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— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Lessons!

Genre: smut, best friends / roommates to lovers Pairing: sub!jeongguk x softdom!reader Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: low-key fuckgirl!reader, inexperienced!jk, mutual pining, choking, corruption kink, voyeurism, mutual masturbation

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“So you want me to tell you how to..” you trailed off while still trying to process the question that was asked not even a minute ago. “How to finger someone, yes” Jeongguk mumbled, suddenly ashamed at the scandalous question. He began to fumble with the long sleeves of his white shirt, nervously speaking up again to ease the tension. “I mean.. Y-you don’t have to of course! Not if it makes you uncomfortable, y’know? Just found it easy to ask you.”

The thing is, you had no issue teaching him. He was your best friend and roommate so naturally he’d heard it all. You were pretty open about everything, including your sex life. You weren’t one to have shame in your game, especially with how many stories there were to tell. Ranging from one-night stands that had you drier than the Sahara desert, to hookups that left you seeing stars. Jeongguk was okay with this, never feeling uncomfortable with the taboo subject. You still decided to maintain boundaries, making sure to never bring anyone home.

Out of respect for Jeongguk and his precious sleep, you strictly fucked at the other person’s place, with no exceptions. Strangely enough, you stuck by this rule even when Jeongguk wasn’t home. The whole idea of another man entering your and Jeongguk’s space just felt odd to you. Part of you knew why, but that bit of information would be stored far in the back of your mind. Maybe if you were in denial for long enough you’d finally get rid of the feelings you had for Jeongguk.

It sounds hypocritical to go on rambling about how many men you’ve fucked and then admit that you have a crush on your best friend, but who could blame you? He was so mesmerizing, the way his hair had grown out to frame his face beautifully, big brown eyes that glittered even in the darkest settings, matching the glint of the piercing on his lip. Speaking of which, his pretty pink lips were hard to not stare at while he talked, almost as if they were begging you to kiss them. You could go on but you’d never stop. If you would ever fuck anyone in your apartment, it’d have to be him 100%.

You knew this wasn’t an option though, you couldn’t risk over 10 years of friendship just because your pussy got wet with something as simple as him readjusting his glasses. Perhaps the casual one-night stands were your way of suppressing what you felt for him. But how successful could this coping mechanism really be if you found yourself imagining it was Jeongguk inside of you instead of a random man?

“I don’t mind, but can’t you just watch porn or something?” You cocked a brow, watching his cheeks suddenly grow pink. 

“I dont.. I’ve never watched it..” He dropped his head as if it were something he should’ve been ashamed of.

There was another reason his bold request had caught you off guard. Jeongguk was a virgin, making hookups fall out of the question. This suddenly made your chest bubble in jealousy as you wondered what he could possibly need fingering lessons for, or much rather for who. He didn’t have a girlfriend, but that was only as far as you knew. You were sure he’d tell you if he was seeing someone, right?  

“Why do you need to learn?” Your eyes redirect elsewhere, afraid of your shallow gaze letting him know you were slightly mad at the thought of him pleasuring someone else. His, however, were glued onto your face as he threw his hands up.

“Why so many questions n/n? ‘m just embarrassed.. feel like I should know this stuff at my age” He pouted. 

Feeling relief from the fact that there wasn’t someone else involved, you spoke to Jeongguk as his best friend again.

“Gukkie, you know there’s no pressure in becoming sexually active y’know? This stuff comes naturally, some quicker than others, but there’s no definite age at which you should learn this stuff.” You raised your hand to pat his head. "Learn it 'cause you want to and not because you feel like you should know it"

If Jeongguk were being honest, he had only exposed half of his truth to you. Sure, he can admit that he's a bit inexperienced for his age, but he had a reason. That reason being you. Ever since the day he met you, he swore he’d never met anyone else more perfect than you. You were so gentle with him, from the times you bandaged his knee after scraping it on the pavement as a kid, to the time you held him while he fake-cried about his ex-girlfriend cheating on him.

It’s not like he loved Jieun very much anyway, he’d only dated her as a poor attempt to get over you. Seeing as it had clearly not worked, the only option he had was to convince himself, and everyone else, that he had been truly in love with Jieun. So as soon as he heard that she’d hooked up with her dorm mate, he put on his best act and cried endlessly. Apart from doing it to seal the deal about Jieun, he had also secretly enjoyed being in your arms that whole time you comforted him. He strained his body to release every tear he could for the sake of staying as long as he could in your embrace.

