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jake, your roommate who’s been secretly obsessed with you for six months — stealing glances at your tiny shorts, jerking off to the sound of you moaning when you stretch, and memorizing every little habit of yours until one night when he finally snaps.
|tw: 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢, minor dni. porn with NO plot, (zero plot, straight filth) somnophilia / dubcon → consensual (starts while you’re “asleep,” you wake up and beg for it) roommate AU with heavy mutual pining + slight yandere/obsession vibes size kink, detailed, creampie, breeding talk, cum leaking jake is very whiny, whimpery, and vocal (moaning, stuttering, whining between words) oral (jake eating pussy + desperate mattress humping) dirty talk (praise + light degradation) slight possessiveness? slight choking. unprotected sex (do it) p in v,
idk manew lmk if i missed smth
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Jake couldn't sleep. Again.
It was becoming a real fucking problem at this point—this insatiable, gnawing ache that settled deep in his gut every night without fail. Every time he closed his eyes, images of you flashed behind his eyelids like a dirty film he couldn't turn off. The way your lips wrapped around your morning coffee, slow and deliberate, leaving a faint gloss on the rim. How your shorts rode up your thighs when you sat cross-legged on the couch, the soft fabric bunching and exposing the smooth, warm skin he kept catching himself staring at. The fucking sound you made when you stretched after a long day of classes—a soft, breathy little moan that slipped from your throat and went straight to his cock, making it twitch hard against his thigh.
He groaned into his pillow, the fabric damp from the heat of his breath, and shifted onto his side. His body felt feverish, heavy with frustration. The sheets tangled around his legs, doing nothing to ease the insistent throb between them. He willed his mind to calm the fuck down, to think about anything else—work, the leaky faucet in the kitchen, tomorrow's errands. But the universe, it seemed, had other plans for him tonight.
Because through the thin walls of your shared apartment, he could hear you. The soft rustle of your sheets as you turned over. A quiet, contented sigh that spilled from your room and directly into his racing mind, wrapping around every filthy thought he'd tried to bury.
You'd been roommates for six months now. Six months of torture. Six months of Jake pretending he wasn't completely obsessed with you, with your body, with every little thing you did. He'd memorized your schedule—what time you woke up, the exact rhythm of the shower water when you washed your hair, which nights you stayed in curled up with a book versus when you went out with friends in those tight little tops that made his jaw clench. He knew more about you than any roommate should—the way you hummed when you cooked, how your laugh filled the living room, the faint scent of your vanilla body lotion that lingered in the bathroom long after you'd left. But he couldn't bring himself to care about how wrong it was. Not when every glimpse of you made his blood run hotter.
And tonight, with you just one room away, asleep and completely unaware, Jake felt his last thread of self-control snap like a rubber band pulled too tight.
His feet hit the cold floor before his brain caught up, the chill biting into his bare soles and sending a shiver up his spine. The hallway was dark, quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen and the heavy thud of his own heartbeat in his ears. He told himself he just needed water. That's all this was. A quick trip to the kitchen, a splash of cold on his face, and then back to bed like a responsible adult.
But his feet carried him past the kitchen. Past the bathroom. Straight to your door.
Your bedroom door was cracked open, just enough for the faint glow of your bedside lamp to spill into the hallway like a golden invitation he had no right to accept. You always left it on—a habit from childhood, you'd told him once over breakfast, your cheeks flushing slightly as you admitted to being scared of the dark. Jake thought it was adorable. He thought everything about you was adorable. And dangerous. And so fucking tempting.
He pushed the door open slowly, wincing at the faint creak of the hinges. The sound seemed to echo in the silence, loud as a gunshot to his heightened senses, and he froze, heart pounding against his ribs like a caged animal. Every muscle in his body tensed, waiting for any sign that you'd heard him—the shift of sheets, a sleepy question, the click of your lamp turning on.
Nothing.
You were fast asleep — or were you?— curled up on your side with one arm tucked under your pillow and the other stretched out across the empty space beside you, as if reaching for something in your dreams. Your hair was fanned out across the mattress, a messy halo that caught the soft light and gleamed like silk. And those fucking pajama shorts—the ones with the little bows on the hem—had ridden up dangerously high on your thighs, exposing the soft, smooth skin that Jake had spent countless nights imagining touching, tasting, gripping.
He exhaled shakily, running a hand through his disheveled hair, fingers catching on the damp strands at his nape. His cock strained against his boxers, already leaking, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to the swollen head.
What the fuck am I doing?
This was wrong. He knew it was wrong. You were his roommate, his friend, someone who trusted him enough to share this apartment, to leave your door cracked open without a second thought. And here he was, standing in your doorway in the middle of the night like some kind of depraved predator, breathing hard and fighting the urge to palm himself right there.
But then you shifted. Slowly. Your legs fell open just a fraction, the movement lazy and unconscious, and you let out this tiny, breathy whimper that hit him like a punch to the gut. His cock throbbed painfully, a bead of precum soaking through his boxers as heat flooded his veins.
That was it. That was the final nail in his coffin.
He moved before he could stop himself, crossing the small distance between the door and your bed in two quick strides, each step feeling heavier than the last, like wading through molasses. The floorboards creaked under his weight, a low protest that made his stomach twist, but you didn't stir. You were completely out, lost in whatever dreams had taken you for the night, your chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths that made your tank top cling to the soft curves of your breasts.
For a long moment, Jake just stood there, looming over your sleeping form like some kind of predator. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, his fingers twitching at his sides as the air between you thickened with unbearable tension. He could smell you—vanilla and warm skin and that faint floral shampoo that always drove him insane. His mouth watered. His hands ached.
Then, slowly, carefully, he lowered himself onto the edge of your mattress.
The bed dipped under his weight, the mattress sighing softly, and he held his breath, every nerve on fire as he waited for you to wake. To scream. To demand to know what the fuck he was doing in your room in the middle of the night.
But you didn't.
You just snuggled deeper into your pillow, letting out another soft sigh that made Jake's head spin and his cock jerk against his thigh. The heat from your body radiated toward him, pulling him closer like a magnet.
His hand trembled as he reached out, fingertips hovering for what felt like an eternity before brushing against your hip. Your skin was so fucking soft—softer than he'd imagined in all those desperate late-night fantasies, warm and smooth like velvet under his calloused fingers. The touch was featherlight, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight through his body, straight to his aching cock. He bit back a groan, feeling the way your skin pebbled slightly under his touch.
"Fuck," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, raw and strained.
He should stop. He should turn around, go back to his room, and jerk off in the privacy of his own space like a normal person. That was the right thing. The smart thing.
But Jake wasn't thinking with his brain right now. All the blood in his body had rushed south, leaving him dizzy and desperate and completely out of control. The tension in the room was suffocating, every second stretching out as his hand lingered on your hip, thumb stroking the tiniest circle against your skin.
He shifted closer, inch by agonizing inch, his body moving of its own accord until his chest was pressed against your back. You were so small compared to him, so delicate, and the contrast made his head swim. His arm draped over your waist, slow and careful, pulling you flush against him. The moment your ass nestled against his crotch, the heat of you seeping through the thin layers of fabric, he nearly lost it. His cock throbbed hard, trapped between your bodies, the friction making stars burst behind his eyelids.
You stirred slightly in your sleep, a soft "Mm" escaping your lips, your body instinctively pressing back into his warmth.
"Jake?" you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep, barely coherent.
He froze. Every muscle in his body locked up as he waited, heart hammering so loud he was sure you'd hear it. The seconds dragged on, thick with unbearable tension.
But you didn't pull away.
Instead, you snuggled closer, pressing your ass back against his crotch in a slow, unconscious roll that made him bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. The pressure was exquisite torture—your soft, warm curves molding perfectly against his rock-hard length.
"Thought you were at your girlfriend's," you mumbled, your words slurring together, still half-lost in sleep.
Jake's mind reeled. Girlfriend? What fucking girlfriend? But the words died in his throat as you drifted again, your breathing evening out, your body going slack yet still pressed so intimately against him.
And Jake? Jake was in fucking hell.
Your ass was pressed right against his aching cock, separated only by the thin fabric of his boxers and your tiny pajama shorts. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, the way your body fit against his like it was made for him. Every tiny shift of your hips sent sparks shooting up his spine. He stayed like that for long, torturous minutes, just breathing you in, fighting the overwhelming urge to grind against you.
But then you shifted again in your sleep, your hips moving in a lazy little circle, and suddenly there was friction—delicious, torturous friction that made Jake's vision blur at the edges.
"Shit," he hissed through gritted teeth, the word barely audible.
He couldn't do this. He shouldn't do this.
But his hips had other plans. The first roll was almost involuntary, a shallow drag of his cock against the swell of your ass that sent pleasure exploding through him. He stilled immediately after, chest heaving, waiting. Watching. The tension coiled tighter in his gut.
Nothing. You slept on.
Emboldened yet terrified, he moved again—slower this time, more deliberate. His cock slid against the curve of your ass, the fabric creating just enough drag to make him dizzy. He could feel every inch of you, the heat, the softness, the way your body responded even in sleep with tiny, unconscious twitches. His hand, resting on your hip, began to wander, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist, dipping under the hem of your pajama top to feel the bare, fever-warm skin of your stomach. You shivered under his touch, a full-body tremor that made his balls tighten.
"Jake?" you mumbled again, clearer this time, hovering on the edge of awareness.
He froze, hand splayed across your stomach, heart in his throat.
But you pressed back harder, a soft, needy moan escaping your lips as your ass ground deliberately against his throbbing cock.
The tension snapped.
