How About Sub Jungwon Who Is Inexperienced And Sensitive To Your Touch, The Reader Is A Devious Dom.

how about sub jungwon who is inexperienced and sensitive to your touch, the reader is a devious dom. he gets flustered when you ask to give him a bj and he unknowingly agrees, getting shy and hard at the thought of you on your knees for him. and when ur mouth is on him, he can't keep still. moaning and writhing when you suckle his tip, and make him cum too many times to count cuz you're obsessed with the blissful look on his face. wanting to play with him till he can't no more...

OH MY GOD ? ☝️😟 anon... i needed this

sub!jungwon who is so utterly sensitive whenever you touch him :( watching as you get on your knees to unbuckle his pants and pull them down. the way you so effortlessly take his half hard cock out of his underwear and begin to place kisses on his thighs, your hand wrapped around his length and slowly jerking him off. he has only dreamt of you sucking him off but now that he's seeing it and it's happening, he can't help but feel so pathetic at how flushed his face gets. he knows he's breathing rather erratically but he doesn't know any better </3 “you thought about me like this, hm?” you asked him, noting how he could barely maintain any sort of eye contact, causing you to giggle at his awkward stature.

“can't believe no one's had you like this... so pretty.” you hummed before lapping at the tip of his cock, jungwon immediately reacting to your mouth. he let out an exasperated sigh, looking down to watch as you closed your eyes blissfully to take his entire length in your mouth. “love sucking you off, wonie. tastes so good.” the words that left from your lips felt like heaven, and the way you bobbed your head up and down his length always sent shivers down his spine.

sucking or jerking jungwon off is not a once in a while thing, but something you rather love doing to see how sensitive he is. the way his cock twitches at the palm of your hand or how quickly he cums in your mouth, barely being able to notify you before he orgasms. you love having jungwon at your complete mercy, being able to toy with your sensitive boyfriend to test his limits. whether that is with his cock down your throat, suckling at the precum that gathered at the tip of his cock, loving the flustered look he'd give you every single time.

thinking about pathetic sub!jungwon who cums just from you licking and lapping at the tip </3 he'd be so embarrassed but revels in the feeling

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT (p.js)

pairing: ceo!jay x reader (f)

summary: when the stress caused by his high working position and the little nights of sleep start affecting jay, he can’t think of anything better than taking you in every surface of the house.

warnings: 5% plot 95% smut. missionary, rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), fingering, blowjob, cream pie, slight cnc (but not really), pet names (doll, pretty, baby), reader calls jay ‘daddy’, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mean!dom jay, deepthroat, aftercare. lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

wc: 4.0k

published: 25th May 2024

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a/n: ok, there was another whole sex scene but i didn’t want to overdo it so here ya go. LIKE & REBLOG TO SPREAD! & let me know your thoughts <3

Jay was beyond exhausted and he was sure that hadn’t he been that kind, he would’ve strangled someone. 

Not only did he have four meetings in the span of twelve hours but he also had a painful hard-on since lunch time that he still hadn’t dealt with.

He could’ve taken care of it in the car, but the thought of coming home and sleeping beside you was more tempting than whacking off. 

As soon as he entered the house, Jay dropped his working bag that hit the floor with a heavy thud. Unbuttoning his shirt, he walked to the kitchen and hung it on the side of the chair. 

He headed to the cupboard and took out one of his dear glasses that his father-in-law had gifted him for your wedding anniversary. He took the bottle of Whiskey beside it and poured plenty. 

Jay rested his back against the countertop and sighed heavily,

slowly sipping the drink until its content was gone. Feeling slightly better, but not as much as to forget the evident bulge making his pants feel a few sizes tighter, he left the kitchen and walked to the living room.

“Jay?” Your hoarse voice snapped him out of his thoughts, he looked at you standing in front of the sofa where you were just sleeping, waiting for him. Your hair a little messy while you rubbed your eye. You were wearing one of his old shirts, not even bothering to put a pair of pants on. 

You looked so perfect, like an angel that went to earth just to save him— and so his to ruin. 

Jay walked toward you without even caring about anything else and took your chin in his grasp, pulling you into a hungry kiss. 

You hummed in surprise, your sleepy mind still slow in processing what was happening, but soon enough you kissed him back.

He pushed you down on the couch again, making you lay as he got on top of you “Are you doing to make daddy feel better?” He asked in a husky voice. 

You knew exactly what he meant, his hips rocking against yours, rubbing the bulge on your clothed core. He was stressed, he needed something to relieve it, something to make it feel better— and you were down to help him, even if it meant giving him your body.

“Yes.” You breathed out “Want you to feel better, daddy.” 

“Good girl.” He groped your breast through the fabric of the loose t-shirt, groaning when he felt your nipples harden, no bra to stop his palm to feel them “You know what’s next, don’t you?”

You nodded and opened your legs, wider, making room for him to kneel in the middle.

Jay raised your shirt, making it rest just below your chin, your tits on full display. Now, his cock twitched in his pants, already sensitive from being neglected for so much, just the sight of you under him was enough to make it leak with precum. 

“Mine.” He murmured, one hand sneaking up to wrap around your neck. You raised your head slightly and his lips found yours in a hungry kiss.

Jay bit down on your bottom lip, not enough to draw blood but enough to make it pulse. 

His hand went down to grasp your thigh, opening it wider. You bucked your hips, your clit rubbing against his own thigh. 

Jay chuckled “So needy. Do you need me that much, baby? All worked up already?” He bent down and raised your hips, removing your panties and throwing them on the floor.

You were already so wet it was ridiculous, slick dripping down the sofa “Jay.” You breathed out. 

“Yes, baby?” He asked, raising his glance to look at you “Use your words.” 

You bucked your hip, needing something to release the bothering feeling between your legs. 

Jay tsked “Say please.” You looked into his eyes, so desperate “Please— feels so uncomfortable.” 

He smiled “I’ll fix that.” He leaned back down, pushing your thighs apart. He started pressing hot, open mouthed kisses all over your inner thighs, right above where you needed him the most. 

“So pretty.” Jay whispered and then gave one kitten lick to your clit, tasting you. You gasped, your head thrown back already. 

As he started licking, sucking on your wet folds you sneaked one hand behind his head, grasping his hair “Oh, lord.”

He pulled away, his eyes dark. "Not lord. Jay.” Then he dived again between your legs. 

Jay’s tongue darted out, tasting you. Slow, long licks, taking his savouring you.

 “Yes!” You exclaimed, bucking your hips, making his nose hit your clit. “Stay still," He ordered. "You're being a naughty girl, baby." 

“Mh— I’m sorry.” You said, looking down at him “I think I’m gonna have to punish you.” He spanked your thigh, making you whimper.

Jay grinned feral and licked agai. “I’ll stop if you keep moving, understand?”

You nodded, trying your best not to move your hips “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He murmured and then licked a long strap from your bud. 

However, as he licked a certain spot, your hips bucked up again. Jay pulled away immediately, frowning "Didn’t I say to stay still, doll? Didn’t I?"

“M’sorry.” You said “Feels so good.” Jay cooed "I know, baby." He spanked your thigh again. "But you keep moving. Don’t you wanna be good?"

Another whimper left your lips, the red mark of his finger forming on your skin “Wanna be good for daddy.” 

"Yeah? Then behave, or I'm gonna leave you like this." Jay said, his breath hot against you. "Don’t move." He threatened.

He stuck his tongue back on your clit, licking slowly. You grasped the fabric of the sofa, keeping your hips glued to it. 

Jay kept his licks slow, occasionally inserting his tongue just to pull it out right away “Look at you,” He spat on your pussy “Being so good for me.” 

You moaned out “Jay,” You said “Jay, don’t stop.”

And he didn’t, working you harder, wanting to pull moans out of you “You like this?”

You moaned when he sucked on your sensitive bud “S’good.“ Your eyes squeezed “I’m gonna—“

As you pronounced those words, his tongue detached from you, he raised himself, licking his lips.

You squirmed, a disappointed sound leaving your mouth “What's wrong, baby?” He asked, rubbing his thumb on your inner thigh.

“Was close.” You pouted while Jay just grinned “I know, doll.” 

"Then why'd you stop?” You whined. 

Jay tsked "Y/N, you don't get to talk back to me like that. Don’t you remember what I said? I was going to punish you for moving."

You nodded and closed your lips before you could anger him any further. Jay smiled slyly and moved to stand in front of your face, unzipping his pants, removing both them and his boxers.

“You know what to do, baby.” He said, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You looked so pretty, all ready just to be used by him. 

You completely laid on the sofa and turned your head to face his red tip, so hard. You gave it a small lick and kisses. 

You knew he was just letting you do that, he was the one in control anyways. 

You maintained eye contact with him as you took him in your mouth, trying to fit his whole length inside your throat. 

"Oh, baby—“ His head leaned back, his hand gripping your hair firmly. “You're so pretty like this."

However, your movements were slow and steady, not the kind of blowjob you knew Jay liked. 

He groaned and pulled you away by your hair. "Stop it.” He reprimanded, looking down at you. "You always have to push it, huh?"

Jay slapped your tit, making you whimper out “You wanna be a brat, mh? You like the feeling of my hand on you?"

You nodded, rubbing your thighs together, desperate to soothe the aching feeling between them.

Jay leaned in, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth. “Use your words, baby." You hummed “Yes daddy, like it.” 

Jay gave you one of his killer smirks before pressing his tip back on your lips, making you open up as he pushed himself back inside your warm mouth. 

He gripped your hair, using you to seek pleasure, his hips bucking back and forth. 

“Yeah, just like that.” He gave one rather big thrust, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to you gagging, but that one was stronger than the others and he was worried, so he pulled himself out, not wanting to hurt you. 

He pulled gently on your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

"You okay, doll?"

You took a deep breath and just smiled up at him, wrapping your lips back around his throbbing cock. 

Jay let out a small growl, “Such a good girl for me.” He kept his hand behind your head, bucking his hips. 

He could see spit coating your chin, falling down the floor onto his discarded clothes but he didn’t mind. Not when you looked so straight out of a porn, the squelching sounds of gagging and spit filling the room. 

“Yes,” He panted, speeding his thrusts “Just like that.” You looked up at him and gripped his hips, trying to steady yourself as he used your mouth to jerk off.

Jay’s breaths were coming out as gasps, his hand gently rubbing on your shoulder to make you lay back better. He pulled out and walked to stand behind your head. 

Your head was barely on the sofa “Open up.” He said, his body hovering on yours for a deepthroat. 

You opened your mouth and soon felt his whole length down your throat, you tried your best not to gag, tears threatening to roll down your  cheeks. 

Jay groaned, twitching inside your mouth. His fingers went to pinch your nipples as he began to move again, slower that time. 

Your eyes rolled back, gagging and breathing through your nose, his balls gently tapping against your nose every time he thrusted. 

Jay put one hand on your throat, feeling his cock moving underneath the skin. He twitched inside you, already so close. 

He slapped your tits one more time, watching as his fingers’ marks appeared on your chest. 

The humming sound you let out sent vibrations through his whole body, making him cum right there. 

His warm seed slowly dripped down your throat, the bittersweet taste making you moan around it. 

Jay pulled out as you took a few deep breaths, looking up at him through glossy eyes and spit coated face. 

He leaned down, his thumb wiping the corner of your lips. "So pretty like that." He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips

You gave him a sloppy kiss “I need to clean you up.” He stated, raising himself and walking into the kitchen.

You waited there, laid on the sofa, but the aching feeling between your legs still hadn’t gone— if not, it was stronger than before. 

You pushed yourself up and followed him shortly, hugging his back as you saw him taking a cloth from the drawer. 

Jay smiled warmly and turned around to hug your waist, placing a small kiss on your head “You good?” He asked gently.

You just looked up at him and took one of his hands that rested on your waist to guide it down until it reached your heat. 

He raised a brow, his fingers slowly circling your clit “What do you want, doll?” His tone was low again. 

“Want to cum too.” You rested your head on his chest, your breath growing heavier. 

Jay started rubbing a tiny bit harder, his free hand running through your hair. "You need it, baby?"

