fumbles his hand, immediately grabbing your panties and moving them to the side just to really feel. And you let him, finding it somehow cuter in the way he doesn’t even ask. He does it like he needs to, like it’s instinctual to touch it. He feels for a second or two, probably closer to about five seconds before you step back. Really, it’s enough for him to know you’re wet, enough for him to suffer, enough for him to want more. 

Jake’s brain is on fire at it. Touching it before getting to see it? Goddamn, you’re so fucking mean.

And it’s silent for a few more moments after that as Jake keeps his hand in place, seemingly searching for a pussy just out of reach when you slide the fabric down your legs and place them directly into his hand. 

“When do you get off work?” You ask slyly now, ripping the curtain open and moving his hand for him, forcing him to shove your panties in his pocket. 

“Uh–” He stutters, swallowing again around his words before clearing his throat of the moan he really needs to let out right now. “Seven– I get off at seven.”

You nod with a smile, leaning in real close before patting his pocket. 

“I’ll text you my address.” 

And you leave without sparing him another glance, knowing that by the time his shift is over, he’ll probably pounce the second you open your door for him. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Jake suffers through the rest of his shift aggressively trying not to suck on his fingers. Fuck, he wants to taste you so bad, but to go as low as sucking the remnants for several hours just to hold him over? Truly, he’s at his wits end. 

Mostly because he absolutely does suck his fingers any chance he gets. Tapping his lips with them as he sees a customer off, licking against them discreetly, trying to make it look normal for him to have his fingers in his mouth so consistently. 

It’s not doing anything to hold him over though. 

He keeps glancing at the clock, and then at the message that reads your address. Just one more hour and he can leave. Just one more hour and he can bury his cock so deep into you that you’d never think twice about letting him do it again, and again, and again.

Oh god, really, he feels like he’s going insane as he checks out customer after customer. Every word they say somehow reminds him that he’s about to finally get laid again. 

“Can you wrap this up for me?” One customer said to him, nodding to a set of candles. 

Jake wishes you’d wrap him up in that pussy. 

“Do you have this in a bigger size?” Another customer had said to him as they held up a plush sweater. 

Jake doesn’t think you’d ever need a dick bigger than his. He’ll fill you up just right. 

“69.99?!” One customer argues. “The sign said it was 30% off!” 

Jake would sixty nine you all night long if you asked. He bets you taste sweet, you probably get really wet too. 

And by the end of the night, rain pounding on the roof, his last customer unfortunately has to hear a low groan leave his throat at their comments. He’s very quick to cover it with a cough. 

“Sorry for coming in right before you close, the rain is bad tonight and I forgot my umbrella, thank god you guys sell them! I didn’t mean to drip all over the floor like this, I hope you don’t have to stay late cleaning up my mess!” 

“I didn’t mean to drip all over your floor like this” Replays in his head, over and over again. God, he’d make you drip. He hopes you drip all over the floor for him. He’d get on his knees and lick it right up, god.

He needs to leave. Right now.

“S’all good,” Jake shakes his head after the initial moan and cough cover, trying to remain casual. “It’s my job to clean it up, after all.” He smiles, his brain stuck on the feeling of how wet you were when he touched you. Shiiiit. “Have a good night, stay dry!” 

And finally, Jake can close out his register and lock the doors. That, he does. Performing his end-of-night tasks at lightning speed with a cock throbbing so bad that he worries he might have to get off in his car before making it to your apartment. He genuinely needs to get off, especially knowing these pretty panties are in his pocket ready to be soaked in his cum. 

He doesn’t though, no. He holds off, thrusting his hips up and against the inseam of his pants with every passing second as he drives. He’s practically writhing by the time he gets to your place. Honestly, he moans with each movement because he’s sensitive. It’s so, so fucking sensitive. Everything feels good, he could genuinely cum the second you open your door if he’s not careful. 

Careful isn’t something Jake can be at this moment though, not when he lands a single knock at your door and you’re immediately opening it, looking at him with that same fucking evil smile you gave to him while he was at work. 

He looks at you and instantly lets out a frustrated moan before stepping in without another word. You feel his hands grab you much harsher than you originally thought he would, but you let him as you laugh out in a nervous chuckle. 

“Hello to you too.” You pat him on the back as his arms wrap around your middle. You hear him kick back against your door, slamming it shut before his lips hit your neck. 

He isn’t talking but goddamn you can hear what he needs to say through the way he presses his lips against you. He’s rough with it, kissing all across your exposed skin before slipping his hand right between your legs from the back as if he doesn’t have to chase anymore. 

You were going to jerk your hips back to make him chase, but his grip is too tight and he’s nearly lifting you off the floor entirely to get a feel. You were going to force him to look at you and the outfit you changed into for him, but again, he’s not having it, it seems.  He moans when he moves his lips up and against yours, hot breath desperate and needy as he finally speaks.

“Did it turn you on to torture me like that?” He nearly growls against your lips. “Got me so fucking hard.” 

You’re genuinely surprised with how he’s acting and talking. Then again, he’s desperate, that much is obvious if that monster bulge rubbing against your leg is anything to go by. Perhaps he may be desperate, but you guess that doesn’t always mean someone will end up submissive as a side effect. 

