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A Lil face sneak peak???
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SIMP SIM ~đąs.jyËËđąÖŽà»â
> Just loser jake being a certified dumbass for his stupidly hot gf!
> bf!ìŹìŹì€ Ă f!readerË àŁȘ . đŠź àż âĄ Ë .
>smut, pwop, p in v,subby loser jake, he gets nervous and starts yapping about random dog facts or soccer stats, kinda pathetic but hot, oral (m), jakeâs a simp deluxe edition
>A/N:back to my roots,loser enha, MDNI
Who would've thought you'll end up with him .Like, Jake Sim? That Jake? The guy who still says âdeeznutsâ unironically when he tries to joke around, who trips over his own feet in the cafeteria because heâs too busy staring at his phone watching compilations of golden retrievers, who once spent twenty minutes explaining to you why pineapple on pizza is elite while you were literally trying to make out with him.
And yet here you are, in his tiny off campus apartment that smells like vanilla air freshener and boy sweat, straddling his lap while he looks up at you like you hung the damn moon.
His hands are on your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh like heâs scared youâll disappear if he lets go. Heâs already flushed, cheeks pink, lips parted, messy brown hair sticking to his forehead. Pathetic in the best way.
âBaby⊠you sure you wanna do this?â he mumbles, voice cracking a little. âI mean I just got done with practice and I probably smell like grass and..â
You shut him up by grinding down on him slowly, feeling how hard he already is under those gray gym shorts. He lets out this broken little whimper that goes straight to your core.
âJake.â
âYeah?â
âShut up.â
âOkay,â he breathes, nodding fast like the eager dumbass he is.
You lean in to kiss him, messy and wet, tongue sliding against his. He tastes like the strawberry milk he chugged earlier. His hands slide up under your hoodie,his hoodie actually, the one you stole last week,palming at your bare skin like heâs trying to memorize every inch.
Heâs always like this. Overwhelmed. Grateful. A little stupid.
You pull back just enough to tug the hoodie off, letting your hair fall around your shoulders. Jakeâs eyes go wide, pupils blown. He stares at your tits like heâs never seen them before even though heâs literally sucked marks into them two nights ago.
âFuck⊠youâre so hot itâs unfair,â he whines, leaning forward to bury his face between them, kissing and licking like a man starved. âHow are you real? Like scientifically? Your bodyâs insane, I swear I could study you for a whole semester and still fail the test because Iâd be too distracted.â
You laugh, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging his head back. âYouâre rambling again, puppy.â
His ears go red at the nickname. He loves that shit.
âSorry, sorry..I just...youâre sitting on my dick right now and I canât think straight.â
You roll your hips again, dragging your clothed pussy over his hard on. Jakeâs head falls back against the couch, mouth open, eyes fluttering. So fucking pretty when heâs losing it.
You slide off his lap and kneel between his legs, tugging his shorts down just enough to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach,pretty pink tip flushed and leaking. Jake makes this embarrassed noise, covering his face with both hands.
âDonât hide,â you coo, wrapping your fingers around him. âLet me see that face.â
He peeks through his fingers, biting his lip hard when you lean in and lick a stripe up the underside. His thighs tense.
âShit baby, your mouth like i.. it's insane, I really donât...â
You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and Jakeâs rambling turns into pure gibberish.
âand like, did you know golden retrievers can learn over 200 commands? Not that fuck not that itâs relevant right now but youâre just so good at this and my brain is meltingâ
You hum around him, swirling your tongue, and his tip,his hips twitch up involuntarily. You pin them down with one hand, working him with the other while you suck. His moans are so pretty breathy and desperate, little curses mixed with your name like a prayer.
You pull off with a wet pop right before he can finish, ignoring his pathetic whine.
âNot yet. I want you inside me.â
Jake nods so fast youâre scared heâll get whiplash. You stand up, shimmying out of your shorts and panties, and climb back on top. Heâs staring like youâre a goddess.
You line him up and sink down slowly, both of you groaning at the stretch. Heâs thick, and the way he fills you always makes your toes curl. When you bottom out, Jakeâs hands fly to your waist, gripping hard enough to leave marks.
âOh my god⊠youâre so warm and tight and i..Iâm gonna die. This is how I die. Death by pussy. Tell my mom I loved her..â
You start moving, riding him deep and slow, grinding your clit against his pelvis every time you drop down. Jakeâs head is thrown back, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack. He looks drunk on you.
You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and bounce faster. The wet sounds fill the room obscene and filthy. Jakeâs trying so hard not to cum too quick, you can tell by the way his abs are clenching and heâs biting the inside of his cheek.
âJake,â you pant, âlook at me.â
He does, eyes glassy. âYouâre so fucking hot I canât ..I donât know how I pulled you. Everyone at practice keeps asking and I just shrug like âidk bro sheâs out of my leagueâ and they think Iâm joking but Iâm not..â
You clench around him on purpose and he chokes on his words, hips snapping up to meet yours.
âHarder,â you demand.
He flips you suddenly surprising strength from all that soccer pinning you under him on the couch. His hoodie is still half on, sleeves pushed up, sweat dripping down his neck. He looks feral in the softest way.
Jake hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and dives in deep, pace turning sloppy and desperate. Every thrust punches little moans out of you. Heâs hitting that spot perfectly, over and over.
âYou feel so good fuck, I love you like this. All pretty and taking my dick like you were made for it,â he babbles, voice hoarse. âIâd do anything for you. Buy you anything. Learn how to cook actual food instead of instant ramen. Iâd even stop saying rizz if you told me to okay maybe not that one but..â
You laugh breathlessly and pull him down into a kiss, messy and desperate. His hips stutter, losing rhythm as he gets close.
âCum inside me, Jake.â
His eyes roll back. âShit yeah? You want that? Want me to fill you up like a loser who doesnât deserve it?â
You nod, nails digging into his back.
He buries his face in your neck and fucks you harder, chasing it. A few more messy thrusts and heâs gone groaning your name as he spills deep inside you, hips twitching through it. The feeling pushes you over the edge too, clenching around him as you cum with a sharp cry.
For a minute itâs just heavy breathing and the sound of the cheap AC unit rattling.
Jake doesnât pull out right away. He just stays there, softening inside you, pressing lazy kisses to your collarbone.
âYouâre gonna kill me one day,â he mumbles against your skin. âDeath by hot girlfriend. Legendary way to go.â
You run your fingers through his damp hair, smiling. âMy dumb pup.â he agrees happily, nuzzling closer.
Heâs quiet for like⊠thirty whole seconds a new record before he starts again.
âHey, random question did you know thatâ
âJake.â
âYeah?â
âRound two in five minutes. Save the dog facts.â
He grins against your neck, already half hard again. âI must've saved homeless kids in my previous life or I'm gods fav.â
©hoonalt
EULOGY ~ŰàŒËđąìŹìŹì€
Pairing: jake x f!reader
Content: smut,p in v, unprotected sex,jake calls reader baby,idk
Wc: 1.3k
A/n: this anon reqᄏᩀ
Jake had been desperate lately and right now he had you spread open on the bed before either of you said much. Your legs were already trembling from the way heâd been looking at you. He knelt between your thighs, one hand pinning your hip down while the other traced lazy circles over your clit with two slick fingers.
âAlready so wet for me,â he murmured, voice low and warm. âThatâs my girl.â
He pushed two fingers inside you without warning, curling them deep.Stretch so good he had you arching , a breathy moan slipping out. Jakeâs other hand slid up your stomach to your tits, cupping one fully, thumb brushing the stiff peak before he pinched it lightly. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, tugging just enough to make your cunt clench around the digits fucking into you.
âLook at these pretty tits,â he said, leaning down to suck one into his mouth. His tongue swirled, teeth grazing, while his fingers pumped faster, curling against that spot that made your thighs shake. Wet sounds filled the roomâhis fingers plunging in and out of your soaked pussy, his mouth loud on your breast.
He added a third finger, stretching you wider. âFuck, you take it so well. So greedy for me.â
Your first orgasm hit fast. It crashed through you, walls pulsing hard around his fingers. Jake didnât stop, kept stroking that spot until you were whining, hips jerking. Only when you started to come down did he slow, easing his fingers out. He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while watching you.
He kissed your lips first slow, deep, tasting you on his tongue then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. âGood girl. Thatâs one.â
You were still panting when he pulled you on top of him. He was naked now, cock hard and flushed against his stomach. He gripped your hips and guided you down until just the head of his cock nudged your entrance. Then he sank you onto him in one smooth glide, burying himself to the hilt.
âShitââ he groaned, head tipping back. âSo fucking warm. Stay right there, baby. Let me feel you.â
He held you flush against him, arms wrapped around your back, cock throbbing deep inside your cunt. Neither of you moved.The fullness of him stretching you, your walls fluttering around every inch. His hands roamed up to your tits again, kneading them, thumbs flicking your sensitive nipples. He pinched and rolled them until you were whimpering, shifting restlessly on his cock.
âBe good and stay still,â he whispered against your neck, but his mouth found your tits againâsucking hard, leaving faint marks around your nipples. Every tug sent sparks straight to your clit. You clenched around him involuntarily and he hissed, hips twitching once before he controlled himself.