You nodded, your hand grasping his forearm to steady yourself and not jerk away as he rubbed your sensitive bud. His hand, instead, went to raise your chin, making you look up “Want me to help you?”

“Please Jay,” You pleaded, your eyes glossy “Be a good girl this time.” 

You bit down your bottom lip, humming “Yeah? Gonna behave for daddy?” His hand sped up, his thumb applying pressure over that sensitive spot.

You bucked your hips in response, feeling the knot tightening inside your stomach “Shh, baby. Take what I give you.” 

Jay’s eyes were focused on you, watching your every reaction. his other hand moved to cradle the back of your head, keeping you focused on him. 

As his fingers kept working on your sensitive bud, your mouth fell agape "Keep your eyes on me, baby," He whispered. "Look at me, not away from me." He said, starting to speed up.

You fought to keep your eyes open not to anger him and make him deny you another orgasm as pretty moans fell from your lips like music to his ears. 

Your hand went to grasp his muscled forearm, your whole body trembling as the knot in your stomach snapped, making you fall apart.

Jay’s fingers slowed down when you trembled, bringing you back to reality. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you were still trembling. "There you go, I’ve got you. He whispered against your hair “Did so well for me”. 

As you slowly came down of your high, you looked up at him with glossy eyes, your euphoria still lingering, sending small shivers through your body. 

Something primal awoke inside his gaze “Lord.” He groaned, pulling you into a heated kiss.

His hands ran down your spine, resting on the small of your back, keeping you as close to him as possible.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tiptoed to reach his height. 

Jay’s hands ran up your back, his mouth finding your neck. He started nibbling. "Mine," he mumbled. "So mine." His hands left your back to grab your thighs, lifting you up.

Jay turned you around and placed you on the countertop; He was devouring you, his teeth grazing your skin as he sucked and bit on your neck.  

You could feel him harden against your inner thigh as his hands travelled down your chest to squeeze your tits, twirling and pinching your nipples.

You moaned when he claimed your mouth again, your own hand moving to pump his shaft “Fuck.” He groaned, bucking his hips forward. 

“You look so good on my counter.” He said, his breath coming out into puffs. His hips kept rocking forwards, fucking your fist. 

“Want to make you feel better, daddy.” You murmured against his lips, your voice so innocent and weak made his cock twitch. 

Jay’s fingers curled around your chin, holding you still “Want to make daddy feel better? Want to be a good girl—Shit.” He groaned “For me?”

“Yes, daddy.” You breathed out, the mushroom tip teasing your entrance “Please, I’ll make you feel good.” 

Jay hummed, removing your hand from his cock to kiss you deeply again “I know baby,” His lips brushed your bottom lip “You always do, mh?” He fisted your hair, “Daddy’s good girl.” 

Jay patted your thigh and you complied with his wishes, wrapping your legs around his waist. He lifted you up as if you weighed nothing and hurried upstairs, not wanting to waste more time. 

He kicked the door of your bedroom open while your lips were still attached and gently laid you on the bed. He pulled away to stare at your figure, so pretty just for him. 

He crawled on top of you and trailed kisses all over your naked body, not leaving even one spot untouched by his lips “So gorgeous.” 

His lips trailed down your collarbone to your chest, licking your sensitive nipples and then down your stomach until he was about to reach your clit— His phone ringtone started ringing all around the house from downstairs, the quiet of the night not leaving any doubt. 

Jay groaned, resting his head on your hip. He was a very composed person and set a different ringtone for all of his contacts so that he knew who was calling. It couldn’t be ignored since that classical music belonged to one of his most important foreign partners.

"Do not move." He warned, getting out of bed and disappearing into the hallway.

You waited for him, laying on the bed. You took the time to relax a little from your previous orgasm, staring at the ceiling. 

Jay came back around ten minutes later, his whole aura darker than the one he had when he first stepped in the house.

His brows were knitted and he closed the door, dangerously slow. He crawled on the bed and spread your legs open. 

You watched him through puzzled eyes but Jay didn’t even spare you a glance as he aligned himself to your entrance and thrust himself inside without even a warning. 

A pained whimper left your mouth, your eyes squeezing and body growing rigid. You weren’t exactly as wet as you were ten minutes before and his cock wasn’t exactly small, so the stretch was painful. 

“Y/N.” He whispered against your skin, not moving as you clenched around him. His breath was hot on your skin, his fingers running up the side of your waist in a soothing way "Needed this.” 

Jay started moving, slowly, he sighed and pulled away so he could look down at you “Relax baby, you need to relax.” 

Your walls kept clenching and sucking him in, the pain spread all over your lower region, making you choke out a gasp. 

He groaned when he heard you gasp, but he was too focused on his own relief to pull away. "So good, baby." He panted.

Jay’s hands moved up your sides, trailing feather light across your skin “Sorry, just—“ His eyes squeezed shut “Just take it.”

He kept pounding inside of you, rubbing slow circles on your clit to help you relax. When the pain subdued to the pleasure, you let out a moan.

“That’s it, doll.” He groaned “So good.”

“Jay,” You breathed out, your hands going to scratch his back, your hips moving with the same rhythm as his, making you two a single person.

He twitched inside of you “Christ, Y/N— Say that again.” You rolled your eyes back as he hit a certain spot “Jay!” 

"That's my girl," He said huskily, “Yeah, baby." His hands gripped your hips and pressed him close to you “Need to be closer."

Your breath was coming out in pants “Feels so deep.” You murmured and Jay placed one hand behind your head, grasping your hair and lifting your head. 

Jay made you watch himself go in and out, his shaft disappearing just to reappear, making you moan “See?” You reached out your tummy and pressed where you could see the shadow of his bulge, the moan that escaped his lips made you clench around him. 

“My perfect girl.” Jay cooed and then let go of your hand, making it fall on the pillow. He gripped both of your hips and quickened his pace, rutting inside of you at an animalistic speed. 

His chest pressing into yours. "Take my fucking cock." he groaned, his hips moving faster “Good?"

You just nodded, “Fuck— Mh, daddy.” He slapped your pussy, sending shivers all around your body “No cursing.” He nagged, making you whimper “Sorry.” 

“S’okay.” He reassured, slapping another time your pussy just to see you quiver underneath him “Close?” 

You nodded again “S’close— Don’t stop.” You pleaded, your own hand moving down to circle your clit. 

It didn’t take much for you to cream his cock, your walls clenching so hard around him as your body shuddered.

"Yeah," He told you, his fingers digging in your hips, keeping you pinned down. "There you go," He mumbled.

However, Jay’s thrusts never faltered, if not he moved faster, chasing his own release. He looked down to see the white circle of cum around his cock, his head thrown back in pleasure.

Your whole body shook in overstimulation, “Jay,” You panted, trying to push his chest away “T-too much.” 

His hands stayed pressed into your hips, holding them down into the mattress. "Shh, baby," he groaned. "You can take it, I know you can.” 

You shook your head, your toes curling as a broken whimper left your mouth “Just a little more.” 

Jay pressed a small kiss on your earlobe, whispering “So good, you feel so good.” Your mind was hazy, your eyes closed with the amount of pleasure you were receiving. 

But Jay still didn’t fall apart, his release was close but he was doing his best to hold back. 

Your legs were tired so you wrapped them around his waist, your nails digging in his back, making you moan out “Ngh— J-Jay.. I can’t.” Tears pooled your eyes, threatening to fall out. You felt another knot tighten in your lower belly, your mouth falling agape. 

Jay noticed your body language and smirked, his thrusts so fast and rough the headboard slammed against the wall, along with the sound of skin slapping and the wet noises from your pussy. 

Your back arched from the mattress, your body shuddering as you reached your third orgasm of the night. 

At the same time, Jay’s mouth formed an ‘O’, his own seed filling you up. His thrusts slowed, pumping you full of his cum, not even letting a single drop fall out. 

You were a moaning mess, shivers rocking through your body “Shh,” Jay cooed, running his thumb on your sweaty cheek “I’ve got you.” 

He held you close to himself, waiting for you to come down of your high. He gently kissed your lips, breathing each other. Your bodies mended, melting together just like your souls. 

You then pulled away, looking at him with glossy and teary eyes, your cheeks flushed and hair sticking to your neck from

the sweat. 

Jay smiled softly, “My love.” He murmured, pressing a featherlight kiss on your brow “My girl.” 

You smiled back at him, “Better now?” You asked, your voice hoarse. 

He chuckled and raised himself from your body, reluctantly peeling his skin away from you “You always make me feel better.” 

After a warm shower, filled with massages and small making out sessions, both you and Jay were laying on the bed, the light rays of light belonging to the early morning hours entered from the curtains. 

You rested your head on his chest as his fingers slowly trailed up and down your back. 

“I really don’t want to go to work.” He murmured, his nose filling with the smell of your shampoo “Don’t go.” You said back, “Stay with me.”

Jay shook his head “I can’t.” He placed a small kiss on your head. 

“Why not?” You frowned “Just one day.” He pulled you closer, hugging your arm. “I have an important meeting today.”

You sighed “You always do.” Jay chuckled at your words “You want to know why I’m enduring so many working hours?” 

You nodded, looking up at him “Why? Money, it doesn’t miss in your life.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He smiled “But I never know how the company will go in the future, it may fail or go bankrupt and I want to save enough money to let our children have a good life.” 

You widened your eyes, raising your head from his chest “You said our children.” 

Jay pecked your lips “I did.” You blinked faintly, “You want to have a family with me?” 

He took your face in his hands, gently rubbing his fingers on your cheeks “First, I want to marry you.” He placed one kiss on your forehead “Then, I want to have a baby with you, or maybe two.” He kissed your nose, “And at last I want to grow old and grey with you.”  He kissed your lips deeply.

“I want a life with you, Y/N. You’re the only one that can make me feel alive.” And it was then, the moment you swore to never leave Jay’s side, no matter the complications that occurred.

BOYFRIEND — jake sim [repost]

landing page. main masterlist.

pairing: boyfriend jake x afab reader

genre: mild fluff, smut (mdni)

plot: jake has the day off work, so wakes up with the want to only be in your arms. when you have other ideas, it doesn't take long for him to get you to change your mind.

wc: 881

warnings under the cut.

warnings: mentions of food, soft jake, quickly turns horny, very minimal oral (f. receiving), dry humping to orgasm.

YOU SIGH SOFTLY AND FLIP OVER IN YOUR SLEEP, FEELING SUDDEN WARMTH COVERING YOUR FRONT.

You frowned and opened your eyes, but your frown was soon replaced with a wide smile at the sight of your boyfriend before you.

Jake’s eyes were fluttering between open and closed; his lips turned up into a small smile while his hair stuck out which every way. You nuzzled closer, your lips barely brushing his. He pouted enough so he could peck your pout, and then he let out a content hum.

You laughed and rolled your eyes before you pulled away to sit up. This caused the blanket to fall from Jake’s shoulders, Jake groaned in response before he tried to pull it to wrap it back up under his neck. “Why are you getting up? It’s still way too early.”

You roll your eyes and land a soft slap to Jake’s stomach. “You know that when I’m away, I can’t go back to sleep. Plus, it’s like 10 o’clock, and I’m starving, so I’m going to make some breakfast.”

Jake finally sits up and nods his head sleepily, mumbling, “‘M coming with you.”

You smile and get out of bed, reaching down to slip on Jake’s discarded t-shirt from the night before, which he threw off in a fever haze. Your bedroom was abnormally hot sometimes.

Jake followed after you in just his boxers, trying to hold back a yawn. He followed you to the kitchen, sitting at the island with his hands carefully folded on top, his eyes watching your every move.

“What would you like? Something sweet, or savoury?” You asked, but Jake seemed not to listen as his eyes watched you with pure love, his lips turned up in a subconscious smile. You rolled your eyes, turning to face him with a stern look on your face. “I said-“ You began, which ended in a squeal.

Jake rushed off the stool and grabbed your hips, picking you up to sit you on the countertops as his lips attached to your neck, leaving playful kisses along the skin.

Your hands went to Jake’s shoulders, gently pushing them as you let out a not-so-convincing whine, “I’m hungry.”