“It did.” You smile against his lips, pushing yourself forward to try and plant your feet back on the ground, chasing the ability to gain control over him. “Did you like that?”

Jake nods before shaking his head, allowing you to push forward, loving the way your hands reach for him and run through his hair before tugging. He did like what you did, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was fucking torture to stand there at work like he wasn’t losing his mind. 

“I’d like it more if we skip all the bullshit,” He starts, hand still attempting to reach the spot between your legs and lips landing at the corner of your mouth. “Could go all night.”

You nod to him, gripping his shirt and pulling him back to your living room couch and spinning him around, only to shove him back. 

“Is that a promise?” You ask, looking at the lazy way he spreads his own legs and rests his head against your couch cushions, eyes staring straight at you and cock twitching in his pants. “You gonna fuck me all night?”

“Yeah–” He breathes as if he’s in disbelief, hand reaching between his legs just to grab himself and squeeze as his eyes trail your body. “You have no idea how bad I need this.”

“Show me then,” You nod your head to his length that’s hidden under his pants. “Let me watch you first.”

Jake groans, rolling his eyes back both out of frustration and arousal, but he does as you say. His palm feels better with you watching, at least. He doesn’t feel so numb to the pleasure with you promising your body to him, at least. He doesn’t mind proving his size to you by shoving his pants down to his thighs and presenting said neglected cock to you either. 

It’s heavy, dark in color due to the blood that’s likely rushing throughout every inch of it. He feels sensitive to even the air in your living room as he twitches and aches to hear you talk again, to see you in front of him watching how he pleasures himself, wishing his hand is yours. 

“You wanna watch?” He says in a low-rumbled voice, tracing his fingers along the head of his cock and seething out a breath through his now, bitten bottom lip. “Wanna know how tight I want you to feel?” He asks now, bold and in the heat of the moment. You watch him when he squeezes the base of his cock tightly, you can almost feel yourself choke at that alone. 

“How wet you need to be to take it?” He continues, dragging his hand back and licking his palm before spitting into it. 

The wetness against his hand is horrifyingly pornographic. So wet when he reaches back down to his length, allowing you to hear it squelch and slip with ease. His breath is hitched while he does it too, which nearly has you seeing him in tunnel vision.

“Yeah…” You tune into him entirely, swallowing around the lump in your throat and feeling yourself drip already. “I can’t imagine how good–” You cut yourself short to moan at the way his other hand holds his pants down while he jerks his hand up faster and faster. “Oh god, you’re–”

“Wanna see how fast I can cum just looking at you?” He continues, hand only moving faster and faster as his grip tightens more, shamelessly grunting proudly over how he could probably cum now if he wanted to. “I told you, I can go all night.”

You pause, because goddamn. You thought he would be embarrassing, pathetic, needy. You thought he would beg, plead, and cry. But…you feel like you’re the one who needs to do that. God, you’ve never seen a man so desperate to fuck yet be so powerful about it. As if he’s in your face whispering, “You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? You’re gonna love it too, right? You’re gonna let me use you to take care of this little problem of mine, right? It’s what you want, right?”

If he were to say those things to you right now, you’d nod without a doubt. But…he doesn’t. He simply looks at you now, heaving out broken moans that sound too sexy to be considered pathetic. His hips chase each movement of his hand and goddamn does he fuck his fist hard.

Your mind is spinning watching him, knowing that he’s probably going to fuck you twice as hard as he fucks himself. And it’s not surprising to you at least that you can feel your own clit swell and throb for touch too. You easily move your hand between your legs, standing right there in front of him, toying with yourself as if you don’t have the power to ask him to do it for you. 

“Ah, fuck–” Jake groans, thrusting his hips up into his hand one last time before strings of his cum make a mess on his shirt. And it seems to go on forever too, spurt after spurt of it pumping out of him alongside his pretty moans and open-mouthed expression. You can feel your body react to him more than it ever has for anyone else, especially in the way….

“God–” You moan yourself now, watching him spread his legs and slouch more against your couch with a relieved sigh from his messy orgasm. But…his cock doesn’t soften. No, it stays stiff and heavy against his stomach, twitching and dribbling more and more of his cum out in little beads. 

The proof of his issue is right here, he really can and probably will go all night. And you say nothing else to him after that. In fact, he wouldn’t be able to answer you if you did say something simply because you find yourself stepping up onto your own couch, resting your knees against the back of it, and gripping his hair. 

Jake lets out a half-moan-half-hum, as expected, when he feels your hand drag his face under your skirt. You didn’t have to do that, but goddamn does he fucking love it. He loves how he can feel your knees buckle and force you to balance on the couch, loves how your cunt is just as needy as he feels, fucking adores the way you drip all over his tongue when he pushes your panties to the side and starts licking you up. 

It’s the fact that he didn’t even have to ask you to put it in his face. The slight taste against his fingers all night at work is nothing compared to the way you drown him now. He needs to do this for you. Hell, he needs to do this for himself.

