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nonvirgin!jay and inoccent virgin!femreader just making out while reader is sitting on jay's lap and they end up getting horny and they end up doing it. you can add more things if you want, I trust you
A/N: I’m kind of a sucker for the “taking the readers virginity” concept so forgive me if i get carried away lol (also forgive me if i played too much into the “innocent” concept, ik that its unrealistic but its just for funzies lol)
You watch Jay type away on his laptop at his desk. You notice the muscles shifting under his shirt every time he reaches for a sip of water.
You guys never went further than making out and for a while you were fine and happy with that, but these days you’re finding it harder and harder not to tug his shirt off and push him onto the bed.
“Hi baby,” Jay says as you sit sideways on his lap. “What’s up.”
“Are you done yet?” you ask.
“Almost,” he kisses your cheek. He’s studying for an exam he has next week. “What were you doing?”
“Nothing,” you groan.
He chuckles. “We can hang out for a bit but then I have to go back to working, okay?”
You smile and peck him on the lips. Then again, and again, and again until your mouths are parting and his tongue is against yours. He adjusts you so that you’re straddling him in his desk chair. His hands warm and comfortable on your waist. He’s never touched you anywhere other than ur head, arms, legs, and waist, and right now you want something more. You take his hand and trail it up to your chest. He smiles into the kiss.
You can tell that he’s surprised and nervous judging from how gentle his hand is on you. But after a few minutes he begins to indulge in this new privilege and softly massaging you as you let out small moans.
You pull away from him. “Do you wanna- go to the bed?” you ask.
“Of course.” he chuckles and carries you to the mattress.
He lays you down gently before climbing on top of you.
You pull him in for another kiss.
He nudges his knee between your thighs and you can’t help but rock your hips against him. He notices and it gives him an instant hard on.
“Jay,” you exhale.
“Mhm?” he asks, peppering kisses down your throat.
“I wanna uhm- do it?” you say unsurely, giggling.
“Really?” he looks at you, wide eyed and you nod. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” you say sheepishly, not making eye contact.
He smirks and goes back to kissing your neck, now with tongue. You feel his hands travel up your sweatshirt (his sweatshirt actually) and you take a deep breath, trying not to whimper from his gentle touch.
His hands move to grope your chest and he pinches your sensitive nipples lightly. You whine and squirm underneath him.
“Do you need something?” he asks and you feel blood rush to your cheeks.
“Yeah,” you say quietly.
“What is it sweetheart?” he kisses your forehead. “Don’t be shy.”
“Touch me please.” you say into his neck, not able to look at him.
“Good girl,” he says before slowly sliding his fingers down down down into your underwear.
You twitch right away.
“Have you never..?” he asks and you blush.
“I have, but I’ve never...finished.” you say sheepishly.
He nods. "Let's change that shall we?"
He kisses your jaw before gently circling your clit. You grip at his forearm and he smirks.
“You’re doing so good.” he coos before kissing you softly.
He pushes your hoodie up and wastes no time to get to kissing your chest, running his tongue over your nipples.
You whimper and grind your hips against his fingers. “More.”
Soon all of your clothes are on his bedroom floor. He pulls away to admire your figure but you can’t help you try to cover up. He doesn’t try to pull your arms away though he just comes up to you and says: “You know how beautiful you are right?”
You turn your head away from him, blushing. “Shut up.”
He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “Really though, you’re hot as fuck.”
Your eyes widen. No one has ever called you that before. You usually get “cute” or “pretty”, never hot.
He plants kisses from your shoulder to your lower stomach, stopping every now and then to give you a hickey. You’re already gripping at the duvet by the time he gets to your hips. You writhe, not being able to stand the burning between your legs.
“Patience baby,” he kisses your inner thigh. “It’ll feel better if you wait.”
He sucks hickies on your soft flesh and you can literally feel yourself dripping.
“Please,” you beg. “I need it.”
He smirks before opening his mouth, getting nearly all of your cunt on his tongue. Your knees instantly snap around his head but he’s quick to push them back open, keeping you spread and pretty for him.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, your fingers lacing through his black hair. It’s new; not being able to control your pleasure, but at the same time, that’s what made it so good.
He pushes his tongue into you before circling it around your clit. “Fuck, you taste good.” he growls.
Your hips twitch as he works his tongue against you and you whimper.
He pulls away to slowly push a finger into you. You whine and grip at his forearm.
“You okay?” he asks before kissing you, letting you taste yourself. You nod, getting used to the foreign feeling.
“One more.” you say and he graciously obeys.
Your head falls back as he stretches you out.
“So wet.” he whispers while massaging your chest with his free hand. “You’re taking my fingers so well.” he purrs while pushing up on your sweet spot.
He rests the base of his palm against your clit, letting you grind against him.
You start to feel a strange sensation in your stomach. “Fuck,” you moan. “I can’t I can’t.”
“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your cheek. “Just feel it.”
Your grip on his arm tightens as you start to get closer and closer.
“You can do it,” he whispers. “Be good.”
Your legs begin to tremble and before you know it, your orgasm crashes over you like a big, cold, wave. Your eyes close shut and your mouth parts as you whimper softly.
He kisses your cheeks while slowly pumping his fingers into you.
“You did so good,” he says. “How was it?”
“Really good,” you exhale with a giggle. You shut your legs. “I’m embarrassed now~”
“Why?” he chuckles.
You cover your face with your hands. “You just saw me do that.”
“So? I wanted to,” he kisses you softly. “And it was really hot.”
He pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth. Your eyes widen.
He smirks. “You taste too good.”
Good god he’s hot, you think. You kiss him hard. “Fuck me please.”
It only takes seconds for his jeans to be unzipped and his shirt to be on the floor.
He teases your clit with his tip before slowly pushing into you, stopping every couple of seconds to help you adjust.
You don’t struggle much considering how wet and worked up you are.
He kisses your jaw. “Ready?”
“Mhm,” you nod with excitement.
He gives you a sweet kiss before thrusting into you, hitting your g spot every time.
You cling onto his back, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
“You’re so wet,” he growls. “I never knew that my sweet girl would want to be ruined like this.”
You shy away from him but he holds your face.
“Don’t be shy sweetheart.”
You nuzzle into his neck. “Harder.”
He smirks before grabbing the headboard and pounding into you. You let out a loud whine and it’s music to his ears.
“Look how good you take it.” he caresses your hair. “My precious baby.”
“You feel so good.” you whimper. “How does it feel so good?”
He chuckles lightly, amused by your confusion.
“Maybe it’s because we’re meant for eachother.” he says and you giggle.
You wonder if anyone else knows how sweet he is. His heart must be made of honey.
You mewl under him, grabbing onto everything you can reach out of desperation.
“Touch yourself.” he says and your eyes go wide. “You heard me, I wanna watch you.”
You shyly trail your fingers down to your clit. He places his hand on top of yours for a moment to get it moving.
You moan as the feeling of his cock inside of you and your fingers on your clit begin to combine.
“Oh my god don’t stop,” you beg as he grinds his hips into yours.
He wouldn’t even dream of stopping. The way your eyebrows are furrowing, your mouth is parting, and your smooth skin under his hands is enough to drive him insane. He’s basically drunk on you. He could do this all day.
“I love you.” you whisper and he kisses your jaw.
“I love you too sweetheart.”
He continues to ruthlessly snap his hips against yours.
“Such good pussy,” he says to himself.
“Jay,” you whisper, barely being able to speak. Your legs are trembling and your hips are starting to twist.
“Cum for me baby,” he encourages you. “Make me proud.”
He watches as you come undone. Your eyes rolling back, your back arching, all of it. It’s enough to send him over the edge.
He groans into your neck as your cunt pulses around him. You hold onto him tight, still in shock from the orgasm he gave you.
He kisses your collarbone and rubs your waist. “Good girl.” he says before kissing your forehead.
He pulls out and quickly rushes to get a towel to clean you up.
Comfortable silence wafts by as he does so.
“What am I supposed to say now?” you joke and he laughs.
“Usually you just say ‘you were so good’ or something like that.”
You frown. “I don’t wanna be reminded that you’ve had sex with other people before.”
“Why? Does it make you jealous?” he teases.
“A little.” you roll your eyes.
“Okay this will be my first time from now on.” he says and you giggle.
“We just lost our virginities dude.”
“Sick right?” he plops down beside you and gives you a fist bump.
✎ Pairing: professor heeseung! + female college student reader!
✎ Warnings: smut, soft dom hee, service top hee, NSFW AUDIO, dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, teasing, mentions of masturbation.
✎ Genre: professor, student.
✎ Summary: you purposely fail your assignments so you can be alone with your professor.
✎ Number of words: 2,872k
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• Requested by anon. I hope you see this, lol currently not taking requests at the moment, but I decided to squeeze this one in.