Jake's breath caught in his throat as your ass pressed back against him with more purpose, the slow grind sending white-hot sparks racing up his spine. His cock throbbed violently between your bodies, trapped against the soft, yielding flesh of your ass, the thin fabric doing almost nothing to dull the searing heat radiating from you. He could feel the dampness starting to seep through your shorts—your arousal mixing with his own precum—and the realization made his head spin.
He stayed perfectly still for several agonizing seconds, every muscle coiled tight, waiting for you to fully wake. To realize. To push him away or pull him closer. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the sound of your breathing and the pounding of his own heart.
Then your hand moved—slowly, lazily—reaching back to rest on his thigh. Your fingers flexed once, digging in just enough for him to feel your nails through his boxers.
"Jake..." you whispered again, voice husky and low, still laced with sleep but unmistakably aware now. The way you said his name made his cock twitch hard against you.
He swallowed thickly, his mouth dry. "You... you're awake."
A soft, breathy laugh escaped you, the sound vibrating through your back and into his chest. "Have been for a few minutes." Your hips rolled again, slower this time, deliberate, dragging the curve of your ass along the entire aching length of his cock. "Felt you watching me. Felt you get on the bed."
Jake let out a shaky, pathetic sound, the sound guttural and broken. His forehead dropped to the back of your neck, lips brushing against your warm skin as he inhaled your scent—vanilla, faint sweat, and something undeniably feminine that made his mouth water. His hand on your stomach spread wider, fingers splaying across your soft skin, feeling the way your muscles fluttered under his touch.
"You should tell me to leave," he rasped against your neck, even as his hips finally gave in and rolled forward, pressing his rigid cock harder against you. The friction was maddening—slow, heavy drags that made his balls draw up tight. "Tell me to get the fuck out, right now."
But you didn't. Instead, you arched your back slightly, pushing your ass more firmly into his lap, trapping his cock perfectly between your cheeks. The heat between your thighs was intoxicating, even through the fabric.
"I don't want you to leave," you murmured, voice thick. Your fingers trailed higher up his thigh, teasing the hem of his boxers. "I've been waiting for you to finally do something."
The confession hit him like a drug. Jake's grip on your stomach tightened, pulling you impossibly closer until there wasn't a single inch of space between your bodies. He could feel the rapid flutter of your heartbeat against his chest, matching his own frantic rhythm. His free hand slid up your side, pushing your tank top higher, exposing more of your bare skin to the cool air. His fingertips traced every dip and curve—your ribs, the underside of your breast—moving with excruciating slowness, savoring every shiver and hitch in your breath.
"Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted this," he moans, lips grazing the shell of your ear. His cock throbbed again, leaking steadily now, the wet spot on his boxers growing. "Every night. Listening to you through the wall. Jerking off — mhm— thinking about these thighs..." His hand slid down, palming the soft flesh of your upper thigh, squeezing gently. "...this fucking ass."
You whimpered softly at his words, the sound going straight to his cock. Your legs parted just a little more, inviting him. The movement caused your shorts to ride up even higher, and Jake's fingers brushed against the edge of the fabric, dangerously close to your core.
He paused there, teasing, letting the tension build until it felt like the air might crack. His fingers hovered, barely grazing the damp heat seeping through your shorts. You pushed back again, trying to chase his touch, but he held you still with his arm around your waist.
"Not yet," he whispered, voice rough. "Been dreaming about this too long to rush it."
He rocked his hips in a slow, filthy grind, letting you feel every thick inch of him sliding between your ass cheeks. The fabric barrier made it torturous—too much and not enough all at once. Each drag pulled a quiet, needy sound from your throat, and Jake drank them in like oxygen.
His hand finally dipped beneath your shorts, moving with agonizing patience. His fingers traced the crease where your thigh met your body, then slowly—painfully slowly—slid inward. The first brush against your bare pussy made you both gasp. You were soaked. Dripping. Your slick coated his fingertips instantly, hot and slippery.
"Jesus Christ," Jake moaned, burying his face in your hair. "Fuck— You're fucking drenched for me."
He circled your clit with one finger, featherlight at first, feeling it swell and throb under his touch. Your hips jerked, chasing more pressure, but he kept it torturously light, drawing out every sensation. His cock continued its slow grind against your ass, perfectly in time with the movement of his hand.
You reached back, fingers finally slipping under his waistband, wrapping around his bare cock. The sudden skin-on-skin contact made Jake hiss sharply. Your hand was warm, soft, and so fucking small around his thick length. You stroked him slowly, thumb swirling over the leaking head, spreading his precum.
"Been wanting to feel this," you whispered, voice trembling with arousal. "Wanted you inside me for months."
Jake's exhaled sharply, control frayed further. He pushed two fingers inside you without warning—slowly, stretching you open, feeling your tight walls flutter and clench around him. You were so wet that they slid in easily, but he took his time, curling them, searching for that spot that made your breath catch.
When he found it, your moan was louder, rawer. Your hand tightened around his cock, stroking him with more urgency, but still matching his deliberate pace.
The room filled with the obscene sounds of his fingers working in and out of your soaked pussy, the wet squelch mixing with your shared heavy breathing. Jake's hips kept moving, grinding his cock against your ass while he fingered you, the dual sensation driving him closer to the edge with every passing second.
He pressed his lips to your neck, sucking gently, then harder, marking you. His teeth grazed your skin as he added a third finger, stretching you wider, preparing you.
"Jake..." you moaned, pushing back onto his fingers. "Please. I need you."
He pulled his fingers out slowly, savoring the way your pussy tried to keep them inside, then brought them to his mouth, tasting you with a deep groan.
"You'll get me,baby" he promised in a breathy whisper, voice dark. "But I'm taking my time with you tonight."
He pulled his fingers out of you with deliberate slowness, savoring the way your pussy clenched around them like it didn’t want to let go. A thick string of your arousal stretched between his fingers and your dripping folds before breaking. Jake brought those fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low, filthy groan that vibrated against your back.
“Fuck— oh god— mhmm— you taste even better than i fucking imagined,” he moaned, voice wrecked.
Before you could respond, he shifted. In one smooth but hungry movement, he rolled you onto your back and positioned himself between your spread thighs. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled low, his broad shoulders pushing your legs further apart. Your pajama shorts were still bunched around your knees, and he yanked them the rest of the way off, tossing them aside.
He paused there for a moment, just staring. The lamplight cast a warm glow over your glistening pussy, swollen and slick, clit peeking out from its hood. Jake’s mouth watered. His cock was painfully hard, trapped against the mattress, already leaking a steady stream of precum onto the sheets.
He lowered his head slowly, dragging it out, letting the tension coil tighter. His hot breath fanned across your sensitive skin, making your thighs tremble. Then his tongue—flat, broad, and greedy—dragged a long, slow stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit.
The moan that tore from your throat was raw.
Jake whimpered against your pussy like a starving man, the vibration shooting straight through you. He licked you again, slower this time, savoring every drop of your wetness. His hips started moving on their own—desperate, shameful rolls against the mattress. He humped the bed like a dog in heat, grinding his aching cock into the sheets while his tongue worked between your folds.
“Jake—oh fuck—” you gasped, your fingers threading into his hair, gripping tight.
He ate you like he was possessed. Long, messy strokes of his tongue, circling your clit before sucking it gently between his lips. Then he dipped lower, pushing his tongue inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room—his mouth slurping and licking, mixed with the rhythmic creak of the bed as he desperately humped the mattress.
His cock dragged against the sheets, the friction rough and imperfect, but he couldn’t stop. Every time you moaned or rolled your hips against his face, his own hips jerked harder, rutting pathetically into the bed. Precum smeared across his stomach and the sheets. The burning need in his groin was almost unbearable, but he refused to stop tasting you.
He moaned loudly into your pussy, the sound muffled and desperate. “Could eat this fucking pussy for hours,” he rasped, voice thick with spit and your arousal. His nose pressed against your clit as he licked deeper, his hips grinding faster now, chasing any kind of relief.
Your thighs started shaking around his head. The pleasure built in heavy, pulsing waves—his warm, wet tongue working you open, the obscene sounds of him devouring you, the sight of his muscular back flexing as he humped the bed like he was losing his mind.
You were close already. So fucking close.
But Jake pulled back just before you tipped over the edge, his lips shiny and swollen. He looked feral, eyes dark with lust as he crawled up your body. His cock—thick, heavy, and flushed dark red—slapped against your inner thigh, leaving a trail of precum on your skin.
He gripped himself, stroking once, twice, spreading your wetness and his own spit along his length. Then he lined up, the fat head of his cock nudging against your soaked entrance.
“You sure?” he asked, voice strained, even though his hips were already twitching forward.
“Yes,” you breathed, pulling him down into a messy kiss. “Want you to fuck me.”
Jake pushed in.
The first inch was slow, deliberate. The burning stretch hit you immediately—his thick cock forcing your tight walls to part around him, a sharp, delicious sting that made your breath hitch. He was big. Thicker than you’d expected. The sensation was intense, almost too much, but the overwhelming fullness made your eyes roll back.
“Fuck—Jake—” you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.
He let out a shaky, needy whimper,forehead pressed to yours, jaw clenched tight. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, savoring the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around him, trying to adjust. The burning stretch slowly melted into a heavy, throbbing pleasure as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, balls pressed against your ass.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Can feel you pulsing around me.”
He stayed buried deep inside you, hips flush against yours, breathing hard through his mouth. The burning stretch of his thick cock filling you was still so intense—your walls fluttering and pulsing around every inch of him, trying to accommodate his size. His cock twitched inside you, thick and hot, stretching you open so completely it felt like he was reshaping you.