“Jesus,” You breathe, rolling your hips on his mouth. He’s truly eating you like his life depends on it. You can hear his muffled hums at the taste, you can feel his shoulder shake as he starts jerking off again, you can feel the way his tongue goes deeper and deeper, licking each clench of your walls, only to pull back and suck the wet from your panties in a deep breath. 

He coos at it too, as if he’s in love with the moment, as if he truly can’t believe he’s finally got a pussy to lick. And he swallows each mouth full of your slick before muttering curses and promises against your swollen little bud. 

“Please,” He moans, nipping and licking against you. “Been so long since I’ve eaten pussy, rub it on me- fuck-” he continues to babble, heat-of-the-moment-talk coming out as far more arousing than cringe if you listen hard through your ringing ears. “Come on,” He continues, now neglecting his own cock and gripping your ass with both hands, shoving you back and forth on his face in painfully slow and harsh grinds. “Come on, harder.”

As if you can function at all right now with how rough he is about trying to pleasure you? Fucking hell, the words ignite something in you as you pull back and away from him. For a split second, you see his blown out pupils and fucked up hair as he licks his lips and presents that shining lower-half of his face to you. 

You don’t look for long though, no. Because you’re too busy pushing him to the side and forcing him to lay back on the couch instead. You resume your position afterwards, straddling the couch on either side of his head with your knees and planting your pulsing cunt right on his eager tongue. 

“You’re too hot,” You moan, feeling his hands go straight back to your ass to force more of those harsh grinds against him. “If you could see yourself right now–” Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you feel his moaned out chuckle hit you right in the clit. It’s like he knows he makes you feel good, but does he really? 

Does he truly understand how fucking good at this he is?

 “God, if you could feel how good your tongue is–” You continue, now losing yourself in the heat of the moment, feeling his fingers nearly bruise your ass with the death-grip he has on you. 

He nods his head in what little space he has as he spirals into heaven behind his eyes. The smell of you suffocates him, the taste of you drowns him, the weight of you is nothing short of sexy as hell. This is all he could ever want. A pretty girl using and abusing his face, much like he wants to do to you. But oh, there’s so, so much he wants to do after so long of having no one but himself. 

Eat you out, finger fuck you, slide his cock down that pretty little moaning throat of yours, grip that hair and kiss those tits. God, he wants to do everything right now but he can’t bear to push this perfect clit off of his lips. He cannot fathom losing the taste of you and the way you clench around the tip of his tongue. 

Oh fuck.

“Ahh- '' Jake moans open-mouthed against your clit as his brain hits a wall, his cock standing stiff from behind you as he spills out against himself again. Untouched completely, he cums without any effort where as previously it took him hours just to get off because he’d grown so fucking bored of everything. 

You’ve ignited him. His drive is higher than it’s ever been after being neglected for so long. God, he wants to fuck you so full that you can’t bear to leave him. 

“Fuck–” He continues, trying to lend licks between his jerking body to keep your arousal peaked. “See how bad I need it?” 

He finally manages to pull back, feeling you lift from his face just for a moment after noting the way his entire body is shaking. He’s not having it though, as he cranes his neck in chase of your dripping hole once more.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He adds now, enveloping his lips around your clit again and using both hands to force you right back down on his face. 

There, you feel the way he almost passionately makes out with your pussy. As if he’s thanking you for a second orgasm within the past ten minutes. As if he truly can’t stop wanting to fuck something, someone, anything at all.

Goddamn, what a fucking deal. All hail the hook-up app that brought this insatiable sex beast to your apartment.

“Jake–” You start, grinding down for him and feeling his hands now move to rub up and down your back. “Keep your tongue in me.” You choke out, gripping his hair to hold his face in place as you sit his tongue inside of you, short and jerky thrusts forward to bump your clit against his nose. 

He’s gotten off twice now, it’s your turn. 

And you watch as he drops his arms from you and grips your outer legs through it, letting you use his face until he can’t breathe. Both of you are seeing stars through it, your orgasm bubbling up so quickly that you can barely warn him when your hips halt in a stiffened clench and he’s finishing the job for you. 

Your legs squeeze around his head, your fingers pull his hair, and still he manages to find the space to tilt his chin up just to tongue-fuck you deeper, just to rub his nose harshly against your clit, up until he feels your quivering pussy spill all over his chin, down his throat, stealing any breath or moan he could possibly give right now. 

You’re out of breath by the time you finally slide off of his face, your hands immediately shooting to both of his cheeks as your sensitive clit drags down his stomach for the easy position change. You wince when you lick against his lips at the sensitivity, being sure to seat yourself right against his cock. 

“Hah–” Jake lends a breathy laugh against the way you lick his lips, his hands going right back to your ass and landing a sharp slap to it. “Couldn’t even get our clothes off first.”

You take a second to pull back and look at him, noting the redness against his cheeks and nose, likely from your panties consistently getting in his way and then you chuckle back at him. You’re thankful for the short break the two of you seem to be taking at the moment. Still, you lift up from him just to remove your shirt, exposing your tits in an instant solely because you didn’t wear a bra for this exact purpose. 