Jake pulled back enough to smirk and wiggle his eyebrows. “Well then, let me satisfy your appetite, my love.”

You rolled your eyes, but watch eagerly as your boyfriend falls to his knees before you, his hands grabbing your knees and pushing them open before he pressed a gentle kiss to your thigh. You wore nothing but his t-shirt, so he smiled as he found he had easy access to your body.

Your hands tangled into his hair, your expression eager for more. Jake smirks up at you, letting loose a tut. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already so needy for me, baby.”

“Shut up,” You mumble, just trying to push his head closer to the place you needed him most.

Jake laughed at your reaction, but did as you asked and stuck out his tongue to lick a stripe up between your legs before he pressed his tongue to your clit, eliciting a moan from you. You lent your head back against the cupboard and closed your eyes, basking in the feeling.

Jake’s tongue flicked small, yet powerful movements of your clit. You were moaning faster than when you played with yourself along, and your back began to arch to hint you were close. Jake wasn’t satisfied to let you come so soon, though, and pulled away, standing back from his knees to land between your legs.

His hands gripped your hips again, his lips attacking yours with gentle kisses before he pulled your body as close to the edge of the counter as he could so he could lazily grind against you.

You moaned into his mouth and moved your hips back just as lazily, leaning your head back again so he had full access to attack your neck with kisses.

Jake kissed, sucked and nipped at your neck lovingly, his hips rolling against yours. The pair of you failed to have sex the night previous, both too hot and tired to even attempt it, so you were both needy and all pent up.

You rocked your hips back against Jake’s, your moans becoming needier and louder. When he used one harsh thrust against you, it cased his boxers to sit against your core deliciously. The material was soft, yet firm enough to good great friction.

Jake seemed to just know you wanted to let loose so soon, and so he went back to rocking his hips against yous. Your breaths merged as his forehead leant against yours, Jake relishing in the sounds you were making. He began to grunt, coming close to his own release.

Some more grinding, and soon enough you let out whimpers into Jake’s shoulder as you released on his boxers, and you felt wetness form from not just yourself, but him too as Jake let loose in the fabric of his underwear.

You cringed as you felt sticky on your thighs and mumbled, “Great, now I need to clean the counters again.”

“Oops?” Jake offered before he grabbed the backs of your thighs and led you to the bathroom to continue on to the next round.

a film to miss.

pairing! 𓇼 female reader x heeseung & jake

genre! 𓇼 smut — minors do not interact

wc! 𓇼 5.2k

warnings! black coded y/n, friends with benefits, public foreplay in theatre, fingering, jerking off, threesome oriented around reader, unsafe sex, using sperm as lube.

all aboard the choo choo train

"this movie already blows, damn." you whisper again to both boys. jake sat to your left, heeseung on your right. "i know, i'm sorry." heeseung responds, looking over his fashion specs to shoot you an apologetic look. jake shifts in his seat a little so he can more comfortably rest his head on your shoulder.

you three had spurged a bit on getting seats in the vip section of the theatre, just to find that you and only three other small groups were watching the movie. each row of seats were set up with leather lounge chairs, in pairs of two.

you and jake shared one, letting heeseung have his own. of course, that was until he got up and forced you to scoot over. the two big bags of popcorn you three bought for the film now occupied his seats as you had to shuffle in close to jake so heeseung could fit in.

two white male staff workers walked back and forth throughout the aisles of the seats to make themselves available to anyone that wanted snacks, but you three weren't too worried about getting anything else considering the constant threat of leaving the movie early out of boredom.

there were 30 rows of seats, and you guys were in the middle row by choice. it was obvious the movie would be absolutely boring considering how easy it was to choose the seats for all three of you side by side, but you took the chance.

so the scenes rolled on. all three of you were wearing hoodies, heeseung in baggy jeans while you and jake sported sweatpants. all three of you had your hoods pulled up, you personally pulling your braids forward to help your hood sit more comfortably. the seats allowed to you to have your legs up, so jake and heeseung had their legs spread out, while you sat with both your legs curled up, almost under your chin.

jake rose his head off your shoulder to lean it on the back of the chair, closing his eyes softly. you immediately notice the change, so you ball your left hand into a fist and lightly hit it on his upper thigh to try and check if he was planning on sleeping the movie away.

"jaeyun." you whisper and he opens his eyes to look at you. "don't fall asleep or i swear to god i'll be pissed." you finish, loosening your fist into a relaxed hand. heeseung changes his seating position, pulling himself up with his ab muscles so he can look over you at him. jake spreads his legs slightly, reaching for your left hand with his, dragging it further up to his groin. he uses both his hands to hold onto yours, cupping your hand within his right, as the left stroked your fingers.

"asking for a handjob in a movie theatre, nice." heeseung teases, you spit out a laugh before looking over at hee, watching him fall back into the seat. he brings his right foot up, planting it on the chair to help him sit more comfortably on the leather seat. "no?!" jake innocently interjects, and he's probably right.

jake, though his sex drive was high, he usually acted out of ignorance to how his actions could translate to others; especially when it came to you. he was more of a giver than a receiver sexually, but heeseung was the exact opposite. so jake usually got accused of the things heeseung would do simply because of projection.

"this man got the sex drive of a cat in heat." you joke back regardless, heeseung coughing out a laugh with a quiet clap of his hands. jake hangs his mouth open at the accusations. “but so do you, so i'm not sure why you're laughing." you accuse, heeseung turning his head to face your direction. "yea, and you fuckin' love that shit." heeseung rebuttals, smirking.

“i mean… you are absolutely right." you answer back, beginning to kneed the palm of your hand into jake's crotch. his hands let go of yours, pulling them out of your way as his hips move up slightly to compliment you. immediately forgetting that he was insisting on not wanting any sexual gratification, he moans lightly, eyes fluttering closed as heeseung cringes.

"keep it down, i'm trying to watch the movie." he jokingly spits, and you breathe out another laugh before elbowing him in his lower stomach lightly. "enjoy what movie." jake loudly whines out, head moving side to side on his chair headrest. you and heeseung immediately shoot your eyes around.

"shh jake, are you trying to be kicked out?" you tease a little louder, as the pace of the movie picks up. heeseung doesn't care to check again to see if anyone's around, so he pulls his left hand up from his side to slip between your thighs. you notice the gesture, so you move your right arm up to get a better view before heeseung uses his free hand to lower your arm from his eye level.

"don't block my sight." he warns lightly, so you immediately drop your arm, overlapping his own laying loosely within your lap. "whatever happens, don't make too much noise, okay?" heeseung adds and you slightly spread the placement of your feet so your legs could spread easier.

"oh~ okay~” heeseung jokingly responds to you rearranging your legs, laughing. he wraps his hand around to the underside of your left thigh, stroking his hand up and down the entirety of your leg. you halt your movements for a while on jake, distracted by the gentle touches, but the whine that leaves jakes lips pulls your attention back. "y/n~" he whines out while shifting his head on the rest to look at you.

"wow, you're sure needy for someone who hates public foreplay." you tease, noticing his features jump a little at the reminder that anyone could move around in the cinema too leave, or come in to see you three. "i-it's fine, just keep going, please." he moans, and you immediately kneed your palm down harder, a low but loud throat moan slipping out into the theatre as the movie has gone silent.

you freeze.

heeseung does too.

jakes head stays still against the headrest, face towards you, eyes closed.

you hear some shuffling from a group of six rows forward, one of the girls in the group shuffling forward to look back at you three. heeseung immediately stares at the movie instead, and you lock eyes with the chick. you cock your head forward in a questioning motion and she turns around, whispering to the girl on her left.

"jake your gonna get us kicked from this theatre if you don't shut up." heeseung whispers out, still holding your right leg under his left upper arm. "i'm sorry." jake whispers, causing your heart to sink. "awee it's okay baby- and stop being mean to him, damn." your head shifts up a little as it turns from left to right, your sentence splitting between both men.

you fall back into the seats, watching the group of girls ahead of you as you knead a little softer than you had previously, jake's hips lifting slightly with each push you make against his groin. he's hard beyond belief at this point. you could immediately feel when his dick started to fill, a soft three turning into a hard, heavy five inches. "you're probably soaking your underwear right now, aren't you?" you tease jake, and he tries his hardest to contain the loud moan that threatens to leave his lips again.

"i am." he moans, grabbing your left hand with his right to pull the waist of his pants with his free hand, showing you his light grey underwear. a soft wet mark sits right on the fabric where the tip of his dick lies. his dick is pressed against his left hip bone, heavy and prominent. he gently but quickly pulls your hand in, dropping the waistband on your wrist as he brings both hands up and around his groin to mask what's happening.

your infatuation with jake leaves heeseung alone with his hand still laying between your legs, unmoved. he lifts his arm up and out from between your legs to replace it with his right one. this positions him to lean his body and arm over you completely, so he loosely acts as if he’s just cuddling you, placing his head on your right shoulder. his thumb begins to slowly move up and down your crotch in a teasing manner, not enough to count as formal foreplay.

it catches your attention nonetheless. "hee—“ "shh. watch the movie." he lightly orders again, so you continue your light stroking up and down jake's print, pretending to watch.

the way heeseung is positioned is painfully obvious to anyone with common sense.

but heeseung has never really cared with his absolute love for public escapades and close calls, so you weren’t surprised.

“heeseung, are you sure its a good idea to be positioned like this?” you lightly question, tilting your head towards him slightly, considering his was is right by yours. the lower right side of your face touches his bang-covered forehead, and he shakes his head lightly to acknowledge the new touch. “i don’t care, if i’m honest.” he honestly replies, his middle and ring finger replacing his thumb.

“well who says i don’t?” you question back, his two fingers lightly pushing your fabric around between your lips to roughly rub your clit.

“then lets leave this fuckin movie and find something better to do.” heeseung replies, pulling his arm away completely, shifting up to stand. “no way dude.” jake interjects as you pull your hand away from under his pants. “i’m as hard as a fucking rock right now, i can’t move?” he protests in a yelling whisper. heeseung steps in front of him before leaning in slightly, considering the lounge chair only leaves so much space. “then tuck it in your waistband and lets fucking go. now.” he lightly orders, standing tall. “you’re not the only one.” he finishes, and you can’t help but glance down at hees crotch before looking up at his face. he catches you, as always, looking past you to see if anyone behind you three is watching.

he notices a couple sitting together two rows back, so he decides against grabbing himself as a teasing response. “let’s go.” he begins again, stepping back, scooting past all the lounge chairs to the stairs on the left side. he turns slightly to watch you and jake begin to stand. you immediately reach in what was his seat to grab the popcorn you guys had bought before waiting for jake to situate himself slightly before standing nervously.