Class had ended, and everyone was scrambling towards the door, and so were you as you slung your backpack over your shoulder but stopped in your tracks when you heard your professor's voice.
“Y/n, would you mind staying behind? I have something I’d like to discuss with you.” Professor Lee speaks up, causing you to turn on your heels and face him as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
You walk towards his desk until you’re a few feet away from him and look down at your feet, trying to hide your flustered state. “Y-yes, Professor Lee?” You say quietly.
Your professor takes a seat and touches his fingers together while resting his elbows on his desk, and you can’t help but think he looks so attractive like that.
“Y/n, you turned in your assignment late again,” he says, followed by a sigh. “Could you tell me why?” He asks as you nervously pick at your nails.
“I-I forgot again,” you lie. “Sorry, professor lee” you lower your head once more. Truthfully you hadn’t forgotten you had been doing it on purpose, hoping he’d have you stay back and have a talk with you like he was doing now.
Never mind the fact that you’ve been getting zeros and partial credits on your assignments.
“Forgot? Now, y/n, that’s not like you at all,” he says with a slight smirk that you miss cause you were still looking down at the floor beneath your feet. “Is there something on your mind that you’d like to share? Maybe something bothering you? Distracting you, perhaps?” He teased, already knowing full well what you had been up to, and he wasn’t opposed to playing your naughty little game.
He wasn’t oblivious to you staring at him every time he walked into class. He didn’t miss the way your eyes would flicker down to his crotch whenever he readjusted his trousers, and he definitely didn’t miss when you caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you zoned out while staring at him and not so discreetly rubbing your legs together.
It amused him, to say the least, and he couldn’t lie. He’s thought about you on occasion quite a few times when he had his late-night masturbating sessions, moaning your name as he spilled his warm release all over his sweaty abdomen.
“N-no, Professor Lee,” you play innocent.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’re all alone,” his soft, reassuring tone makes you look up at him finally, and you can’t help but get lost in his heavy lingering gaze. “I’m your professor. You can talk to me, Darlin” He stands up and walks around his desk until he's standing less than a foot away. “I wouldn’t happen to be the cause of you forgetting, would I?” He asks as he sneaks his hands inside your blazer and rests his palms on your sides, softly rubbing up and down.
You look up at him, breath hitching in your throat when he squeezes your hips, and you have to bite your lip to hold back a moan, and he can’t help but smile at the heavy effect he has on you. “Yes,” you whisper while analyzing every last centimeter of his beautiful face up close.
“Yeah?” He cups your cheeks with his large palms tilting your head up until your eyes meet. “What about me makes you forget, Darlin?” He strokes your cheek with his thumb, and you melt into his soft, warm touch.
You gulped, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and your mind wandered to all the lewd filthy thoughts you had about him during class.
“Everything,” you say, feeling a bit bolder as you take a step forward, pressing yourself against him, and he raises an amused brow at your move. “The way you talk,” you say quietly, eyes shifting back and forth between his. “The way you walk in the room” You grabbed his tie and looked at him innocently despite your not-so-innocent implications. “The way your brows crease when you’re focusing on your lecture, everything about you makes me distracted, professor. Every time you do the smallest thing, I forget about everything else but you” You bite your lower lip.
His lips upturn in a smile at your little confession, and his heart rate picks up from having the knowledge of you noticing all the little details about him.
“Hmm, yeah, is that so Darlin?” He lowers his hands, cupping the roundness of your ass.
“Yes,” you moan when he puts his hands under your dress and his warm palms make contact with your bare flesh.
“Well, Darlin, I am flattered” He leaned down, ghosting his lip’s against yours as he spoke in a low gravelly tone. “But, I’m still gonna have to teach you a lesson for being so forgetful” He presses a soft kiss to your lips, and you feel your body ignite from the short-lived contact of his lips meeting yours. “After all, I am your professor,” he smirks before swiping his tongue on your bottom lip and squeezing your soft ass, causing a breathy whine to slip past your lips as he uses the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth, swirling it with your as he pushes you against the edge of his desk. “Sound fair?” He asks, breathing heavily from the make-out session.
“Yes, professor lee” He smirks at your desperation, enjoying how pliant you have already become for him.
He easily lifts you up on his desk after hiking your skirt around your waist. He smiles at the sight of your white cotton panties and rubs his palm over your drenched core, feeling the damp fabric from how wet you had gotten just from kissing. “Darlin, is this all for your professor?” He teased and prodded his finger at your clothed hole.
“Yes, professor, all for you,” you breathe out, and your voice is already whiny and desperate with need as he rubs your clit over your underwear.
He pushed your panties to the side, gawking at the little mess you made of yourself, and he had barely even done anything to you. “You’re so cute,” he whispers while looking at you fondly, and you shy away from his gaze as he pushes one finger in your hole, groaning from how your pussy squeezes tightly around his single digit as he slowly works you open.
You lean back and rest on your elbows, watching as he adds another finger alongside his index, curling them up and massaging your upper walls with the pads of his fingers. “Darlin,” he whispers, and he still doesn’t take his eyes off your little cunt, all creamy and wet, just waiting to be filled with his cock. “You distract me too,” he hums at the little noises you make for him. “Make me forget what I’m saying all the time” He chuckles and rests his hand on your right thigh, rubbing your smooth flesh. “Sometimes you distract me so much that I can’t even stand up and come from behind my desk cause I’m so hard for you,” he gulped loudly, daring to accompany his two fingers by adding a third, and your eyes roll back in your head briefly from the pleasuring stretch of his fingers opening you up. “Even at night, when I go home, all I can think about is fucking your pretty little cunt” He looks at you briefly, and his eyes are dark and hooded with nothing but pure lust, and you moan at his dirty confession clenching around his fingers in satisfaction. “And even after I touch myself to the thought of you, it’s still never enough cause I know that my hand will never ever feel as good as you.” He blows a breath of cool air over your bare pussy.
Your legs shake in pleasure, and you’re not sure how much longer you can last when his fingers are fucking you so well.
“Just look at me” He looks between his legs, and you automatically find his line of vision staring at the very prominent tent in his khaki pants, moaning at the sight of his huge bulge.
“Professor,” you grip whatever you can on his desk, trying to stabilize yourself, but it’s no use as you become a squirming mess when he fastens the pace of his fingers.
“Yeah, darlin', look at what you do to your professor. Are you gonna make it better? Hmm?” He asks as he places his thumb on your clit, and your body jolts from the new sensation, mouth falling open, allowing a pleasured cry to escape as you feel the heat rising in the pit of your stomach.
“Fuck,” you mewl out, unknowingly rutting yourself on his fingers as you get closer to the indescribable bliss building up inside you. “Yes, professor lee, I’ll make it all better” Your mouth hangs open in a silent cry of his name, legs trembling and breath heavy as you come around his fingers and your pussy clenches rhythmically.
“I know you will, darling, always such a good little thing for your professor,” he coos, still pumping you full of his fingers and guiding you through your first orgasm as your lips, purse, and brows furrow in absolute total pleasure.
He retracts his fingers, nearly drooling as his hungry eyes rake over the wetness that covers his digits.
He sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking and slurping up all your essence as his hard throbbing dick twitches in need for you underneath his slacks. “Better than anything I could have ever imagined,” he moans at your taste, sucking his fingers, completely clean.
He impatiently reaches for his belt, quickly undoing the buckle and button before pulling down the zipper and finally freeing himself from the restrictive confines of his pants.
“Professor, you’re so b-big,” you stutter at his massive size, staring you in the face beneath his underwear, a huge wet spot staining the front and outlining his thick tip.
He chuckles at your cute observation, and you blush. “All yours,” He says, rubbing himself over his underwear. “Gonna be good and take professor's big cock?” he strokes his palm over your thigh, and you nod frantically, which pleases him immensely. “Mmm yeah, Darlin,” he rasps and pulls down his underwear revealing his delicious cock to you, and it’s even better than what you dreamed about. It was thick, long, and veiny tip leaking with fresh beads of pearly precum as he worked the wetness over his shaft.
“Need you inside so bad” The words mindlessly slip past your lips, but you’re too entranced by him to even take notice or care. “Wanna feel your big cock inside of me, professor” You spread your legs as wide as they can go clenching around nothing as your wet gaping hole awaits to be stuffed full of your professor’s massive cock.
He rests his heavy length on your wet pussy dragging it back and forth slowly. “Don’t worry, professor is gonna give you what you need” His eyebrows grew taut in pleasure just from the feeling of your wetness soaking his length as he gripped your thighs, still massaging your aching core with his warm cock. “Gonna make your tiny little pussy feel good, okay, darlin?”
“Okay,” you say in a breathless whine, and you both release a sharp breath as he presses his tip at your hole and slowly sheaths himself into the warmth of your walls.
“Oh my fucking god,” he practically growls when your silky heat invites him in, hugging his cock tightly with your warmth. “Oh, Darlin, your pussy feels amazing.”