He’s still hard, despite two orgasms. You feel him rubbing it against you every few seconds, right up against your saliva and cum-soaked panties which, mind you, are insanely uncomfortable right now. It feels as if they’re slicing through your thigh with the force of how Jake managed to keep them shoved out of his way. 

“Just lay back,” You smile at him, allowing him a longer rest for now as you take it upon yourself to remove the barriers. “Let me take care of you now.”

Jake has hearts in his eyes as he watches you. Normally, a girl would already be falling asleep after all that, leaving him with not enough orgasms and no actual fucking. It’s not his fault he could do foreplay for upwards of three to four hours before going for the finale. Which, arguably, can and will last several hours longer. 

Still, you appear to not be finished either, with your breathless smile and gentle hands. He bites his bottom lip through a smirk as he watches you, tits on full display to keep him satiated for now as you move around on the couch to get his pants off of him. He helps a bit with a little kick, his cock still so sensitive and pathetically weeping for more. He feels lucky to have found you, almost baffled that he may have met his match. 

You lend several glances at his cock, not quite realizing the way he’s blinking at you right now. To be fair, it’s only natural to have your attention on that thing right now. You swallow around your nervousness regarding the size but equally want him to fuck you senseless with it. You already feel entirely fucked out, but…that. Oh, that could change your life, probably. You can imagine he won’t be as gentle as you expected before all of this too. Would probably shove it in all in one go and lose his mind at the feeling. 

He’s probably going to split you open and make it feel good for you too. Somehow. 

Anyway, enough of that. You’ve still got to get his shirt off, your uncomfortable skirt and panties too. 

You make quick work of it, as you stand to your feet and expose yourself entirely to him. Jake just watches, humming and moaning at each new expanse of skin you show to him. He keeps his hands to himself though, likely so used to feeling of them that they’d bring no pleasure at this moment if he were to jerk off to you doing this. And you just…look right back at him.

“Come on,” You smile at him again, lending your hand out for him to grab. “Bedroom will be more comfortable.”

Right. Bedrooms exist.

Jake follows, cock heavy and sensitive against his thigh with each step as he tries to get up close behind you. His eyes stay on your ass as you walk in front of him, and it’s not hard for him to keep his hands on it. In fact, he’s touching you as often as he can, trying to remind himself that he’s with someone right now who actually wants him. 

You seem to be willing to let him do what he needs tonight, and hopefully it won’t be the only time. 

You feel him on you, clinging so closely, hands constantly groping, lips always trying to reach the back of your neck and shoulders, to the point it’s actually difficult to get to your bedroom because you want nothing more than to turn around and shove him against the wall, all to try and take him into your mouth just to see if you can.

He doesn’t really let you think about that for too long though, because the second you get to your bedroom, he’s grabbing you from behind and lifting you in his strong arms. You writhe in his grasp with playful giggles, feeling the strong hold he has on you, keeping you in place against him as he stumbles forward with a deep inhale into your neck.

He’s quick to make his way to your bed, dropping you onto it, flipping you over onto your back, and immediately slotting himself between your legs. He hovers over you for a minute, looking directly into your eyes as his hair falls forward. 

Somehow, you’re more focused on his face than you are of his cock that he’s sliding up and down your core right now. You reach up to his hair, brushing it out of his face and feeling the sticky sweat at his scalp. 

“Could eat you out again.” Jake mentions, hips thrusting against you but eyes calm and level with yours. “Could lock me up in here and just use me all day if you want.” He continues, partially being serious about it, but treating it as if it’s some kinky joke instead. 

Because let’s be honest. If there’s any job Jake could do better than anyone else, it’s be a woman’s fuck toy. Always ready to go, always stiff and horny, always willing to please. 

“Could slide in right now and let you feel how hard I am.” His voice gets breathier as he talks, and you can tell he’s just imagining everything he wants to do. He probably worries he’ll have to go home at some point tonight only to resume his search for potential fucks to keep his need satiated. 

He probably thinks he’s going to exhaust you. 

“Could let you do all of that and more.” You respond, lifting your hips just slightly to press his cock between your bodies, throwing your legs around his waist simultaneously with the way you wrap your arms around his neck. “You want me to lock you up in here?” 

Jake nods with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can imagine it. 

“Do you work tomorrow?” 

He shakes his head with another sigh, focusing on the way you keep humping up against his length, sliding yourself in whatever way you can against him. 

“Maybe I’ll just have to do that then.”

Oh, damn. 

The heart eyes are back. The very thought of being in this room all night and all day tomorrow drives his cock to pulse and twitch. Foreplay can come whenever, fucking can come whenever, he can cum whenever. There’s no need for a to-do list. No need for a specific structure of rules on how this needs to happen. Foreplay, sex, sleep. Not with Jake. 

Sex. foreplay. sex. foreplay. for hours. He’ll keep you up all night if he can, fucking and sucking every part of you, into the morning hours straight into tomorrow night. 

Free use with you from now until you’re tired of him. You can do anything you want to him but for now…

“Yeah?” Jake breathes out in excitement, arching his back slightly to let his cock land against your hole, and then he pushes forward slowly. The bulbous head spreads your lips and stretches out your slick pussy with ease as he continues to speak. “Feel that?”