Then he started moving—slow, deep rolls of his hips. Each thrust dragged against that sensitive spot inside you, the burning stretch returning every time he pulled back and pushed in again, only to bloom into blinding pleasure.
His mouth found yours in a desperate kiss, tongues sliding together as he fucked you with deep, measured strokes. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy mixed with your shared moans and the creak of the bed.
Jake’s forehead pressed harder against yours, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. A soft, broken whimper escaped him, high and needy.
“F-fuck… oh my god—” he whined, voice cracking. “You’re so—ahh— so fucking tight. I c-can’t… hah—”
He pulled back just a little, slow and careful, only to push back in again. The drag was exquisite, that same burning stretch flaring up as your pussy clenched around his retreating cock, then blooming into heavy, throbbing pleasure when he sank back in. His hips stuttered, a desperate little jerk that made you both gasp.
Jake’s face dropped to your neck, lips parted against your skin as another whimper slipped out, muffled and pathetic.
“S-so warm… so wet—mmh— I’m losing my fucking mind,” he moaned, the words shaky and interrupted by soft, breathy sounds. Every shallow thrust made him whine quietly, his voice raw with desperation. “Been wanting this for s-so long—ahh, fuck— you’re squeezing me so good.”
His hips started moving in earnest now—slow, deep rolls that dragged his cock along every sensitive inch inside you. The wet, slick sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room, obscene and filthy. Jake couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from his throat. Every thrust pulled a new whimper or moan from him.
He braced himself on his forearms, hovering over you so he could watch your face. His eyes were glassy, lips swollen and parted as he panted.
“Feels— hah— feels better than I imagined,” he whined, voice breaking on the last word. “Your pussy is— mmh— fucking perfect. So hot. So fucking tight around me— oh god—”
You arched beneath him, nails digging into his back as another wave of burning pleasure shot through you when he ground his hips in a slow circle, pressing even deeper. The head of his cock nudged against that spot inside you, making your toes curl.
Jake’s rhythm faltered, turning into desperate little thrusts as he buried his face in your neck again.
“I’m— ahh— I’m trying to go slow but you feel too good,” he moaned, the words stuttering out between shaky breaths. “W-wanna stay buried in you forever— fuck, I’m whining like a bitch but I c-can’t stop— hah— please—”
His hips snapped forward a little harder on the next thrust, pulling a sharp cry from you and a long, needy whimper from him. He was trembling, muscles tight, clearly fighting the urge to fuck you faster. Instead, he kept the pace torturously slow, letting you feel every thick inch stretching you open again and again.
He kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as he continued those deep, grinding thrusts. Between kisses, he kept whimpering against your mouth.
“You’re— mmh— you’re dripping down my cock,” he whined, voice wrecked and desperate. “Can feel it— ahh— running down my balls. You’re so fucking wet for me— oh fuck—”
One of his hands slid down between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubbed it in slow, slick circles, matching the rhythm of his hips. The added stimulation made your pussy clamp down harder around him, and Jake let out a high-pitched moan that bordered on a sob.
“F-fuck—! Don’t do that— I’m gonna— hah— I’m gonna lose it,” he whimpered, hips stuttering again as he fought to keep control. “Want to make you cum first— please— mmmh— cum on my cock while I’m stretching you like this.”
His thrusts stayed deep and deliberate, that constant burning stretch mixing with toe-curling pleasure every single time he bottomed out. Jake’s whimpers and moans grew louder, more broken, as he rubbed your clit faster, his own desperation leaking into every shaky breath and needy sound.
Jake’s hips rolled forward again in that same devastatingly slow rhythm, pushing every thick inch of his cock back into your soaked heat. The stretch was still there — that delicious, burning pull as your walls were forced to open around his girth. It wasn’t painful anymore, but the intensity made your toes curl and your breath catch every single time he bottomed out.
You moaned softly beneath him, fingers digging harder into the muscles of his back. “Jake… fuck— you’re so deep,” you whispered, voice trembling. Your pussy fluttered around him involuntarily, squeezing his length as another wave of slick heat dripped down between you.
He whimpered against your neck, the sound broken and needy. “Hah— oh god, y-you keep clenching like that and I— mmh— I’m not gonna last,” he whined, hips stuttering for a moment before he forced them back into that torturously slow grind. “Feels too good… your pussy is— ahh— sucking me in. So hot. So fucking wet.”
You arched your back, pressing your breasts against his chest as you rolled your hips up to meet him. The movement made his cock drag against that perfect spot inside you, sending sparks shooting up your spine. A needy moan slipped from your lips, louder than you intended.
“Don’t stop,” you breathed, one hand sliding up to grip the back of his neck, nails scraping lightly against his skin. “I’ve wanted this for so long too… wanted to feel you stretching me open just like this.”
Jake’s whole body shuddered at your words. He lifted his head to look at you, eyes glassy and desperate, lips parted as soft pants and whimpers kept falling from him. “Y-yeah? You thought about me fucking you?” he moaned, voice cracking between words. “Thought about my cock buried inside you while you were lying in here alone?”
He punctuated the question with a slow, deep thrust, grinding his hips in a tight circle when he was fully seated. The pressure against your cervix made your eyes flutter shut, a burning fullness spreading through your lower belly.
“Yes— fuck— yes,” you gasped, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. “Every night. I’d touch myself thinking about you… mmh… hearing you through the wall and wishing you’d just come in here and take me.”
A high-pitched whine tore from Jake’s throat. His fingers on your clit stuttered for a second before resuming those slow, slick circles. “F-fuck… you’re gonna kill me saying shit like that,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck again. His hips kept moving in those long, dragging strokes — pulling almost all the way out until just the fat head of his cock stretched your entrance, then sinking back in so slowly you felt every vein, every ridge.
The burning sensation flared again with every re-entry, that perfect mix of slight sting and overwhelming pleasure that had your head spinning. Your juices coated him completely, making the slide wetter, filthier. You could hear it — the soft, obscene squelch every time he pushed inside.
You reached down between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock where he was sliding in and out of you. Jake moaned sharply at the contact, hips jerking.
“Feel how wet I am for you?” you murmured, voice husky. Your fingers got slick instantly as you stroked what little of him wasn’t buried inside you. “All this is because of you, Jake.”
He let out a pathetic little whine, trembling above you. “S-stop— hah— you’re making me throb so much,” he moaned, voice breaking. “I can feel it… feel how tight you are every time I push in. It burns a little when I stretch you, doesn’t it? Tell me.”
You nodded quickly, biting your lip as another deep thrust made that exact burning stretch bloom again. “Yes— it burns so good. You’re so thick… I can feel you opening me up. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”
Encouraged, Jake shifted his weight, hooking one of your legs higher over his hip. The new angle let him sink even deeper. He whimpered loudly as he bottomed out again, the sound turning into a series of soft, desperate moans as he kept grinding.
“Oh my god— oh fuck— you’re taking me so well,” he whined, hips stuttering in shallow little thrusts while staying pressed deep. “I c-can’t believe this is real. Can’t believe I’m finally inside you— ahh— finally fucking the girl I’ve been obsessed with.”
You cupped his face, pulling him into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Tongues slid together slowly, matching the pace of his hips. Between kisses you kept whispering against his lips.
“Harder, Jake… I can take it. Want to feel you lose control a little.”
He moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. “Trying to be gentle— mmh— don’t wanna hurt you. But fuck— you feel so good I just wanna— hah— bury myself and never leave.”
Still, he gave you what you asked for. His next thrust was a little harder, a little deeper. The slap of skin was soft but audible. That burning stretch returned stronger, making you cry out softly into his mouth. Pleasure and slight discomfort twisted together until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began — it just felt overwhelming.
Jake’s fingers kept working your clit, faster now, slick and steady. Your pussy clamped down around him again and he let out a long, broken whimper.
“F-fuck— you’re getting tighter. Are you close? Please tell me you’re close— I need to feel you cum on me,” he whined, voice cracking with desperation. His hips kept that slow, deep pace, but his breathing was ragged, little moans and gasps falling against your ear with every thrust.
“I’m so close,” you moaned, rolling your hips up to meet him. “Just like that— right there— oh god, Jake—”
He kept the angle perfect, grinding against that spot inside you on every forward motion. The burning fullness mixed with the constant pressure on your clit had you shaking. Your thighs trembled around him. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your belly until it finally snapped.
You came hard, back arching off the bed as your pussy spasmed around his cock. A loud, shaky moan tore from your throat. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, making your vision blur at the edges. Your walls fluttered and squeezed him rhythmically, trying to pull him even deeper.
Jake’s eyes rolled back, a high-pitched whine escaping him as he felt you cum.
“Oh fuck— oh my god— you’re cumming— you’re cumming on my cock,” he moaned, voice wrecked and stuttering. “It feels— hah— feels so good. So tight— squeezing me so fucking hard— ahh— I can’t— I’m—”
He didn’t pull out. Instead he kept thrusting through your orgasm, slow and deep, whimpering and moaning with every squeeze of your pussy. His own hips started losing rhythm, becoming more desperate.
You were still riding the aftershocks when you felt him start to throb inside you. His cock twitched hard, the burning stretch intensifying as he swelled even more.
“Gonna— mmh— gonna cum,” he whined, burying his face against your shoulder. “Can I— inside? Please let me fill you up— I need it— hah— please—”
“Yes,” you gasped, still trembling, legs locked around him. “Cum inside me, Jake. Fill me.”
That was all it took.