“Yeah?” You hold onto his wrist, watching your tight pussy stretching open and making room for his dick to sink deeper inside.
“Oh yeah,” he confirms while his eyes focus on the same spot that you’re looking at. “You see that, Darlin? See me splitting your little pussy with my cock?” Your eyes roll back and he has to bite back a smirk, now steadily rocking his hips into you, the quiet squelch between your bodies making both of your heads spin.
He pulls out, leaving nothing but his tip inside, grabbing his thick base and teasingly dipping in and out of your soaked hole.
You whine at the loss-making a fuss from the dull, empty feeling. “Awe, Darlin, what’s the matter?” He asks as if he’s not fully aware of what he’s doing to you right now.
“Please, professor lee” you pout and make a dissatisfied sound as he pulls all the way out, leaving you completely empty. “Please, no more teasing, please,” you beg desperately as your hole tightens around nothing and your back arched off his desk. Your hole searches for his cock so he can give you what you need and fill you up again. “Need you,” you breathe out, chest heaving, and you feel as if you were going to cry if he didn’t stick it back in soon.
“Me too,” he moans when he fills you up again, this time setting the perfect pace. “Need you too, Darlin, so bad” He puts emphasis on his words by leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.
He grabbed your hips, sensually rolling his hips into you, stroking your walls at all the right angles to make your toes curl.
His tip roams your insides until the slight curve of his cock finds that sweet spot that makes you moan loudly and beg him for more and more. “Yes, right there” He doesn’t go harder or faster. He listens to you attentively, brushing the head of his cock over that same spot over and over.
“Yeah, right there, Darlin? That feel good?” He smirks, knowing damn well it does. He deep strokes your heat until it feels numb from the consent in and out motion, and by now, your legs are shaking wildly. Your moans are a little too loud, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he places the pad of his thumb over your swollen, engorged clit.
You let go of his wrists, falling back on his desk, not being able to hold yourself up properly anymore cause the pleasure he’s giving to your body is just too much to handle, and your lungs nearly give out from your intense pants and moans.
“That’s right” Your disheveled state makes him go completely feral as he speeds up the tempo chasing his high with you. “Take your professor's big cock Darlin” he grunts, snapping his hips erratically as his thighs clap loudly against your plump ass, and the noises overtake his classroom along with your soft moans and his heavy breath.
“Professor Lee, im gonn- fuck I’m- I’m gonna cum!” He holds onto your waist for dear life, restlessly pounding into your tight cunt as you clench around his girthy cock.
“Go ahead, Darlin, cream your professor's cock” He pants loudly, giving you his all with every last thrust as you cum around his cock, whimpering and moaning as you feel the heat surge throughout your entire body. Your muscles tense up, and your toes curl, mouth falling open as you let out high pitch moans from the breathtaking orgasm he gives to you.
“Please, professor lee cum in me,” you plead in your fucked out state, and just those words alone are enough to make him lose any ounce of self-control as he spirals down with you.
“Darlin,” he moans, and his hips stutter. He quickly loses his rhythm as he grunts and spills his creamy release inside your pulsating cunt, filling you until you’re brimming over with his white gooey cum.
You pull him closer by his tie, and he breathes heavily against your lips, kissing you passionately as he rolls his hip continuously to empty his throbbing balls in your heat, moaning into your mouth as your cunt coaxes out all he has to give.
Once you both somewhat catch your breath’s, he kisses your forehead as he gently pulls his softening cock out of you, quickly moving your panties to the side so your cunt can bathe in his cum. “There, I know you forget a lot, so I thought I’d give you a little reminder” He bites on his bottom lip after giving you a teasing smile and nudges his nose against yours before leaning up and putting his trousers back on.
He grabs your hand, helping you stabilize yourself once you stand up from his desk, and it takes you a moment to stand up straight cause your legs are still literally shaking. “Thank you for the lesson, professor lee” You say with a hint of bashfulness in your tone as you smiled at him shyly.
“Of course,” he smiles at you as you gather up the rest of your things and get ready to head out of the classroom. “And darlin', if you ever need another lesson, feel free to ask me for help anytime” He winked and collected all the disheveled papers on his desk.
“Yes, professor lee” you smile, and with that, you finally leave his class, and come to think of it, you’re probably gonna need his help a lot more often from now on.
FIN.
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contents. fingering, cnc if you squint, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, pussy slapping, belly bulging, slight breeding, riki is mean
a/n. I blinked and somehow this turned into a mean dom riki fic
“Fuck... look at that” Riki growls low in his throat. “You been like this the whole time? Just... waiting?” Riki lets out a sharp, guttural sound as he sees you laid bare beneath him — virgin cunt glistening, practically begging for his attention. He drags a single finger through your slick folds just to watch how easily it sinks in. The action makes you moan – nodding mindlessly – your pussy so slick his finger sinks in without trouble, warm gummy walls parting with ease to welcome his finger. Riki groans as he feels your tight, wet walls clench around his finger, the sound of how damn easily you take him making his hips jerk forward involuntarily. “Christ-” he rasps out, curling that finger to feel you flutter against it. “You really are a goddamn virgin? 'Cause this cunt acts like it's been begging for me all along.”
He adds a second finger with no warning — stretching you in slow circles as he watches your face twist in pleasure. You whimper, eyes rolling back as he starts scissoring your cunt open, fingers finding that your gooey spot in record time. “J-just for you-”Riki groans as he feels your body reacting to his touch, the tightness and warmth pulling his finger in so easily that part of him wants to skip foreplay and sink his cock inside right now. “God.... you're so damn tight. And so fucking wet... you must have spent the whole day aching for this, huh? Been thinking about me touching you like this, and needing it so damn much?” “Riki harder-” You mewl softly, eyes fluttering shut, soft tummy clenching in pleasure.
"Harder?" He repeats, voice rough with need. His thumb presses down on your clit in slow circles while his fingers fuck into you faster as he scissors them open — stretching you just to the brink of what feels good. You whimper, legs closing around his wrist. “Tsk. None of that.” He grits out, using his free hand to pry your legs back open — exposing you completely as he scissors you even wider. “Wanna see this pretty little cunt ruin my goddamn fingers.” His palm grinds down hard on your clit while two fingers plunge in and out with rough, unrelenting strokes. Riki snarls as you try to clamp your legs shut again, his free hand slamming down on your thigh to keep it pinned open. “Fucking-”His fingers curl brutally inside you, thumb pressing rough circles into your clit. "Keep your fucking legs open."
Your whimpers and whines only result in him pushing in a third finger, stretching your poor cunt more than its ever been. Riki watches with rapt attention as your body struggles to accommodate the third finger, his other hand pressing down on your lower stomach to help you stretch. “ ‘ki I can’t” You whimper softly. “Yes you can.” He insists darkly, the third finger sinking in he watches your face twist. His palm grinds down on your clit — hard and unrelenting — while his fingers stretch you to the brink, making you flutter wildly around him. You shake your head, tears beading at the corners of your eyes. “ 'cant-” Riki lets out a throaty laugh, pulling his hand away just to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “Aw baby…” He drawls condescendingly. “Look at you, pathetic little thing. So small, so helpless, and so fucking pretty for me..." You whimper, cunt clenching around his fingers at his tone alone, thighs instinctively try to close around his wrist again. Riki laughs — dark and rough — as he feels you clench around him, his fingers curling just to drag another broken noise from your throat.
“Still trying to shut me out?” He taunts, yanking his hand – and fingers – away from your sloppy heat only to land a sharp smack on your swollen cunt — the sound echoing in the room as it makes you jerk under him. “Open.” He commands again, shoving two fingers back in with brutal force this time — scissoring them wide while his palm grinds down on your throbbing clit without mercy. Riki’s smirk is feral as he watches you yelp – at how your hips buck into his touch, no matter how cruel it is – his fingers plunging deeper on the next thrust — punishingly slow just to watch your hips stutter. “There it is.” He rasps, landing another sharp smack right where your clit peeks out from its swollen hood. “Knew you were just a needy little slut who likes getting slapped around… so much for being a virgin.” His free hand pins your waist down hard — keeping you exactly where he wants as his thumb circles mercilessly over your throbbing bud.