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, fingernails already digging into his shoulders at the anticipation as your legs loosen around him. He continues to push forward, inch by inch, painfully slow as if he wants you to feel the burn and stretch even while being as wet as you are. 

“Ah–” He confirms for himself as he watches your face, wincing, mouth falling open. “Yeah, you feel it.”

God, yeah. You do. You feel the weight of his size inside of you, stretching you open so good he probably wouldn’t even have to move for it to hurt. But he does move, he does continue to slide in, savoring every second of your walls quivering and suffocating his cock. 

“Goddamn,” He groans, lifting up on both arms and bracing himself as he looks down, only to find he’s only slid half of his dick into you, and already you’re about as breathless as he is. “Didn’t realize how tight you’d actually be–” 

He chokes when he says it, sliding out little by little before fucking back in, pushing just a bit more into you.

“S’okay.” You try to reassure him, but it’s more for you than it is for him. You really didn’t think a cock could feel so big that it actually hurts, yet, here you are. “I’m adjusting.”

Jake moans at your broken voice, no longer holding himself back to look at your pussy grip him when he pulls out slightly. He looks at your face instead, witnessing how you take all of it in one solid movement from him. All of it, until he can feel his pelvis rest against your clit and your entire body stiffens in a tight hug around his body. 

“Mhm,” He leans back down now, humming against your cheek as he tries to control the urge to fuck. “Taking all of it, aren’t you?”

With those words, he slides out slightly before pushing back in again, trying to force your pussy to relax so that he can stop holding his breath. One hand finds its way to your leg to hold onto, the other holding himself up beside your head, and he just…watches. 

Little by little, he thrusts. Plunging into you in short-tight snaps of his hips just to watch your tits jiggle with the movements, up until he really, really can’t hold back anymore. 

You feel his cock leave you almost entirely, only to slam right back in and cause your vision to go white with a pang of pleasure. Your loud yelp pairs well with his relieved sigh of a grunt, and it appears that this is what breaks him entirely. 

That single, full thrust, lets him fall forward and nuzzle his nose against your neck and his body just goes. Instinctually chasing the deepest parts inside of you, hitting your cervix with each thrust only to drag back and make your toes go numb at the way your g-spot feels entirely too sensitive with this alone.

And god, Jake loves the way you cling through it. The way you moan each time he bottoms out, the way your nails cut into his back and the way your legs continuously fail to stay wrapped around him. He…

Oh no.

“I can go all night–” He breathes out through his relentless thrusts, almost as if he’s pleading with you. “I swear, I’m not done–” He continues to cut off his own words with choked moans as he pulls back and leans up, frantically forgetting to apologize over the fact that he’s already about to cum again.

And you feel him try to slide out, that face he made twice before already alerting you that he really must have so much to pump out of himself at this point. You don’t mind if he’s about to hit a third orgasm, in fact, you’re glad.

Your legs hold him in place as he fights to pull out, his eyes snapping to you in realization after the second time he tries. 

“No fucking way, you– you want it?” His eyebrows fall into that of a relieved release as he, too, falls right back down against your chest and lets his hips fuck freely. 

He’s not controlling it at this point. You feel him stretch you open more through his orgasm, rolling his hips but not pulling out even in the slightest now. Moving back and forth, as if trying to stuff you impossibly full while he releases those thick ropes of cum. It…feels so good even with the way the base of his cock continues to swirl and loosen you up in a painful stretch that almost feels like he’s ripping you open. Still, the pain is gone as he shakes on top of you, in fact, you feel your clit throb at the feeling of how big he is, of how hard he manages to stay. 

He didn’t even fuck you that roughly before this, but it feels like you’re already ruined. Ruined enough to want more. Enough to need more. 

“Bet that feels good,” You chuckle against his hair, feeling each pulse of him and loving the way he pants against your ear. “Not having to pull out, knowing you can fuck me for as long as you want.”

That only pushes his orgasm to hit harder. He thought he was nearing the end of it, but instead, his body goes into overdrive as more pulses of cum shoot out of him at your words. There’s so…so much of it he can give you. And if this is what you want, he’s the perfect man to do it for you. 

“Don’t say that, oh god–” Jake mumbles through the end of his orgasm, keeping himself tucked nice and deep into you as he releases his body weight and makes you feel slightly suffocated under him. “Please.”

Well, he minds his manners well enough, you shrug under him, clenching around his length unintentionally and reminding him that you genuinely can go all night, just like him.

Reminding him that maybe you really will just lock him up in this room all tonight, all tomorrow. He seems into the idea anyway, right? Both of you just free-use sex dolls for the time being…Hell yeah.

And as Jake catches his breath, he finally lifts up, pulling you with him, and sits you directly on his lap now.

“Keep going then, don’t let it get soft.” He nearly whimpers, solely due to the sensitivity his cock is now offering and the fact that after that third orgasm, he truly is gaining the ability to go flaccid between orgasms. 