Ever since then, he couldn’t muster up the courage to date again. You had ruined his life in the best and worst way possible. Yeah, he was a 23-year-old virgin who never had a legit girlfriend to gain experience with, but he was also Jeon Jeongguk who got coddled by his best friend every chance she got because she loved him very much. He knew you loved him, but maybe not in the way that he loved you.

He was no match for the men that ripped the moans out of your mouth at night while you desperately clutched the sheets, begging for release. He had to learn how to surpass them one way or another, and for that, he’d need to start from the root. He couldn’t learn from porn, no, those girls weren’t you. If he asked you directly how to pleasure someone, you’d subconsciously speak about how you prefer to be pleasured and to learn that was his goal. 

Sitting face to face with you, hand on his cheek, he couldn’t help but feel warm inside. His gaze dropped to your cherry-glossed lips, harshly gulping while resisting the urge to kiss you.

This didn’t go unnoticed by you, beginning to smirk at how obvious the boy in front of you was being at this very moment.

“Or how about..” your fingers caressed his cheek, slowly beginning to drop to his neck. “Instead of teaching you, I show you, hm?” you whispered, carefully testing the waters while slightly confused as to where the confidence came from, swearing you wouldn’t ruin the friendship only a few minutes ago.

The doubt in your mind was quick to subside when Jeongguk began to nod his head. The grip your hand had on the sides of his neck slightly tightened, whines already beginning to slip past his lips. His sounds alone made your imagination go wild, loving how sensitive and reactive he was to your touch. You couldn’t wait to see how fast he would get riled up, leaving you to enjoy every last bit of his neediness. The thought of being able to turn your sweet, innocent boy into a fucked out mess had arousal leaking into your underwear. 

“Sit here, m’kay? No touching, just watch, can you do that for me?” your body moved away from his, positioning yourself against the headboard with your legs in his direction. He hummed a quiet, “yes” and you smiled, “Good, good boy” Your legs began to part, exposing the wet patch in your white panties that his oversized tee previously concealed. Your delicate fingers traveled to your thighs, inching closer to your heat with slow movements. “Gotta feel her up first”

Four teasing fingers became two as your hand finally left your thigh and reached your clothed cunt. Your middle and ring fingers rubbed small circles in the middle, making sure to spread the arousal and collect new slick. Once the material became soaked and sticky enough, you began to slide the panties down your legs, fully exposing yourself to the wide-eyed boy in front of you.

“Like what you see?” 

Jeongguk didn’t even need to answer the question, his erect cock did all the talking for him. The grey sweatpants he wore only emphasized the size of his bulge, noticeably growing painfully hard. His tip began to throb at the sight of your two digits parting your lips, showing how wet you were.

“Rub slowly, like this” you demonstrated, sliding your fingers up and down your glistening cunt, “Never fast, unless she’s close. This isn’t a competition on how fast she can cum, take your time and focus on pleasing her.” your voice wavered towards the end as your lower body began to grow more sensitive by the second. Your eyes looked up at Jeongguk who frantically nodded, making sure to take mental notes despite the aching length inside of his pants. 

“Here’s the cli- mmm, t-the clit.” a moan escaped your mouth after your hand had traveled up to stimulate the perky nub. Heat began to build up in your stomach, letting you know that this lesson would soon turn into you focusing on your climax. 

“Can cum like this, or by touching down here, ah fuck” you whined, feeling the familiar stretch of your fingers entering your hole. Slowly pumping in, you tried to stay collected. Jeongguk needed your help, and you would provide it by all means necessary. That didn’t mean it wasn’t becoming increasingly hard for the both of you to not break, though. “D-don’t just ngh go in and out hmm, curl your f-fingers too, yea?”

Jeongguk was doing everything in his power to not lunge at you. His brain was going numb at the sight of your head thrown back, bottom lip caught in between your teeth as you struggled to swallow back your needy moans, doing everything you could to continue talking Jeongguk through the process. He was desperate for any sort of contact at this point, a hand immediately flying to cup his cock. Giving it a short squeeze, he began to softly palm it. Sitting at the foot of the bed, he felt so close to you yet so far. The squelching sound of your fingers pounding in and out of your pussy had him leaking enough pre-cum to make a patch of his grey sweatpants grow dark.

So caught up in your own pleasure, you had forgotten about the boy in front of you. His whimper was enough to make your eyes shoot open. Before you stood a desperate Jeongguk, tears welling up in his eyes due to the pain of the erection that wouldn’t stop growing impossibly harder. He was rutting against his hand, feeling so hot that his bangs were now stuck to the thin sheet of sweat forming on his forehead. You hummed at the sight, causing his rosy pink face to rise up. “Take off your pants, baby” you barely breathed out, more fucked out from your fingers than usual. 