Minutes passed like that. You full of him. Roaming his hand around your chest. The ache of needing more slowly driving you insane.
When you finally couldnât take it anymore you started rolling your hips. Jake let you, hands sliding down to grip your ass, guiding you.
âThatâs it. Ride me, baby. Use my cock.â
You braced your hands on his chest and moved slow at first, then deeper, grinding down so his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. Jakeâs eyes stayed on your tits as they bounced, one hand returning to play with them, pinching your nipples in time with your rhythm.
âFuck, you look so good like this. Tits in my face, pussy creaming all over me.â His praise was breathy. âKeep going. Just like that.â
You rode him harder, thighs burning, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. The pressure built fast. Jake sat up slightly, mouth latching onto your nipple again, sucking hard while you fucked yourself on his cock.
Your second orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, clenching violently around him. Jake kissed your lips through it, swallowing every moan, then pulled back to press his mouth to your forehead, holding you down on his cock while you shook.
âTwo,â he whispered against your skin. âYouâre doing so well for me.â
He didnât let you come down fully. He flipped you onto your back, hooked your legs over his arms, and drove back in deep. The new angle made you see stars. He fucked you with steady, slow strokes, one hand still on your tit, squeezing and tugging your nipple.
But he wanted more.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and clenching. His fingers replaced his cock three again, fucking into you fast and rough while his thumb rubbed your swollen clit.
âCome on, baby. Give me another one.â
You came hard on his fingers, back arching off the bed, a broken moan tearing from your throat. Jake leaned over you, kissing your lips, then your forehead again, murmuring praise between each kiss.
âSuch a perfect fucking pussy.â
He slid back inside you before the aftershocks faded. This time he pulled you on top again, but facing away from him. His hands immediately found your tits from behind, groping them roughly as you sank down on his cock.
âRide me again. Want to feel you fall apart while I play with these babies.â
You bounced on him, his cock hitting deep every time you slammed down. His fingers still playing with your breasts, rolling, tugging your nipples until they were swollen and aching.
Jakeâs voice was wrecked. âThatâs my girl. Fucking yourself so good on my cock. Your tits feel so perfect in my hands baby,they fit so well."
You ground down hard, chasing it. Wet heat gushed over his cock and thighs, soaking the sheets. Your whole body convulsed, cunt spasming wildly around him.
Jake groaned loud, holding you down on his cock through every pulse. He kissed the side of your neck, then turned your head to claim your lips. When you were still trembling he pressed another kiss to your forehead.
âFuck god baby, you squirted so pretty for me.â
âThink you can give me one more?â he asked against your ear, voice soft but hungry. âWant to feel you come around me while Iâm buried inside you.â
His fingers found your clit, rubbing slow circles while he thrust. The overstimulation blurred into pleasure again. Your tits bounced with every push.
You came a fifth time, weaker but longer, a full-body shudder that left you limp. Jake kissed your lips through the peak, then your forehead, holding you close as you pulsed around his cock.Jake thought this was his heaven.
For a long while afterward he stayed inside you, soft and spent. His arms stayed wrapped around you, one hand gently cupping your breast, thumb brushing your nipple in absent, soothing strokes. He kept pressing lazy kisses to your forehead and lips, murmuring how perfect you were, how well you took him, how warm and wet you still felt around his cock.
©hoonalt
hii! may i request a Jake x female reader smut inspired by One More Night by Maroon 5?
i'd love for the story to capture the song's themes of longing, temptation, and the struggle of being unable to stay away from someone despite knowing the relationship isn't good for u
thank u in advance^^
Ofc,I'll try but I'm flopping sb rnâźâ (â .â  â ââ  â áŽâ  â ââ .â )â â

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đąummer taps mic ⊠hello is this thing on... iâm sorry for being so awol my sweeties iâm in the fucking trenches. i decided to post this separately instead of including it in chapter 16 hehe i got carried away pouring my despair into writing over the past 5 months (crazy sentence) so here is a cumulation of my babies before their downfall + bits of reader's diary :3 i love you all so much. thank you for being here
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Pairing: ë°ìą ì± x f|reader
Content: smut,pwop,established relationship, slight aftercare,soft jayĘ Ëâ
The rain hits the tall windows in heavy sheets, turning the city view into a soft watercolor blur. Youâre sitting at the vanity in Jayâs bedroom technically your shared space now, even if you still get shy about calling it that. Fresh set of acrylics drying: glossy baby pink with delicate white bows on each ring finger. The lamp casts a warm glow, your favorite playlist humming low through the speakers.
Youâre focused, lip caught between your teeth as you swipe on another layer of gloss in the mirror. The new Dior one Jay got you yesterday sticky-sweet, tinted pink. You donât hear him come in until his reflection appears behind you.
Heâs fresh out of the shower, hair damp and messy. Water droplets slide down his chest. Your eyes flick to him in the mirror and you feel that familiar flutter in your stomach equal parts want and that shy little freeze you can never quite shake.
âHi,â you whisper, voice soft like always. You twist the gloss shut, suddenly hyperaware of how short your pink babydoll is riding up.
Jay doesnât answer right away. He just watches you, eyes warm . Then he steps closer, hands settling on your shoulders, thumbs pressing gently into the muscle there.
âYouâve been in here playing dressup for an hour,â he murmurs, leaning down so his lips brush your ear. âCute.â
âI wasnât playing,â you mumble,âJust⊠trying stuff. The rain made me bored.â
He smiles against your neck. One hand slides down your arm, fingers tracing the soft skin until they reach your hand. He lifts it, inspecting the fresh nails and kissing your knuckles. âThese are so pretty baby."
Jay turns the stool slowly so youâre facing him. The towel he's wearing is barely holding on. He cups your jaw, tilting your face up, and kissing you Slow and Deep. Tongue sliding against yours. You taste the mint from his toothpaste and something thatâs just him.
When he pulls back, your gloss is smudged on his mouth. He doesnât wipe it off.
âBaby,want you so bad now,â he says quietly.
You stand, legs a little unsteady. He gets behind you and peels your babydoll off first, then hooks his fingers in your lacy pink panties tugging them down. You step out, suddenly naked under the warm lamplight while heâs still in that towel. The shyness hits hard, you cross your arms over your chest instinctively.
Jay catches your wrists gently. âbaby you're hiding from me now?â
He lifts you onto the vanity like you weigh nothing. The cool marble edge presses against the backs of your thighs. Makeup brushes and palettes get pushed aside with a soft clatter. He drops to his knees right there on the carpet, spreading your legs with warm hands.
The first lick is slow, deliberate flat tongue dragging up your already slick pussy. You gasp, fingers flying to his damp hair. He does it again, then focuses on your clit with tight, perfect circles while two fingers slide inside you easily. The wet sounds mix with the rain. Your breathy little whimpers fill the room as he works you open, curling those fingers just right, sucking gently on your clit until your legs start shaking around his shoulders.
âJay....mmhâ It comes out high and needy. You tug his hair without thinking and he groans against you, the vibration pushing you closer.
He doesnât rush. He eats you out like he loves doing it messy and focused, free hand gripping your thigh to keep you open. When you come, itâs with a soft broken moan, back arching, nails digging into his scalp. He keeps licking you through it until youâre twitching and pushing at him weakly.
He stands, towel finally gone. His cock is hard and flushed, heavy against his stomach. You reach for it, wrapping manicured fingers around him, stroking shyly at first. Jayâs breath hitches. He leans in, kissing you deep so you can taste yourself, then rests his forehead on yours.
âWant you,â you whisper against his mouth. âPlease.â
He doesnât make you beg more. He lines up and pushes in slow, stretching you open inch by inch until heâs buried deep. Both of you exhale shakily. For a second he just stays there, hands on your hips, breathing with you while the rain pours outside.
Then he starts moving deep, rolling thrusts that grind against your clit every time. The vanity mirror fogs slightly behind you. Your anklet the gold one with the moon charm he gave you tinkles softly with every push. You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, glossy lips parted on little gasps and moans.
He fucks you harder, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb teasing your nipple. The other grips your ass, pulling you into each thrust. Your fresh nails rake down his back not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to leave faint pink lines heâll feel tomorrow.
âLook at me,â he says, voice rough.
You do. Eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lip gloss long ruined. He kisses you again, messy, hips snapping faster. The angle is perfect hitting that spot inside you over and over until youâre clenching around him, coming again with a soft cry muffled against his shoulder.
Jay follows right after, burying himself deep with a low groan, pulsing inside you as he fills you up. He stays there, forehead pressed to yours, catching his breath. The rain keeps falling.
After a minute he pulls out carefully, cum already starting to drip down your thigh. He grabs a warm cloth from the bathroom, cleans you gently, then carries you to the bed like itâs the most natural thing. You curl into his chest, shy again now that the heat is fading, tracing little patterns on his skin with your pretty nails.
âYou always get so quiet after,â he says softly, fingers combing through your hair. âStill shy with me?â
You nod into his neck, hiding a small smile.
He tightens his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You fall asleep to the rain and the steady beat of his heart, legs tangled, his hand resting on your bare hip under the covers. Tomorrow heâll probably take you shopping again just to watch you try things on. Tonight the city is washed clean outside, and inside itâs just warm skin, soft breaths, and the quiet kind of love that doesnât need big words.