Riki groans as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers, your sobs only making his hips jerk forward against nothing — his cock aching to replace them. “Fuck- look at you.” He grits out, slamming his palm down on your clit again making you spasm wildly. “Crying and drooling like a bitch in heat.” He leans in close enough for his teeth to graze your earlobe as he pistons into that sweet spot inside you with brutal precision. You can only grab onto his arm, and sob out his name. Your eyes roll back and cunt clamp tight around his finger – milking them like it's begging for something thicker – your orgasm hitting you fast and hard. “That’s it.” He growls, dragging his soaked fingers out just to shove them back in as your orgasm wrecks you. “Fucking ruin my hand like a good girl.” His other hand yanks at the waistband of his boxers — the fabric already damp with precum from how badly this is turning him on. He barely gives you time to process your orgasm, his blunt tip already pressing against your entrance
Riki hisses as the head of his cock presses against your fluttering hole – already so tight around his leaking tip. “Fuck… you’re gonna kill me.” He grits out, hips jerking forward involuntarily to push in another inch before he can stop himself. “Christ... virgin cunt- so fucking tight.” His hands shake where they grip your thighs hard enough to bruise, pushing them until they’re flat against your chest. “Ki s’too big” You mewl, the stretch of the first few inches already burning. Riki shudders as you cry out his name – the sound of you begging for him to slow down nearly getting him to lose his mind. He leans in, pressing a harsh kiss on your lips. “You trust me, right?” Riki groans as you nod beneath him, the sound of your broken whimpers driving him to the brink of insanity. “Yeah? Gonna take it for me, pretty thing?” He asks, voice low and rough. “Gonna take it until you don't think you can anymore, hmm? 'Til you're crying for me?” He grits out, hips jerking forward to shove in another inch despite the burn. “Fuck yeah you can take it.” He rasps, watching your drooling pussy slowly accepting more and more of his length. “Gonna ruin this cunt so good, you won’t even remember how it felt before me.”
“R-riki- w-wait you're too big…” You sob under him, the stretch of his cock heaven and hell at the same time. You can already almost feel him in your guts, your cunt greedily accepting more and more of him. Riki groans as he feels you suck him in — your slick, gushing walls dragging him deeper with every inch. “Too big? Liar.” He rasps, slamming his hips forward to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, making you cry out. “Fuck- pussy was made for me.” He pulls back just slightly before driving into you again with a snarl. You sob brokenly under him, all logical thoughts fucked dout of your brain the second he entered you fully – Riki and his monster cock now the only thing residing in your brain – Riki chokes on a groan as he watches the outline of his cock bulge obscenely in your lower belly, your cunt milking him like it's starved for it. “Christ- look at that.” He growls, dragging a thumb over the swollen curve where you're stretched around him. “Fuck, you really are just some greedy little slut, aren't ya?” His hips snap forward with brutal force — burying himself to the hilt just to hear how loud you sob when he bottoms out. “Cunt sucking me right in.”
Riki groans as he hears you babble his name, the sound of your voice broken and desperate making his hips jerk forward on instinct. “Say it again.” He demands, dragging out another slow thrust just to watch how your body clenches around him. “Louder. Let me hear who you belong to.” His fingers dig bruises into your hips as he picks up pace — every snap of his pelvis punching a fresh sob from your throat. “R-riki-” You’re barely able to form out any coherent words, the feeling of his cock destroying your insides enough to melt your brain. “a-ah y-you’re s-so deep.” Riki snarls at you mewls, the sound of your voice cracking making his hips stutter. “Fuck yeah, it is.” He rasps, slamming into that spot inside you with brutal precision. “Gonna fill this pretty little hole up 'til you're dripping me for days.” You nod dumbly under him, already begging for him to fill you up. “p-please Riki w-wanna feel you so bad.” You sob, making him groan deeply, the plea making his cock throb inside you. “Yeah? You're getting fucked for the first time and you're already begging to be pumped full of cum?” He grits out, hips snapping forward to bury himself deeper, faster and harder inside you. “Needy slut.” He chuckles, his fingers dig bruising into your thighs as he fucks into that sweet spot with rough precision – chasing both of your releases.
You sob harder, cheeks wet with tears, cunt clenching around him like it never wants to let go. “m- m'close ki-” Riki groans, the sudden tightness making his hips stutter. “Gonna come on my cock like a good girl?” He rasps, slamming his cock inside you brutally. “Come on pretty- lemme feel you.” You come with a pornographic moan, your cunt milking his cock with greedy, pulsing waves. “Fuck- fuck yeah, take it.” He grits out, hips slamming forward to bury himself to the hilt as your orgasm wrings him dry. His release hits hard — hot streaks of cum flooding you in thick pulses that leave you both trembling beneath each other. Riki groans as he feels the first hot gush of cum leak out of your used cunt, his hips jerking forward involuntarily to shove it back in. He drags his thumb through the mix of your cum that’s already leaked out, only to scoop it up to smear it across your swollen clit with rough circles. “M’gonna teach you how to suck this cock next.”
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pov: He called you late at night, so you thought it was an emergency or that he was drunk again and needed your care. But you were wrong. he was just feeling needy. so, you guys did something fun when you went to his place. it turned out to be something else entirely.
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No babygirl. I'm so horny right now...his hand caresses your cheek softly can we have sex? pleaseeee? *he looks at you with pleading eyes* please? he grabs your waist pulling you closer
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could you pleasseee write something for the trend “but does he know you call me when he sleeps”
PAIRING ➩ heeseung x reader (jake x reader are together initially)
WC ➩ 8k
WARNINGS ➩ jake is a terrible boyfriend and reader cheats on him with heeseung. smut… like really smut (popping my full smut cherry)
AUTHORS NOTE ➩ um i don’t usually write fluffy stuff especially sexually so sorry if it’s terrible i wrote this from 6am to 10am randomly and it’s not proofread… here’s the song from the trend if you’re curious
The party was crammed and sweaty, evident by the way your dress was sticking to your back as you tried to navigate your way through the crowd of people and get to the kitchen.
When you eventually made it there your gaze immediately went to your boyfriend Jake, he was standing laughing with a few of his friends you recognized from picking him up from football practice. You’d seen them on the field a few times, having called out mocking comments every once in a while as you dragged him away from the bleachers.
You were sliding in next to him and he wasn’t sparing you a glance, too caught up in his conversation to realize his girlfriend had arrived and was looking noticeably flustered.
Despite him not paying any attention to you, somebody was and you flushed as you awkwardly looked away from the deep stare one of Jake’s friends was giving you. He wasn’t on the team but you knew him more than the others, being your boyfriends best friend over everybody else.
You wrapped your hand around Jake’s arm and leaned into him, finally getting his attention as he shot you a quick glance and raised a dismissive eyebrow before continuing on talking to the others.
Your throat burned like you were about to cry but you ignored it, not wanting to cause a scene or embarrass yourself in front of the unrelenting eyes of teenage boys. Shifting uncomfortably, you waited for him to finish as you willed the anxiety to go away.
It was Jake’s idea to attend the party in the first place despite you telling him you weren’t feeling up to it this weekend. You were stressed from exams and work, not to mention your stomach had been upset for days and you felt disgusting as you squeezed into a tight dress and heels to appease him.
Jake hadn’t always been a bad boyfriend, in fact when you had started dating at the beginning of high school he was an absolute angel in human form.
You loved him more than anything but you couldn’t deny the changes in his personality as years went on and his social circle changed. He was less focused on you and your relationship, harsher when you fought and even more dismissive towards his parents and random store workers you’d encounter out on dates, leaving you to usher apologies and follow your boyfriend out of restaurants and stores.
Heeseung, your boyfriends best friend who was currently sipping out of his red cup and watching you with low eyes, had been Jake’s friend before you met him even and sometimes you wondered if he ever felt the same way you did.
At times you wanted to ask the older boy, question him on if he was upset Jake had gotten new ruder friends and started to leave the two of you behind, demand to know if you were being dramatic or if your feelings were justified.
You never did however in fear of it getting back to Jake and upsetting him, plus the fact you rarely spoke to Heeseung lately outside of group hangouts and casual greetings.
20 minutes had passed now in the kitchen, making it two hours over the time Jake had assured you he’d have you home. You were fidgeting against his side constantly and he turned to glare at you, momentarily stopping in his rants and conversation.
“Go wait in the car.” He was muttering and handing you the keys without another word. You stood frozen in shock for a few seconds before tears of embarrassment welled up and you were turning and rushing out of the kitchen.
You felt completely humiliated considering the fact he had practically talked to you like a dog in front of his friends who already didn’t respect you, seeing you as a nagging girlfriend who took up too much of their friends precious time. You weren’t out of the house yet, barely passing through the living room, when a hand was grabbing your arm and spinning you around.
You yelped softly as you were pulled into a dimly lit hallway and you felt your back bit the wall behind you, glancing up to see who had tugged you away from your exit.
Your eyes were widening as you realized it was Heeseung, standing oddly close to you as he peered down with hooded eyes. Jake was taller than you but Heeseung even towered over him, making your height difference almost comical. You shifted against the wall awkwardly and looked up at him through your eyelashes.
“You’re leaving?” He was speaking in a hushed tone, voice low and slow as he watched you. He wasn’t pinning you against the wall fully but you’d have to scoot past him if you wanted to leave, almost toe to toe with the taller boy.
“I mean… you heard what he said.” You were flushing again, still embarrassed at how dismissive Jake had spoken to you. You shook your head and looked down at the floor instead of saying anything else.