Jake let out a long, broken moan that turned into a series of pathetic whimpers as he came. His hips jerked erratically, pressing as deep as he could while thick ropes of cum spilled inside you. You could feel every pulse, every hot spurt painting your walls. The sensation was overwhelming — warmth spreading deep inside, mixing with your own wetness, some of it already leaking out around his cock.
He kept moving through it, slow, shallow thrusts as he rode out his orgasm, whimpering softly with every twitch of his cock. “F-fuck… so much… can’t stop cumming,” he moaned, voice hoarse.
When he finally stilled, he collapsed on top of you, breathing hard. His cock was still buried deep, softening only slightly. You could feel his cum leaking slowly out of you, warm and messy.
For a long minute, the only sounds were your shared heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed as you both shifted.
Then Jake lifted his head, eyes soft and hazy as he looked at you. “That was… I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” he whispered, voice still shaky. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, then your jaw, then your neck. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”
You smiled, running your fingers through his messy hair. “I’m perfect. The stretch burned a little but it felt so good.” You clenched around him on purpose, making him whimper again. “Still feel you inside me… all that cum.”
Jake groaned — no, whined — burying his face in your neck once more. “You’re gonna get me hard again saying stuff like that.”
You laughed softly, rolling your hips experimentally. His cock twitched inside you, already starting to thicken again.
“Good,” you murmured, kissing the side of his head. “Because I wasn’t kidding earlier. We have months of lost time to make up for.”
Jake lifted himself on his elbows, looking down at you with that same desperate, hungry expression. His hips gave a slow, testing roll, pushing his half-hard cock deeper into your cum-filled pussy.
“Round two already?” he whimpered, voice cracking with fresh arousal. “You’re really gonna let me keep fucking you tonight?”
You pulled him down into another deep kiss, moaning softly when he started moving again — still slow, still savoring every inch.
“I want you to fuck me until neither of us can move,” you whispered against his lips.
Jake’s answer was a needy little moan as he sank back into that slow, deep rhythm, the wet sounds of his cum being pushed in and out of you filling the room once more.
Note: Read Part 1 first if you haven’t yet. It’s optional, but if you want to fully understand the story, you should start from the very beginning.
Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, sexual references, blood mentions, trauma, death, and other potentially triggering content. Please read responsibly, especially if you are sensitive to these topics. Viewer discretion is advised.
Continuation.
“Jake~”
Your body trembles. Every touch is dedicated — it's full of gentleness and love. Jake's movements became more frantic, his hips pounding into you with desperate force. Your tears streamed down your cheeks as he watched them fall, his own eyes glistening with unshed emotion. The sight of your vulnerability seemed to unleash something primal within him. "Shhh...don't cry, let me love you right" he rasped against your neck, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Please don't cry. I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry for everything. I'll never let you go again."
His hands moved to frame your face gently, thumbs catching the tears as they fell. His rhythm slowed slightly, becoming deeper and more deliberate. Each thrust was now imbued with a tenderness that contradicted the raw power of his body.
"I love you," he whispered fiercely.
Those words makes you tear up even more. "I never stopped loving you. Seeing you like this... it kills me that I hurt you so badly." His voice is so gentle and pure.
The bed creaked beneath the weight of their bodies as he continued to move inside you slowly, reverently. Jake's breath hitched at the sound of your raw moan, his eyes darkening with a possessive fire. He leaned over you, his chest pressing against yours as he drove deeper still, filling you completely. The silk sheets rustled beneath you, a symphony of pleasure and longing.
You're sobbing because of pleasure mixed with pain. “Jake~ please...” you moaned softly, he smiled. "Like that, baby." he growled against your ear, his voice rough with barely contained desire. "Say my name when I make you feel good. I promise, I will take a good care of you." he whispered while going deep inside — fast and deep.
His hips began to move with a newfound purpose, each stroke powerful and deliberate. He watched your face intently, memorizing every expression — the way your lips parted slightly when he hit just the right spot, the way your eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy.
"You're mine," Jake whispered fiercely.
Without warning, Jake's hands gripped your hips firmly, flipping you onto your stomach. The sudden change in position sent a dizzying rush through your already alcohol-addled mind. Your face pressed against the cool silk sheets as he positioned himself behind you. "Fuck," he breathed out roughly, his voice thick with renewed desire. You look so good like this. Bent over for me, let me love you properly.”
His hands smoothed over the curve of your back and ass, appreciating the view from this new angle. He didn't hesitate for a moment, lining himself up and thrusting back into you with a deep groan. "You're so tight from this angle," Jake rasped against your ear. He's doing it with gentleness and love. The bed creaked under the force of his movements as he began to pound into you with renewed intensity.
You woke up in the morning — feeling sore. Your vision is unsettled. After a few minutes, you realized you're not wearing anything. You feel sticky and sore “ahh—” your heads hurt. You couldn't remember what happened. And then, you looked besides you.
Jake.
He was peacefully sleeping, he was exhausted. And then you realized things —
damn.. why.. what the hell did we just..
You forced yourself to stand even though your body ached, feeling something strange and unfamiliar spreading through you. You slowly tried to sit up, but it was difficult. Just as you were about to get on your feet, Jake grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you back onto the bed.
“Jake!” you shouted.
Your eyes softened. You knew this was wrong, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away. You were aware it was forbidden, but it felt like you were willing to do the wrong thing just to feel something, anything that resembled happiness. You want to push him away and leave, but some part of you want to stay. Like there's still an unspoken love between you too, like there was still something that both souls want to clear.
“Jake… please, this is a mistake. This is wrong, completely wrong. You already have a family — a wife and a child. Your child is still so young. Please don’t do this… I’ll pretend nothing happened, since we were both drunk last night so—” You weren’t able to finish your sentence when he suddenly pulled you back into a kiss. After a while, reality hit you again. You quickly pushed him away. “This is wrong…” you whispered to yourself, trembling.
Jake’s eyes softened as he looked at you.
“Who said I have a wife and child?” he chuckled lightly, it was too soft and comforting. “I’ve never been in a relationship,” he admitted honestly. “Then please just be honest with me,” you said, frustration rising in your voice. “What right do you have to deny your own family?”
Jake gently reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“My nephew,” he said softly. “That child is my older brother’s daughter. Years ago, my brother got into an accident and passed away, and his pregnant wife was left behind. Since then, I’ve been supporting the child because he’s my brother’s daughter.” He continued explaining, even showing you a photo of his brother, his sister-in-law. That was when you finally realized you had completely misunderstood what you saw at the mall the day before.
Embarrassment washed over you, and you lowered your head, biting your lower lip as you closed your eyes in shame. You heard him chuckle softly, which only made you feel even more embarrassed. And then you realized you're naked infront of him — sticky, messy hair, full of his marks. You covered yourself with a comforter. “Hey, don't be embarrassed, I've already seen in and tasted it last night” he said playfully and it makes you roll your eyes at him.
“I hate you” you said in frustration.
After a week.
Jake has been seeing you — always bringing some gifts and spending time with you. One time, while sitting in his couch, he sat besides you and carefully brings your head in his arms. “comfortable?” he asked softly. You nodded. After a while, you asked “I.. What happened to your fiance?” — “Huh? Fiance? What fiance?” he was confused.
“When we graduated, weren’t you talking to your fiancée? I heard you two were already engaged,” you said. He let out a soft chuckle. “That woman? Cheerleader Park Hye? We’re not even close. She was forcing herself on me back then, and I was frustrated with her. I saw you leave, and I was about to follow you, but she wouldn’t let me go. I know that’s the reason why you avoided me and eventually left.” he said while rubbing your hands gently.
“I was actually planning to confess to you… and even propose that day. But there were too many people surrounding me,” he explained with a sigh. “That same day… I found out that my mom and dad got into an accident,” he said quietly, his gaze fixed on the floor. “They didn’t make it so I was a bit miserable and having a hard times in those moments.”
For a moment, the world around you felt painfully silent.
“I didn’t know what to do after that,” he continued, his voice calm in a way that made your chest ache even more. “Everything happened so fast. One second I was thinking about confessing to you… and the next, I lost the only family I had.” He let out a weak breath and forced a faint smile, but it looked empty. When he saw you looking at him with a gentle and concern look, he suddenly chuckled and kissed your lips softly to light up the topic.
“I suffered from trauma… depression… sleepless nights. There were times I’d just stare at the ceiling until morning, wondering why everything was taken away from me all at once.” His fingers trembled slightly before clenching into fists. “I was drowning, and honestly… I almost gave up on everything.”
His eyes slowly met yours again.
“The only person I wanted to talk to was you. Because whenever I was with you, my mind felt quiet for once. You were the only one who could calm me down without even trying.” He swallowed hard before kissing your forehead again and hugged you in a tight embrace. “But I couldn’t reach you anymore. No matter how many times I tried, you were already gone.” A bitter laugh escaped his lips.
“So I convinced myself to accept everything. The pain, the loneliness… even losing you.” His voice remained terrifyingly calm, as if he had repeated those words to himself a thousand times already. “Maybe that’s why I sound okay now. Not because I’ve healed… but because I got tired of fighting what already happened.” he smiled softly. "I'm sorry, ikeu...” you said and hugged him. He hugged you back and kissed your head. "It's okay, at least you're here now, right? You won't leave ma again, right?" You nodded and kissed him "Yeah, I won't leave again"
After a few weeks.
He brought you to a beautiful place — unfamiliar one. The scenery was breathtaking — the air smelled fresh and clean, while the gentle breeze brushed against your skin softly. The chirping of the birds sounded like a peaceful melody in your ears. As you admired the endless fields of stunning flowers stretching across the land, he slowly reached for your hand and held it carefully. You turned to look at him, instantly sensing that he wanted to say something.