©hoonalt
sorryâ±~ p.sh
Pairing: ë°ì±í x f!readerËËđąÖŽà»â Genre: Smut, established power dynamics
You knew you were screwed the second you stepped into the student body presidentâs office without knocking, that tiny plaid skirt barely covering anything as you closed the door behind you.
Sunghoon was already seated behind the big dark wood desk, Crisp white button-up that covered his broad chest,sleeves rolled up to expose those veiny forearms, black tie loosened . His sharp, ice-cold eyes lifted from the papers he was reviewing, jaw clenching the moment they landed on you. He's pissed you're definitely fucked this is the third time this month.
âLock the door,â he ordered, voice flat.
You clicked the lock and turned around, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, blinking up at him with that empty headed little smile everyone on campus knew too well. âYou wanted to see me, sunghoon?â
He leaned back in his chair, spinning a pen between long fingers while his gaze dragged slowly down your body. âDress code violation. Again. That skirt is practically a belt. Topâs so tight your tits are basically spilling out. Heels high,You really canât help yourself, can you?this is the third time this month.â
Your thighs pressed together as heat pooled low in your stomach,you tried to play it off your own way. âItâs hot outside today⊠and I thought you might it.â
Sunghoon let out a cold, humorless laugh and stood up, all six feet of lean muscle. âYou thought Iâd like it? So youâre the campus slut for a reason, huh? Walking around like this, bending over in hallways, letting everyone stare. People talk. They say youâre sucking dick between classes just to get attention.â
He stopped right in front of you, grabbing your chin roughly, forcing your head up so you had to meet his eyes. His thumb smeared your shiny pink gloss across your lower lip. âLying to my face now? Thatâs another violation. You break rules because youâre a desperate little whore who needs attention.breaking rules to get my attention huh,say it slut what you want.â
ây...yeah⊠I broke them on purpose,â you whispered, voice breathy. âWanted your attention, Sunghoon. Wanted you to punish me.â
His grip tightened, a mean smirk pulling at his lips. âAt least you admit youâre a whore. Good girl.â
He spun you around fast, shoving you toward the desk slapping your right asscheek hard. âHands flat. Ass out. Donât move yeah?.â
You planted your palms on the cool wood, arching your back so your ass pushed out under the tiny skirt. Sunghoon took his time, flipping the fabric up and admiring the lacy pink panties youâd chosen for the day.
âAlready soaked through like a pathetic slut.â His palm cracked hard across your ass again sharp, stinging. Once, twice, three times, each slap harder than the last. âThis is what happens when greedy campus whores canât follow simple rules.â
You whimpered, knees shaking, but pushed back for more. He hooked two fingers into the lace, tugging your panties aside roughly. Without warning, he shoved two long fingers deep into your dripping pussy, curling them meanly against that spot that made your eyes roll.
âSo fucking wet already. This messy cunt stays ready for me, doesnât it?â He pumped his fingers slow and deep, scissoring you open while his thumb teased your clit just enough to drive you crazy. âBegging to be ruined in my office because youâre too much of a whore to behave.â
âSunghoonâpleaseââ
He slapped your ass again. âTry again.â
âhoon⊠please. I need you.â
He pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty and whining, then spun you to face him. âOn your knees. Youâre gonna apologize with that slutty mouth first.â
You dropped instantly, the carpet rough against your skin. Sunghoon unzipped, pulling out his thick, veiny cock already rock hard, flushed dark at the tip and leaking precum. He tapped it against your cheek, smearing the wetness across your pretty face.
âYouâre way too good at this. Thatâs your only real talent, isnât it? Campus whore with a throat that wonât quit.â He gripped your hair tight, guiding you forward. âMake it sloppy. Show me why everyone wants a turn with you.â
You started teasing kissing the tip softly, licking a slow, wet stripe up the underside while looking up at him with big, glassy doe eyes. But Sunghoon wasnât in the mood for games. He shoved forward, burying himself deep in one thrust until your nose pressed against his pelvis and your throat convulsed around him.
âFuck yes. Just like that.â His hips snapped, fucking your face with zero mercy. Spit instantly poured from the corners of your mouth, dripping messily down your chin onto your tits. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard, tongue swirling and pressing flat against every throbbing vein as he pulled back. One hand gently rolled his heavy balls while the other twisted around the base in tight strokes.
The sounds were filthy loud, wet glucks and gurgles filling the quiet office. Your throat bulged visibly with every deep thrust. Tears spilled fast, ruining your mascara in black streaks down your flushed cheeks. You moaned around his cock, letting the vibrations travel through him while you swallowed repeatedly, milking him.
Sunghoonâs abs clenched, breath ragged. âShit⊠your head is actually s'good. Gonna make me lose it if you keep sucking like that.â He fucked your mouth harder short, brutal thrusts, balls slapping your chin, spit flying everywhere. Your lips were swollen and glossy, completely coated. You looked wrecked already: eyes crossed, mascara destroyed, drool everywhere.
He pulled out suddenly with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your puffy lips to his glistening cock. He slapped the heavy length against your tongue a few times, breathing hard.
âEnough. Get up.â
Sunghoon yanked you up by the hair and bent you over the desk again, hooking one of your legs high over his shoulder. Your lacy pink bra and panties stayed on he just shoved the soaked fabric aside. The fat head of his cock rubbed up and down your folds, teasing your swollen clit until your thighs trembled.
âBeg like you mean it, baby.â
âPlease, hoonâfuck me dumb,please. Iâll be goodââ
He slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You screamed, but his hand clamped over your mouth, fingers digging in.
âQuiet. Unless you want the whole floor hearing me cream this greedy pussy.â
He fucked you right there on the desk, papers scattering. The angle was insane cock dragging against every sensitive spot, so deep you felt it in your stomach. Your tits bounced hard in the pink lace with every punishing thrust. His free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just right to make your head fuzzy and your pussy clench tighter around him.
âToo bigâfuckâslow downââ
âTake it anyway, whore.â He leaned down, sucking dark hickeys into your neck, collarbones, and the tops of your tits marking you up so everyone would know tomorrow you were fucked good. Your makeup was completely ruined, lipstick smeared across your face. He kissed you filthy, tongue invading your mouth in time with his hips.
Then he flipped you fast, bending you properly over the desk for backshots. Ass up, face pressed into the wood. He yanked your hair like reins, slamming back inside. The wet, obscene slap of skin filled the room. One hand choked you from behind while the other spanked your ass bright red, then reached around to rub your clit in fast, mean circles.
You came hard vision whitening, legs shaking violently as you squirted around his cock, soaking his pants and the floor. Brain completely melted, just babbling nonsense and drooling.
Sunghoon didnât slow down. He fucked you through it, ruthless, until he buried himself deep and came with a low groan thick, hot ropes painting your insides, so much it leaked out around his cock immediately.He stayed buried for a moment, panting against your neck, then finally pulled out slow, watching his cum drip down your thighs.You collapsed against the desk, legs useless, makeup wrecked, body covered in marks, spit and cum. Just a fucked-out in pink lace.
Sunghoon pulled you into his lap in the chair after a second, surprisingly gentle as he wiped some ruined mascara off your cheek with his thumb.
âNext time you break a rule,â he murmured against your ear, voice still dark, âi'll make it worse.â
You smiled dumbly, nuzzling into his neck. âYes, sir.â
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Her pink nails~ p.sjËËđąÖŽà»â
Pairing: ë°ìą ì± x f|reader
Content: smut,pwop,established relationship, slight aftercare,soft jayĘ Ëâ
The rain hits the tall windows in heavy sheets, turning the city view into a soft watercolor blur. Youâre sitting at the vanity in Jayâs bedroom technically your shared space now, even if you still get shy about calling it that. Fresh set of acrylics drying: glossy baby pink with delicate white bows on each ring finger. The lamp casts a warm glow, your favorite playlist humming low through the speakers.
Youâre focused, lip caught between your teeth as you swipe on another layer of gloss in the mirror. The new Dior one Jay got you yesterday sticky-sweet, tinted pink. You donât hear him come in until his reflection appears behind you.
Heâs fresh out of the shower, hair damp and messy. Water droplets slide down his chest. Your eyes flick to him in the mirror and you feel that familiar flutter in your stomach equal parts want and that shy little freeze you can never quite shake.
âHi,â you whisper, voice soft like always. You twist the gloss shut, suddenly hyperaware of how short your pink babydoll is riding up.
Jay doesnât answer right away. He just watches you, eyes warm . Then he steps closer, hands settling on your shoulders, thumbs pressing gently into the muscle there.
âYouâve been in here playing dressup for an hour,â he murmurs, leaning down so his lips brush your ear. âCute.â
âI wasnât playing,â you mumble,âJust⊠trying stuff. The rain made me bored.â
He smiles against your neck. One hand slides down your arm, fingers tracing the soft skin until they reach your hand. He lifts it, inspecting the fresh nails and kissing your knuckles. âThese are so pretty baby."