Heeseung was reaching a hand up and touching your face softly, a soft gasp coming from your lips at the feeling of his fingers on your chin as he slowly brought your head back up to look at him again. You’d never touched him before outside of small side hugs of greetings or brief contact when passing him something.
Your eyes were shooting back towards the party with panic, worried what somebody would think if they saw you and your boyfriends best friend only inches away with his hand holding your face like you were something delicate and precious.
“He’ll be busy for a while.” Heeseung’s voice was somehow lower than it had been the first time he spoke as he halfway guessed what you were thinking, turning your head to the side softly.
“What are you doing?” You were breathing out the words in confusion, peering up at him with wide eyes as his thumb moved softly on your skin. He seemed unaffected by his own strange actions but you didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched every time you spoke to him in such a soft voice.
He was leaning towards you more and you pressed against the wall harder, if that was even possible. You could feel his hip bumping you now and his forehead was coming down to rest against yours, swallowing heavily at how close he was getting.
“Heeseung.” You were whispering, head spinning from the range of emotions you’d been put through in such a short time.
His eyes were squeezing shut as you said his name, a slightly pained look on his face as he pulled back and shook his head. You took in a deep breath now that he wasn’t touching you anymore but he was still closer to you than he’d ever been and you felt flips of nervousness underneath all the confusion.
“Let me drive you home.” He was saying eventually once he regained his composure and you raised an eyebrow. “More guys from the team showed up, you’ll just be sitting in the car.”
“Won’t that look weird? If I leave with you?” You were whispering back to him and he sucked in a slightly frustrated breath, wanting to help you out of your shitty situation.
Heeseung stayed silent for a second and you felt guilty for not immediately accepting his kind offer but you couldn’t help but think about how your boyfriend would react to the inevitable whisper that would get back to him, announcing you’d left the part with his best friend.
For a half a second you wondered if he’d care at all, not the same protective and caring boyfriend he had been a few years ago. Maybe he would be relieved that you weren’t his problem for the night anymore and he got to stay out as long as he pleased.
You were just about to accept Heeseung’s offer, the thought of the second scenario making your stomach turn more with desperation to leave, but he was suddenly stepping away from you completely and nodding his head.
He didn’t say anything else, not looking upset at you despite giving you a long stare that was full of guilt and something else you couldn’t quite place at the time. You watched him as he returned back to the party, sliding down the wall and sinking to the floor once he was turning the corner and out of sight.
——
You’d spent the whole day at work the next Monday thinking about what had happened, confused and guilty considering you hadn’t necessarily told the boy to get away from you.
It wasn’t like you’d never considered the fact that Heeseung was attractive. You’d actually met him before Jake, sitting next to him in a club you both had joined and striking up a smile filled conversation before your now boyfriend was stumbling into the classroom and demanding that they hurry to the cafeteria.
Heeseung had given you a sorry smile and made you a promise you’d still show up to the club next week despite his early exit, a handsome smirk on his face when you nodded earnestly at the idea of seeing him again.
And you did see him again, every single week you sat next to each other and talked about everything you could think of.
At some point you’d started to hang out outside the classroom and school as a whole, and that’s where you had officially met his friend that interrupted your first ever conversation all those months ago.
Jake had immediately been infatuated with you, always trying to steal your attention from his friend and openly flirting with you in a way you’d never experienced before. You’d never had a boyfriend or such a passionate suitor and eventually you and Jake started to hang out one on one.
Only once or twice had you considered the possibility that Heeseung had liked you too, retreating when he realized how his best friend seemed to feel about you.
You considered it late in bed some nights and then you would roll over and bury your face in your pillow, guilt eating away at you considering how much you loved your boyfriend and were happy together, at least at the time.
It’d been a few years since you’d thought about Heeseung as anything other than Jake’s friend and now you were getting that sick guilty feeling again as you remembered the way he had held your chin and looked down at you with such affection.
The sick feeling stayed as you finished work and made your way back to Jake’s apartment. You stayed there more than you did at the dorms and it was sort of an unspoken arrangement that you’d come there throughout the week, feeling perfectly at home as you used your own key to unlock the front door.
You immediately froze as you crossed into the threshold and your eyes fell on the boy on the couch, lazily sprawled across it as he watched TV with an uninterested gaze.
It wasn’t a rare sight for Heeseung to be there, almost constant at this point other than weekends but considering you’d spent the entire day thinking about him, you were slightly thrown off to see him in person.
His eyes were going over to you at the sound of the door creaking open and he smirked softly at your frozen frame, knowing exactly what you were thinking as you looked at him from the doorway.
“That you babe?” Jake was calling from somewhere down the hallway and you vaguely processed the fact the shower was running in the distance. You shifted awkwardly in place and closed the door behind you.
“Is it babe?” Heeseung was speaking now in a slightly mocking tone and you flushed bright red, glaring at him and storming past him towards your boyfriends room.
You were suddenly upset at him rather than feeling guilty, understanding that as much as you were Jake’s girlfriend, he was his best friend and the one to initiate the contact with you in the first place. He didn’t say anything as you stomped down the hallway to set your stuff down and he still didn’t speak when you were returning to the living room with crossed arms and a huffy expression.
He raised an eyebrow at you and lazily reached over to grab the remote and turn the TV off.
“What the fuck was that?” You rushed out, keeping your tone low in case Jake could somehow hear you over the loud sounds of the shower and his speaker playing his usual washing up playlist.
For a second you expected Heeseung to ignore you considering how long he took to respond but then he was surprising you and standing from the couch, immediately towering over you as you lost your resolve and uncrossed your arms.
He was taking a few steps in your direction and your mouth parted in surprise at the fact he was almost as close to you as he had been the night before, this time in an even more risky place considering Jake was only a few feet away and not the type of shower for longer than necessary.
“What if I said I was drunk?” He was whispering and peering down at you, gaze heavy and dark as you looked up at him.
You thought for a second before shaking your head at him and looking down at the floor for a second as you gathered your nerves enough to speak. “You weren’t I… I could smell your breath.”
He nodded at your words, a gentle look on his face despite the intensity of his stare and you felt his hand coming again. This time it stopped on your arm, running the tips of his fingers up and down in slight trails that caused you to take a breath and shiver.
“What if I told you I hate the way he treats you.” He was still whispering but he sounded more sure of himself now and you felt your heart drop and he confirmed what his intentions were. “That it drives me crazy knowing I let him have you just for him to take it for granted.”
You were shaking your head and gasping slightly, your hands coming up to try and take his touch away from you. He stopped you and held your arms gently by your elbows, leaving you to touch his biceps as you took a step backwards.
“Don’t say that.” You were rushing out in a hissed whisper, although your face lacked any anger as you looked at him with big sad eyes. “I love him.”
“He doesn’t love you.” He was immediately countering, almost like he didn’t mean to say it and your face was crumbling. Tears welled up in your eyes and he was quickly letting go of your arms so he could cup your face as he desperately kept talking. “I’m sorry Y/N but no one else is going to tell you and I can’t do this anymore. It’s impossible to be around you.”
He was softly rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs and tilting your face up so you could look at him, leaning in closer as he watched you with a guilty expression.
It was too close and your heart was beating as it also broke at the confirmation that Jake wasn’t in love with you anymore. You had suspected it due to his behavior obviously but hearing it made you feel lightheaded, especially coming from the person he’d trust the most with that information.
Heeseung was leaning down and you could just barely feel his lips grazing over yours before you were pushing him away, snapping out of it and touching your mouth in panic with wide eyes. He stumbled back a few feet and looked at you with a hurt expression but nodded softly and didn’t try to approach you again.
The timing was in your favor considering only a few seconds later the shower was turning off and Jake was stepping out into the hallway with a towel around his waist, eyeing the two of you standing in the center of the room weirdly before asking why the TV had been turned off.
——
The following weekend you officially declined Jake’s offer to attend another party. You almost always did despite never wanting to and he tried to convince you like he did every single time, normally getting you to consign after a few pleads.
He seemed particularly agitated when you put your foot down and told him that under no circumstances would you be going and you hoped he’d have fun without you. He angrily responded that he would before hanging up the phone and leaving you to lay on your bed with the silence of your actions.
It’d been a week since Heeseung had almost kissed you and you’d been feeling the ghost of his touch every night since, along with the weight of what he had told you about your boyfriend.
You hadn’t mentioned it to anybody, especially not Jake but you couldn’t stop considering the possibilities of what this could mean for you. Jake liked having a girlfriend as far as you knew, somebody on his arm at parties and to appease his parents for the holidays, so you didn’t necessarily think he’d break up with you any time soon.
Maybe that’s what Heeseung had meant when he said nobody else was going to tell you and you wondered how many people knew how loveless your relationship was.