And you follow his direction, though not entirely how he wanted you to. Instead of rolling your hips, you slip him right out of you and sink your face down between his legs, loving the way his cum spills out of you all the while. You don’t even say anything, not that you’d need to. He watches you, a smirk forming on his lips as he raises an arm and throws it over his eyes. 

“Shit, You’re so my type.” He groans out of the sexual frustration that still bubbles within him. You look so good down there with his cock just inches from your mouth. God, no woman has been able to go down on him for too long despite really fucking wishing they would. 

His hips always lose control, they don’t like face fucking, he’s too big to fit, they’re gagging too much, their jaw is hurting. What the fuck ever. Look at you, blinking up at him like you want nothing more in the world than to take it all down your throat. Ah, fuck, if you did that…

His hips buck up on instinct, forcing you to hold him down with your arms as you lick your lips. 

“You really live up to your promise, you know that?” You smile with warmed cheeks as you speak, blowing air gently against the head of his cock. It’s softened up a little, but it’s no longer going flaccid. You’re sure that the second you work it into your mouth, he’s going to be blocking your airways. 

Good. 

“You say that like I’m not overwhelming you with all of this,”  He chuckles as he moves his arm from his face and down to yours. “Most girls would have already sent me home.”

You circle your lips around the bulbous head, tasting the remnants of both you and him as you gently suckle before popping off and licking your lips. 

“Well, Jake–” You look back down and lend his cock a little kiss. “I’m not most girls. Besides, most guys get their nut and leave me hanging. You’ve gotten, what? Three orgasms by now? And you’re still in my bed? Wanting me to lock you up tomorrow too? What a fucking win.”

Jake rolls his eyes because you don’t even know the fucking half of it. If he were a normal guy, he probably would have done the same thing. Maybe not to you, but to others? Yeah. The thing is, he’s not like most guys. And you’re right in saying you’re not like most girls either, considering…your sex drive appears to be just as insatiable as his.

“Fuck, let me eat you out again–” Jake groans now, needing to pleasure you again, aroused by the fact that he’s basically met a female version of himself. Even if he’s just exaggerating and making himself believe such a woman could exist close enough to him. “Let me– Ahh…”

You cut off his words, dragging a loud and sensual moan from him as you sink down. Mostly to shut him up, mostly so you can return the favor for him from earlier before letting him have another lick of you. After all, you truly do appreciate him for all of this. 

“Mmf–” You mumble unintentionally, feeling each inch of his length that you swallow up pressing your tongue further and further down in your mouth. Up until you’re entirely open mouthed on him, gagging yourself when he hits your throat only to angle yourself up on your knees to point it straight down your throat instead.

It hurts, but you close your eyes in concentration, breathing through each gag, ignoring the dribble of saliva that runs from the corners of your mouth and– you swallow.

Mostly because you can’t suck. Again and again, you swallow around him just to stimulate his length, the girth stretching your lips out to the point you feel your jaw could break, but it doesn’t and it won’t. 

Within an instant of taking his whole length down your throat, you feel his hands in your hair. Your ears are ringing, otherwise you would also be listening to him choke on his words at how you’re doing this to him. All of it. You’re taking him in full, not leaving an inch out, seemingly proving that your mouth can be fucked just as good as your cunt.

He’s in heaven, head spinning as you stimulate him through each gag and sputtered out chokes of a moan. He can’t help it when he grabs your hair, he really doesn’t mean it when he pushes your head down while pressing his hips up. Essentially choking you and suffocating you in full with a paused hold. 

You brace yourself on his hips when he does this, squeezing your eyes shut and continuously gagging from the way he abuses your mouth with just that small movement, and then– he pulls back.

“Ahh,” He groans, snapping his hips back and holding you by the hair to keep you from chasing. “You like that?” He continues, letting you breathe but not answer at all before he’s pushing your head right back down, holding you there again and fucking his hips up repeatedly into your throat this time. 

The sounds are pornographic at best, concerning at worst. You, searching for air somewhere between his thrusts, the sounds of wet sputters, drooling, whimpered groans from him, and desperate gasps and gags from you. Truly, Jake is in heaven right now. With you, specifically, you’ve brought him to heaven.

For you, it feels like he does this forever. You’re losing the ability to comprehend what breathing ever was in the first place, thankfully though, Jake can see the tears pouring from your eyes and feel the way you fall slightly limp, letting him do as he pleases before he realizes– he may actually be overwhelming you now.

He snaps his hips back quickly, pulling you up and off of the last remaining inches of his weeping cock before taking a good, long look at your gasped breath and abused lips. Tongue licking out and eyes stained. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I–”

Instantly you press yourself down on him once again, resuming your original position of sliding him in until you can’t stand the feeling in your throat, gagging and swallowing around him time and time again. You feel proud of it, proud of the pain, proud of the suffocation. 

Fucking proud to not be finished with him compared to every other person, apparently. 

“Jesus–” He groans now, his entire body slouching against your bed as he slams his head back and starts petting your cheeks. “It’s like you were born for this. For me.”

You hum around the gags, growing accustomed to swallowing him up and feeling your jaw strain. And just a few moments later, you pull up with a deep breath, a smile, and you start rubbing your jaw. 