Jeongguk wasted no time in stripping his lower half, excited cock hitting his lower abdomen with a slight smacking sound as he sat there waiting for your next instruction. Your head flew back again as your fingers uncontrollably quickened their pace at the sight of Jeongguk’s big, pretty cock. You regained enough composure to slow down your movements, not wanting to cum just yet. A free hand reached out to your side, grabbing at the sticky lace panties before throwing them at Jeongguk. “Touch yourself with them,” you ordered.

Jeongguk swore he could come from your words alone. His mind stuttered, already feeling so pussy-drunk despite not having touched it yet. He snapped back with the pain that shot through his eager cock, needing release. He grabbed your panties and quickly wrapped them around his cock. Moans flew out of his mouth as he slid the wet material up and down his cock. Pleasure fogged his mind causing everything around him to become a blur. 

You were quick to catch up with Jeongguk’s pace, drawing your curled fingers in and out of your gushing pussy as they grazed your g-spot. This was all overwhelming, a good overwhelming. On one hand, you had your shy boy with his cock out, desperately tugging at it and shamelessly jerking himself off in front of you. On the other hand, the coil in your stomach felt so close to bursting with the delicious pleasure your fingers offered you, leaving you wondering how Jeongguk’s would feel after the lesson. 

The boy was delirious, babbling an incoherent mix of curses as well as your name due to the scent of your sweet essence mixing with his own. His balls tightened, a sign that he was close until a whiny voice spoke out. “Cum with me baby, so c-close” You stared at his hooded eyes through your own. 

“Don’t know if I can” he cried.

“Wanna be good for me? Don’t cum til I say so, yea?”

He nodded frantically, his movements were becoming sloppy but he was determined to show you how obedient he could be. The only sounds that echoed through the room were those of skin slapping against each other with a mix of needy whines. That soon changed when your voice filled the room, giving him permission to cum as you reached your own orgasm. The both of you felt as if you had transcended into a different universe, seeing nothing but stars and feeling euphoria flow through your veins. The high was never-ending, white stripes shooting into the soiled panties while cum dripped down your entire hand.  Your spent bodies laid on the bed momentarily, shortly before wasting no time cleaning up in order to tangle your bodies together.

 Masturbation had never felt so heavenly.

A/N: omg this was literally written with no plan whatsoever i had to do some serious improv😭 kinda rushed the end because i typed this up with plans of sleeping at 12am but it is now close to 2am and my mind is a lil foggy >.< anyways hope u liked !! don't forget to leave feedback or requests<3

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w; voyeurism/exhibitionism ... this was hard to edit with no names! LOL so bear with me! just have two people in mind that you like while reading this story ... one that you want performing and one you want watching hehe i know you can think of two cause we're all hoes around here anyway <3

His habit of falling asleep on the couch after spending half the night watching movies normally only earns him a sore back and heavy eyes the following day, but when he spots your boyfriend and you stumbling into the apartment he shares with you, he realizes tonight offers him a bit more. His sleepy eyes flutter open at the sound of a lock clicking, and your giggling as he notices your boyfriend’s head shoved into the crook of your neck only pulls him further from dreamland as he becomes wide awake.

He blinks to make sure he’s seeing correctly, but how could he miss the way you both slip off your shoes, pull your coats from your shoulders, and toss your keys aside before your arms wrap around the neck before you, which only makes him stir beneath the thin blanket that drapes over his body wearing nothing but gray sweats. His bare chest heaves at the sight of your head falling back against the apartment door, allowing your boyfriend’s lips and hands to wander, and it doesn’t take long for you to begin mumbling something about something that goes unheard.

Luckily, the apartment lighting is dim, and there’s no way for either of you to actually spot him awake. As long as he remains still, frozen, watching the scene unfold as his heart skips a beat when he catches a hand slip beneath your skirt.

“I wanna come,” you whine in a not so quiet whisper, and his eyes bulge at the sound of your playful voice traveling from the front door over to where he lays on the couch. He licks his lips, gulps, and yells at himself in his mind that he shouldn’t be watching, that he should roll over, close his eyes if he’s not going to make it known he’s awake.

But it wouldn't be the first time he’s listened in to the two of you. Even if he is catching the two of you in plain sight now, there have been nights before when he heard you moaning from the other room, telling him you’re getting close, whimpering that you’re coming. He would never admit to anyone that he’s gotten off to it more times than he’s proud to even realize, and he guesses it’s what keeps him from tearing his eyes away now.