• • •

you three had barely made it back during the uber ride. all three of you were twitching and turning in the car. heeseung and jakes erections slowly depleting the more the older male driver spoke as you were the one to entertain him. you were also the one to hold the popcorn, refusing to look at either boys. of course, after forcing heeseung to sit in the middle.

once you reached your apartment, you rang the door to be let in by the front desk security, heeseung and jake following closely behind. the elevator ride felt like torture, the only thing stopping the two boys from touching you was the cameras you knew existed in one of the corners for safety reasons.

you had texted your roommates that you’d be back soon, and they all agreed in the chat that they’d leave the main entrance/living room lights on so you could walk in easily. all three of you step in, taking a few seconds to messily kick your shoes off before the door fully closes slowly behind you. you make a few steps to set your popcorn down on the counter, heeseung and jake following closely.

the moment your hands are free, heeseungs hands were immediately all over you. his eyes scanned the apartment for your roommates as he stepped in front of you abruptly, holding onto your face with a vice grip. he immediately pushed his soft, light pink lips into yours, his kisses light and feathery in contrast to the grip he had on your face. you felt a second pair of hands reach around from behind, running across the back of your thighs and ass to the front of your pants; presumably jakes.

heeseung sways side to side lightly during the kiss before whining against your lips. he lets go of your face with his left hand to take your right, pushing it against his groin. you immediately open your hand to grope him, outlining his print through his jeans roughly. "fu-ck" he moans out lightly, breath fanning your face before placing his hands gently around your neck. with you distracted, jakes left hand snakes its way past both your sweats and panties to lightly roll his middle finger up and down your clit and vagina.

you gasp out a moan when jake uses your arousal to firmly press and kneed your clit. he moans along with you, stepping in completely to cling himself to you, pressing his erection against your ass. he leans his chin on your left shoulder, feeling you out while watching the hallway to make sure noone pops up from the darkness down the hall. heeseung momentarily takes his right hand away from your neck to ruffle jakes hair a bit, causing him to breathe out a soft laugh. "don't touch me while i'm like, two fingers in her. that's weird." jake jokes, focusing his eyes to watch heeseungs expression change into confusion, stepping back.

he looks to see jakes hand down your pants. the angle of your hand on heeseungs groin proves to be too difficult to maintain when he steps back, so you let your hand fall, giving him perfect view. with the audience, jake rubs his middle finger faster, pushing his ring finger to join the clockwise movements. you choke out a moan between your bitten bottom lip before reaching out to heeseung. he immediately pushes his lips into yours without hesitation. he kisses you again, this time lightly pushing the tip of his tongue into your mouth, meeting yours.

he pulls away, biting his bottom lip briefly. "we gotta get you out these clothes." he whispers to himself, but you and jake hear him perfectly. “not before i reach my roo—“ you begin, cut off my jake shoving his hands up your shirt to fondle each breast in excitement. “jak—“ you start up again, and heeseung pushes his lips against yours before you can finish.

you begin to push heeseung to walk backwards towards your room. jake stumbling behind you, giggling. once heeseungs back hits your door frame, he immediately pulls away from you, ripping your room door open, stepping inside. you and jake rush in, mainly because of jakes pushing.

the door slams shut.

almost immediately, jake steps between you and heeseung, his plush soft lips forcefully kissing yours. his kisses were always more passionate, because he was easily more needy, so you entertained him with the same energy. heeseung stepped away to flick your room light on, stepping to the side. turning back, heeseung brought his right hand up to lightly stroke your under chin, your neck, then yank lighty at your hoodie to motion you to take it off. you apologetically pull your lips away from jake who whines, heeseung putting the back of his left hand to his chest to keep him from chasing your lips as you yank your hoodie up and over your head. you wore a simple calvin klein sports bra, since no one was supposed to see you tonight. but neither boy had expected much from your underwear anyways, considering the comfortable relationship you three had.

heeseung brings his right hand up to pull the elastic up from under your left boob, both breasts dropping out as his distance with the band grows . he pulls his hand back to lightly release the fabric, going to thumb at your left nipple, his index finger joining in to squeeze and roll it lightly as jake watches. heeseung had always been the more experienced one of the two when it came to you, and jake was usually the one to get affected the most whenever he watched you two interact. "fuck." jake whispers to himself, his dick fully stiffening up after such a long pause between the trip back to your place.

"so pretty.." he continues, looking between both breasts as heeseung pulls the bra up your shoulders, over your lifted arms and off your body. "go sit on the bed, baby." you respond to him, using your head to gesture to the left of you, where your double bed was. he immediately shuffled over there, pulling his sweatpants off before sitting back on your pillows. you turned your head towards heeseung, looking down at his jeans, which he immediately begins to unbutton and unzip, dropping them alongside his underwear. he was also hard, his size a tiny bit longer than jakes, but slightly skinnier.

he wasn't nearly as trimmed as jakes was, his dick a darker brown, just like jake. though hard, he didn't show as much blushing as jakes dick did, and he wasn't as wet easily. he hung lower than jake when hard, except his didn’t show any prominent veins.

you lightly wrapped your left hand around his tip, earning a soft hissing noise before using your thumb to tap it, watching small precum strings pull across each time you pulled your thumb away. "that's no fair.." jake whines, noticing heeseung with all your attention. you both look over to see he's not touching himself, just lightly moving his left leg a bit to create some friction.

you step away from heeseung, letting go of him to walk over to jake. you pull and step out of your sweatpants before climbing onto the bed to meet him. you lean back on your knees, your feet holding you up under your bum as you push your braids off your shoulders, jake sitting up to knee walk over to you. he begins to kiss you again, his hands gently cupping your face, when you both feel the bed dip a little at heeseungs added weight. heeseung kneels behind you, his dick pressed against your ass, hands coming up your hips to hook his right hand down the front of your panties.

he immediately finds your clit, rubbing in heavy counter-clockwise circles. your legs start to close slightly at the stimulation, jake breathing heavily into your mouth. he puts his right hand down his brief to pull himself out, stroking softly using the bit of precum that was trapped onto his tip. he moans against your lips as you breathe heavily against his, heeseung continuing his movements. heeseung begins to lightly rut against your backside, his breath fanning your right shoulder as he leaves feathery kisses up, down and around your braided hair.

you begin to slowly close your legs around heeseung's hand to motion to him to stop, so he pulls his hand up and out of your underwear as you start to pull your panties off, backing up to give you space. he hooks his left index finger under your waistband, helping as you sit on your right hip to pull them off and down your ankles. heeseung shyly keeps your underwear hooked to his finger as his hand falls lightly onto the comforter, looking up at you with a slight smirk. you look back at him, reaching up and pulling them away from him with your left hand. you push jake to lay back down in front of you as you start to gather spit in your mouth, sitting up the way you did before.

you collect the spit on your tongue, leaning over jakes groin. he helps you by pushing his dick to stand with his left thumb, watching you slowly dribble down his tip and shaft, groaning. jake jerks himself once lightly while you grab the crotch of your panties and wrap it around his dick stroking him up and down, running your thumb over his tip.

the reaction from him is electric.

"oh my god~" jake moans out, falling back completely with his head hitting your pillow, bangs astray. jakes legs unashamedly spread out for you, knees bent. he withers with each light rub of his tip, biting his thick bottom lip to avoid embarrassing himself around heeseung.

"you always know what to do with him." heeseung compliments, slowly pushing your ass up a bit, so you move your knees back, arching. as you’re eye level with jakes balls, heeseungs right hand curves over your ass, then down and between your lips. he begins rubbing his middle finger up and down your vagina, poking around until he eventually sinks his finger in. to conceal your moans, you kiss the base of jakes dick, who moans in response.

heeseung continues to curl his finger in and out of you slowly, adding his ring finger. feeling hot, jake sits up slightly to grab his hoodie at the waist with both hands before pulling it up and off quickly to not disturb you. he balls it up in his hands quickly before tossing it to his right, falling back comfortably, his pale stomach tinted a light pink. heeseung ends up being the only one clothed, so he momentarily rips his fingers out of you before he grabs his own hoodie, arms crossed over his abdomen, to pull it up and over his head quickly.

you continued to jerk jake off. with every gasp and whimper that poured out of his mouth, his hips moved upward slightly to meet you at the base of his dick. his chest slowly began to turn red with the stimulation, his neck and abs flexed tightly. "i-i'm so close y/n please.." he whines out, eyes closed. "i don't want to come like this, please." he begs again, heeseung laughing.

"god dude, relax." he says, jake refusing to acknowledge him. “you’ll get hard again soon enough, i’m not worried.” you tease, heeseung laughing before getting back to fingering you with the same digits as before. he rubs his now wet fingers up and down your entrance again, causing you to jerk forward before looking back at him. jake whines loudly, both you and heeseungs heads shift over to look at him. his abs are still flexed, eyes squeezed shut. he holds his lower stomach with his left hand, his right hand laid out to the side. heeseung gathers more of your arousal before pulling his fingers out, watching his hand as he spreads the light film coating them, gently.

jakes orgasm is dramatic, as per usual. his loud moan morphs into a cry, both his hands shooting out to hold yours as you quickly jerk him through it. he gasps as his sperm litters his lower abdomen; coming hard. his head shifts to the left, his bangs falling into his closed eyes as his mouth stays open, panting lightly as begin to slowly pump him through it, the end of his release lightly coating the second set of knuckles on your fingers. “y/n” he moans lightly, before beginning to smile from embarrassment.

your brain clicks.

you toss the panty up and away from jakes now limping cock, going to swipe up his release with your thumb, index and middle finger. you rise up to fall back on your ass and lower back, heeseung shuffling back before you can land, your left elbow holding you up, legs spread. heeseung moves over to kneel more in view on your left, jake finally looking up, shifting over to his left in confusion. he looks back between both you and heeseung, who spreads his knees out, watching you between your legs, anticipating.

you begin to drop jake’s sperm down onto your clit, heeseung moaning lightly, his head tilting to the left slightly before gripping himself with his right hand. jakes mouth drops open, staring at the way your fingers begin to lightly wipe the rest of his cum onto your clit and labia.

“oh my god..” jake whispers, watching as you use your middle finger to rub his sperm along your vagina like lube. you begin to push some of it in, both boys groaning loudly. heeseung begins to lightly pump himself with the little bit of arousal he had collected from you earlier on his fingers, catching your attention.

for show, you pull your finger out before patting yourself one time lightly on your clit, a soft wet sound bouncing out through the room. heeseung reacts immediately, knee-walking over. jake moans to himself, his tired dick twitching in response regardless.

“jake?” you ask, shifting your hips forward for heeseung to kneel between them better. “you wanna watch?” you end, his face morphing into a nervous smile before he giggles, falling to his right so he can lay flat on his face into the comforter. he hides his face under his left arm, his naked bum in the air.

you chuckle a bit, heeseung keeping his eyes on your face and tits, switching between the two as he waits for jakes response patiently. you knew the answer, heeseung did too. jake had always loved watching you get fucked or helping you get off whenever heeseung wasn’t.

it was just more fun asking him for a response.

he lifts his head slightly, nodding, the action barely in view. that won’t cut it. “hm?” you question again, heeseung rubbing his tip up and down your entrance to pass the time.

“yes.” he whispers. “how do you want it.” you continue, heeseung’s patience running thin. his dick colour has darkened with the entire encounter since you three stepped in, his tip a deep red. he begins lightly pushing his tip in and out of you, teasing himself. “just like that..” jake answers again, slightly louder. he always loved watching you get fucked when you were on your back, because it always felt more intimate to him, and made touching you easier. with the answer, heeseung keeps his tip inside before placing his hands on both your hips, rubbing his thumbs up and down your skin before pulling you down the bed more to push himself in, raw.

jake reminisces about his cum, still glistening against your clit, biting his bottom lip roughly. heeseung begins slowly thrusting in and out of you, watching your face. you allow your arm to give out, letting you fall flat on the bed, head near the bottom corner of your mattress. your body jerks with each of heeseungs thrusts as he speeds up, his large hands cupping either side of your hips to hold you steady enough to not slide up the bed. jake climbs up the sheets towards you, reaching his left arm snaking under heeseungs to lazily roll your clit under his thumb.

you moan to acknowledge him, jake smiling to himself. he’s slightly hard again, his “cool down” time always being the fastest out of you three. he watches as your boobs bounce everytime heeseungs thighs fully meet yours, along with the rest of your body. heeseung himself looks down between your legs to watch jakes motions, noting the way you lightly jiggle from the waist down with each of his thrusts.

he speeds up slightly again, so you clench around him, breathing heavily. against your invite, heeseung pulls his hips away from yours fully, setting himself free. he begins to use your arousal to jerk himself off, right hand swirling up and down his dick before twisting at the head, panting lightly. you sit up to watch him play with himself, confused. he locks eyes with you before forcing himself to stand on the comforter. jake pulls his hand away from your clit, going to stand as well. heeseung halts his movements momentarily, the two of them towering over you as they both wait for the other to set the stage. jake moves first, holding himself out pointed towards your forehead. you hike yourself up on your knees, sharing your attention. jake pushes his tip against your lips, so you kitty lick it once before swirling your tongue up and around.