“Maybe I was,” You try to talk dirty, wanting to drive him insane. “You taste so good.” You add, dipping down again to lick a long stripe up the underside of his balls up to his tip. “Any girl should be proud to say you’d fuck her mouth like that.”

A twitch, he rolls his eyes back and clenches his jaw. 

“How are you so…” He breathes out, reaching his hands blindly for you, only to feel you shift on the bed and essentially sit your tits into both of his hands. “perfect?”

You shrug when he opens his eyes, you’re now hovering over him, both hands covering his on your tits as you force him to squeeze and grope. 

“Maybe it’s best to not ask questions.” You tilt your head playfully. “Besides, if I’m lucky maybe you’ll stop trying to find other girls to fuck. They can’t take care of you like I will, anyway.”

Oh, you damn fucking right they won’t. 

“You can have it any time you want.” Jake smiles, relishing in your tits warming under his palms, watching the way you hover over him tall and proud on your knees. “Could play with you every day and never get bored.” 

You feel him move his hand from under yours, going straight between your legs and sliding not two, but three fingers into you with ease.

“Still so wet too,” He hums, eyes narrowing at you with that same pretty grin. “You always this horny?”

You shake your head. 

“Not usually, you just turn me on.” 

Jake feels proud of that. He doesn’t feel like the odd ball with a dick that can’t be satiated no matter how many pussies he plows through in a night. Which, again, for the past year has been a total of zero pussy. You getting turned on by that makes him feel…capable. Makes him feel like maybe he can be put to use by a pretty girl. 

Makes him feel like his need is wanted and well taken care of. 

“So, I can keep calling you?” He asks now, fucking his fingers up, loving the warmth and slide, anticipating for when he gets to bury his cock in you again. 

“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure of how deep even his fingers reach. Kind of ready for him to stop talking and just focus on what he’s doing to you.

“Even if it’s every single day?” He continues to ask, now using his thumb against your clit. “Even if I need you in the middle of the night?”

Anything he wants if he can keep hitting your g-spot like this. 

“Yes, Jake,” You sigh out of aroused frustration, now wiggling your hips to chase that stimulation inside of you. “I’ll give you the fucking key to my apartment if you want. Just let you walk right in and start fucking me.”

His fingers move faster at the image, the implication of not just free-use, but true free use. Real free-use. 

“Yeah? Wake you up with my cock sliding into you?” He urges you to keep talking, now removing his other hand from your chest and circling it around his cock. “Just walk right in and get my mouth on you while all your friends are here?”

You lend a surprised chuckle, but pay no mind to his words past the arousal it brings to you. You’d tell him about how you have a total of like two friends, and half of the time they’re too busy to show up anyway. Still, the image is hot at the moment. All of it is hot. 

“You’d let me?” He continues pressing every button both physically and mentally, unaware of how easy it is for him to talk as if it’s a normal conversation solely because it’s kind of his general state of living at this point. You, on the other hand, are not used to having a full conversation while your g-spot gets abused. “Even if you’re not home? Let you come home and find me fucking myself for you?”

Oh.

“Fuck–” You groan out at the image, feeling his fingers reach so perfectly, thinking of how it would feel to walk into your apartment just to see this pretty man chasing that tight ring of fingers his fist creates. Probably so turned on and frustrated that you’re not home…so frustrated that all he could do is drop to the floor and start fucking. “God, yeah.”

So that’s what you’re into. You love that he’s that pathetic to fuck. And lucky for you, he’s more than willing to continue to be that fucking pathetic. 

“Does that feel good?” He hums now, watching how you fuck yourself against his fingers, lifting slightly to lick against your nipple. “Can I use my cock again?” He babbles almost, brain on constant loop of you actually giving him free reign of your apartment someday so he can come and–”Please, do this on my cock.”

This is the second time he’s asked you to ride it, and you think that may be one time too many. You almost feel guilty for taking him down your throat first, but then again, you don’t. Your body vibrates knowing you’re about to split yourself open on him again, only this time having full control. 

“You want me to sit on it, Jake?” You smile, thrusting your hips down and sinking his fingers into you so deep that you physically can see his brain malfunction. 

The frantic nod he gives is somehow less powerful than how he lifts his hips, forcing you higher on your knees as his fingers slip out of you and immediately land in his mouth. 

Man, this guy must love the taste of pussy. The image of him doing that alone is insanely arousing to you as you lend him a short nod and slide back, your pussy sucking in the head of his cock instantly as if the two of you move together so well, that it was only natural to not need a guiding hand for it. 

He sinks his head deep into the mattress with the way you try to sink down on him. He holds his breath with those same fingers in his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut at how tight you still are, how wet you still are. 

And he’s shocked, almost, at the way you just keep sliding down. Not letting yourself re-adjust to his size, holding your own breath and bracing yourself on his abdomen just to keep balance and you wince through the stretch. 

“That’s it.” Jake soothes your hips as you sit, clenching around each one of his twitches inside of you. “Doing so good.” He breathes out this time, trying to hold back his moan just for a moment as he awaits your moan first.