Jay turns the stool slowly so youâre facing him. The towel he's wearing is barely holding on. He cups your jaw, tilting your face up, and kissing you Slow and Deep. Tongue sliding against yours. You taste the mint from his toothpaste and something thatâs just him.
When he pulls back, your gloss is smudged on his mouth. He doesnât wipe it off.
âBaby,want you so bad now,â he says quietly.
You stand, legs a little unsteady. He gets behind you and peels your babydoll off first, then hooks his fingers in your lacy pink panties tugging them down. You step out, suddenly naked under the warm lamplight while heâs still in that towel. The shyness hits hard, you cross your arms over your chest instinctively.
Jay catches your wrists gently. âbaby you're hiding from me now?â
He lifts you onto the vanity like you weigh nothing. The cool marble edge presses against the backs of your thighs. Makeup brushes and palettes get pushed aside with a soft clatter. He drops to his knees right there on the carpet, spreading your legs with warm hands.
The first lick is slow, deliberate flat tongue dragging up your already slick pussy. You gasp, fingers flying to his damp hair. He does it again, then focuses on your clit with tight, perfect circles while two fingers slide inside you easily. The wet sounds mix with the rain. Your breathy little whimpers fill the room as he works you open, curling those fingers just right, sucking gently on your clit until your legs start shaking around his shoulders.
âJay....mmhâ It comes out high and needy. You tug his hair without thinking and he groans against you, the vibration pushing you closer.
He doesnât rush. He eats you out like he loves doing it messy and focused, free hand gripping your thigh to keep you open. When you come, itâs with a soft broken moan, back arching, nails digging into his scalp. He keeps licking you through it until youâre twitching and pushing at him weakly.
He stands, towel finally gone. His cock is hard and flushed, heavy against his stomach. You reach for it, wrapping manicured fingers around him, stroking shyly at first. Jayâs breath hitches. He leans in, kissing you deep so you can taste yourself, then rests his forehead on yours.
âWant you,â you whisper against his mouth. âPlease.â
He doesnât make you beg more. He lines up and pushes in slow, stretching you open inch by inch until heâs buried deep. Both of you exhale shakily. For a second he just stays there, hands on your hips, breathing with you while the rain pours outside.
Then he starts moving deep, rolling thrusts that grind against your clit every time. The vanity mirror fogs slightly behind you. Your anklet the gold one with the moon charm he gave you tinkles softly with every push. You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, glossy lips parted on little gasps and moans.
He fucks you harder, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb teasing your nipple. The other grips your ass, pulling you into each thrust. Your fresh nails rake down his back not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to leave faint pink lines heâll feel tomorrow.
âLook at me,â he says, voice rough.
You do. Eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lip gloss long ruined. He kisses you again, messy, hips snapping faster. The angle is perfect hitting that spot inside you over and over until youâre clenching around him, coming again with a soft cry muffled against his shoulder.
Jay follows right after, burying himself deep with a low groan, pulsing inside you as he fills you up. He stays there, forehead pressed to yours, catching his breath. The rain keeps falling.
After a minute he pulls out carefully, cum already starting to drip down your thigh. He grabs a warm cloth from the bathroom, cleans you gently, then carries you to the bed like itâs the most natural thing. You curl into his chest, shy again now that the heat is fading, tracing little patterns on his skin with your pretty nails.
âYou always get so quiet after,â he says softly, fingers combing through your hair. âStill shy with me?â
You nod into his neck, hiding a small smile.
He tightens his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You fall asleep to the rain and the steady beat of his heart, legs tangled, his hand resting on your bare hip under the covers. Tomorrow heâll probably take you shopping again just to watch you try things on. Tonight the city is washed clean outside, and inside itâs just warm skin, soft breaths, and the quiet kind of love that doesnât need big words.
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can you make a bf Jake (enha) one? I would rlly love it to have praising, fingering, cockwarming, tit play, multiple orgasms, riding and maybe squirting? Lowk Jake would eat that UPP and like kiss her on the forehead or lips once she reaches it every time.
Yea jakeeeeee eats evthingđ...but I'm a lazy mf so I need sum time

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"Sunghoon lives for nights like this you in his lap, tits in his mouth, windows fogged beyond saving."
Pairing:ë°ì±í x f!reader.ÖŽÖ¶ÖžđÖŒ Ö¶ÖžÖą.
Content+Warnings: Explicit sexual content,fwb? Casual sex,Unprotected sex + creampie,Heavy breast/nipple play & tit worship,Multiple sex positions in a car cowgirl, folded missionary, doggy style,Fingering, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms,Dirty talk?,Light pain/pleasure mix (hard pinching, biting, slapping on breasts),Marking/hickeys,Strong language
Wc: 4k
Mdni
Note: saw this on tw those hands looked sm like hoon's đŹ idk vro..
The notification lit up your phone at 11:47 pm.
Hoon: you up?
You stared at it for a second, thumb hovering. You knew exactly what it meant. It had been the same for the last few months, ever since that night Yunjin dragged him along to your groupâs late dinner and heâd spent half the evening staring at your chest like it was the only thing worth looking at. Some tipsy flirting and you ended up in his car.
You typed back
You: yeah,where?
Hoon:outside in 15
You didnât bother dressing up. Black cami n some boy shorts, nothing underneath. Your nipples were already tightening just from the anticipation. You grabbed your keys and slipped out.
His matte black car was idling by the curb, tinted windows hiding everything. You climbed in. The scent of his cologne â something woody and expensive hit you immediately. Sunghoon was slouched in the driverâs seat wearing a plain black tee that looked two sizes too small. The fabric stretched obscenely across his broad chest and thick shoulders, biceps bulging even when he wasnât flexing. Gym rat. The kind of buff that made the seat creak when he moved.
He didnât say hi. Just reached over, big hand landing high on your thigh, squeezing once as he pulled away from the curb.
âMissed you,â he said, voice low, eyes flicking to your covered chest.
You laughed softly. âsure.â
The drive was quiet except for the low hum of R&B playing through the speakers. His hand stayed on your thigh the whole time, thumb rubbing slow circles higher and higher until it slipped under the hem of your shorts. Not pushing further. Just teasing. Building it.
He drove farther than usual tonight, leaving the busy streets behind until he turned into a quiet, half-empty parking lot behind an old business park. No cameras. No people. Just distant streetlights painting faint orange stripes across the fogged windows once he killed the engine.
Silence settled. Thick. Heavy.
Sunghoon turned toward you, dark eyes locked on your body. âC'mere.â
You unbuckled and climbed over the console, knees settling on either side of his thick thighs. The moment you were in his lap, his hands were on you. Not gentle. Both big palms shoved under your cami and pushed it up roughly, bunching the fabric right under your chin. Cool air hit your bare skin for half a second before his hot hands covered you.
âshitâ he groaned, squeezing immediately.
His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of your tits, kneading hard, pushing them together, spreading them apart.His thumbs dragged over your nipples, flicking them back and forth until they were stiff peaks, then pinched hard enough to make you gasp.
You arched into his touch, hands bracing on his broad shoulders. The muscles there were rock-solid under your palms.
Sunghoonâs breathing was already getting heavier. He leaned in, burying his face between your breasts, inhaling like he was addicted. Then he started sucking wet, open-mouthed kisses all over the soft skin, leaving faint marks. One hand kept mauling your right tit, squeezing rhythmically while the other slid to your back, pulling you closer so he could suck a nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat made you moan. He sucked harder, tongue flicking rapidly, teeth grazing just enough. His free hand worked the other breast rolling the nipple, tugging, slapping the underside lightly so it jiggled against his palm.
You rocked your hips slowly against the growing bulge in his sweatpants, feeling him thicken. The car was heating up fast. Windows already fogging at the edges.
He pulled back just enough to yank your cami completely off, tossing it into the backseat. Then he attacked again. Both hands on your chest, pushing your tits up and together so he could drag his tongue across both nipples at once. He sucked them into his mouth together, groaning deep in his throat as he did it. The vibration went straight between your legs.
Your hands slid into his hair, gripping the dark strands as he worked you over. He was relentless squeezing, kneading, sucking, biting softly. Every time you moaned, he did it harder. His cock was fully hard now, pressing insistently against your soaked shorts.
âShorts off,â
You lifted up just enough to shove them down. He helped, big hands yanking them down your thighs along with your panties. The second you were bare, he pulled you back down, but not before shoving his own sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his thick cock. It slapped heavy against his abs flushed, veined, already leaking.
You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly. Sunghoon hissed, hips bucking once, but his eyes stayed glued to your chest.
âWan' 'em around me,â he said.
You leaned forward, pressing your tits together around his cock. Sunghoon cursed loudly, head falling back against the seat as you started moving. The sight of his thick length sliding between your soft breasts made him throb. He reached down and helped, hands covering yours, squeezing your tits tighter around him, thumbs still flicking your nipples.
âShit⊠look at that,â he groaned, watching mesmerized as the head of his cock disappeared and reappeared between your cleavage. Precum smeared across your skin, making everything slicker. He thrust up gently, fucking your tits while his hands kept them pressed tight. After a few minutes he grabbed your hips and pulled you up, lining himself up with your dripping entrance.
"Ride me?"