You’d been thinking yourself to death ever since the conversation happened and you were reaching your breaking point, eyes welling up with tears as your chest got tight and restricted. You shook your head and picked your phone up off your chest before you could think about it twice.
The call was picked up on the second ring and you could hear the loud sounds of music and laughter, an active party going on around the person on the other line and you immediately felt guilty for what you were about to say.
“Y/N?” Heeseung’s low voice sounded even deeper over the phone and you squeezed your eyes shut in nervousness. “You okay? Are you there?”
You didn’t say anything for a few seconds as you listened to the sound of his breathing, trying to sync yours and calm yourself down enough to be able to respond to him. You wondered if he could hear your stuttered gasp and inhales.
“Can you come over?” You eventually forced out in a tight voice, breaking into a small sob mid sentence that made his heart sink to his stomach.
At the party he was turning away from Jake so he could hear you better, watching as he laughed and leaned closer and closer to a girl that was on your rival schools cheerleading team. He was seconds from breaking them up or storming out before you had called and your boyfriend didn’t even bat an eye when he heard your name accidentally slip from his friends mouth in a worried tone.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
——
You had only lasted about 30 seconds after hanging up the phone before you were eaten alive with guilt and crying even harder.
For a second you questioned why you hadn’t even attempted to call Jake first, you knew he wouldn’t have answered you and if he did he certainly wouldn’t have left the party he’d just arrived to a few hours prior but it made you sick that you hadn’t even considered trying him before you instinctively were pressing Heeseung’s contact.
Not long after there was urgent knocks at your door, followed by softer ones immediately after that would’ve made you laugh if you weren’t so upset. You were standing and opening the door to see a flustered Heeseung standing there.
“I was worried you fell asleep.” He was explaining his secondary knock and you just nodded, scanning his outfit.
He looked nice always but you realized you liked him best when he got ready for parties. He really knew how to dress himself and it was always interesting to see him after he carefully parted his hair, showing off his newly shaven undercut.
You felt out of place considering you were wearing pajama shorts and a large T-shirt that could potentially have been Jake’s in high school although you’d been using it as a sleep shirt for so long it definitely belonged to you now.
Heeseung’s expression fell at the sight of your swollen eyes and messy dorm room and you sighed, reaching forward to pull him softly out of the hallway so you could close the door behind him and avoid somebody seeing him awkwardly outside your room in the middle of the night.
“What happened?” He was whispering and you sat on the bed softly, watching him with glossy eyes until he sat beside you and turned his body so he could face you better as you started to talk.
“I just don’t want to think about it anymore.” Your voice was breaking and you shook your head again, feeling tears collecting under your chin. “My brain won’t shut off, I don’t know what to do.”
He was shifting forward as you broke down, kissing his teeth in upset and holding your face, similarly to the way he did last week. You were meeting his gaze and sniffling as he gently wiped your tears and for a second your eyes went down to his lips before immediately bouncing back up.
He didn’t miss the action but he didn’t acknowledge it yet, letting you calm down more and clear your head before he spoke again.
“Can I help you forget?” He was whispering as he looked at you and your stomach turned at the implications, his words heavy in the tensioned air as he watched you with doe like eyes. He seemed genuinely and earnest and you felt your heart break again, this time for different reasons.
You thought about pushing him away and demanding he leaves, telling him this was a mistake and you shouldn’t have called him at all in the first place. You knew he would leave immediately and try his best to not make you feel awkward the next time you saw each other so you’re not sure why you were so hesitant to do so.
Then you thought about Jake and you thought about the fact he was at a party right now, not bothering to ask why you didn’t want to attend and instead being angry and going alone. You thought about how he wouldn’t have answered your call, how he never did and how Heeseung had answered before it barely rang and made it to your dorms within ten minutes.
He didn’t demand a reason or complain you were taking him away from his friends, interrupting his weekend or making him feel guilty for having a social life.
He came to your side despite you avoiding him the entire week and he held you as you cried about the boy he had given you up for, being too good of a friend to deny Jake when he had begged for permission to take you out on a date before Heeseung got the courage to.
You thought about all this and then you thought about how you couldn’t stand thinking for another second, leaning forward and kissing Heeseung gently before you talked yourself out of it.
He was stiffening immediately in shock and you pulled away in fear of his reaction, thinking you had somehow read the situation wrong and he wasn’t expecting that out of tonight or his offer to help you. You were parting your lips to apologize to him when he was surging forward and cutting you off.
Kissing Heeseung felt different than kissing Jake and you flushed at the fact you were kissing somebody other than your boyfriend for the first time.
Where Jake was passionless and routine, Heeseung was desperate and clingy like he had been waiting to kiss you for his entire life. His hands were still on your cheeks and he kept pulling you in deeper like he was scared you were going to disappear.
You tried to reassure him by scooting closer to him on the bed, placing a hand over his as you tilted your head and deepened the kiss. He groaned softly into your mouth and you squealed as he was suddenly pulling you forward and off the bed, landing onto his lap as you tried to catch your balance.
His mouth was on your again before you could process the fact you were straddling him now and you tried to shut off your thoughts and kiss him, shuddering slightly at the feeling of his hands on your lower back.
“Hee.” You were muttering into his mouth and he pulled back slightly to look at you, panting with swollen lips and hooded eyes. His gaze was shooting all around your face like he was trying to believe you were actually here and doing this. “Get on the bed more.”
It took him a few seconds to unfreeze but eventually he was nodding and scooting backwards with you on top of him, stopping when his back hit the headboard as he waited for you to make another move.
And you did, taking a small breath before leaning forward to kiss him again. It was messier this time and you whined softly into his mouth, feeling his tongue against yours and one of his large hands coming up to hold the back of your head and keep you pressed tightly against him and his open mouth.
He stopped kissing you briefly to trail down your chin and neck, stopping at your collarbone as he left wet and sloppily kisses on your hot skin, drinking in the way you gasp and reached forward to clutch onto his arms.
You could feel his muscles flexing under your hands as he tried to restrain himself, one of his hands still in your hair as the other softly massaged your hip bone without him even meaning to.
“So pretty.” He was grunting against your neck and a shiver ran through you at how out of breath he sounded just from kissing you, you shook your head as you felt him bite down softly on your skin.
“No marks.” You whispered in a half pant and he lifted his head up to look at you, furrowing his eyebrows like he was slightly hurt by the suggestion. You didn’t say anything for a second and just looked at him, hands tightening around his thick arms. “We can’t Heeseung.”
You saying his name made his eyes soften and he nodded his head in agreement, understanding the situation was about to get extremely complicated and he didn’t want to add to the drama that was inevitably going to happen. You looked saddened again at the reminder of your boyfriend and he frowned, surging forward again to capture you in another heavy kiss.
You hummed in appreciation and accepted it immediately, leaning into him and moving a hand up so you could feel the way his jaw tensed at the feeling of your tongue pressing against his.
It wasn’t long before he was growing impatient from all the kissing and the feeling of you hovering over him in his lap, grabbing your waist with his large hands and flipping the both of you over like it was absolutely nothing. You squealed at the sudden movement and laughed softly at his neediness, eyes squinting as you did so.
He was hovering over you on his elbows, planking as he looked down at you with a small grin.
“God you’re so beautiful.” He was breathless as he said it and you flushed. Your hair was splayed out across the pillows as you smiled and he felt his heart beat in happiness despite the way his stomach was turning in anger, anger at missing out on you for so long and anger at Jake for hurting something as sweet as you.
“Don’t think about him.” You were whispering and touching his cheek, bringing him back to the moment as his eyes softened. “I’m here with you.”
His chest filled with pride at your words and he felt a wave of possessiveness over come him at the truth in your words, the fact you were currently laying underneath him and not anybody else. He was nodding at you before kissing you again softly.
You groaned into his mouth at the feeling and shifted underneath him, liking the way he immediately lowered his body down so he was pressing you into the mattress underneath his weight but still holding himself up enough so he didn’t hurt you.
The kiss was soft for a few minutes as you got used to the new position and the feeling of him on top of you but eventually you were feeling anticipation eating away at you and your stomach was lighting up with want and desperation for him to do something, anything more. You shifted again and whined softly into his mouth causing him to lean back slightly.
He saw the look in your eyes, the way your lips parted in a slight pant and he smirked slightly before kissing your cheek.
“Please.” You were whispering out in a half gasp and his gaze darkened now, your hand coming up to bunch up a chunk of his shirt in your shaking hands. “Heeseung please.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, mesmerized by your soft voice begging for him to do something as he sat up off you slightly to pull his shirt over his head. You watched him as he did it and your stomach turned in arousal at the sight of his bare skin. You’d seen him shirtless countless times at pools or lounging around on a hot day but having him like this in this context made your body light up.
“Tell me what you need baby.” He was leaning back down to kiss you and push your hair from your face, his other hand going down to rest on your hip as he softly pushed your shirt up and rubbed at your exposed skin with his thumb. “Whatever you need, I’ll give you anything.”