“May I court you properly?” he asked softly, his eyes filled with hope and sincerity. Your heart skipped a beat.
“Jake...” you whispered in surprise, still trying to process his words. After a few moments of silence, you finally nodded shyly. “Okay.” The moment he heard your answer, he immediately pulled you into a warm embrace. From then on, he did everything just to make you feel loved. He constantly gave his effort, cared for you sincerely, and loved you more than words could explain.
Throughout the two years he spent courting you, you saw nothing but honesty and genuine love from him. And finally, you decided you were ready to say yes. Late that night, you can't keep it anymore, you want to be with him already. You called him, you thought he was asleep but he answered the phone immediately like it was an emergency. “Jake... can you come to my house?” you asked quietly. He didn’t even ask why. Without hesitation, he agreed and immediately went to see you.
The moment he arrived, you wrapped your arms around him tightly. He hugged you back just as quickly, burying his face against your neck. He smelled so good, and being in his arms felt unbelievably comforting and safe. “Uhm... Jake... it’s just...” you hesitated, nervous about how to say it. You slowly looked into his eyes.
“Jake... I’m saying yes to you now.”
For a moment, he looked completely stunned. Then he smiled — a smile so full of happiness that it made your chest tighten. His eyes became teary as he pulled you into another tight embrace. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and pressed a soft kiss against it. “Damn... I love you so much,” he whispered emotionally. After a while, he gently held your face before leaning closer, capturing your lips in a soft and tender kiss. You slowly responded to him, melting into his warmth and affection.
Lost in each other’s presence, neither of you realized how close you had become until you both ended up lying on the bed together, holding each other closely as the night grew quieter around you.
Suddenly, he stopped.
“Can I?” he asked softly. You eyes softened when he asked permission before slowly removing your clothes when he saw you nod. He's so gentle — like he was taking care of something really worth taking care of. He captured your lips first while bringing the tip of his, down there on you.
“hnghhhh!” “ahhh~”
You're crying out loud while moaning softly. “Please... love, be gentle... ahh~" you're almost scratching his back. Jake's movements instantly slowed at your whispered plea, his hips pausing mid-thrust. He leaned over your back, his chest pressing against your chest as he caught his breath. The raw hunger in his eyes softened into something more vulnerable. "Gentle?" He repeated softly, his voice losing its demanding edge. "Fuck, baby, I don't know if I can be gentle right now. You feel too good."
He suddenly bends you over again. His hands moved from your hips to gently caress the curve of your waist, thumbs tracing soothing circles on your skin. He kissed the back of your neck softly, his lips lingering against the sensitive spot. "I'll try," Jake murmured against your skin. "For you, I'll try to be gentle. But you have to tell me if I'm being too rough so I can stop." He began to move again, but this time with deliberate slowness.
Jake's movements became impossibly tender, each thrust a slow, deliberate caress rather than a frantic pounding. His hands moved from your waist to your hair, gently gathering the strands between his fingers as he leaned over you. His breath was hot against the back of your neck.
"Is this better?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies meeting. "I don't want to hurt you, baby." He whispered while fucking you behind. The bed creaked softly beneath them as he continued his gentle rhythm, his hips rolling against yours with careful precision. His lips trailed along your shoulder blade, placing feather-light kisses that sent shivers down your spine while he's working so hard at your back — giving the most comfortable and beautiful experience in your life.
"You feel so good," Jake murmured against your skin. "So warm and tight around me." His hands explored the curve of your back and hips, mapping every inch of skin as if memorizing it all over again. Jake's hands tightened on your hips, his grip becoming almost bruising as he continued to drive into you with relentless force. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the cavernous bedroom, mingling with your gasps and his ragged breathing.
"Say it," he commanded, his voice a low growl against your ear. "Tell me who's fucking this perfect little cunt, baby." His movements became more erratic, his control clearly slipping as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Sweat beaded on his forehead, running down his chest to drip onto your back. Each thrust was harder, deeper than before, claiming every inch of you. He's close, you can feel it because he's being too rough already.
"You feel too good," Jake groaned. "Too tight around me.” The bed creaked violently beneath them as he pounded into you with increasing speed. He became more and more sensitive and he's digging it deeper while whimpering. You can feel his sweat and tears, he's being too fast already.
“Are you close already?” you whisper and bit your lower lip while trying to prevent your moans. He's too deep and fast. Jake's body tensed at your question, his teeth digging harder into the flesh of your shoulder. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest as he nodded sharply against your back.
"Fuck yes," he growled, his voice thick with impending release. "I'm so close. You feel too good like this — bent over for me, taking every inch." His hips began to move with frantic purpose now, each thrust becoming more desperate and erratic. The bed shook violently beneath you both as he chased his climax. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto your back, mixing with the sounds of their bodies colliding. "Oh gods," Jake gasped out, his breathing becoming ragged. "I'm going to come inside you so hard, baby."
He heard you crying in pain so he slowly kisses your neck and shoulders and at your back while going deep and fast. “Shhh... Baby, I'm close... Please hold on.. please, just a bit more.. it's coming...” his breath is heavy, he's tearing up in pain and pleasure building inside him. You gripped the bed sheets harder, the bed is cracking already. It's loudly moving forward and downward.
Finally, it's done.
Both of you breathe heavily. He hold you close while kissing your neck and shoulders. “Let me take care of you later, baby... Let's sleep for now” both of you collapsed.
Years later.
The two of you were already engaged. You were living peacefully together, and everything in your life finally felt right. The days were calm, warm, and filled with love — the kind of love you once thought only existed in stories. Sometimes, you would look at Jake and still wonder how you got so lucky.
To you, he was almost perfect. He was loving, patient, gentle, and always made sure you never felt alone. No matter how busy or exhausted he was, he never failed to make time for you. He loved you in the softest and most sincere way possible, making even the simplest moments feel special. And because of him, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world. After everything the two of you had been through — the misunderstandings, the pain, the years spent apart — you still found your way back to each other.
And this time, neither of you planned on letting go ever again.
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A chaotic 20 year old develops a hopeless crush on her brother Sunoo's quiet roommate, Park Sunghoon. While Sunghoon acts distant at first and only sees her as Sunoo's little sister, he slowly finds himself drawn to her, leading to secret late night hangouts and a relationship hidden behind Sunoo's back.
dilf!psh x reader, dads bsf!psh, age gap, virginity loss, toxic parental relationship, alcoholism, daddy issues, fingering, mutual masturbation, recording, unprotected sex, hyung line mentioned, smoking, illit moka & minju mentioned, not proofread 6.8k wc
when your father's disgustingly good-looking best friend drops off your drunk dad, only to stay behind and distract you from the pain.
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you loved school.
not because you were some overly studious nerd who couldn't get enough of textbooks and homework, but because school felt freeing. it was the only place where your lungs didn’t burn with the suffocating scent of alcohol.
home was different.
you dreaded walking back every afternoon, fingers tightening around your bag as you stood outside the front door, already knowing what waited on the other side.
the smell hit first.
sharp. bitter. stale.
it clung to the walls, the furniture and your clothes like it had permanently seeped into every corner of your life.
you hated it. you hated what caused it even more.
your dad.
ever since your mom died from a brutal car accident, your life had never been the same.
what was once a warm, happy family slowly fell apart piece by piece. your dad changed after her death. at first it was only a drink or two after work, small enough for you to pretend it wasn’t becoming a problem.
but as the days turned into months, and the months into years, his grief only grew heavier.
and so did the drinking.
he drowned himself in alcohol so often that eventually, it felt like he stopped being your father altogether. the man who used to laugh with your mom in the kitchen and drive you to school every morning became nothing more than a stranger passing through the house.
now, you couldn’t even remember the last proper conversation the two of you had without it turning into some sort of argument.
it had probably been almost two years.
you kept your bag slung over one shoulder as you sat in class, staring at your notebook without really seeing it.
you blinked slowly, forcing yourself to write a few words down just so it looked like you were listening.
around you, everyone else seemed more awake than you felt.
moka was somewhere nearby, probably already done copying notes and now quietly kicking your chair just to get your attention.
“psst,” she whispered. “you’re literally spacing out again.”
you turned your head slightly, forcing a small hum of acknowledgment.
“i’m not,” you mumbled.
instead of turning back to her work, she leaned forward a little.
“hey,” she whispered again. “random question.”
“do you think minju likes anyone?” that got your attention.
you glanced at her. “what?”
moka tried (and failed) to look casual.
“nothing. i was just wondering.”
you stared at her for a second, “you like her.”
“shh!” moka immediately hissed, looking around even though nobody was paying attention. “keep your voice down.”
you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips, “wow.”
you let out a quiet laugh.
for the first time all lesson, moka looked more distracted than you did.
the bell eventually came like a relief you didn’t realize you were waiting for.
chairs pushed back, the room filled with noise again, and people started packing up faster than the teacher could even finish speaking.
you moved a little slower, slipping your notebook into your bag while everyone else rushed out.
moka waited for you by the door, rocking back on her heels.
the hallway was crowded, loud with students spilling out of classrooms, lockers slamming shut, voices overlapping everywhere.
you kept your gaze forward, letting moka talk beside you about something random—someone’s drama, a test she barely studied for, a teacher she didn’t like.
you responded here and there, but your answers were short, half there.
at one point, minju passed by with a few friends and moka's sentence immediately cut off.
you watched her eyes follow minju for a second before she quickly looked away.
“you are so obvious,” you said.
“i literally didn't do anything.”
“right.”
“i didn't!”
by the time you reached the school gates, the air outside felt slightly better.
you slowed down without realizing it as you began to focus on what moka had to say.