"fuck.." jake whispers out gently, looking down at the way you begin to inch your lips down his length, humming lightly to avoid gagging. once he's settled in your mouth, you begin to bop your head back and forth, eyes closed to concentrate on your nose breathing as both boys watch you in awe. "you're so perfect..." heeseung compliments, watching the way you take jake into your mouth so easily. "it's like you're made for this." he continues, this time spitting on his right hand to begin jerking himself off again in pace with you. you reach your right hand between your own legs, relishing in the way jake moans and twitches with each swipe of your tongue on the underside of his cock.

heeseung moans louder than usual, his hand movements speeding up quickly, so you pull off jake's dick to cap your lips around heeseungs tip, sucking. "fuck." heeseung swears one last time before his head tilts back, adam's apple bobbing. he groans loudly as you feel the way his cum spurts out, hot and slimy, into your mouth. you pull off prematurely, some cum falling on your left breast as you spit heeseungs sperm out onto your right hand. after coating your palm and fingers, you wrap your hand around jakes hard, deep coloured tip before clenching roughly, twisting down his length.

jake nearly screams at the way you tightly squeeze around his dick, his left hand pushing your braids back over your shoulder so he can watch you. he bites his lip to avoid moaning but does anyhow, breathing shallowly through his nose. heeseung drops back down to his knees so he can face you comfortably. his left hand slots in between your thighs, middle and ring finger in between your lips, rubbing up to your clit and back down. he feels around for your vagina before curling his fingers in, smirking at the way you lightly moan, your breath fanning jakes tip. you place an open mouthed kiss on the underside of jakes dick, moaning lightly at the way jake lightly shivers.

"too bad about the movie." heeseung randomly blurts, his fingers still thrusting in and out of you, slowly curling upwards with each push in. he earns a light breathless laugh out of you and jake before the younger male vomits out another loud moan, chest heaving. "we could've really saved our money and time." heeseung finishes, watching as you kiss jakes tip once more time before locking eyes with him, smiling.

"oh i could care less about that."

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when your daughter walks in on you | pjs

pairing: husband!jay x wife!reader

genre: married au, comedy (tried my best), fluff

warnings: suggestive, jay sucking boobs like a madman

your husband has had an exhausting week and needed some way to relieve the stress he had related to his workplace. 

and that’s why, you were here know trapped in his hold in the kitchen, “missed you s’much baby” he said as he open mouthed-ly(?) tracing your neck leaving kissed and licks here and there til he reached your earlobe. 

as soon as you opened the door, he looked at you, yes with those goddamn eyes. next thing you know, you’re pulling him from his tie. “fuck can we do this? like in here—“ he asks as he lifts you up easily in one go and puts you on the counter“i have put her to sleep, use me all you want jay.” 

the approval was enough for jay to let his guard down as he dives in again attaching your lips with his, you were wearing a cute loose set of night wear with easy access, in one swift move he pulled your top down by the shoulders as he took a step back appreciating your mounds. 

giving each attention one by one, jay knew how needy you grew when he gave most of his attention to your chest he took your left nipple between his fingers and pinched it, fondling with the other one all while keeping eye contact.

“l-lick them jongseong, feels s’good when you do that” you said as you kept your hand on his, the one massaging your breast as he bend and took one of it in his mouth.

licking, sucking, making out messily with saliva everywhere as you arched your back with your hand on his hair and the other on your mouth to not disturb your ‘sleeping’ daugther. 

few minutes into it, jay felt your body really stiff, not squirming or whimpering anymore, maybe she’s too lost in i—

“appa don’t you think you’re abit to old to be doing that?” 

shit

shit

shit

oh fuck

his head shoots to the direction of the stairs as he sees your 4 year old daughter, half sleepy half astonished, wiping her eyes with her chubby hands. 

now standing straight, not knowing what to do he stares into blank space for a while then stares at you

blink

blink

“ah, yes.. baby uh…” you say breaking the silence as you thought, was better than the silence. “didn’t you say she’s asleep” he whispers, almost just mouths while shooting his big wide eyes at you. 

brushing a hand through your hair, you get of the counter “could’ve atleast pulled my shirt back up jay” you mouth another sentence at him blaming him in panic while fixing your top. 

“baby, weren’t you sleeping?” you ask as walk to her and run a hand over her head, “i dunno… eomma i heard sounds… breaking sounds! i thought bad people came in..” she says, still clumbsy with her words as you chuckled, 

“oh well, uh mommy and daddy were playing a game okay?” you mentally face palm yourself as you hear jay’s embarrassing made up excuse, still funny as even you were out of excuses— i mean what the hell would you tell your 4 year old daughter who just walked in on your husband with your titty in his mouth?? 

“hmm” she says as she looks around, honestly not taken aback or interested in it at all, thank god thank god she was in her sleepy state “i want ice cream” she demands as jay now picks her up in his arms.

the sigh of relief that left both of your mouth were synchronized, you knew your daughter and how she doesn’t process anything when she has just woken up, similarly and gladly this was the case as for what she just saw. 

“you can’t have ice cream baby, it’s midnight.” jay coos at her as she puts her face on jay’s neck and nods already drowsy and sleepy, you felt bad for her to be woken up and disturbed like that. 

shooting at sorry glance at jay who was pretty much sulky right now as the sexual tension was ‘ruined’ and probably not coming back again for today as your daughter was pretty much stuck by the glue to his chest as she slept.

putting her to bed, you entered the room as you found jay on the bed hands splayed around the bed, as the baby slept peacefully in her room now, the two of you exchanged knowing glances and started quietly chortling over what just happened

“a message would be good?” you say between the laughter sitting beside his laying figure putting his head on you lap. 

“massage it is.” he says, smiling with embarrassment.

cherry blossom scars

TW and tags: tattoo artist!Wonbin x insecure!reader, surgery scar, pierced nipples, nipple play, mutual masturbation, tons of overthinking and word vomiting, corny as hell, fluff, kind of dom reader but not much.

WC: 9.3k

Comment: hi guys, I made brief descriptions of the scar, to be honest, I don’t have one or ever had surgery, so I’m not exactly sure how one would look, I just saw a couple of pictures on the internet and wanted to write something about it, hope it’s okay. I didn’t sleep at all to finish it because I knew I’d leave it in a draft if I didn’t write it in one go. Probably has mistakes and inconsistencies. I don’t know anything about piercings, tattoos, or early education.

While growing up, as weird as it sounds, summer was your favourite season. You remember a lot of things about it, how your parents would drive to the coast to spend the day at the beach, playing in the water with the friend your parents had agreed to take with you, and eating the most boring sandwich your mother could make in a busy morning that felt like a feast in your mouth after swimming for hours.

It was all good, until you started to grow up. Your parents had no time to take you anymore, your friends had better things to do, and you had entered the phase of your life in which you hated the idea of wearing a swimsuit if you weren’t perfect.

Perfection is, as you thought after a particular summer, simply not you.

Perhaps your mother hadn’t said it with bad intentions, she was your mother after all, and you were sure she loved you, but that little phrase had impregnated your head like the gum on your head one of the boys in class thought it looked good smeared on your hair.

‘’I don’t think you should wear this blouse doll’’ she said, showing you her selection instead.

‘’Why? I like it, and it’s too hot to wear normal shirts’’ you replied, feeling your arms sweat just with the simple action of changing into the clothes you were wearing.

‘’It’s just… the scar is showing’’ she said, pointing at the line that went from the start of your shoulder to the middle of your chest.

It was a long line, thick, slightly red and purple, noticeable from the way it would get deeper into your smooth skin, surrounded with thin little lines that looked like roots expanding to grow. You were just fourteen, not thinking much of it; actually, not even thinking about it until she talked about it.

You spent the summer with short-sleeved shirts, leaving all the dresses with thin straps and anything that showed your cleavage behind. You could, never again, wear anything that did.

It didn’t matter how many creams your mother bought, or how many treatments in clinics you received, it stayed there with you, like a mark of how fragile your body was, and how easily you could break with a simple fall.

You had gotten hurt after biking with your friends and making a wrong turn. You fell with a strong thud, and you don’t remember much about what happened that day anymore, because when you were conscious again, you already had the scar there. Less to say your parents banned you from riding a bicycle ever again.

So, it’s not difficult to guess why you hate summer now. You can’t wear the clothes you want, you’re a broke college student living alone with no AC, and you have to walk everywhere with the fear of getting a heatstroke.

To your luck, or disgrace, today you run out of clean t-shirts acceptable for the weather, and you simply refuse to wear a long-sleeved one, resolving to grab one of the thin straps that you usually wear when you’re alone in your room.

You don’t think much about it. You’re going to your friend’s place, and she should have a shirt to lend you around there. Still, not even the thought makes the journey bearable.

You’re anxious in your seat, listening to some podcast you had found about old music (you don’t know if to call it old since it’s the 90s, but your friends didn’t even watch programs that weren’t from your century, so to avoid all explanation you simply say you like old music), when you feel weirdly observed.

Looking in front of you, a mother is carrying his child in her arms, who is looking intensely at you. You smile because the kid is cute. He has big eyes, almost black, and chubby cheeks. He must be at least four years old, and when you wave your hand to say hi, he points at your chest. You know what he’s pointing, and you nod as if you explained everything with that move.

When the mother turns at you, directing her eyes at what her son is watching, and sees you, she smiles and then her face falls, almost as abruptly as you did that day from your bicycle, and she apologizes for her son.

‘’He didn’t do anything’’ you say, and she denies it.

‘’He shouldn’t be looking at you like that’’ she answers.

‘’Why?’’ you ask.

‘’Because…’’ she can’t finish her sentence. You kind of know what she refers to. Because you’re hurt, and we can all see it. You almost want to correct the words she didn’t say because the kid doesn’t look at you as if you were a monster, he’s just curious, while she is the one doing it.

‘’He’s cute’’ you say instead.

‘’Thank you’’ she answers.

‘’Be careful when he grows up’’ you say. ‘’Because…’’

Because he could look like me it’s implied, and the mother looks at you horrified, as if you had just cursed his son. She quickly gets up and presses the button to get off the bus with such desperation you feel bad for having talked more than necessary.

When you go back to your own thing, you notice something weird again. You lift your eyes, finding the seat in front of you, in which the mother had been sitting just seconds before, empty, and a man beside you. When you meet his eyes he smiles at you, a big grin with no teeth, he’s obviously older than you, with lines of age on his face, normal looking, almost kind, and then, in front of your face, he moves his eyes down to your chest.

Great, now you didn’t have to deal with people staring at your scar, now you had to deal with old men staring at your tits too.

You feel so creeped out by it that you get up and press the button for the next stop. It’s not your stop, but now you can understand why the mother was so desperate to get off. A creep, as normal as they look, it’s still a creep.

Walking the streets at a fast pace, you try to arrive at your friend’s place as soon as possible. You feel even more observed, perhaps it’s because you’re almost running at 36oC and you’re sweating your ass off, but you think it’s because of your uncovered cleavage.

The minute you arrive you start telling your friend everything, from the cute kid to the disgusting man, and she tells you that people usually act dumb, doesn’t matter how you look, people are just people.

‘’It’s their nature, they’re programmed to act like fools, especially men’’ your friend says.

‘’Well, they’re fucking disgusting’’ you answer, grabbing one of her t-shirts and sliding into it to cover yourself like you usually do.

‘’Boys will be boys’’ she finishes, and then she rushes you to finally leave.

You have to go to a pool party (a private party he has clarified), and you honestly would’ve refused on any other occasion, but Sungchan, the owner of the house and your friend’s boyfriend, was cool enough to not force you to go in when you said you weren’t fond of swimming, nodding in understanding as if you had told him the entire story tale of your life, which was kind of comforting.

Also, since he lives with his parents, he has AC.

At the party, a couple of hours later, when almost everyone is outside enjoying the water, you’re left alone in charge of the snacks and drinks, mixing shit as if you knew what you were doing.

‘’Could I have some of that?’’ one of Sungchan’s friends asks, pointing at the jug you’re holding. You nod, you have no reason to say no, and when he takes a sip of it his eyebrow frowns for a second before he smiles. ‘’Wow, that’s… good.’’

You know it’s not, it’s just rum coke with too much rum and almost no limes, to which you decide to add a bit of sprite to see if it does the gig. It doesn’t, but it could punch anyone into not asking for more and you nod content at the result.