You sank down onto him inch by inch, gasping at the stretch. He was thick always took you a moment to adjust. The second you bottomed out, Sunghoonâs hands returned to your chest like magnets. He squeezed hard, using your tits as handles while you started rolling your hips.
The car rocked gently. Skin slapped against skin. His breathing was ragged, eyes half-lidded as he watched your breasts bounce in his grip. Every time you sank down, he thrust up to meet you, fingers digging deeper.
âHarder,â you whispered.
He grinned,Then he took over.
Gripping your ass with one hand, he fucked up into you fast and deep, the other hand still full of your tit. He slapped it lightly, watching it jiggle, then squeezed again, pinching the nipple until you cried out. The mix of pleasure and faint pain had you clenching around him.
He switched positions after a while pushing the seat back as far as it would go so you could lean back against the steering wheel. This angle let him see everything. He kept one hand on your chest, mauling both breasts while the other rubbed tight circles on your clit. His thrusts never slowed.
You came hard the first time, thighs shaking, walls fluttering around his cock as you moaned his name. Sunghoon didnât stop. He fucked you through it, groaning at how tight you got,
When your orgasm faded, he pulled out suddenly and flipped you around. âBackseat. Now.â
You climbed over. He followed, muscular body filling the space. He laid you down across the seats, one of your legs hooked over the front seat, the other bent. Then he was on you again.
This time he pushed your knees toward your chest, folding you, and slid back inside in one smooth thrust. The new angle made you see stars. Sunghoon braced one hand on the seat behind you and started pounding deep, powerful strokes that made your tits bounce wildly.
He couldnât resist. He leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand worked the other. The wet sounds of his mouth mixed with the obscene slap of skin and your broken moans. Every thrust pushed your breasts up toward his face. He motorboated them messily, groaning, then went back to sucking hard enough to leave marks.
âLove suckin' these while Iâm inside you,â he panted. âSo fucking soft⊠godamn.â
You reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit, chasing another high. Sunghoon noticed and replaced your hand with his, rubbing fast while he kept thrusting.
Your second orgasm hit even harder. You clenched around him, back arching, crying out as pleasure crashed through you. Sunghoon cursed, hips stuttering, but he held back.
He pulled out again, breathing hard. âTurn over. On your knees.â
The backseat was cramped, but you managed hands braced on the seat, ass up. Sunghoon knelt behind you, one foot on the floor. He rubbed his cock along your soaked folds once, twice, then pushed back in.
This position let him go even deeper. He gripped your hips at first, pounding hard, but soon one hand slid around to grab your swinging tits. He squeezed them from behind, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust. The angle made everything feel filthy and perfect.
He leaned over your back, chest pressed to you, one arm wrapped around so he could keep playing with your breasts while fucking. Fingers pinching, palm kneading, mouth sucking on your shoulder.
âYou gon cum again? Want to feel it on my cock.â
His hand moved faster on your clit. His thrusts turned punishing deep, rapid strokes that had the whole car shaking. You came a third time, almost sobbing with how intense it felt, walls milking him tight.He buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loudly as he filled you, hips twitching with every pulse. His hand stayed on your tit the entire time, squeezing rhythmically like he was grounding himself.
You both collapsed, sweaty and breathing hard. The car reeked of sex. Windows completely fogged. Sunghoon stayed inside you for a long minute, lazily kissing your neck, hand still gently groping your sore, marked-up chest.
Eventually he pulled out with a wet sound and sat back, pulling you into his lap again. This time it was softer. He rested his forehead against yours, one big hand still idly cupping your breast, thumb brushing the nipple almost tenderly now.
âBetter than the gym,â he muttered with a lazy smirk.
You hummed breathlessly. âmhm"
You stayed like that for a while naked, tangled, his hands tracing the marks he left.
âRound three?â he asked after ten minutes, already half-hard against your thigh.
You raised an eyebrow. âhell nah , don' wanna limp tomorrow like a loser."
He laughed and you both cleaned up as best you could with some wipes he kept in the car. You pulled your cami n shorts back on. He fixed his sweatpants.
He drove you home in comfortable silence, hand back on your thigh. When he pulled up to your building he leaned over and kissed you deep but short.
âText me when you want it again,â he said.
You smiled. âYouâll probably text first.â
âProbably.â
You stepped out. He waited until you were inside before driving off.
Just another night with your favorite fuck buddy.
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đđšđź đźđ©?
"Sunghoon lives for nights like this you in his lap, tits in his mouth, windows fogged beyond saving."
Pairing:ë°ì±í x f!reader.ÖŽÖ¶ÖžđÖŒ Ö¶ÖžÖą.
Content+Warnings: Explicit sexual content,fwb? Casual sex,Unprotected sex + creampie,Heavy breast/nipple play & tit worship,Multiple sex positions in a car cowgirl, folded missionary, doggy style,Fingering, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms,Dirty talk?,Light pain/pleasure mix (hard pinching, biting, slapping on breasts),Marking/hickeys,Strong language
Wc: 4k
Mdni
Note: saw this on tw those hands looked sm like hoon's đŹ idk vro..
The notification lit up your phone at 11:47 pm.
Hoon: you up?
You stared at it for a second, thumb hovering. You knew exactly what it meant. It had been the same for the last few months, ever since that night Yunjin dragged him along to your groupâs late dinner and heâd spent half the evening staring at your chest like it was the only thing worth looking at. Some tipsy flirting and you ended up in his car.
You typed back
You: yeah,where?
Hoon:outside in 15
You didnât bother dressing up. Black cami n some boy shorts, nothing underneath. Your nipples were already tightening just from the anticipation. You grabbed your keys and slipped out.
His matte black car was idling by the curb, tinted windows hiding everything. You climbed in. The scent of his cologne â something woody and expensive hit you immediately. Sunghoon was slouched in the driverâs seat wearing a plain black tee that looked two sizes too small. The fabric stretched obscenely across his broad chest and thick shoulders, biceps bulging even when he wasnât flexing.
He didnât say hi. Just reached over, big hand landing high on your thigh, squeezing once as he pulled away from the curb.
âMissed you,â he said, voice low, eyes flicking to your covered chest.
You laughed softly. âsure.â
The drive was quiet except for the low hum of R&B playing through the speakers. His hand stayed on your thigh the whole time, thumb rubbing slow circles higher and higher until it slipped under the hem of your shorts. Not pushing further. Just teasing. Building it.
He drove farther than usual tonight, leaving the busy streets behind until he turned into a quiet, half-empty parking lot behind an old business park. No cameras. No people. Just distant streetlights painting faint orange stripes across the fogged windows once he killed the engine.
Silence settled. Thick. Heavy.
Sunghoon turned toward you, dark eyes locked on your body. âC'mere.â
You unbuckled and climbed over the console, knees settling on either side of his thick thighs. The moment you were in his lap, his hands were on you. His big palms shoved under your cami and pushed it up roughly, bunching the fabric right under your chin. Cool air hit your bare skin for half a second before his hot hands covered you.
âshitâ he groaned, squeezing immediately.
His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of your tits, kneading hard, pushing them together, spreading them apart.His thumbs dragged over your nipples, flicking them back and forth until they were stiff peaks, then pinched hard enough to make you gasp.
You arched into his touch, hands bracing on his broad shoulders. The muscles there were rock-solid under your palms.
Sunghoonâs breathing was already getting heavier. He leaned in, burying his face between your breasts, inhaling like he was addicted. Then he started sucking wet, open-mouthed kisses all over the soft skin, leaving faint marks. One hand kept mauling your right tit, squeezing rhythmically while the other slid to your back, pulling you closer so he could suck a nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat made you moan. He sucked harder, tongue flicking rapidly, teeth grazing just enough. His free hand worked the other breast rolling the nipple, tugging, slapping the underside lightly so it jiggled against his palm.
You rocked your hips slowly against the growing bulge in his sweatpants, feeling him thicken. The car was heating up fast. Windows already fogging at the edges.
He pulled back just enough to yank your cami completely off, tossing it into the backseat. Then he attacked again. Both hands on your chest, pushing your tits up and together so he could drag his tongue across both nipples at once. He sucked them into his mouth together, groaning deep in his throat as he did it. The vibration went straight between your legs.
Your hands slid into his hair, gripping the dark strands as he worked you over. He was relentless squeezing, kneading, sucking, biting softly. Every time you moaned, he did it harder. His cock was fully hard now, pressing insistently against your soaked shorts.
âShorts off,â
You lifted up just enough to shove them down. He helped, big hands yanking them down your thighs along with your panties. The second you were bare, he pulled you back down, but not before shoving his own sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his thick cock. It slapped heavy against his abs flushed, veined, already leaking.
You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly. Sunghoon hissed, hips bucking once, but his eyes stayed glued to your chest.
âWan' 'em around me,â he said.
You leaned forward, pressing your tits together around his cock. Sunghoon cursed loudly, head falling back against the seat as you started moving. The sight of his thick length sliding between your soft breasts made him throb. He reached down and helped, hands covering yours, squeezing your tits tighter around him, thumbs still flicking your nipples.
âShit⊠look at that,â he groaned, watching mesmerized as the head of his cock disappeared and reappeared between your cleavage. Precum smeared across your skin, making everything slicker. He thrust up gently, fucking your tits while his hands kept them pressed tight. After a few minutes he grabbed your hips and pulled you up, lining himself up with your dripping entrance.