You whimper once again in a breathless, needy voice that has his cock bulging beneath his sweatpants, an ache already setting in at just the thought of what’s about to take place. “Get on your knees.” The sight of your boyfriend dropping to the floor with no hesitation makes his cock twitch in his pants, finding it harder to sit still and not reveal that he’s awake. The last thing he needs is his roommate, and his roommate’s boyfriend, pissed at him for being a spying creep. Though he knows it’s anything but right, he can’t help himself.

The sound of your moans as your lover pushes your skirt higher and begins kissing over the fabric of your panties finally causes him to snap. He can’t resist reaching for his cock, beginning to palm himself over his sweats while remaining thankful the blanket is covering him for the most part. He supresses his own noises by biting down on his bottom lip, but his breaths grow heavy the moment he spots fingers sinking into the band of your panties, pulling the flimsy cotton down your legs to be tossed to the side.

Even in the dim lighting he can see your awaiting slit as your boyfriend props a leg over his shoulder a moment before leaning between your thighs once again, and God does the sight make him wish more than ever he was the one tasting you. But he settles for being a silent audience for now, never pulling his eyes away, and from the way you whimper your boyfriend’s name, he can only assume your folds are being teased by a diligent tongue.

The thought has him reaching with a shaky hand to push his sweats lower, uncovering his cock before wrapping a strong grip around the base. He tries his best not to make any sudden movements, but he guesses from the way your head is tossed back and your hips begin to roll that you’re far from paying attention to him. As he begins to stroke his own cock in slow, yet steady motions, he decides he doesn’t care in the moment. The sight of his roommate being eaten out by her boyfriend takes precedence, and between your moans, the face buried between your thighs, and him stroking his own cock, he can no longer care about right and wrong.

His breaths deepen just as your moans grow louder, and part of him wonders if you do it on purpose just so he will hear. Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind, he realizes as much as he begins to hear groans from between your thighs in the moment.  Your hands fall to grip the strands of hair below you, and he begins stroking himself quicker, tightening his grip while imagining how you taste. Part of him is envious it’s not him giving you pleasure, slipping his tongue between your folds, circling your clit, making you moan, and the other part is thankful he gets to witness such a sight that has his cock so painfully erect and twitching every time you whimper the other man’s name.

The pleasure overtakes the guilt in his chest, no longer worried over watching something he shouldn’t see, and not even worried over getting caught, but feeling the bliss fill his body as he runs his palm along his length, precum dripping from the tip, balls tightening against his body. He’s getting close and he’s barely even started, too affected by your moans, the sight of the mouth working between your legs, too focused on imagining how wet you are or how incredible it would feel to have your juices drip against his tongue.

His eyes close a moment later, keeping that vision of you pressed against the door with your boyfriend on his knees in his mind. He strokes himself quicker, twitching against his own palm each time you make a noise, biting his lip hard to try to keep his own groans in check, but he’s becoming weaker. He’s breathless and needy and wishes his face was buried between your legs. If not, he wishes he could watch freely, imagining what it would be like if the thought of him focused on the pleasure someone else gives you gets you off quicker. His cock twitches and his balls tighten at that, finding himself worked up all over again at just the idea of you being as into it as him.

He can feel himself getting close, and his eyes flutter open to take one last look at the two of you. Your boyfriend grips your thigh with a strong hold, fingers pressed so tightly to your skin and he is sure it’s to keep you from moving too wildly against his tongue. You’re worked up, getting close with your jaw slacked, legs trembling, causing him to wonder what it feels like if your thighs were wrapped around him as you come undone. He can feel the pressure building with your every whimper, the pleasure swelling as he watches, the tension tightening when he imagines being a part of the scene taking place by the front door.

Without warning he snaps, bliss unraveling inside him and thick, white ropes spilling onto his bare stomach. He’s breathless and needy as he tries to keep quiet, hips bucking into his hand, milking his cock for every last, messy drop that releases onto his flesh. He doesn’t stop pumping himself as he listens for the moment you gasp your lover’s name, finding your own ending with a skilled tongue between your thighs, and his head buzzes with the thought of the two of you getting off at the same time.

He barely has time to catch his breath before you’re pushing your boyfriend away with cute little giggles, being guided to the bedroom for clean up while he can breathe a sigh of relief in getting away with something. He waits for the click of your door before he moves, tiptoeing to the bathroom to find a rag to clean the mess he’s made over his stomach, rushing to finish so neither of you catch him.