You nodded at the idea of that and whined desperately, too overwhelmed to probably word what it was that you wanted from him. You shifted slightly again and rubbed a hand up his warm bare skin, slightly satisfied when he lowered himself down onto you again.
“Hee.” You gasped out at the feeling and you clenched his arm, nails digging into his skin when he was hard and fully pressed against you.
“I know baby I know.” He kissed you again finally and groaned into your open mouth. He was going crazy as you squirmed underneath him but he didn’t want to pressure you or suggest anything you’d agree with in a hazy state of lust, waiting for you to request something you knew you wanted.
You impatiently trailed a hand down towards his that was resting on your hip and you guided his upwards, gasping softly as he laid it over your ribs and could feel how hard your heart was pounding.
He watched you in curiosity for a second before softly moving it up even further, understanding from your small and desperate nod that you wanted him to take the shirt off completely. You sat up slightly so he could pull it up and off your body before flopping back against the bed and awkwardly looking at him, suddenly self conscious considering how bare you were.
“Fuck.” He was groaning out as he looked down at you, eyes transfixed on your chest as you took sharp breaths that caused your entire body to rise and fall. His large hand was moving forward and not wasting any time, aggressively groping you as he pressed his lower half harder against you.
You let out a small cry and shifted your legs so they were spread more, sitting on either side of his hips so he could be completely pressed against your core as he touched you so vulgarly.
“So fucking pretty, so sweet baby you should’ve been mine.” He was shaking his head in frustration as he spoke the weighted words, leaning down and kissing your chest softly but avoiding the sensitive places you were hoping he’d get to. “He could never deserve you, he doesn’t have the slightest idea what to do with all this.”
Despite not wanting to think about Jake or your relationship and having half the mind to tell him to stop mentioning it, you felt a wave of arousal at his possessive wording.
“What would you do if I was yours?” You rushed out and he looked up at you through his eyelashes from where he was still laying wet kisses on your body. He picked his head up slightly and shifted so he was closer to your face again, your nipples hardening up at the feeling of his bare chest pressed against his now.
“Never would’ve looked at him.” He was shaking his head as he looked down at you and you clutched his arm harder as he started to talk. “You never would’ve thought about anybody other than me babygirl I promise you, I’d have taken such good care of you.”
You were nodding and you felt slightly embarrassed by the tears springing to your eyes, the emotion immediately forgotten at your desperation and want for him to keep speaking to you.
“I know Hee, I know.” You gasped out and squeezed his arm. “Should’ve been you.”
He was pausing for a second, something you didn’t recognize passing through his face, before he was leaning down so he could kiss you again. It was slow and careful like he was trying to savor the moment again and you felt cared for due to his gentle approach.
You could feel him hard against you as he lowered himself completely again, shifting so you were pressed together even tighter and he throbbed and rocked softly forward into your core. Your legs were bending slightly so he had more access and your shorts bunched up on your thighs at the movement, almost all your skin available for him.
He took advantage of this as his large hands immediately went to your exposed legs, rubbing them up and down your warm thighs softly like he was really taking his time to explore and cherish every single inch of your body.
You felt another wave of affectionate wash over you underneath the complete desire that was dizzying your senses, understanding from his words that he had thought about this more than you had ever realized.
“I want you.” You were pleading into the kiss and he faltered for a second, big wide eyes hesitant and questioning as he waited for you to specify and confirm what he thought you were saying. “I want all of you Heeseung, please.”
He liked it when you said his name, he always had, even when it was something as simple as catching his attention because you were ordering food for everybody or calling him over in a crowd as he searched for you and Jake. He liked it most like this, he was quickly deciding, for more reasons than just how nice it sounded falling from your lips as you gasped and whined.
He liked hearing it like this because it was a direct acknowledgment that he was here with you and not Jake, not anybody else that could fulfill a meaningless rebound after you’d gotten your heart broken.
You’d chosen him this time and the way you said his name continuously, despite the fact you were slightly delirious with need and lust, kept him grounded in this fact as proof that you wanted him here.
“You want me to fuck you?” He was mumbling it as he kissed at your jaw, causing you to suck in a breath and wrap your arms around his warm back.
You were nodding repeatedly although he couldn’t see it now, mouth on your neck as you hooked your chin over his shoulder and kept making little cries as he rocked his hips against yours. You felt like you were going crazy and you wished you could gather your thoughts enough to tell him how good he was making you feel.
“I’ll fuck you like you belong to me.” He was muttering as he pulled back softly, laying your head back down before sitting up and helping you pull your shorts off. You cried out in complaint at the loss of contact but used the rest of your strength to attempt to pick your hips up and assist him.
“I do.” You whined out once he was laying back on top of you and you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss that was more so you trying to stick your tongue in his mouth as he watched you with an endeared expression. “I wanna.”
He’d thought about you like this more times than he’d ever admit, always feeling guilty every time you’d smile in his direction or peer up at him in question and his mind would immediately go to the image of you underneath him and panting for air like you were now.
He’d spent lots of nights wondering what you were like when you were being touched, wondering what you sounded like and if he could pull sounds from you that you didn’t even know you could make.
Jake would talk about you sometimes but he couldn’t find it in himself to listen despite his curiosity and fantasies, always going into a silent rage as he listened to your boyfriend talk about you like a piece of meat.
He was shushing you as you continued your mantra and repeated begs, exclamations about wanting to be his and little overwhelmed hiccups and he pressed himself against you again, this time with only his underwear separating you.
“Heeseung please.” You felt large tears rolling down your cheeks but you didn’t care, not feeling embarrassed despite your desperation showing.
“I know sweet girl, it’s okay.” His tone was gentle but the way he was rolling his hips into yours was anything but, constant slams of his clothed hard on against you as you scratched at the skin of his back. “I have to stretch you first baby.”
You were immediately shaking your head and he frowned softly, kissing underneath your eyes where your tears were collecting as you started to object his statement. “No need… just please.”
If you were in a clearer headspace you’d be saying differently considering the fact that you and Jake weren’t at the most sexually active point in your relationship and it had been a while since something had been properly inside of you, most likely needing the prep before anything.
Still, he couldn’t disagree with you upon hearing the urgency in your voice and you were thankful for that since you felt like if he wasn’t inside you in the next few minutes you’d just completely shut down.
“I’m bigger than Jake.” He was muttering as he shifted on top of you to push his boxers off. He wasn’t taking a dig at his friend intentionally, stating a fact for your own preparation but his lips quirked into a smirk when you let out a small laugh at his statement.
You whined softly at how slow he was going and he was immediately shushing you before leaning back down to kiss you, a hum of satisfaction vibrating your lips when he deepened it.
You could feel him pressing against you completely now and you shuddered, fighting the urge to break the kiss and looked down at him now that he was also completely naked with you. You didn’t want to stop kissing him however or get too overwhelmed too fast, knowing the sight of him entering you would drive you to your breaking point.
The feeling of him even slightly pushing in immediately had you stiffening up and sucking in a pained breath, understanding why he had warned you about his size just a few seconds ago.
“Shit I’m sorry.” He was groaning and shaking his head, stilling on top of you completely as he waited for you to say anything and let him know what he should do next. “I can pull out.”
You were quickly shaking your head and tightening your hold around his shoulders, happy he wasn’t complaining about the way your nails were tearing his skin. “No no don’t, it’s okay.”
“Just give me a second.” You were wincing and sucking in deep breaths, feeling slightly better when he dipped his head to kiss you softly. “Been a while.”
He was stiffening more as you said that. He knew Jake was still actively having sex considering he was his best friend and the subject to late night text of excited emojis and the thought of it being with somebody other than you made his stomach turn in disgust.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered when you felt him harden, misinterpreting his reaction as frustration for having to wait for you to get used to his size.
“What?” His attention was immediately back on you and he shook his head as he saw your saddened expression, leaning down to kiss you softly again and brush your hair from your sweaty face. “No baby not you, don’t say sorry.”
You nodded although not fully convinced and let him kiss you deeply for a few seconds, squeezing him tightly and rubbing his back a few times until you were ready for him to try and move.
When you finally gave him the go ahead he was slowly inching himself inside of you, being careful not to hurt you in any way while also gritting his teeth in an attempt to not just fully slam into you and get it over with. You were tight and wet around him and he swore under his breath and he laid his head down onto your shoulder.
Once he was fully inside you, you finally let out a breath that was immediately followed by a soft whine at how full you were, how deep he had managed to reach.
“Fuck.” He was shaking his head against your shoulder and you let out a small breathy laugh in agreement, understanding what he meant by the simple exclamation. “How are you so fucking tight?”
“Hee.” You were tapping his back and he picked his head up to look at you in question, eyebrows furrowed with a wild look in his eyes. You didn’t need to say anything, simply shifting underneath him and tightening your legs around his sides. He understood immediately and kissed you quickly before starting to move.