And it comes quickly when you lean back rather than against him, arms by his knees as you practically present his cock to him buried entirely into you with this position. He lifts his head and stares at it before reaching his thumb to your clit, immediately pressing hard circles against it. 

“Ride it,” He pleads now. “God, please ride it.” He loses his mind at the image, really, as you do start moving. 

Pained whimpers falling from your lips as you circle your hips, fucking just an inch of him in and out of yourself, forcing the deepest part of your pussy to take the abuse more than anything else. And you know he loves it with the way his thumb stops rubbing your clit, with the way he can’t decide on if he should look or throw his head back and fall into the sensation. 

It’s really cute to witness, and you’d lean forward to kiss him if you had the strength to do it, but you don’t. In fact, all the strength you have is currently bubbling up inside of you with a sharp, almost burning sensation. 

You know exactly what this is. You’ve practiced it time and time again alone in this bed. 

“Oh, oh shit, Jake–” You groan as you frantically start moving your hips through the full and splitting feeling of him inside of you. Your voice sounds so panicked, it almost scares him. And honestly? Had he not have finger fucked you against your g-spot previously perhaps you could last longer on him, but no. 

“What– What’s wrong?!” Jake’s voice is broken when he quickly leans up, hugging around you as you continue to ride against him, faster now, chasing, chasing, chasing. 

Pushing, pushing, pushing.

“No, no!” You moan out, shoving him back against the bed and now lifting entirely from his length before slapping your own clit, fast, rough circled motions before each slap. “Oh, shit!” You nearly yell, witnessing it squirt from your body straight against his abdomen and chest. 

Jake just watches, mouth agape and eyes wide. 

“Oh–” He stares. “Oh yeah?” 

And you’re not even done when he seemingly takes full control. Allowing all that squirt to fall out of you, ignoring your shaking legs, tipping you straight back and plunging his cock right back into that release of pressure inside of you.

“You just weren’t gonna tell me you could do that?” He grunts against your ear, fucking into you so hard and so fast that your orgasm just keeps coming. It feels too good to speak, too good to breathe. 

Even as it subsides and you’re trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t let you. He just keeps going, grunting incoherently against your ear, snapping his hips harder than you think he’s probably ever done before. 

Honestly, with each yelp you let out, your sensitivity goes from being unbearably painful to–

“Do it again–” He urges you. “Give me another one.” Babbling, cooing, fucking moaning all over your neck until his lips hit yours. 

Somehow, that gives him exactly what he wants as he feels your legs tense up and fall open around him. Your pelvis slamming into his so hard that it’s, quite literally, splashing out of you in loud and painful sounds. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He nods and whispers against your tongue, sucking it into his mouth before licking into yours, nearly rabid with the way he’s both kissing and fucking you, he can’t help it. He forgot words the second he felt the gush rush past his length, trying to force it out of you only for him to go harder. Like hell he’s not going to feel you literally squirt on his cock. “So fucking messy.”

At one point, you think you might have actually died. You’re not sure but you swear you saw him fucking you in third person for two solid seconds before being slammed right back into your body. The pleasure genuinely is so overwhelming that…well, suddenly you understand why girls probably think he’s too much.

But goddamn he’s…so good. Like, you remember him mentioning his body count through his one-sided sext session with you and you can argue his inexperience probably made this that much better. He’s a fucking natural. 

And as he continues fucking into you, all you can do is lend him a distant smile. You’re definitely not experiencing real life at this moment, and you know he sees it with the way he lifts and keeps his eyes on your zoned out expression. 

“Look at you.” He echoes against your walls. “So, so pretty.” 

And he just keeps doing that, whispering praises, working you through his presumed last orgasm of the night because he genuinely can’t not fill you up with his cum one last time before letting you rest. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The rest didn’t last long, but to be fair you didn’t need it to. All night, and all day. That promise was kept and Jake remained insatiable throughout all the time he spent with you.

To the point you very nearly felt strange about him leaving. Like you’d grown so accustomed to having someone literally attached to you at the dick that you knew the loneliness and silence would hit you a little too hard once he leaves. 

And, well, he does leave in a sense, but not completely. 

Though you never truly meant that offer in the midst of sex-talk, Jake seemed to have clinged to the idea of it. Lock him up, but still give him the key. 

Never in your life would have imagined giving a person the key to your apartment, and yet…there he goes. Backing out of a guest parking spot in front of your building with your spare fucking apartment key in his pocket right next to those fucking panties. 

Whatever you say, beautiful

ot13 seventeen : where they take you after saying "I know a place"

seungcheol : to a private beach on a luxurious island from private jet 😭

jeonghan : his dorm room

Joshua : by a beautiful river/hill/garden type place

Junhui : cat cafe

Hoshi : zoo (to see tigers)

Wonwoo : gaming arcade

Woozi : bitch took you to his studio

Minghao : to a cute little traditional cafe outside the city where it's quiet and peaceful and you can hear birds chirping kinda place

Mingyu : gym

Seokmin : a little garden where he set up a picnic and all 😭

Seungkwan : his workplace. It was bring your partner to work thing that day.

Vernon : fucking subway

Dino : like a club or bar or something