Once he’s done, he tiptoes to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him and managing to fall asleep with a satisfied grin on his face, feeling as if he’s gotten away with the unthinkable.

Or at least, he assumes he has, until morning comes and you find him in the kitchen making a bowl of cereal. There’s a sly smirk on your lips that makes his heart sink, and the moment you narrow your eyes toward him with his mouth full of Captain Crunch, his stomach begins to twist at the possibility.

“Maybe you can join us next time instead of just watching,” you tell him, patting him on the shoulder as he leans against the counter, mouth full with a bowl in his hand. “It’s not like I haven’t heard you getting off to us before.”

He remains frozen in place, unable to move, or speak, or even breathe after realizing you were on to him the entire time, knowing he’s getting off to not only the sounds, but now the sight of the two of you.

“Don’t worry,” you begin again, pausing to search the fridge for orange juice, and turning to him with a wide smile after finding the carton, “it definitely helped me get off faster when you watch.”

Fawn

warnings: 18+, age gap(reader is 18), coercion, corruption, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, hair pulling, gaslighting and manipulation, alcoholism, some religious themes/talk, virgin/innocent reader, dark thoughts/fantasies, very vague mentions of familial abuse, shamming, obsession, overall yoongi is a ✨creep✨

Note: sometimes I piss myself off because I’ve been dying over this fic for days and now I don’t even like it much anymore- can I have nothing?😭idk might start writing more smut now??

You were a fawn in headlights when he first saw you in that clearing. Your back had been to him and at first, he had swore and scoffed at you because who hangs around in the woods disturbing his peace? Everyone in this town knew he lurked behind the tree line, drinking himself stupid and doing whatever fucked up activities they rumored him to. Yoongi never minded being the talk of the town. He’d been an outcast since his teenage years. Since he stopped going to church with his family like every other prim family populating the place. They took some fun teenage rebellion and ran with it- he liked to think himself not as messed up as people whispered he was. He’d always thought himself not to be until he met you.

He found you picking berries and flowers, anything that looked pretty out in the forest. You were kneeling trying to choose the perfect dandelion to add to your basket when he stormed over; pissed that someone was in his usual drink until he couldn’t move anymore spot. He liked it because it was a short walk from where he liked to stare at the Sunday churchgoers leaving and freak them out. He could recall seeing you before, always glued to your mother’s side wherever you went.

But he stayed away and kept to himself like always. He couldn’t say he had many, if any, friends around here. He’d been on his own since graduating and his family moved away shortly after. He hadn’t been close to them at the time so being left alone was welcomed at first. As for everyone else; if someone didn’t fit in around here they were an outcast without much care and it seemed that no one cared for him.

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A Little Secret | c.s

High!Choi San Solo

Genre: smut, solo

Word Count: 633

Warnings: San is High for the first time, masturbation, toys, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging

A/N: yes im skipping kinktober for now and writing something indulgent i know i know shame on me. But I was talking with @cheollipop and got this idea and i was like ayo im high rn I can write this rn and see if I can make a comprehensive fic while zooted lmao. Anyway here it is I hope you all enjoy!

The room was still, the only sound apparent being the trees rustling through the window in the chill air. San lay on his bed, legs spread wide and lube dripping down his cock. He thrusts his hips in the air, meeting the rhythm of his slicked hand. Fucking up into his fist, the slick sound filling the air of his cool room followed by nothing other than his whimpers and pants.

About a week ago, Mingi had given San these ‘special gummies’ he had called them. Mingi told San they were edibles, and if he wanted to try them he could. San, out of curiosity as he had never been high before, wanted to try them. Mingi gave him a heads up that he may get the munchies, may not be able to control his facial expression, and one secret third thing that if he gets to that point he should indulge in his desires. San didn’t know what Mingi meant by that last bit, but whatever it was he should try it anyway if he gets the urge. 

Now, here lies San in his bed, finally understanding Mingi’s words. This is his third round within the past hour and a half of the edible hitting, and he is feeling everything. 

San quickens his pace, frantically fucking into his fist and moaning a bit louder than before. He can feel his third orgasming approaching, his legs starting to shake from the overstimulation, each orgasm taking longer to reach than before. With a few more pumps San finishes into his hand, his hot cum dripping down from his hand and onto his stomach. He sits up and cleans himself off, but he still doesn’t feel satisfied enough. Each orgasm feels better than the one before and he just can’t keep himself from yearning for more.