Your mouth was opening in a cry as he pulled out halfway before burying himself inside of you again, any pain you had felt from the stretch of him immediately being replaced with waves of pleasure and ecstasy.
You were driving him crazy with the sounds you were making and the way you were clenching around him, having half the mind to reach down and press down onto your stomach just so he could feel himself inside of you.
“Doing so good baby, my sweet girl.” His voice was raspy as he spoke the sweet words to you and your heart clenched again at his tone and words of endearment.
It didn’t completely miss you that he was treating you so gently, taking care of you in a way you hadn’t experienced in almost two years. Heeseung wasn’t just trying to fuck you, trying to help you forget your troubles and be done with it, he was making love to you.
“Feels too good.” You hiccuped out and he grunted with agreement, perfectly wrecking you as he kept fucking into you at a slow and deep pace. He was kissing you again but you were both in a haze of pleasure, mainly just breathing against each other.
You were rocking together as he fucked against you, doing almost all the work considering you were too overwhelmed to even form proper sentences. He felt perfect inside you and you were reaching your high sooner than you ever had, clutching on to him tightly as you tried to give him some warning.
He was nodding his head in understanding, feeling you get impossibly tight around him as you started to come undone with him still inside of you. For a second he was panicked thinking about your lack of protection before remembering that fact you were on birth control, having packed it as he watched when you went camping earlier this year.
He hoped you weren’t worrying about it either as he reached his finish seconds after you, wanting to assure you that he was clean and hadn’t been with anybody since he had met you.
Deciding against it, knowing it might just be too much for you to handle right now, he instead opted for rolling over slightly and pulling you with him so you were resting against his chest. He kissed you softly and rubbed your back like you had been doing to his the entire time you were touching.
You weren’t saying anything and he was suddenly worried that you would regret this as you left your sex driven haze.
“Y/N.” He was murmuring, trying not to spook you and you shifted your gaze so you could look him in the eyes hesitantly. “Are you okay?”
You were nodding but it obviously wasn’t the truth considering you immediately winced and laid back down on his chest, finding it easier to speak when he wasn’t watching you. “I know I shouldn’t be with him… but it still doesn’t make this right.”
Your words hung heavy in the air as you both fell into an uncomfortable silence, not expecting to talk about your current situation only a few seconds after you finished having sex with him. He felt slightly hurt by your statement but he also knew he should’ve expected such a talk and for you to feel guilty about being with him.
“It isn’t right but neither is the way he treats you. Plus, you know I won’t tell him if you don’t want me to.” He added the second part despite the crack he felt in his chest, knowing their was a chance you’d go back to Jake and let this remain your little secret.
“You have to tell him.” You were countering and the way your face vibrating when you spoke caused a tickle on his skin. “We have to.”
You said the words like they meant something important, picking up your head to look at his reaction even, but he wasn’t quite sure what you were insinuating, tilting his head as he stared at you and waited for you to explain what you wanted him to understand more clearly.
“We can tell him together.” You furthered your words and his stomach flipped with nerves. “Tell him about us.”
You stressed the word so there wasn’t any room for further confusion, clearly implying that you were seeking the same thing he was and you were open to trying things out with him after you officially ended things with Jake and convinced to him what you’d done.
He was breaking out into a wild smile and nodding his head in agreement, not even caring about the consequences of telling your boyfriend and his best friend, no doubt losing that connection. He’d seen it coming for a while now and as much as it saddened him to watch his friend mold into somebody unrecognizable, it was becoming unhealthy to stay his friends and enable his behavior.
You looked nervous at his lack of verbal response but you felt better when he pulled you back down into a kiss.
“Alright listen up ladies we’ll be starting the show very soon and we’ll be doing one last check on your outfits because we don’t want any wardrobe malfunctions to happen throughout this show! Good luck for tonight ladies!” The staff yell backstage as you took one last look at yourself in the mirror wearing an black ultra-thin transparent embroidered lace bra set along with some matching panties exposing your ass. You took a deep breath as you felt the adrenaline rushed through your veins. Hands trembling, cold sweat beaded out of your head, you just felt so much mixed emotions and the fact that your boyfriend Heeseung didn’t know that you’re re-participating a fucking fashion show, you just told him that you’ll be out with your friends and that’s it.
You were an ex Victoria secret’s model and when you started dating Heeseung, he told you to quit cause he doesn’t like the idea that you’re job is to cat walk on stage literally half naked in-front of god knows how many people, if Heeseung finds out about this (which he probably would) he’d slap the shit out of you. You decided to contact the company again and they immediately accepted and agreed for you to take part in this show because they miss having you as their model and all the audience will definitely be shocked by your sudden comeback.
You couldn’t handle all the abusive, manipulative, and hurtful shit you have to go through with Heeseung and you needed to get Heeseung off your mind for this night and so that is why you decided to spontaneously take part on this show.
The lights dimmed and the audience hushed in anticipation. The music began to play and the first runner up model appeared. You’re so blessed that you would be the last to walk on stage so you have time to cover up some bruises that Heeseung implanted on you with makeup.
20 minutes have passed and it was finally your turn to walk, the stylist fixing your hair and makeup for the last time and navigated you to the back of the curtain behind the stage. “Good luck y/n, you got this” the staff whispered tapping your exposed back with a gentle smile on his face. You left him a smile and took on last deep breath while one of the model did her last ending pose and walked back behind the curtains of where you’re standing.
As you walked towards the center of the stage to do your starting pose, the audience erupted with cheers, shocks, and every eye of the audience was glued to you, and as the music changed tempo, it seemed to take on a more seductive tone and the atmosphere seems to be more heated with every men attendees looking at your curves and probably eye fucking you. You walked through the stage with full confidence and with Heeseung to be nowhere found in your mind. You felt assertive empowering to show off your body in front of everyone, and to feel the admiration and adoration of the crowd. You did your last ending pose before walking backstage again and you could hear more of the crowd cheering and hyping you up. You felt proud again. You’ve always missed this feeling. You really miss this job.
The show has ended, walking behind the narrow area backstage towards your makeup room with ever staff around you praising you for stage presence and your outfit, exclaiming how much they missed you and all those. You sat down on your seat, staring at yourself with a proud smile and taking a shot of vodka. You took your phone out from your bag and checked your phone filling up with dozens of notifications and missed calls.
You scrolled through the media seeing your recent walk way pictures being fast published. 100+ messages 58 missed calls all from Heeseung. You know he’s mad but this has always been a job that you loved and you missed all the memories you’ve made with everyone here.
“Hey, y/n may I come in?”. A man’s voice coming out from your door as you took another shot and covering some exposed parts of your body a bit before opening the door. “Oh hey Jake!” You smiled happily welcoming him into your room. “I’m so glad your back y/n, and you look beautiful as ever”. Jake spoke while eyeing you from head to toe. You smiled and nod while you snaked your hands from his chest up to the back of neck. You gave him a seductive gaze from his eyes to lips as he does the same as well and quickly pulled you in for a deep kiss.
You got pushed backwards as you felt your ass hitting your desk whilst you were still making out with Jake. Your phone starts vibrating and you checked to see who it was and ofcourse it has to be Heeseung. “You’re still with that dipshit?” Jake scoffed while rolling his eyes. You smiled and said threw your phone across the room then placing you hands back on Jake’s neck. “Sorry I didn’t believe you when you said he’d make a bad boyfriend. I should have just chose you as my boyfriend, but anyways I’ve had enough with him so please make me forget about him by touching me and fucking hard Jake” you spoke sensationally and slightly moaned his name from your sentence.
Jake smirked at your comment while he unbutton an oversized white long sleeve tee, slowing exposing the black lace lingerie you wore earlier for the show. His eyes plastered to your breast and caressing the slowly and gently leaving a moan of satisfaction from you. He kissed you again, deeper this time as your tongue fighting for dominance with his and you felt your body melt into his sending you pulsing waves of pleasure through you.
You wanted him, wanted to feel him inside you. You moaned as he moved his hand between my legs, finding the source of your pleasure. His touch was gentle yet firm, and you gasped as he teased and tantalized you. You wanted more, and you begged him to fuck you on this desk. He turned you around, so you’re facing the mirror then gave you a hard spank. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and boxers, stroking himself before entering you. He tore your panties apart with his fingers and you felt him immediately entering you from behind making you scream from his size.
The sensation was overwhelming, and you cried out as he kept thrusting faster each second until you’ve reached your peak. He followed soon after and pulled out painting your ass with white stripes as he collected his cum in his hands from your ass and brought it to your mouth to give you a taste.
“Fuck y/n, i’m gonna miss your pussy a lot” Jake spoke while he’s still catching his breath. You turned around and looked at him as you whispered “who says you’re not gonna fuck me again?”.