“come on, y/n!” moka whined, dramatically tugging on your arm as the two of you walked out of school. “it’s been forever, and we’re always hanging out at my place. i wanna go to yours for once too.”
you let out a quiet sigh, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
“maybe another time.”
“that’s what you said last time,” she pouted, narrowing her eyes at you suspiciously. “and the time before that. are you secretly hiding something in your house or something?”
if only she knew.
your grip tightened slightly around your bag. “it’s just messy.”
“messy?” moka scoffed. “y/n, my room literally looks like a tornado hit it every other day. i don’t care.”
you forced out a small laugh, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.
moka slowed her steps, her expression softening almost immediately. “hey,” she said quietly, nudging your shoulder. “you know you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?”
the words made something uncomfortable twist in your chest.
because something was wrong.
something had been wrong for years now.
but no matter how many times moka asked, you could never bring yourself to say it out loud. admitting it would make everything feel too real.
so instead, you smiled. "nothing’s wrong,” you lied.
moka stared at you for a moment longer before sighing dramatically again. “fineee. but one day i’m showing up at your house uninvited.”
your heart nearly stops. "don't do that," you give her a playful smile to cover up the anxiousness that filled your heart.
"there’s a convenience store near your house, right? we can just go there.” she suggests.
you paused for a second. “…okay,” you said quietly.
moka immediately lit up and the two of you started walking. her chatter filling the space as she talked about random things you barely registered. your steps slowed slightly the closer you got to your neighborhood, that familiar weight settling in your chest again.
same streets. same air. same feeling you always tried to escape after school.
moka, however, didn’t notice. she was too busy skipping ahead a few steps, pointing at random things like she always did.
inside the convenience store, everything felt almost normal again.
the soft buzz of the fridge, the quiet beeping at the register, the crinkle of snack bags as you and moka wandered the aisles like you had all the time in the world.
moka had already claimed half the store in her arms again. “this is for later,” she said, dropping a pack of chips into her basket. “and this is for now. and this is just… because i feel like it.”
you shook your head slightly, picking out a drink and tossing it into your own hand-held basket. for a moment, it almost felt easy.
then the door slammed open, the bell above it rang too loudly.
you both paused.
a man stumbled inside, slightly off balance, holding onto the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright. his breath was heavy, his eyes unfocused, and he walked straight to the alcohol section without even looking around.
he grabbed a few cans of beer then stopped at the counter.
the cashier greeted him politely, but the man didn’t respond properly. he just stared for a second too long, like he was trying to understand something that wasn’t making sense.
and then his voice suddenly snapped through the store.
“why are you charging me this much? are you trying to rob me or something?”
you stiffened a bit.
the cashier blinked, clearly startled. “sir, that’s the price—”
“don’t lie to me,” the man barked, slamming the cans down harder than necessary. “you think i don’t know what you people do?”
the entire store felt like it had gone quiet.
a few customers glanced over. someone near the entrance stepped back. moka slowly lowered her basket.
you weren’t looking at the cashier anymore.
you were looking at the man.
and something in your chest tightened, cold and familiar, before you could stop it. the moment you realized who it was, everything in your body went still.
the voice. the posture.
no.
no, no, no.
your basket slipped slightly in your hand.
“y/n?” moka whispered, noticing your sudden change. “hey… what’s wrong?”
you couldn’t answer, your throat felt tight like something had wrapped around it and pulled.
your dad’s voice cut through the store again, louder now, more unsteady.
“what are you staring at?”
he turned and his eyes landed on you.
for a split second, there was nothing there. no recognition, just confusion. then it hit him.
“oh,” he said, voice sharpening instantly. “so you’re here.”
moka frowned, looking between you and him. “wait… you know him?”
you still couldn’t speak.
your dad stepped away from the counter, unsteady but suddenly focused on you in a way that made your skin crawl.
“don’t look at me like that,” he snapped, pointing vaguely. “why are you even out? what, you think you can just—”
his voice rose, drawing attention again.
you took a small step back without realizing it.
your breathing was wrong now. too fast. too shallow. like your body didn’t know how to stay inside itself properly.
moka grabbed your arm, panicked. “y/n, hey—hey, look at me.”
his face twisted as he noticed your reaction.
“oh, don’t start with that,” he barked suddenly, louder. “don’t do that, you guilt tripping bitch.”
his words blurred together after that.
all you could feel was the noise. the store. the breathing. the weight of being seen like this. and moka, beside you, suddenly very, very unsure of what she was watching.
your dad’s eyes stayed on you, unfocused and unsteady, like he was seeing you through something warped.
“stop standing there like that,” he snapped suddenly. “you always do this. you always show up at the worst times and make everything—”
he cut himself off, jaw tightening as he dragged a hand down his face.
“you don’t get it,” he muttered, voice rough, fraying at the edges. “the way you look at me.. it's just like her.”
your chest tightened.
he pointed vaguely in your direction, not even fully steady on his feet.
“i wish i never had you.” he said sharply.
it wasn’t a big sentence but it landed like one.
something in you cracked open, too loud in your head. your vision blurred before you could stop it.
moka said your name again, more urgent this time, but it barely reached you. you took a step back before you ran out of the store. vision blurred which completely blind sighted you.
it didn’t matter, you kept moving anyway.
the park had gone quiet by the time midnight rolled in, leaving only the distant hum of cars and the soft rustle of trees moving in the cold air.
you had stayed there for hours without really meaning to, just sitting through the weight of your thoughts until everything blurred.
eventually, your legs carried you home on their own. the closer you got, the heavier everything felt, the familiar streets and dim streetlights doing nothing to ease the tight feeling in your chest.
when you finally reached your building, you paused in front of the door longer than you should have. for a moment, you just stood there, staring at it, as if waiting for something to change if you delayed it long enough.
but nothing did, so you went inside.
the smell hit you the second you stepped in.
stale alcohol, thick and sour, already filling the air like it had nowhere else to go. it clung to everything instantlu, slipping into your lungs before you even had time to brace yourself for it.
then, slowly, you stepped in and let the door close behind you.
you paused in the doorway for a moment, eyes instinctively moving to the living room, expecting to see your dad like usual—slumped on the couch, tv on, bottle in hand.
but the couch was empty, no tv, no movement, no sign of him at all.
your chest tightened slightly as you stepped inside, realizing pretty quickly what that meant. he wasn’t home. he had gone out again.
you did enjoy these moments when he was out, when the apartment didn’t feel as suffocating and you could move around freely without the fear of running into him.
you made your way to your room, closing the door behind you a little too softly, like even sound felt dangerous tonight.
once you were inside, you sat on the edge of your bed and finally reached for your phone. the screen lit up immediately, a few notifications already waiting for you.
there were multiple messages, all sent not long after you ran out of the store.
where are you??
please answer me
im so sorry about him, i didnt know your dad was like that
are you okay??
you stared at moka’s messages for a moment longer, your thumb hovering before you finally typed back.
im okay
you didn’t wait for a reply.
instead, you locked your phone and set it aside, like that alone could shut the world out for a while. then you got up and headed to the bathroom, moving on autopilot.
the shower helped a little, but not enough to really fix anything. just enough to blur your thoughts at the edges, to make the day feel slightly farther away than it was before.
when you were done, you changed into something comfortable—an oversized shirt that swallowed your frame, soft shorts, and a pair of socks that made your steps quieter against the floor.
you didn’t feel better.
but at least you felt a little less like you were holding everything together.
you eventually made your way downstairs, more out of habit than hunger, opening the fridge and staring at it for a moment before grabbing whatever was easiest to make.
a classic nutella sandwich.
the quiet of the apartment helped a little while you moved around the kitchen, focused on the small task in front of you.
suddenly, you hear from the front door a soft click, followed by it opening.
your hands froze mid-motion.
for a second you didn’t even breathe, just standing there as the sound of footsteps reached the entryway.
your mind immediately filled in the worst possibility.
him.
without thinking, you crouched down quickly and slid under the kitchen counter, pulling your legs in close and pressing yourself into the small space as quietly as you could.
your heart was already racing.
a heavier sound, like someone struggling slightly with weight, something being shifted carefully rather than dropped or thrown. the kind of sound that made your stomach tighten all over again because it didn’t fit the scenario your brain had already prepared for.
you hesitantly shifted just enough to peek out from your hiding spot.
what you saw made you freeze completely.
a man you didn’t recognize was inside your apartment, steadying your dad’s unconscious body with a firm grip as he guided him toward the couch. your dad looked completely out of it, barely supported, his weight slumped against the stranger’s shoulder.
the man set him down carefully, adjusting his position so he wouldn’t fall off, before straightening up and finally glancing around the room.
that was when you really saw him properly.
he was really good-looking. like genuinely breath taking. sharp jawline, straight nose that gave his face a clean, structured look.
holy shit.
you slowly rose from under the counter, the man hadn’t noticed you yet, his attention still on your dad as he adjusted him slightly on the couch, making sure he was stable.
carefully, you stepped out into the open, each movement slow and hesitant. only when your footsteps lightly brushed against the floor did he pause.
he turned.
his eyes landed on you, and for a brief second his expression shifted—subtle surprise flickering across his face, like he genuinely hadn’t expected anyone else to be there.
his gaze stayed on you for a moment longer before he spoke, voice calm but curious.