‘’Thanks, I should probably make a career of it’’ you answer.

He flashes you a smile before he grabs a can of Coke to sip it. ‘’Sure, if your goal is to hook more people into going to A.A meetings’’ he says while opening a bag of salt and vinegar chips. ‘’I’m Wonbin’’ he smiles.

You tell him your name and serve yourself a cup too. You try to secretly add more ice to your drink, and he laughs louder when he catches you feigning you were getting ice for the whole jug.

‘’I’ll be honest, I feel like I’ve seen you before’’ he says then.

‘’Well, we’re kind of connected through the couple there, perhaps we crossed each other’’ your finger directs at your friend over Sungchan’s shoulders, laughing and screaming something you can’t understand with the music on out there.

‘’True, but not only that… weren’t you last week at the tattoo shop right next to the bookstore that sells old books no one reads?’’ he takes a sip of the drink with more ice, and he denies, adding the rest of the can of coke he had opened.

‘’Do you mean the Rip Tree? I mean, it’s not Barnes and Noble, but it does the job. I got a nice copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray for four dollars there, and they gave me a bunch of bookmarks for free. Of course, they had the publicity of a nursing home in the back, but I’m sure it’s a completely respectable place to read books at’’ you answer immediately, adding rum to the jug when he laughs so hard his head falls back and his eyes close.

When he leans more to the front and you see his arms flexing, you can’t help but suddenly feel conscious of how much you’re talking to a boy you have just met so freely. Maybe you’ve had too many trial drinks while you were mixing and it had started to get in your head without noticing, it wouldn’t be the first time, and sure wouldn’t be the last time.

He smiles at you with a closed mouth, just like the man you had met on the bus many hours before, but you like this smile. Wonbin, unlike the older man, looks at your face without trailing down.

‘’Well, were you?’’ he asks.

‘’Where?’’ you ask too, because half of the conversation you were having just disappeared from your head when you saw his necklace, almost as pretty as him, glint.

‘’The Ink, the tattoo shop’’ he repeats.

‘’Oh, well yeah, but I just went in because I was curious.’’

You’re lying. You hate lying, but again, you didn’t feel like telling someone you just met your whole life.

You had seen on the internet how some people covered their scars with tattoos, which honestly, seemed like a great solution to your esthetic situation. However, when you crossed the door all your bravery went to hell, especially when the gorgeous admin asked you to see it and then the next time told you that a skin-colour tattoo wouldn’t be possible in your case since the scar was too dark, and that a much better option would be to get one with colours. Obviously, she didn’t know your parents or your career, because who the hell will want to hire a preschool teacher with a colored tattoo? You could already hear the comments, you being so silly to try to cover a scar with a new one, and how improper was for a lady, a teacher, to have one.

He nods at your answer. ‘’Well, was it worth it?’’ he asks.

‘’What? Going in? I guess so, it’s a nice place, a bunch of colours and great walls, they have some interesting draws too’’ you say, also leaning and grabbing a few chips to eat while talking.

Your hand almost meets his when you reach the bag again, and you look at each other’s eyes. He smiles again and you get shy at being that close to him again, pushing your hand into the bag to pretend you didn’t feel your stomach flutter with that silly interaction. He lets you put your hand in first, and then he grabs a couple more, eating them slowly, looking as if he was thinking about something else.

Michael Jackson starts to sound in the background, and you bob your head as instinct to the rhythm.

‘’Didn’t take you for a Thriller girl’’ he says, tilting his head and grinning.

‘’Because I’m not, I’m a Rock with You girl, sometimes a Dirty Diana one too’’ you answer, happy to talk a bit about music you like. Your friends don’t like him that much, but they let you sneak a few songs into the shared playlist, and that’s enough for you.

However, you didn’t choose Thriller for this playlist.

‘’I guess you’re the Thriller guy then’’ you say.

‘’Yeah, I’m a failure’’ he stands, grabbing his cup and sipping before he continues. ‘’But I’d like to hear you teaching me something about him, so I stop being one.’’

Smooth Criminal, you think, letting him guide you to the couch.

While talking, you don’t even realize how much time has passed until you hear the laughs fall and some of Sungchan guests start leaving. The day is well behind, an orange sky out there at 6 pm, and you don’t want to go home.

Your friend had come with Sungchan to say goodbye to some people, and when she asks you if you’re tired, you say that you’re okay, just a little hungry. She nods and orders a couple of pizzas with Sungchan’s phone since hers is connected to the speakers outside.

There are only like 7 people left, including you and Wonbin, who decide to stay on the couch with you when another boy, Sohee, tells him that going to the jacuzzi to submerge his feet should be fine.

You don’t think much about what Sohee says, but you’re too cosy with Wonbin to even think at all.

‘’Won’t you ask why he said that?’’ Wonbin says when you’re alone again.

‘’None of my business’’ you say.

‘’I’m a bit curious though, if you don’t mind me asking why you would prefer to stay here in charge of the bar, because as much as I like your drinks, I don’t think you’re used to staying still in charge of things like this at parties.’’

‘’Well, you’re wrong about that, I enjoy being in charge a lot, and I can do it for many hours’’ you say, not noticing how odd it sounds. He looks a bit shocked at first, and then laughs hard. You can’t go back in time to correct yourself, so you laugh with him.

You start to think that maybe you can tell him, it’s not the end of the world, but you can’t even think about revealing something that deep to him. Well, it’s not that deep, you showed it to your friend literally the day you met her. You were in the cafeteria when you spilt your milkshake over your sweater, so you had no option but to change, and you somehow knew she would be your friend when she laughed and told you to grab her sweater if you were that cold, so you showed it to her.

Still, Wonbin is so pretty, even his teeth when he laughed were pretty, and you couldn’t imagine what he would think if he knew.

You don’t imagine a whole relationship with him to think about his opinion too highly, but there is interest, and you want to keep it there as long as you can.

Being your age and haven’t fucked a boyfriend under the light, you simply couldn’t feel comfortable enough to show it to a boy you barely knew and kind of liked.

‘’Just because’’ you say.

‘’I see’’ he says, knowing there’s something you don’t want to tell him. ‘’Well, a win for me anyways, I’ve learned a lot in just an afternoon’’ he says, making you sigh, glad he changes the subject.

‘’I’m glad I was able to tell you everything Wikipedia has about the most known person in the world’’ you haven’t even stayed on the topic for too long for him to learn something, you just said what songs you liked, then showed him some playlists and laughed when you had songs in common, mentioning little moments you remember while listening to them, like not being able to remember your lines in a school play when they suddenly put Beat It as background music, or playing The Way You Make Me Feel in the speaker when one of your friends wanted to confess to a girl (she rejected them so it’s banned from every shared playlist). You shake your head with a smile, not looking at him when one of his hands gets closer to you, resting behind you on the couch.

Oh, you say in your head. You don’t know how close you’ll let him get, but it feels so right.

You haven’t talked (kind of flirted, but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself) with a boy that long in years. You kind of remember Anton from your Art, Music & Movement course with whom you went on a couple (unofficial) dates until he took an exchange program and had to leave for a whole year. Then you remember talking to Seunghan, a guy who gave you his spot in the queue for the bathroom at a concert and with whom you exchanged numbers after he bought you a really overpriced burrito, but he lived two hours away, and you had no energy or time to really be something. And then, then you got no one else.

The room is quiet, you notice. He’s not talking, and neither are you, so you fall into a comfortable silence. You hope he’s not tired yet, you’re not, but maybe your social battery has just died, so you lean into his side a bit more, letting your body relax and your head touches his arm behind you.

He looks at you with a small smile, and you start to inspect his face like you feel he’s doing with yours. He has dark eyelashes, thin, but they’re enough to mark his eyes, and they go well with his black hair. You also notice that his hair is shorter on the back and longer on the front, letting some locks fall around, creating little shadows over his face and covering the end of his eyes. He looks really good with the haircut, but you’ve seen him in pictures with Sungchan before, and he honestly always looks good.

Your eyes fall to his chest because you don’t want to make the moment awkward.

What he’s wearing is simple, a black shirt without sleeves that shows his well-toned arms, skin smooth, almost too perfect, and you can’t help but remind yourself how you’re not as perfect as him.

You doubt he has any flaw like yours, and you don’t mean a weird-looking mole or a scar that anyone could have from childhood, yours is different, too noticeable, impossible to ignore. His whole body was an uninterrupted harmony you couldn’t relate to.

Wait, you stop yourself from thinking too far away. What’s that?

You notice that there, in his chest, under the fabric of his tank top, there’s a bulge you haven’t noticed before, and it’s not his nipples, you’re completely sure of that.

Boys will be boys, and the words of your friend start to echo in your head.

You always hated that phrase. How could they all be so brute and inconsiderate of everyone else that weren’t themselves? The lack of respect to stare at your chest without a care of you disgusted you just hours ago.

And now, you start to ponder if, perhaps, in the end, you’re as brute as the man you met on the bus.

Poor Wonbin is finally filing the silence with something about how he had found a new band not long ago, giving you the exact same charming smile he’s had the whole afternoon, flirty but respectful, making you feel almost guilty from not being able to concentrate on the conversation, too busy trying to not stare at his chest.

You blink twice, trying to look at his eyes again.

It doesn’t work. You can’t ignore it.

It was impossible. They were there, standing under his shirt, calling for you to look at them.

Coughing, you move from the touch of his hand behind you, almost as if it burned you, and drink the almost pure water from the ice that melted in your cup.

You scold yourself. I’m not better than a man, you say in your mind before finishing the opaque result of water, rum and coke in your hand in one go, and then, not having anything else to distract yourself with, you bite the inside of your cheek to distract yourself with the pain.

‘’Sorry, am I boring you?’’ he says not much later, feeling the change in your behaviour.

‘’Eh?’’ you say, turning your body in his direction again.

You notice that his cheeks have a pretty reddish flush, and he stays still, letting you stare, waiting for you to talk. Without a doubt, he was one of the prettiest boys you’ve ever met, and in that moment, you were too dazed into him and his stupid pierced nipples to talk to him as easily as you’d been doing when you didn’t know about their existence.

‘’No’’ you finally say. ‘’I’m sorry, that was rude of me, I had other things on my mind.’’

‘’Like what?’’

You don’t expect him to lean even more into your space and show more interest in what you’ve been thinking about, making you more nervous for not being able to concentrate on another thing that wasn’t him and his pierced nipples so close.

It’s stupid, you can’t help but think. You’re treating him differently. You’ve changed after finding out he has pierced nipples, and it’s exactly what you don’t want to happen to you when people find out about your scar.

‘’Your cheek’’ his hand moves to your face, startling you since he hadn’t touched you that directly the whole night, and with his thumb he caressed the cheek you were obviously biting from the inside. ‘’Doesn’t it hurt?’’ he asks.

You gulp. ‘’Not really.’’

He hums, smiling even more when you move your eyes from his face to his chest, and then, after awkwardly blinking a couple times, looking down to your lap.

A strand of your hair falls out of the lame excuse of a hairstyle you tried to do (not daring to use a ponytail to a party and loose hair with the hot weather) over your face when you look down, and his hand moves on its own to accommodate it behind your ear, the pad of his finger slowly brushing a spot you didn’t know you like, making you melt with his touch like a popsicle in the street at 2PM.

 ‘’It doesn’t hurt either’’ he says. ‘’If you were curious.’’

Not understanding what he’s referring to, you give him a confused look.

‘’What doesn’t hurt?’’ you ask him.

‘’The piercings’’ he answers, laughing when your cheeks get red, and you shake your head to say no.

‘’I-‘’ I wasn’t looking at them, you want to say. It was just untrue, and denying something you’ve clearly been doing since you noticed them would make you look even more pathetic. So, deciding to be different from the shameless man who never apologized to you, you prefer to be honest. ‘’I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have looked at them like that’’.

‘’Why?’’ he asks, and you feel a sense of deja vu.

‘’It’s rude, to stare at your chest’’ you clarify. ’’At least, uninvited.’’