"Ride me?"
You sank down onto him inch by inch, gasping at the stretch. He was thick always took you a moment to adjust. The second you bottomed out, Sunghoonâs hands returned to your chest like magnets. He squeezed hard, using your tits as handles while you started rolling your hips.
The car rocked gently. Skin slapped against skin. His breathing was ragged, eyes half-lidded as he watched your breasts bounce in his grip. Every time you sank down, he thrust up to meet you, fingers digging deeper.
âHarder,â you whispered.
He grinned,Then he took over.
Gripping your ass with one hand, he fucked up into you fast and deep, the other hand still full of your tit. He slapped it lightly, watching it jiggle, then squeezed again, pinching the nipple until you cried out. The mix of pleasure and faint pain had you clenching around him.
He switched positions after a while pushing the seat back as far as it would go so you could lean back against the steering wheel. This angle let him see everything. He kept one hand on your chest, mauling both breasts while the other rubbed tight circles on your clit. His thrusts never slowed.
You came hard the first time, thighs shaking, walls fluttering around his cock as you moaned his name. Sunghoon didnât stop. He fucked you through it, groaning at how tight you got,
When your orgasm faded, he pulled out suddenly and flipped you around. âBackseat rightnow babyâ
You climbed over. He followed, muscular body filling the space. He laid you down across the seats, one of your legs hooked over the front seat, the other bent. Then he was on you again.
This time he pushed your knees toward your chest, folding you, and slid back inside in one smooth thrust. The new angle made you see stars. Sunghoon braced one hand on the seat behind you and started pounding deep, powerful strokes that made your tits bounce wildly.
He couldnât resist. He leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand worked the other. The wet sounds of his mouth mixed with the obscene slap of skin and your broken moans. Every thrust pushed your breasts up toward his face. He motorboated them messily, groaning, then went back to sucking hard enough to leave marks.
âLove suckin' these while Iâm inside you,â he panted. âSo fucking soft⊠godamn.â
You reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit, chasing another high. Sunghoon noticed and replaced your hand with his, rubbing fast while he kept thrusting.
Your second orgasm hit even harder. You clenched around him, back arching, crying out as pleasure crashed through you. Sunghoon cursed, hips stuttering, but he held back.
He pulled out again, breathing hard. âTurn over. On your knees.â
The backseat was cramped, but you managed hands braced on the seat, ass up. Sunghoon knelt behind you, one foot on the floor. He rubbed his cock along your soaked folds once, twice, then pushed back in.
This position let him go even deeper. He gripped your hips at first, pounding hard, but soon one hand slid around to grab your swinging tits. He squeezed them from behind, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust. The angle made everything feel filthy and perfect.
He leaned over your back, chest pressed to you, one arm wrapped around so he could keep playing with your breasts while fucking. Fingers pinching, palm kneading, mouth sucking on your shoulder.
âYou gon cum again? Want to feel it on my cock.â
His hand moved faster on your clit. His thrusts turned punishing deep, rapid strokes that had the whole car shaking. You came a third time, almost sobbing with how intense it felt, walls milking him tight.He buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loudly as he filled you, hips twitching with every pulse. His hand stayed on your tit the entire time, squeezing rhythmically like he was grounding himself.
You both collapsed, sweaty and breathing hard. The car reeked of sex. Windows completely fogged. Sunghoon stayed inside you for a long minute, lazily kissing your neck, hand still gently groping your sore, marked-up chest.
Eventually he pulled out with a wet sound and sat back, pulling you into his lap again. This time it was softer. He rested his forehead against yours, one big hand still idly cupping your breast, thumb brushing the nipple almost tenderly now.
âBetter than the gym,â he muttered with a lazy smirk.
You hummed breathlessly. âmhm"
You stayed like that for a while naked, tangled, his hands tracing the marks he left.
âRound three?â he asked after ten minutes, already half-hard against your thigh.
You raised an eyebrow. âhell nah , don't wanna limp like a loser tomorrow."
He laughed and you both cleaned up as best you could with some wipes he kept in the car. You pulled your cami n shorts back on. He fixed his sweatpants.
He drove you home in comfortable silence, hand back on your thigh. When he pulled up to your building he leaned over and kissed you deep but short.
âText me when you want it again,â he said.
You smiled. âYouâll probably text first.â
âProbably.â
You stepped out. He waited until you were inside before driving off.
Just another night with your favorite fuck buddy.
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Face rev pls I wanna se yu
Son i jus' joined tlr like a month agođ„čâđ»
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"Late night sesh with neighbour riki"
Pairing: è„żæć x f!reader
CĂw: neighbor riki,first time together, unprotected,oral (f!receiving)idek.
Wc: 2k
It started because your wifi died at 2am and you were in the middle of submitting a group project.
You knocked on Nikiâs door in your oversized hoodie and fuzzy socks, hair a whole mess, fully ready to beg for his password like the broke neighbour you are.
Instead of just texting you the code, he opened the door wider, still wearing his black tank top from dance practice, sweat faintly visible on his collarbones. His hair was messy in that hot way only he could pull off.
âDeadline?â he asked, one eyebrow raised, voice a little raspy like heâd been recording.
âGroup project from hell. Iâm one âcan you send the fileâ away from throwing my laptop out the window.â
He stepped aside without saying much, letting you in.
That was the first time you actually hung out in his apartment instead of just awkward hallway nods and small talks. His place smelled like vanilla candles mixed with whatever cologne he wears that makes your brain short-circuit. There were monitors glowing in the corner â his mini home studio setup â and you could hear a beat looping faintly.
You ended up on his couch with your laptop while he went back to tweaking something. Two hours later your assignment was submitted, you were both eating instant ramen like it was gourmet, and the conversation had slid from âwhatâs your majorâ to âbe honest, how many girls have you had in here at 3am?â
Niki laughed, leaning back with that signature smirk, legs spread casually. âNone. I donât bring people here. Too messy.â
You tilted your head, grinning. âSo Iâm the exception?â
âYouâre the neighbor who looks cute when sheâs stressed and shows up in fuzzy socks. Different category.â
The vibe shifted hard after that. The air got thicker. You blamed the late hour and the way his eyes kept drifting to your bare legs every time you moved on the couch.
You donât remember who moved first.
One minute you were teasing him about the expensive mic setup in the corner, the next you were in his lap, hoodie pushed up, his hands gripping your thighs like heâd been waiting for an excuse.
âBeen wanting to do this since you knocked this late on my door,â he muttered against your neck, voice low. âYou walking around in these tiny shorts ? Straight up torture.â
You laughed breathlessly, fingers threading through his damp hair. âTorture? Dramatic much?â
âShut up,â he grinned, but it melted into a groan when you rolled your hips against him.
He didnât rush it. Niki took his time peeling your clothes off like he was savoring every second. When he had you on the small studio couch, he dropped to his knees, hands spreading your thighs while the Limbo instrumental heâd been recording earlier still played softly in the background.
âLook at me,â he said, eyes dark as he pressed his mouth to you. The first lick had your back arching, hand flying to his hair. He hummed against you, the vibration making your toes curl.
âOwâ rikiââ
He pulled back just enough to smirk. âSound even better than the ad-libs I was recording earlier.â
By the time he stood up and finally pushed inside you, slow and deep, both of you were breathing hard. The mirror on the studio wall caught everything â the way his hand gripped your hip, the way your mouth fell open with every thrust, sweat making your skin glow under the dim monitor lights.
He kept the Limbo beat playing low, the rhythm matching the way his hips moved. âBeen thinking about you every time I record in here," he admitted, voice rough as he went deeper. âNow every time I play this track Iâm gonna remember how you feel.â
You came hard the first time with his fingers circling your clit and his mouth on your neck. He flipped you for the second round, bending you over the desk gently, the Limbo instrumental still looping like background music to your moans.
When he finally finished, buried deep inside you, whispering your name like it was a secret, the studio fell quiet except for your heavy breathing.
Niki pulled you against his chest on the couch, arms wrapped around you, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. His forehead pressed to yours, that soft side coming out after how intense it got.
âYou staying or you sneaking back like this didnât just happen?â he asked, half-teasing but you could hear he wanted you to stay.
You snorted lightly, poking his side. âMy legs are jelly, dude. Iâm not moving.â
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your messy hair. âGood. âCause i still need to rerecord that bridge on Limbo tomorrow. Might need your opinion.â
You smiled against his chest, the some music faintly restarting in the background.
For once, your dead wifi felt like the best thing that ever happened.
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Just loser ki making love with his pretty hot gf!
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Content+Warnings: smut, pwop,soft dom , he rambles about anime & physics when heâs nervous or turned on, pure filth,kinda cute ki.
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The scene no one at uni gets.
how did the quiet, lanky, glasses-wearing game-dev major with the messy black hair and perpetual hoodie pull you? he still doesnât believe it half the time. but when the door closes, the shy boy disappears and the one who knows exactly how to ruin you takes over. he just canât stop talking through it.
You never planned on falling this hard for someone like Ni-ki.