“oh? i didn't know he had a daughter.”
of course that fucker wouldn’t have told anyone about you.
you stepped a little closer, your eyes drifting past the stranger to where your father now lay on the couch, completely out of it. the sight made something in your stomach twist. slumped, unresponsive, the reality of it settling in all over again in a way you didn’t want to look at for too long.
you forced your gaze away.
the man noticed the shift in your expression almost immediately. without saying anything else, he turned and started walking toward the kitchen. a silent cue to go with him.
after a brief hesitation, you followed him.
the apartment felt quieter the farther you moved from the living room, like the tension there stayed behind with your father. the kitchen light was softer, warmer somehow, and he leaned slightly against the counter as he waited, glancing at you once you stepped in behind him.
“sorry, should’ve introduced myself,” he said, glancing at you properly. “i’m sunghoon.”
you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your face for a moment, like he was quietly trying to place you in the picture he already had in his head.
“i’m y/n,” you said softly, your voice coming out smaller than you intended.
there was a brief pause after that.
you found yourself looking back at him properly too, the thick brows that gave him a naturally composed look. the moles on his face, one sitting close to the bridge of his nose, another a little lower on his cheek.
he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, rolling it between his fingers for a second before lighting it. the small spark briefly lit his face, then faded as he took a slow drag, his eyes still resting on you like he hadn’t missed a single thing you’d said or done.
the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy in a way you couldn’t quite name.
“sorry about your dad,” he said after a moment, exhaling faintly to the side so the smoke didn’t drift toward you. his tone stayed calm, almost matter-of-fact, but there was something softer underneath it. “i know he’s… not easy to deal with.”
you weren’t sure what to say to that.
“it’s okay… i’m used to it,” you said quietly, lowering your gaze to the floor instead of looking at him.
sunghoon watched you for a moment, his cigarette still between his fingers as he took another slow drag. there was a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, not mocking, just faintly amused in a way that made him look even more unreadable.
“we were out having drinks and he passed out like usual,” he said casually, exhaling smoke to the side. his eyes never really left you. “normally i wouldn’t see anyone home. this is the first time i’ve seen you.”
his tone made it sound simple, like he was just stating a fact, but the way he looked at you suggested he was taking in more than just the situation. the way his eyes roamed from your face, down to your chest and legs.
was he checking you out?
he tilted his head slightly, cigarette still between his fingers as he held it out a little in your direction, like it was an offer that didn’t require much thought.
“want one?”
your eyes dropped to it for a second before flicking back up to him, “actually, are you even old enough to?” he asked, tone flat but with a hint of amusement under it.
you scoffed under your breath, the smallest bit of defiance slipping through. “i’m 18. of course i can.”
then your gaze dropped again, voice quieter this time.
“i’ve done it before...”
sunghoon didn’t say anything right away.
he studied you for a moment longer, like he was weighing your words instead of just hearing them. then, without much ceremony, he pulled another cigarette from the pack and offered it anyway.
“then take one, little girl,” he said simply.
your heart skips a beat at the nickname. cheeks flushing before you hesitantly grabbed it.
a lighter flicked between his fingers a second later, and soon enough the quiet of your kitchen was filled with that faint, drifting smoke curling into the air between you.
the kitchen stayed quiet, only the faint hum of the fridge and the slow burn of the cigarette filling the space between you.
sunghoon leaned against the counter like he had nowhere else to be, eyes drifting over you for a moment before settling again. not intense, but observant in a way that made it hard to ignore.
you shifted slightly under his gaze, unsure what to say or do with the silence.
a small exhale left him, almost like a quiet laugh.
“not much of a talker, are we?” he said, voice low and calm, like he was commenting on the weather rather than you.
your eyes flicked up to him briefly before dropping again. “i just don’t know what to say.”
that seemed to amuse him a little more. he took another slow drag, watching you through the smoke as if he was figuring you out.
sunghoon’s gaze drifted away from you, slowly scanning the room like he was taking it in properly for the first time instead of just standing in it.
that’s when he stopped and his eyes settled on the wall behind you.
there was an old framed photo hanging slightly off-center, like it had been put there a long time ago and never adjusted since.
you followed his gaze.
it was a picture from years ago, before everything changed. you were thirteen, caught in a moment you barely felt like belonged to you anymore. smiling too brightly, arms wrapped around your mom and dad in a way that looked so easy, so normal, it almost didn’t feel real now.
sunghoon didn’t say anything right away. his expression shifted slightly, something unreadable passing through his eyes as he looked at it longer than expected.
then he glanced back at you, like he was comparing the photo to the person standing in front of him now.
“you look so happy in that,” he said after a pause.
your throat tightened immediately.
“i was,” you said, then quickly added, softer, “i guess.”
the words hung in the air longer than you meant them to. sunghoon’s expression shifted slightly, something quieter settling in his eyes as he looked at you instead of the photo now.
“he's been like this since your mom died?” he asked. “that man always complains and goes on and on about his dead wife, especially moments before he passes out.”
you chuckled lightly, the words hitting a little too close. “yeah,” you managed.
sunghoon glanced back at the photo “he must've loved her a lot.”
the smile on your face faltered.
“i guess.”
a quiet silence settled between you. your fingers tightened slightly at your sides.
“sometimes i think he forgets he still has someone here.”
the words left his mouth so casually that he probably didn't realize what he'd just said. but you felt them.
all at once.
because he was right.
your father talked about your mother constantly. missed your mother constantly. drank because of your mother constantly.
and somewhere along the way, you'd stopped being his daughter and started becoming just another thing in the house.
you let out a shaky breath, looking down because you couldn’t really look at either him or the photo anymore.
you couldn't even give a response back and that alone was enough to make your chest feel worse.
then sunghoon moved closer. he put down the cigarette before his hand lifted slightly, hesitating for a second like he was deciding whether or not to cross that line, before gently resting on your shoulder and pulling you in.
safe in a way you weren’t used to.
you didn’t even realize you were crying until your face pressed into his shoulder, the tears coming out quieter at first before you couldn’t hold them back anymore.
sunghoon didn’t say anything at first. he just stayed there, one hand lightly at your back, the other at the back of your waist, rubbing a small circle with his thumb.
“i'm sorry baby,” he said eventually, low and close enough that only you could hear it.
his words suddenly crash all over you. reminding you of the times of when your father would comfort you like this in his arms.
he exhales once, small, like he’s pulling himself back.
“it must be hard,” he says. you nod faintly, but don’t move away.
you cried pathetically into his shoulder as he embraced you even tighter, before pulling his head back.
“how about we go to your room?” he said quietly. “we wouldn’t want your father waking up and seeing you like this.”
you blinked, still trying to steady your breathing, and gave a slow nod.
sunghoon knows he shouldn't.
especially not with one of his friends daughter.
he knows he shouldn't be doing this, yet he can't help but continue placing small hickeys across your neck, spreading them down till your collarbone.
youre resting on top of his lap, hands cramped up against his chest as you nervously grasp onto his shirt, feeling confused how you even ended up here.
"i- i don't know if we should be d-doing this..." your voice shakes as he licks over one of the many spots he marked on you.
he chuckles at your words, "shh.. baby, let daddy take care of you alright?"
his hands grip firmly at your waist before he goes back in for another kiss. it's gentle and slow, almost like as if he's savouring the taste of your lips.
you try matching back the rhythm and movement of his lips, but fail miserably as you accidentally bite too hard on your own tongue. you wince lightly from the pain as sunghoon pulls back and smirks at you.
"poor bunny doesn't know how to kiss?" he smirks, almost mocking you for not knowing how to.
you bite your lip, attempting to hide the embarrassment spreading across your face. sunghoon notices and brings his thumb to your lip.
"don't worry my little girl, daddy'll teach you everything."
fuck, his words. the way he comforted you. the way he held you. why was it enough build up the wetness between your legs now?
before you can react, his mouth is on yours again. it's soft, slow and warm, "don't overthink it, just follow my lips," he mumbles against your mouth.
you start to follow the movement of his lips, your hands roaming towards the nape of his neck as he deepens the kiss. his mouth opens slightly as he slowly brings his tongue inside your mouth, meeting yours.
you quiver slightly, unsure of what to do but when sunghoon slides his tongue against yours, your tongue is able to naturally follow his. the kiss had gotten so heated, so wet and sloppy.
as the kiss continued, you felt his growing erection form harder beneath you. in the desperate state you were in, your body instinctively grinded forward on its own, earning a groan from sunghoon.
sunghoon pulls back from the kiss and looks at you. your eyes were hazy, almost like as if you were hallucinated from the kiss.
"keep doing that f'me, you wanna feel good yeah?" you nod your head at his words.
at his orders you continue to grind your clothed core against the large bulge in his pants. your whimper at the friction as you hold onto his arms to balance yourself.
"fuck.. you're doing so well for me," he groans at the pleasure.
his hand suddenly comes to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open. "stick out your tongue," you're confused but you do as he says, slowly sticking it out. he spits in your mouth, letting it slowly drip until it reaches your tongue.
sunghoon smirks at the sigh infront of him, you with your tongue out thats all covered in his spit, "swallow it all f'me, get a good taste."
without hesitation, you swallow. sunghoon nods his head in approval before his hips continue to move against yours again. his pace is faster now as youre both desperately grinding against each other for release.
"f-fuck.. feels so good.." you moan out as you grip his arms even tighter now.
suddenly, sunghoon grips your shoulders and pushes you back down onto the bed, hovering on top of you. "you look so pretty baby," he leaves a peck to your lips before slowly trailing down from your jaw to your neck, "have you ever done anything like this before?"
when you shake your head, sunghoon gives you a sly smile. "my bunny is still a virgin huh? how cute."
sunghoon doesn't waste time to lift your shirt up, exposing the cute pink bra you wore underneath. he brings his face closer to your clothed chest, placing a kiss right in the middle of your breasts.
he then lifts your bra up aswell, your breasts finally exposed as the cold air hits your skin. your nipples slightly harden at the sudden temperature drop.
sunghoon licks his lips before attaching his mouth to one your nipples, flicking his tongue over it. you gasp at the warmth of his mouth on your chest as you hold onto the bedsheets.
his hands trail from your shoulders down to your thighs, massaging them slowly before his hand makes its way over to your clothed core.
you're absolutely soaked through your shorts, sunghoon smirks at the feeling of your wetness before slowly rubbing your clit through the soaked fabric.