He looks as if he’s enjoying seeing you that embarrassed, almost as pleased as when you bravely talked to him at the bar, when you remember applauding your mind for creating fresh answers. At that moment, your brain seems to have suffered from all the rum you’ve had since you arrived, so it can’t change the subject or give you a quick joke to make the moment less humiliating.

‘’It’s okay, I don’t mind’’ he denies with a breathy laugh, hand moving down from near your face to your arm, sliding until he finds yours, interlocking fingers when he does. ‘’I invite you to do it, then.’’

‘’What?’’ your eyes become bigger and everything around you, mute.

You see his mouth moving and saying something like, I can show them to you, if you want, before he, not waiting for an answer, makes you stand with him. You can’t see what he says after that when he looks back to the crystal door separating you two from the others outside, and then without doubt he makes you follow him.

It wasn’t his place, yet he moved with enough confidence as if it was, dragging you by the hand to the second floor, a place you had never seen even with your constant visits to the place of your friend’s boyfriend. You always stuck to the first floor, not wanting to cross any boundaries with Sungchan, so you feel as if you’re seeing something you shouldn’t when on the second floor, after walking upstairs, you’re received with tons of family portraits showing you his childhood.

You don’t say anything, you let him move you until you both enter a bathroom you’ve never been to. Closing the door, suddenly you can hear again when you recognize the faint sound of music coming from downstairs and some people laughing.

‘’We have to be quick’’ you hear him say after he presses the secure of the door.

The bathroom is smaller than the one on the first floor, almost tiny. There’s only a sink and a WC besides, with a towel hanger under the light and a mirror over the sink. You can hear the vents working when he turns on the light, but you’re too distracted with his whole body trapping you between him and the sink, not giving you opportunity to put any space between you two, to care.

When he shows you a cheeky grin after you lean more into the sink to put a centimetre more between you, nervous of being there with him, close, and obviously about to do something you’re not used to do with people you’ve just met, you don’t care anymore.

His lips are pink and glowing after he licks them, and he’s too pretty for you to say no.

He moves your left hand to his covered chest, and you have to contain the surprised whimper your throat almost lets out when you feel the little thing that has caught your interest since you recognized it.

One of your hands is gripping the marble of the sink with force to maintain you sane, and it works, until he sighs when you flick it.

His face still has that cheekiness that you had understood, from your time talking, characterized him, but it was now mixed with desire, leaving behind the whole courtesy, making him look even better in front of your eyes.

You become needier, if he looks that good with just a flick, you can’t imagine how would he look if you two did more.

‘’Take it off’’ you urge him, not caring that the tone of your voice makes it seem almost an order.

The hand previously glued to the cold surface moves to the border of his shirt, feeling like a punch the warmness of his skin, pushing it up so he does what you asked faster.

‘’Shit’’ he grins, lifting his arms and allowing you to take it off for him. ‘’What happened to the timid girl from before?’’

‘’I’m not usually like this, I swear’’ you say. You want to tell him that no one had made you that eager before, even less with just a look, but again, you had never met anyone, especially a man, with pierced nipples, so he should understand your curiosity when you admire his naked chest and lick your lips before you look at his eyes again.

Growing up as a woman, you have seen firsthand how a good pair of tits could make the smartest and most respectful man a complete asshole. Even the most respectful men that you had gladly called your friends, have been caught by your always wary eyes looking at other women’s chests.

You don’t wear cleavage, so it doesn’t happen to you that much, but just that day a man did it on the bus, like a primitive caveman, a beast, and it’s so embarrassing that you’re acting like one of them in that moment.

Surely, Darwin would be especially disappointed with your regression as a human, but, in your favour, everyone becomes monkeys with the quantity of alcohol you’ve had that afternoon. Also, the weather has a lot to do too, because if it wasn’t that hot, Wonbin wouldn’t have been wearing a tank top, therefore, he wouldn’t have left his ample chest on your eyesight, and that has nothing to do with you. It was all climate change, so perhaps even Darwin would’ve forgiven you for wanting to lick some man’s nipples.

The rum in your system makes your mind babble nonsense and you have to shut your mind for a second. But you want to lick them so bad. You never thought you could fall that low, but there you are, in a bathroom only used to shit at, trying to not moan just from the sight of those pink nipples with little silver beams pointing at you.

‘’I believe you’’ he sighs with a smile, moving further to the wall behind him so you could see his chest better.

You can’t believe your eyes.

You can see the metallic object break through the pink flesh, two tiny spheres on each end of it to not let it move from its place, and you can officially say you have never seen anything that hot in your life.

Hypnotized by the way the object sparkles with the warm light above you two, you timidly move your index fingers to flick them again, making him breathe through his nose and bite his lip to contain himself.

‘’Do they feel good?’’ your curiosity, instead of getting satiated, is growing, and you have tons of questions appearing in your mind.

‘’Per se… sometimes, when I get conscious of them’’ he admits. ‘’But I usually have to touch them if I want to feel something’’.

You flick them again, to then grip them with your index and middle finger and, slightly, almost with fear, twirl them. ‘’Is this okay?’’ you ask, gulping the saliva accumulating in your mouth.

‘’Yeah, that feels good’’ he assures you, both of his hands going to your hips to maintain you in place while his head falls to the wall behind, and he closes his eyes.

You keep doing the same motion, loving the sighs that he leaves out and how a frown of pleasure starts to install on his face. At some point, his own chest is moving with how hard his breath has become, doing the work for you of tugging them while you hold them still.

His eyes are closed and his tongue salutes you when he wets his lips, pressing his hips against you. His boner is appearing there, pressing the mount of your abdomen, but you’re so concentrated on the image in front of you that you can’t care less about him using you to stimulate that area every time his hips push softly into you.

He looks so good like that. You can’t stop yourself from asking when, after twirling them harder, a particular moan leaves his mouth, making you wet. You’re not being touched at all apart from his hands marking your hips with his strength, but your sex was clenching with the pleasure you were giving him, as if those touches were gifted to you too.

‘’Can-Can I lick them?’’ you ask nervously.

‘’Fuck, don’t do that to me’’ his eyelids flutter and you stop all your movements, afraid you’re asking for too much. Shit, perhaps even he thinks I’m crazy, you tell yourself.

‘’Can’t I?’’ you ask, sad of him denying your question, or at least, what you understood as a denial.

‘’Don’t fucking stop’’ he says, one leg going between your thighs and bending it to touch you more. ‘’Do whatever you want honey, I know you’ll do it with care’’.

You don’t need anymore, and moving down your face to his chest, you look up at him with deer eyes, afraid of him stopping you again.

He nods at you, giving you the certainty you want to start doing it.

You’ve never licked another person’s nipples before, so you were unsure of exactly what to do, and remembering what your couple of partners have done before to make you feel good, you press the tip of your tongue over one of them, damping the pink tip and tasting the combination of the flavour of his skin and the metallic object.

Your pussy feels even better with the sensation of it in your mouth, stealing a moan from you.

‘’Shit, you like them that much?’’ he asked, obtaining a nod from you as a response. God, what would your friend say if she found you in that position? You feel sick for a second, but you quickly ignore that thought with the shake of his laugh inside his chest making you look at him instead.

‘’They’re really pretty’’ you say between laps, maintaining eye contact.

‘’Not as pretty as you baby’’, he praises you back.

You moan again with his words, and your eyebrows frown when you feel his knee pressing your cunt, feeling yourself dripping inside your shorts.

‘’You’re doing good baby, keep going’’ he smiles, making you happy with the idea of doing a good job for him.

It’s all so weird. The last thing you expected that day was Wonbin to have pierced nipples, even less, that you would be licking them in a bathroom. However, there you are, moaning while humping his knee and playing with one of the piercings while your mouth continues tasting the other.

Wonbin tastes and smells so good, you’re getting dizzy, as if his whole body was made from the sugar you needed to get completely drunk.

It’s all a bunch of frantic moves, you’re humping his leg while his hands push to the sink behind you, biting his lips hard at the sensation of your mouth drinking his chest.

‘’Fuck- that’s so good’’ his voice sounds in pain, and you bite the little mound in your mouth as you do with your cheek, controlling yourself to not hurt him, to what he shudders before his mouth falls open and a choked sound escapes his swollen lips. ‘’That’s enough, stop’’ he pushes you away, gaining a whine from you because you don’t want to stop, you want to continue, to see his gorgeous face break apart.

‘’Why?’’ you complain. His knee digs into you harder, and you move your hips more to the front as a response. He’s trying to control his breath, and you like how he’s looking at you, as if he was as bad for you as you are for him.

‘’I was about to cum’’ he reveals, and you can’t believe he just told you that, because the idea sounds so good you clench around nothing.

‘’Please, please’’ you beg.

Just minutes before you thought you were crazy for wanting to lick his nipples, but now you realize that you’re insane for wanting to see him cum like that. For needing to see it. You’re sure his cock is fucking pretty as well, and you want to see it spurring with cum so bad you don’t even ask before your hand starts to pull his belt open. He lets you, going to the hem of your shirt, and there’s when your whole euphoric state stops, and panic arises.

‘’No, wait, stop’’ you push his hand away and he lets you go immediately.

‘’What’s wrong? I thought-‘’ he doesn’t finish the sentence, clarity coming back to him too. ‘’Did I read things wrong?’’

He didn’t read anything wrong. You wanted to get even more intimate, but you’re scared. The light is on, and you can see him, which means, he can see you too.

‘’No, it’s just…’’ how could you say, please don’t get scared, or disgusted, I have a huge mark that goes from my shoulder to my chest that will never leave me alone, without sounding odd. You don’t think he’s ever heard or seen anything about surgery scars, from what you can see, he’s perfect in more ways than you can even explain. He’s handsome, yes, but his pierced nipples had added a touch of surprise to him, making him insufferably hot. He wouldn’t understand.

‘’What?’’ he asks, shaking you out of your mind vomiting sentences that make your insides stir with anxiety.

The moment is already awkward, the emotion and lust overpowered by your discomfort.

‘’I shouldn’t’’ you say, your words not making any sense since you can’t force yourself to tell him.

‘’You don’t want to continue?’’ he asks confused. ‘’I mean, you can change your mind, but I don’t get it, did I do something wrong?’’

‘’No, of course not’’ you say. ‘’It’s not you, it’s me.’’

Perfect, now you sound as if you were breaking up with him.

You can’t find the correct words. You’re sure what you’re feeling is perfectible understandable with how your parents had taught you that you shouldn’t just show it around, making you ashamed of it until you reached your vast age. But, you were a grown-up now, and you were about to be a teacher, how could you let your life be controlled by something you couldn’t change, even more, by something as banal as your physique.

You would be in charge of so many little lives in just a couple years, and you would never want one of them to feel ashamed of who they are solely because of their bodies.

You know what your mother did that day was wrong, but you know even more that you should start to change how you feel about it.

Also, you’ve talked the whole night, and if you were about to (probably) fuck him, you should at least make sure he wasn’t an asshole that found you disgusting by a mark.

Looking at him with pleading eyes, he stays silent, letting you take as much time as you need. You grab the hem of your shirt, and you want to sprint out as soon as your head starts playing the exact words you’ve heard every time you’ve gone shopping and tried on something that showed your skin. You shouldn’t.

To be fair, you correct that same voice, you’ve done a lot of things you shouldn’t, like entering a tattoo shop when your whole family and career were conservative as hell, or accepting a burrito from a complete stranger in the middle of the night in a concert, and you’re still alive.

His shoulders become smaller, and one of his hands goes to his shoulder, covering himself while his biceps show more.

‘’If it’s the piercings, I assure you I don’t have one down there, I’m not that brave’’ he laughs.

‘’What?’’ now you’re even more confused.

‘’Well, I know many don’t like them, I thought you did, but I could be wrong’’ he blinks like you do when you’re nervous, and you have to shake your head before you talk again.

‘’Wonbin, I was moaning while licking them just a second ago, I think that’s enough proof of how much I do like them’’ you say suddenly surprised with the way the confident guy you’ve been talking to the whole party has changed to a shy version of himself. You can’t seem to let him feel the problem is him, so you take all the courage you have, pull up your shirt and toss it to the floor, just like Wonbin did.