He was the guy who sat three rows behind you in Advanced Calculus, always doodling mech designs in the margins of his notes, earphones in, hood up even indoors. The kind of boy people called âcute in a pathetic wayâ when they thought he couldnât hear. You were the one everyone noticed â confident, sharp tongue, the kind of pretty that made people stare a second too long.
Yet here you were, three months into whatever this was, heart doing stupid flips every time he pushed his glasses up and gave you that small, crooked smile like he still couldnât believe you were real.
Tonight started innocently enough.
Youâd dragged him back to your dorm after he spent the entire study session quietly losing his mind because you kept brushing your leg against his under the library table (accidentallyÂż)but he wasn't having any of that. The second the door clicked shut he was on you â not rough, never rough with you â but desperate. Hands trembling as they slid under your shirt, mouth clumsy and hot against your neck fondling and squeezing the squishy fat of ur breasts through the thin materialof your top.
âFuck⊠I thought about this all day,â he mumbled, voice already hoarse trailing hot kisses from neck to ur shoulders.âYou in that skirt⊠sitting there like you werenât trying to kill me.â
You laughed softly, tugging his hoodie off. âYouâre such a loser, Riki.â
âYeah,â he breathed, pushing you gently onto the bed, âbut Iâm your loser.â
Clothes came off in a messy trail. His long fingers â the same ones that could code for eight hours straight without breaking â traced every inch of you like he was memorizing a new map. When he finally pushed inside you, slow and deep, both of you let out shaky sounds that didnât even sound human.
He bottomed out and stilled, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.
âGod⊠you feelâ you always feel so fucking perfect,â he whispered. His voice cracked a little. âLike⊠like you were made exactly for me. I donât deserve this. I donât ââ
âRiki,â you cut him off gently, cupping his face. His glasses were slightly fogged. âShut up and move.â
He let out a broken laugh, moving painfully slow.The first few thrusts were careful, almost reverent. Then something shifted. His hips snapped harder, the shy nerd melting away as he found that spot that made your back arch clean off the bed.
âYouâre so tight⊠every time, fuckâ he groaned, voice dropping lower. âItâs like youâre trying to keep me inside forever. Physics doesnât even explain thisâ how you can feel this good. I swear I could stay here for hours.â
You moaned his name, nails digging into his shoulders. He was big â unfairly so for someone who looked like heâd never seen a gym â and he knew exactly how to use every inch once he stopped overthinking.
He hooked one of your legs higher, angling deeper, and suddenly the rambling started for real.
âRemember that scene in Neon Genesis whereâ fuckâ where Shinji finally stops running? Thatâs how I feel when Iâm inside you. Like everything else disappears and itâs just⊠this. Just us.â His thrusts grew messier, more urgent. âI love you. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. Like what if you wake up one day and realize you could do so much better than some dork who builds Gundam models at 3 a.m.?â
Tears pricked your eyes â not from the overwhelming pleasure (though that was definitely part of it), but from the raw honesty in his voice. He always got like this when he was close: vulnerable and filthy at the same time.
âRiki⊠baby, stop saying nonsense and look at me.â
He did, dark eyes glassy behind his crooked glasses, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.
âI chose you,â you gasped between moans. âI want you. The nerd who explains orbital mechanics during foreplay. The one who blushes when I call him pretty boy . All of you.â
That seemed to snap something in him.
His pace turned punishing in the best way, one hand sliding between your bodies to rub tight circles over your clit while he drove into you. The wet sounds filled the small room, mixed with his low, broken whimpers and your desperate cries.
âYouâre gonna cum for me, right?â he panted, voice wrecked. âPleaseâ I need to feel it. Need to feel you squeezing me while Iâm still inside you. I want to fill you up so deep youâll still feel me tomorrow when youâre sitting in lecture pretending youâre not thinking about this.â
You came hard, vision whiting out, thighs shaking around his waist. He followed right after with a choked moan of your name, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you, hot and endless.
But he didnât pull out.
Instead he collapsed carefully on top of you, still buried to the hilt, arms wrapping around your waist like you might disappear if he let go. His face pressed into the crook of your neck, breathing ragged.
You could feel him twitching inside you, oversensitive and spent, yet he stayed there, cockwarming you through the aftershocks.
âStay like this⊠just a little longer,â he whispered, voice small again. âI like feeling close. Like Iâm still part of you.â
You ran your fingers through his damp hair, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
âIâm not going anywhere, baby.â
He let out a quiet, shy laugh against your skin, then mumbled, âYou know⊠if we calculate the average time it takes for my heart rate to return to normal after you wreck me like that, itâs statistically impossible because it never really does. Not when itâs you.â
You smiled, heart so full it almost hurt.
âShut up, Riki.â
âMake me.â
So you kissed him again â slow, deep, full of everything neither of you could quite say out loud yet.
And in the quiet glow of your desk lamp, with his long body draped over yours and his heartbeat steady against your chest, the rest of the world and all its confusion about how you two fit together faded away.
He was yours.
Loser glasses, rambling mouth, secret confidence, and all.
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Pairing: husband!hoon + fem!reader
Content+Warnings: arranged marriage to lovers,smut,pwop,breeding kink,dom!hoon,virgin reader,hoon hittin it raw,oral(f!receiving).
Wc:5.7k
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The wedding was beautiful.
Everyone said so. Crystal chandeliers dripping from the ceiling of the Grand Hyatt ballroom, your motherâs vintage Dior gown altered to perfection, Sunghoon in a custom Tom Ford tux that made him look like heâd stepped out of a fashion editorial. Photographers, CEOs, politiciansâeveryone who mattered was there to witness the union of Park & Co. Luxury Group and your familyâs cutting-edge tech empire.
A perfect match on paper.
A merger disguised as matrimony.
You smiled the entire night like the well-bred heiress you were. Sunghoon smiled tooâpolite, camera-ready, the kind of smile that never reached his eyes. He barely touched you. A hand at the small of your back for photos, a chaste kiss on the cheek when the crowd cheered. That was it.
And now, three weeks later, youâre standing in the middle of hisâyourâpenthouse at the top of Seoulâs most exclusive tower, wearing nothing but an oversized silk slip and fuzzy slippers, trying to figure out how to use the espresso machine that probably cost more than your first car.
Sunghoon is already gone. Again.
He leaves before sunrise most days, comes back after midnight. The only evidence he exists is the faint trace of his cologne in the marble hallway and the occasional sticky note on the fridge that says things like Dinner is in the warmer or Meeting ran late. Donât wait up. in his neat, elegant handwriting.
Youâre not stupid. You know what this is. An arrangement. Two families shaking hands over your heads while the lawyers drew up the contracts. Youâre the pretty, fertile bridge between empires. Heâs the cold, untouchable heir who never wanted a wife in the first place.
But God, youâre trying.
Youâve always been the good girl. The one who baked cookies for the staff on holidays, who graduated top of her class in business but never raised her voice. The one whose body developed early and never quite listened to the rules of âelegant restraint.â Wide hips that sway when you walk, a plush ass that fills out every pencil skirt, full breasts that strain against even the most modest necklines. Youâve spent your whole life trying to dress it downâhigh necklines, loose fits, dark colors. Still, people stared.
Sunghoon? He hasnât stared once.
Not until tonight.
Itâs past 11 p.m. when you hear the elevator ding.
Youâre in the kitchen, barefoot, wearing one of his white dress shirts as an apron because you spilled flour on your slip while attempting to make his favorite japchae from the recipe his mother sent you. The shirt hits mid-thigh, sleeves rolled up, top three buttons undone because itâs hot from the stove. Your hair is piled on top of your head with a claw clip, a few strands sticking to your neck from the steam.
You donât hear him come in at first. Youâre humming softly, hips moving to the quiet lo-fi playlist playing from the speaker, bending over to check the oven whenâ
âSmells good.â
His voice is low, rough from the long day. You straighten up so fast you almost hit your head on the range hood.
Sunghoon stands at the edge of the open kitchen, tie loosened, jacket slung over one arm, the top buttons of his black shirt undone. His sharp eyesâthose glacier eyes everyone calls âintimidatingââflick over you once. Slow. Like heâs seeing you for the first time.
You tug at the hem of his shirt self-consciously. It barely covers anything. âIâI thought youâd be late again. Made dinner. Or⊠late-night dinner. Whatever.â
He doesnât answer right away. Just sets his jacket on the island stool and walks closer. You can smell the city on himâcold night air, expensive leather, the faint trace of whiskey from whatever business dinner he just left.
His gaze drops.
Not to your face. To the way the shirt rides up when you shift your weight, exposing the soft curve where your thighs meet your ass. The way the fabric stretches across your chest, the faint outline of your nipples because youâre not wearing a bra and the kitchen is warm.
You see the exact moment something in his brain short-circuits.
His jaw flexes. Once. Twice.
âSunghoon?â you ask softly, voice the same sweet, slightly breathy tone you always use when youâre nervous. Innocent. Like you have no idea what you look like right now. Because you donât. You never have.
He clears his throat. âYou didnât have to cook.â
âI wanted to.â You smile, small and hopeful, and turn to grab a plate. The motion makes the shirt ride higher. He sees the full, plush swell of your ass, the way the silk clings to the dip of your waist, the generous curve of your hips.