"fuck baby.. you're so wet, all this for me?" he coos at you as you nod your head while gasping at the pleasure his fingers are offering you.
sunghoon grabs onto the hem of your shorts, tugging them once before pulling them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare underneath him.
he curses under his breath at the sight of you. you're so undeniably innocent yet so sexy, he can't believe his friend was able to create someone like you.
your legs close together as you feel the embarrassment of being nude hit you. sunghoon notices and forces them apart again, "keep 'em open for me,"
sunghoon doesn't wait any longer before removing his clothing too. he first removes his shirt, revealing his slightly toned abs and biceps which he catches you staring at before smirking to himself.
his hands grip onto the sides of his pants before he pulls them down just below his boxers, his bulge being even more prominent now. his thumbs tug inside his boxers before he slides them down too just half way, revealing his thick cock which was already leaking precum.
your mouth dropped slightly. you were shocked or more should you say... scared? nervous? he was huge. even his tip seemed like it'd be painful enough for you.
sunghoon noticed the nervousness on your face and chuckled, "aw, is my little girl scared? 's okay, daddy's cock will make you feel reaaal good." he says before he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead.
your heart beats like crazy as the wetness continues to pool up underneath you. sunghoon's hands make way to your clit, rubbing it gently in circles.
you grind against his hand, desperate for more. sunghoon only continues to keep slowly rubbing your clit, not giving you the full attention your body craves.
“p-please…” you whispered, the word barely making it past the lump in your throat.
“please what?” he asked quietly.
"your f-fingers.. nghh.. please!" you cry out. sunghoon smirks at the way you beg for it.
"since my bunny's been so good, she deserves it." he whispers loud enough that you can hear it.
his fingers go down to your hole, which was already oozing out the slick and wetness that has been building up for the past 30 minutes since he's been in your room.
he slowly circles over your hole before pushing a finger in slowly. you let out a pleasured moan at the feeling, your body immediately feeling the heat of his fingers.
he starts thrusting his finger in and out slowly, the wetness coating his finger as you moan at the sensation. you continue to grind forward, still desperate for more.
"you know if you want more, you're gonna have to earn for it." he murmured before tapping his cock against your thigh, signaling for what you should do.
you look up at him nervously before looking down at his huge cock, the precum already leaking out. before your hand can fully reach out, sunghoon grabs your wrist with his free hand before spitting onto your palm.
with his spit all over your palm, you sit up slightly as your hand spreads the wetness of his saliva all over his cock before slowly rubbing his tip against the palm of your hand.
sunghoon hisses at the feeling, "fuck, keep doing that baby," he groans before adding a second finger into your cunt, earning a loud moan from you.
and before you both know it, you're both now like two animals in heat desperate to get each other off. you stroke sunghoon's cock at a medium pace, taking in whatever you can as sunghoon keeps fingering you at a faster speed.
"ngh.. shit if you keep doing that.. 'm gonna cum," sunghoon groans loudly.
you bite your lip as you continue to stroke his cock faster, a desperate attempt to match the speed in which he was fingering you at. he was relentless, abusing your little cunt like it didn't matter.
"feel's weird.. i think 'm gonna pee! s-sunghoon stop!" you whimper loudly, the heat in your stomach continuing to boil up. "then do it baby. do it all over me." he demands.
and with that, you cum. more like you squirt, all over him. your legs tremble as your orgasm hits you, your grip on sunghoons cock getting slightly loose but just enough for him to reach his climax and start shooting his cum all over your stomach.
"fuck.. was that your first time squirting bunny?" he questions, looking at the sight beneath him in awe before looking back up at you, seeing you nod your head in fluster.
gosh, you're really going to kill him.
he can't wait to ruin you.
without hesitation, sunghoon pushes you back down again, making you flat against your bed as he spreads open your legs again.
you look down and see that he's still hard. fuck, his sex drive is insane.
he grabs the base of his cock, positioning himself perfectly as he starts to slide his cock up and down your wet cunt, holding onto your thighs for support.
you let out a moan, your cunt still sensitive from your previous orgasm but the pleasure overtakes the sensitivity. he continues to grind against your cunt until he pulls back, slapping his cock against your clit.
"'s not gonna fit.. way too big.." you bite your lip in nervousness as sunghoon lets out a smug smile.
"shhh, daddy'll make it fit. just hold on f'me my little girl," he mumbles into your ear.
he slowly starts pushing the tip in, the pain immediately hitting you, "'s so painful.. daddy it hurts.." you whimper out in pain as your eyes begin to tear up, the nickname coming from your lips too naturally.
sunghoon could cum from your words just now, but it only encourages him to keep going as he continues to push himself in further, filling you up nice and slowly.
sunghoon leans down to kiss you as you whine against his lips, as he finally pushes himself all the way in, having you fully filled up with him now, "fuck, you're so tight. daddy's gonna fuck your little cunnie so good."
you squirm as he starts thrusting into your cunt, his cock ramming in and out you as the sound of your wet cunt and his sloppy thrusts echo throughout your room.
you're so sure that you're moaning loud enough that it could even wake up your dad, but you didn't even care anymore as the pain quickly turned into pleasure as sunghoon was balls deep in you.
"fuuuuck... so good, your pussy is clenching around me. you really love daddy's cock hm?" he almost mocks you but sees as you desperately nod your head.
"yes.. yes! fuck yes 'm loving daddy's cock so much! want m-more!" you whine loudly, drool spilling out of your lips as pleasure overtakes you.
sunghoon continues to quicken his pace, ramming his cock in and out you so deeply as he brings his hand to your stomach and presses down. you could've sworn you almost saw stars at that.
"d-daddy fuck..! nghh... 'm gonna cum.." you whimper.
sunghoon bites your earlobe, "mm, cum for daddy. let it all out," he whispers into your ear.
and with that, you come undone. you grip onto the bedsheets tightly and your legs shake violently as you cum all over his cock, your vision turning white for a few seconds as the orgasm hits you hard.
sunghoon chuckles at how hard you came, slowing down his thrusts to let you ride out your orgasm. your grip slowly loosens on your bedsheets as your breathing starts to slow down and become more calm.
suddenly, sunghoon starts to continue his relentless thrusting,"i still haven't came yet, gonna abuse and use up your lil cunnie." he groans as he quickens up his pace.
the dirty wet sounds of your intimate areas meeting each other fill up the room. one of his hands hold onto your hip as the other goes up to your breast, grabbing and squeezing it as he watches the way they bounce with each thrust.
sunghoon can finally feel the heat in his stomach brew up, "shit, 'm gonna cum inside this pussy," he groans before he quickly grabs his phone and starts to record.
his angles it just right to show how his cock thrusts into you just right while also showing how perfectly your breasts bounce with your mouth open from the pleasure.
sunghoon groans loudly as his orgasm hits him, his cum immediately filling you up. gosh you feel so thick and filled. sunghoon brings down the camera, showing a close up of his cock inside you before pulling out.
as he pulls out, he records how his cum mixed with your wetness oozes out of your hole. he smirks at the sight, bringing the camera up to show the cum over your stomach and then your dazed face as you breathe heavily.
he grabs your face making you look at the camera, "who does this little cunt belong to?" he demands an answer, placing a gentle slap to your clit as you let out a yelp before answering, "y-yours!"
he smirks before rubbing your thigh to soothe out the pain, "yeah? you belong to daddy now. i'll treat you so good, my little girl."
he ends the video before putting his phone back into his pocket. he falls onto the side next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he rubs your back gently.
your face stayed buried against his chest, his presence warm and grounding in a way you didn’t realize you needed until now.
“you did so well my bunny,” he murmured softly after a moment. “i’m so proud of you.”
his voice was quiet, almost like he didn’t want to break the moment. you held onto him a little tighter at his words, your breath uneven.
“don’t leave me… please,” you said, barely above a whisper.
he went still for a second, then shifted just enough to look down at you.
his hand came up to gently hold your cheek, thumb brushing lightly as he steadied you.
“i’m not going anywhere,” he said softly.
and after a pause, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a silent reassurance.
you stayed there for a moment longer, holding onto him like you were afraid the feeling might disappear if you let go too soon.
jake: dude shes fucking gorgeous
jay: holy shit, there's no way thats his daughter. im so jealous.
heeseung: I wanna use her up too. Not fair Sunghoon.
sunghoon smirks at his friends messages. of course he had to send it to the groupchat (which obviously did not include your dad).
the video of which his cum dripped out of your pussy and where you said that you belonged to sunghoon was enough to drive him and all of his friends crazy (and get all of them hard).
sunghoon: she's totally innocent too, her pussy was so tight.
jay: sounds like heaven.
jake: this isnt fair howd you find this angel wtf??
heeseung: Lets pass her around, she'd probably enjoy that.
jay: we can tell.
jake: shes definitely secretly a slut who likes older men.
jake: cmon hoon.
sunghoon chuckles at his phone.
sunghoon: maybe.
@evanificais do not steal or recreate.
authors note: hii :3 first ever fic, hope y'all enjoy. not proofread cus i physically cannot read my own work but i hope theres not too many mistakes. if i missed any warnings pls lmk!
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