You’re wearing the top of a swimsuit, because even if you weren’t going to swim, you didn’t want to stay out of the theme. The thin straps don’t hide anything from you, and you leave the insecurity of your life on full display.

He looks at you and blinks.

‘’So, you want to continue?’’ he asks.

You blink, not believing that he’s not making any question about it. Your first boyfriend asked you desperately what had happened to you, expecting a sad story with tears, and you didn’t feel like receiving that pity look again, so you never fucked him, or anyone, in daylight ever again.

You also broke up with him after fucking two times.

‘’I mean, I want to, but don’t you have any question?’’ you ask unconvinced. Was he ignoring the elephant in the room or were you to pretentious to think everything was about your mark and everyone would focus on it your whole life?

‘’About what?’’

You start to feel stupid (which was probably right).

‘’Is my scar… okay to you?’’ you ask then.

‘’Why would it not be? I’ve seen it before’’ he says.

You lift your hand to stop him. You have to stop everything from moving forward in that exact same second.

‘’What do you mean you’ve seen it before?’’ you can’t believe it. You’ve hidden it so well some of your friends have never seen it in years of friendship. You’ve hidden it so well that you have family that has never heard of your fall when you were a dumb child who obliged their parents to take off the training wheels before they learned how to fully drive a bicycle.

‘’I’m a tattoo artist at The Ink. The admin sent me a picture of it to check if I could do the nude tattoo. I told you that I saw you there. I wanted to talk to you to convince you to a coloured one, but you had left when my other appointment ended.’’

He says it with such calm you can’t help but feel calm too, even if incredibly dumb at the same time. He didn’t look like usual tattoo artists, he had his arms empty, like blank canvases waiting to be painted, and you had to be honest, you imagined them all to have no empty space in their bodies.

Where was the tweety you imagined them all to have?

You nod, understanding. You’re such an asshole, you’ve done to him everything you didn’t want people to do to you. You’ve judged his appearance, his career, everything out of the stupid traditionality of your ideas.

 ‘’I see’’ you say, and he smiles.

‘’Did you think I would push you away the second I saw it? As if it was a scarlet letter?’’ he says with a breathy laugh, as if he found funny how dumb you were for thinking it was a problem.

‘’First, I didn’t know you read. Second, well yes, don’t laugh at me, I’m all vulnerable and almost tits on air’’ you say, looking at his chest to distract yourself from the shame. At least, you think, it’s not because of your body anymore.

He laughs louder, getting closer to your body and leaving his head on the space of your neck and putting his hands over yours, which were gripping the surface of the sink. It feels like a hug, but you doubt it could be described as that when he wasn’t wrapping you with his arms. He was just there, close, chest to chest, pressing his hard piercings against your flimsy bikini top.

‘’I have something to admit though’’ he says after a second.

Of course, there was something, everything was too good to be true. You sighed, nodding and giving him permission to say it.

It’s weird. Looks a bit ugly. It’s hard to digest.

‘’I think it’s really pretty, especially the color, it reminds me of cherry blossoms.’’

You swear, Wonbin can’t stop surprising you.

‘’Shut up’’ you smile shyly. He moves apart and when he sees you becoming all timid again, he cups your chin and makes you lift your eyes to him.

‘’I have a scar too, although not as pretty as yours’’ he says, moving the locks of hair covering his left eyebrow and showing you the nude line there.

You press your finger there. He’s a bad liar, not because he sounds unconvincing, but because what he said is blatantly not true. His scar is prettier, so much that it looks as if it had been done in purpose to make him look more handsome.

‘’Dumbass’’ you smile, pressing the pad of your thumb over his almost perfect eyebrow. If you’re honest, it looks perfect to you.

He uses your distraction and gives you a quick peck on the lips. You can’t react to it when he’s already away.

‘’What was that?’’ you laugh loudly, finding him adorable.

‘’A kiss, I hope’’ he answers, smiling so wide you see his bunny teeth.

Fuck, I like him, you think.

You kiss him again, this time for longer, so it’s a real kiss.

His hands go play with the straps of your top and you move your hands to your back to undo the knot holding it in place.

When you let it fall, he admires you like you did to him before. His hands, bigger than yours, go to your chest, playing with your nipples, to then go higher and follow the trail of your scar.

‘’I would die to draw flowers over them’’ he comments, index drawing the line. ‘’It would be a good branch’’ he notices. ‘’The flowers would be blossoming, at their best point, full of colour’’ he sighs, eyes dropping as if he was getting hot with the mere idea of tattooing your skin. His middle finger touches the little lines that move outward, like they’re born from the thick, uneven line. ‘’It would be a perfect tree’’ he finishes.

You’re getting wet with the image he plants in your imagination. It blooms in your sex, which is getting more wet with every second that passes. In your ears, he’s singing the hottest song you’ve heard in your life, watering the seed he had buried in your mind.

‘’I want to be a teacher. I’d get fired if they saw it’’ you lament.

‘’Don’t think so, every student would think you’re the coolest person around’’ he whispers. One of his hands goes down your abdomen, cupping you over your denim shorts and pulling a soft whimper from you. ‘’Just like I do right now.’’

 ‘’Welcome to the fan club,’’ you shake your head, opening your legs a little more, unnoticeable, and then punching his chest. ‘’You’re such a simp.’’

He grabs your hand and maintains it over his chest, cupping you harder to feel how wet you’re getting. He’s not touching you directly, but he knows you’re wet under all the clothes, and he smirks proudly. ‘’What can I say baby, you rocked my world.’’

You can’t believe he’s using one of your favourite songs to turn you on. He didn’t need to. You’re so wet you’re sure your bikini bottoms are drenched and it’s probably reaching the hard fabric of your shorts.

‘’Shut up’’ you order, touching his clothed erection and unfastening his belt. The metallic sound of it echoes inside the small room, covering the sound of the vents and your throat gulping the saliva accumulated.

‘’So, you do enjoy being in charge’’ he clicks his tongue, smirking. ‘’Now I just wonder how many hours you can boss me around.’’

‘’You said we have to be quick’’ you remind him, pulling down his zipper and smirking too.

‘’You’re right, sadly we’re not alone’’ he agrees, doing the same action with you. ‘’We’ll take out time the next time.’’

His fingers finally touch you directly, sliding a finger between your lips, gathering the wetness that pools there. You almost roll your eyes, feeling the quick touch over your clit electrifying. Still, you must have the last word. ‘’Bold of you to assume there’ll be a next time’’ you say like you can, hand going inside his trousers too.

He groans when you touch his cock. It jumps inside your grip, making you smile until he talks. ‘’With how wet you are, I’m sure it’ll be soon.’’

You want to say something even more cocky, but you can’t answer when his fingers press your clit again. You’re sure you’re making a mess inside your shorts and that you’ll be fucking uncomfortable downstairs, but if you’re going to go around with your clothes all dirty, he should do it too.

Playing with the head of his cock, you have to contain yourself from pulling down his underwear to catch the sight of it naked. The skin feels soft in your hand, and he’s so hard that, when you press it, you feel what he’s made. You’re sure he has a pink tip, just like his nipples, and that seems to drive you a bit more insane. The picture you create in your head is nearly orgasmic. His hard coke, with its thickness and bloody colour, angrily pointed at you for being the cause of its pain.

This is really something you shouldn’t be doing. You shouldn’t be giving a boy you just talked to that day a handjob. It’s so nasty and improper, much more than your scar or any tattoo you could get done.

When you use those adjectives, you notice, that you’re mostly referring to yourself. Could you see Wonbin as nasty and improper? He has pierced nipples, but you thought they were incredibly hot, not to be described as those words, or to be categorized with you.

‘’Your pussy is dripping so much. I want to lick it until I drown in it’’ he sighs, fingers smearing your juices and making a wet sound. ‘’You’d come in my mouth so good, I’m sure I’d be able to taste you the whole night.’’

Oh no, he is nasty and improper, just like you.

Your hand is a bit dry. The only thing helping you touch him good is the little pre-cum you’re using as lube to slide your hand. You spit in your hand while maintaining eye contact, and his grin gets wider, as if he’s glad he has found someone as sick and perverted as him.

You’re not, you try to convince yourself, but you know there’s no use. You were licking his nipples as if your life depended on it moments ago, and you’re sure you’d do it all over again.

Remembering they’re there, at your whole disposition, your free hand moves to touch one. You play with the beams, flicking it up and down, to then pull them. He groans harder when you do it, and you feel his cock get somehow thicker, but instead of loosening your grip, you tighten it and jerk him faster, touching the tip and the base so fast he hisses.

His hips move when you suddenly stop your hand, and you smile, liking how desperate he looks. He notices it, so to erase that smudgy grin, he plugs two fingers inside you, obliging you to part your lips with the sensation of him filing you and the sound of your pussy squelching. His fingers are long enough to shock you, and the pain of pleasure building is starting to hit you as much as him.

‘’Let it free, please’’ he asks nicely. He’s so polite and looks in so much pain you want to do it, but you’re sure that, if you asked the same, he wouldn’t comply your begs.

A dark spot is appearing in his black underwear. You can see it with the orange light on. He’s also sweating so bad with the temperature of the room that you see a drip fall from his damp hair to his neck and die on the bone of his clavicle.

You want to lick that place too.

‘’Don’t want to’’ you say, doing the fast motion again, making him grunt.

His fingers move faster too, pushing a bit down your shorts so he can finger you better. It sounds almost like a dessert, and you moan when he curls his fingers. Fucking tattoo artist with talented hands.

‘’Don’t be mean or I’ll be even worse’’ he warns you.

You twist his nipple harder, and he whimpers.

His hands are ferociously fucking you, two fingers deep inside you and his palm brushing your clit, making you wish you had the liberty of cumming without consequences.

You do it too, you keep his pace, moving your hand up and down, not thinking much about it, just following him. You’re the one touching him, you’re the one being mean while jerking him off inside his trousers, yet it feels as if he was the one commanding you to do so.

He starts thrusting the hold you have on him, simulating the force and speed he’s using to fuck you with his fingers.

‘’You’re so bad, the next time I’ll make you beg for me to use my tongue on you’’ he painfully says.

You’re getting closer, you feel it coming. Your pussy is already dripping what you feel as your close orgasm, and so is he with the twitching of his cock, you just know it. You frown, mouth open, and you don’t analyze your question when you do it.

‘’Why would I beg?’’ you innocently ask.

He doesn’t have to say anything. He opens his mouth, flashing you the silver ball in his rosy tongue, and you lose yourself, cumming with a silent moan and shaking legs. He does the same. Feeling your orgasm splashing his hand, he shoots his cum, marking with the marbles more than one spot in his underwear.

You finally pull down his underwear when you feel he has finished cumming, and you see, even if not as hard anymore, the prettiest cock you could’ve imagined. To fuck with him, you spread his cum along his softening shaft, and he does the same with you, sliding his fingers a couple more times before he takes his hand out. Watching it glossy and drops sliding down to his wrist, he looks at you and licks them before they get to his forearm.

You’re both a couple of nasty, improper, sick and pervert people.

Not much later, when you’re both getting decent again, he talks. ‘’Come to the studio, I’ll give you the tattoo’’ he says with a drunk voice. You’ve cleaned as much as you could with toilet paper, and you meet his eyes in the mirror. He’s behind you, knotting your bikini top for you, and looking extremely placid for doing it, as if he was still in the haze of the moment. ‘’Of course, after that, we should go on a date too’’ he says more firmly than his previous offer.

He’s perfect and imperfect in so many senses: he has rosy delicate lips, yet he has uttered the nastiest words you’ve ever heard, he has shaped eyebrows, yet a scar interrupts the harmony of them, and he has the beauty to attract anyone with all his odds, yet he chooses you.

No, he is perfect for you, just the way he is.

You’re still in the blissful state of your post-orgasm, kind of there and at the same time far away, so you don’t even think twice before you nod at his proposal.

‘’We should.’’

When you both eat the remaining cold pizza, he rests one of his hands on your shoulder, pulling you closer to his side, nodding when you tell him that cherry blossoms do sound good.