Breeding material.
The thought slams into him so hard he actually grips the edge of the counter.
Youâre his wife. On paper. Untouched. Sheltered. The kind of girl who blushes when someone says âfuckâ in a movie. And yet your body was built for exactly what his family wanted from this marriage: soft, fertile, made to carry heirs and look devastating while doing it.
He hates how much that turns him on.
You set the plate in front of him, unaware. âEat before it gets cold, okay? Iâll clean upââ
âSit.â
Itâs not a request. His voice is low, almost hoarse.
You blink those big, doe eyes at him. âHuh?â
âSit down, Y/N.â
You obey instantly, sliding onto the stool across from him like the good little wife youâre trying so hard to be. The shirt rides up your thighs. He stares. Doesnât even pretend not to.
The silence stretches.
You fidget. âIs⊠is something wrong? Did I do it wrong?â
Sunghoon exhales through his nose. He looks like heâs fighting a war in his head. âYouâre wearing my shirt.â
âOh.â Your cheeks go pink. âIâm sorry, I spilled flour on mine and I didnât want to wake the maid andââ
âStop.â He cuts you off. His eyes are darker now. âStop apologizing for existing in my house.â
Your lips part. Innocent confusion written all over your pretty face. âBut itâs your shirtâŠâ
He stands up slowly, walks around the island until heâs right in front of you. Towering. You have to tilt your head back to look at him. He smells like sin and restraint.
âYou have any idea what you look like right now?â he murmurs.
You shake your head, genuinely lost.
Sunghoonâs hand lifts. His knuckles brush the side of your thigh where the shirt ends, barely there. You shiver.
âPlush little ass in my shirt,â he says, voice dropping an octave. âTits spilling out the top. Hips like they were made to be grabbed. And youâre just⊠humming and cooking like a fucking 1950s housewife.â
Your breath hitches. No one has ever spoken to you like this.
âIâI can changeââ
âDonât.â His fingers tighten on your thigh. âDonât you dare.â
Heâs hard. You can see the bulge straining against his slacks, and the realization makes your stomach flip. Youâre a virgin. Youâve never even kissed anyone properly before the wedding kiss that lasted half a second. But your body knows what it wants. Itâs been aching for weeks every time he walked past you in the hallway smelling like heaven and distance.
He hauls you up onto the counter in one smooth motion, your ass landing on the cool marble with a soft gasp. The shirt bunches around your waist. He steps between your spread thighs like he belongs there.
His mouth crashes into yoursânothing chaste about it this time.Hungry. Possessive. His tongue slides against yours and you whimper into the kiss, hands fisting his shirt. He tastes like whiskey and want. One big hand slides up your thigh, cups the full cheek of your ass and squeezes hard enough to make you moan.
âFuck,â he breathes against your lips. âThis ass. Been driving me insane for weeks. Every time you bend over in those little shorts you wear to bedâŠâ
He kisses down your neck, sucking marks into the skin like heâs claiming territory. His other hand palms your breast through the shirt, thumb circling your nipple until itâs stiff and aching.
âYouâre built like a wet dream,â he mutters, almost angry. âWide hips perfect for carrying my kids. Tits so full theyâd leak when youâre pregnant. And youâre sweet. So fucking sweet it makes me want to ruin you.â
Youâre panting, head spinning. âSunghoon⊠Iâve neverââ
âI know.â He pulls back just enough to look at you. His eyes are black with lust but thereâs something soft underneath. âI know youâre a virgin, baby. Thatâs why I stayed away. But I canât anymore. Not when you walk around looking like my personal breeding material in my own goddamn kitchen.â
He drops to his knees.
You squeak when he spreads your thighs wider, pushes the shirt up to your waist. No panties. You never wear them to bed. His breath ghosts over your bare pussy and you tremble.
âSo pretty,â he murmurs, almost reverent. âLook at this little cunt. Never been touched and itâs already wet for me.â
He leans in and licks a slow, broad stripe up your folds. Your back arches off the counter with a broken moan. He does it again, firmer, tongue flicking your clit on every pass until youâre shaking.
âSunghoonâoh godââ
He eats you like a man starved. No hesitation, no teasing. Just hungry, filthy licks and sucks that have you grinding against his face without shame. His hands grip your hips, holding you down as he devours youâlapping at your entrance, sucking your clit, groaning like you taste better than anything heâs ever had.
You come embarrassingly fast, thighs clamping around his head, crying out his name like a prayer. He doesnât stop. He keeps going until youâre sobbing, oversensitive and twitching.
Only then does he stand up, lips shiny with you, and kisses you so you can taste yourself.
âFirst time I make my wife come and itâs on the kitchen counter,â he says with a dark little laugh. âWeâre just getting started.â
He lifts you like you weigh nothingâyour legs wrap around his waist instinctivelyâand carries you to the bedroom. The master suite youâve been sleeping in alone for three weeks.
He lays you on the bed like youâre precious, then strips. Shirt. Belt. Pants. You watch, wide-eyed, as his cock springs freeâthick, long, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking. Youâve never seen one in real life. It looks obscene. Perfect.
Sunghoon crawls over you, caging you in. âStill okay?â he asks, voice softer now. âWe can stop. Iâll jerk off in the shower like I have been every night since the wedding.â
You shake your head, reaching up to cup his face. âI want this. I want you. Please⊠make me yours for real.â
He kisses you slow and deep, then reaches into the nightstand for lube and a condom. You stop his hand.
âIâm on the pill,â you whisper, cheeks burning. âFor⊠for the marriage. They said it was better if i⊠.âyou stutter trying to find a suitable word.
His eyes flash. The breeding kink heâs been trying to ignore roars back to life.
âNo condom,â he growls. âNot tonight. Not ever if you let me. Want to feel you raw. Want to fill this pretty pussy until it leaks.â
You nod frantically.
He slicks himself up anyway, just enough, then notches the head of his cock at your entrance. He pushes in slowâinch by inchâwatching your face the entire time. Youâre so tight it makes his jaw clench.
âRelax, baby. Breathe. Thatâs it⊠good girl.â
It burns, but the stretch feels right. When he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, you both moan. He stays there, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust.
âFuck, youâre perfect,â he whispers. âSo warm. So fucking tight. Like you were made for me.â
He starts movingâshallow thrusts at first, then deeper, harder. Every drag of his cock against your walls makes stars burst behind your eyes. He angles his hips and hits a spot that makes you cry out.
âRight there? Yeah? Gonna make you come on my cock like a good little wife.â
He fucks you harder. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room. His hands are everywhereâsqueezing your tits, pinching your nipples, gripping your ass to pull you onto him deeper. He leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing, while his cock pistons in and out.
You come again, clenching around him so hard he groans your name like a curse.
He doesnât stop. He flips you over onto your stomach, pulls your hips up so your ass is in the air, and slides back in with one smooth thrust. The new angle makes you scream into the pillow.
âLook at this ass,â he pants, spanking one cheek lightly, then harder when you moan. âBouncing so pretty for me. Gonna fuck you full every night. Keep you dripping with my cum so everyone knows who you belong to.â
Youâre babbling nowâyes, please, Sunghoon, moreâlost in the pleasure. He reaches around and rubs your clit in tight circles.
âCome again. Want to feel you milk me.â
You do. Shaking, sobbing, pussy fluttering around his cock. He follows right after, burying himself to the hilt and coming with a guttural groan. You feel the hot rush of him inside youâthick, endless pulses that make your belly feel warm and full.
He collapses over you, careful not to crush you, and presses soft kisses to your shoulder blades.
After that night, everything changes.
Sunghoon still works long hours, but now he comes home early enough to eat the dinners you make. He eats you for dessert on the kitchen island at least twice a week. He fucks you in the shower, bent over the marble vanity while you watch yourselves in the mirror. He takes you on the balcony under the Seoul skyline, your silk robe hiked up around your waist while he growls filthy promises about knocking you up against the glass.
Heâs still the same cold, elegant CEO in public. But at home heâs insatiableâhands always on your ass, mouth always on your neck, cock always ready to remind you who you belong to.
One night, after heâs fucked you slow and deep in the big bed, he lies behind you, spooned up close, hand splayed possessively over your lower belly.
âYou know why I stayed away at first?â he murmurs into your hair.
You hum, sleepy and satisfied.
âBecause the second I saw you at the altar. those hips, that ass, those titsâI knew Iâd never be able to keep my hands off you. Knew Iâd want to breed you the first chance I got. And you were looking at me with those big innocent eyes like youâd never had a dirty thought in your life.â He kisses the back of your neck. âMade me feel like a pervert for wanting my own wife so badly.â
You turn in his arms, smiling softly. âIâm not innocent anymore.â
His eyes darken with fresh heat. âNo. Youâre not.â He rolls you under him again, already hard. âBut youâre still my sweet little wife. And Iâm never letting you go.â
You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in.
âGood,â you whisper against his lips. âBecause I was made to be yours.â
And you were.
The merger thrived. The papers called it a love match. Only the two of you knew the truth: it started as an arrangement, but the moment Sunghoon saw you in his kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt and that body built for sin and softness, it became something else entirely.
It became real.
And he was never going to get enough.
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