After cleaning himself off he grabs one of his toys, a vibrating cock ring. San puts it on his softening cock, making sure it's on snug and turns it on. He grabs his cock, slick it back up again and jerking himself back to full hardness again. San fucks into his fist a few times before letting go of his cock. He reaches over again to grab another toy, a dildo this time. He sets it next to him and lubes up his fingers, slowly inserting one into his hole and curling it. His cock twitches in restraint, the vibrating cock ring doing its job and keeping him just out of reach of orgasm. 

San inserts another finger, panting and whining at the stimulation. He bites his lip, a tear slipping out as his angry cock twitches, holding back orgasm. San let’s out little “ah! Ah! Ah!’s” as he adds another finger. Having fucked himself enough, he replaces his fingers with the tip of the dildo, slowly sliding it in inch by inch. He fucks himself gently with the toy, turning up the vibration setting on his cockring. He can feel the tightness in his abdomen. San’s core scrunching in anticipation and his legs shaking a little. His mouth shapes into an ‘O’ shape as he ups the setting one more time. He can feel his pelvis shake as he finally, finally orgasms. He lets out a low moan as he finishes, his cum shooting far towards his chest, seemingly nonstop rope after rope of semen coming out of his throbbing cock. Tears fill his eyes at his longest orgasm yet, his cock still squirting precum everywhere and near coating his chest.

Panting as he comes down from his orgasm and collapses against his bed again. San sighs and goes to get up but can’t bring himself to, his high from his orgasm and his literal high being too much.

He has to take edibles more often.

wdyt of headcanons of bff!jongho and his gentle habit of running the tip of his nose, lips, and fingers across your skin and u reciprocate so the tension gets thicker and thicker each time but on a random rainy day, while cuddling, your fingers trace up his thighs and somewhere below his belly button and he SNAPS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

NO WAIT WAIT WAIT 🤚🏻🤚🏻🤚🏻🛑🛑🛑 IM SUCh A SUCKER FOR SOFT AND LIGHT TOUCHES??? AND JONGHO IS THE PERFECT CONTENDER FOR THIS BC I SEE IT????

I want to see Jongho’s face and reaction when you trail your fingertips up and down his thigh absentmindedly. It starts off playful and Jongho likes the way it tickles since he does it so often—pressing soft kisses against your nose, temple, thighs and you always squeal when he does that. When you do it, it sends electricity down his spine too, and he adores it. Just one problem, it’s starting to get him hot and bothered for some reason when you do it to him.

Jongho pretends he doesn’t notice, but the higher your hands trail up his thighs, the more his breath hitches, and then when your hand is hovering over his pelvic region, his hand grabs yours and you’re staring right at his unreadable expression.

Before you know it, he has you trapped underneath him, his hands are pining both your wrists down.

He asks, “and just what do you think you’re trying to do?” You would shrug innocently.

“You always do that,” you’d reply innocently. Jongho only stares back. Oh boy does he want to ruin you so bad. He drags your clothes off you, one by one before he completely undresses himself, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen as he sighs.

Soon enough you find yourself taking his thick cock up your sopping cunt. Your legs are resting over his shoulders, tears streaking down your face as you take every fucking inch Jongho gives you. His fat cock is amazing at sending sparks beneath your eyelids every time he has you filled up and whining, and he’s just soaking in the completely fucked out expression you give him whenever he renters you to break you over and over again.

He bites and sucks against your legs that are propped up on his shoulders as you completely fall apart when your orgasm hits you, whining so fucking loud when Jongho intentionally slows down his thrusts when you’re shaking from the orgasm with a smirk.

To be fair, he’s not lasting any longer than you are—he’s biting the inside of his cheek when you’re fluttering over his rigid cock with your convulsing walls, accompanied by you screaming his name like a mantra.

He becomes completely undone—jerking forward with a moan and a string of curses as he spurts and empties right into your tight hole, so much that it’s starting to leak out of you. He pulls out, and a few more spurts land on your tummy.

Jongho’s ready to take a bunch of tissues to clean the both of you up, but he halts his tracks when your hand grabs his wrist, and you’re looking up at him with those sinful eyes, and you murmur, “not enough, babe. Need more.”

It take him less than a spilt second to grow rock hard again at your perfect little fucked out state, still begging for him to fuck you until your mind breaks. He glances at the window—the thunderstorm is still raging on—before his attention is back onto you, as he climbs over your frame, rubbing his cock against your ruined folds, watching you sigh before your face contorts into pleasure once more.