I Can Hear It Callin’

As eager as he is, you move your lips against his. Lips parting to let his tongue in. It’s messy, eager, long awaited. Teeth clash, spit slick lips moving smoothly against each other. Throwing all your (moms) rules out the window, you indeed decide to give in. Your hands move up to grab his hair and you pull a little, making him groan against your lips. “You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N” he growls and moves to suck and kiss down your neck.

His curious hands unbutton your blouse, exposing your prettiest red bra. He lets go of your neck to look you up and down. A low moan leaving his throat. “You drive me insane, sweetheart” and with that, fives in to plant his lips on your breasts. Your head falls against the wall behind you, hands never leaving his hair. You feel a hand glide up your thigh, scrunching your skirt up to expose your thighs and panties. “Let me please you” he moans and slips to his knees.

Its like he’s worshipping you. He’s on his knees, hands smoothing up and down your thighs, squeezing once in a while and his lips placing feathery light kisses on your covered core. Your hands in his hair push him a little closer and he looks up. “Johnny, please” you plead, eyebrows knitting together in desperation. You don’t have all day. “Anything for you” he smiles and dives in. Flattening his tongue against your panty, right where your clit is. You try to keep your moans down, but with his face finally down there, its getting harder and harder.

Two fingers push your panties to the side and feel you up. “You’re so wet, baby” he moans and gathers some of your slick, only to put it in his own mouth. The action making you weak in the knees. He should do something soon. You don’t too many people suspect anything. And if he can read your mind, he slides the two fingers previously in is mouth, into your core. You have to slap a hand to your mouth to keep from moaning loud enough for the whole building to hear.

Johnny’s pride swells with you crumbling above him. He smirks and laps at your clit. The sensation making you grab the railing behind you with one hand to keep standing. The other hand grasping Johnny’s hair tighter. The groan he lets out sending vibrations through your core. Its getting too much, as you feel the know tighten. “I’m so close” you moan. Eyes rolling back into your head. The man below you finds this his que to speed up his fingers, curling them inside you each time, hitting the spot each time.

With a few more laps on your clit, a few more curls in your core, its too much. The knot in your abdomen bursting, knees buckling. Luckily, Johnny holds you up by your hips. Stopping his fingers and tongue and letting you ride out your high. After you regain your breath, Johnny lets go and stand up. A big, glossy smirk on his face as he cleans you up. Sliding your panties back into place and pulling your shirt down as you button your blouse again. Without saying anything, he hits the emergency button again and the lift starts moving again.

“What about you?” You ask confused. He shakes his head and wipes his lips to the back of his hand. “Come by my desk later” he replies, turning his body back to stand beside you and face the door. “So we can finish this” and with that, the elevator stops a level below yours. He steps out and turns to you. Shooting you his signature smile and a wink as the doors close again.

The school jock has one hand on your naked thigh, holding your skirt up. The other is in your panties. The pads of his fingers rubbing figure eights against your clit. You bite your hand when he applies more pressure and he has the nerve to let out a small chuckle. Body trembling as he comes closer to whisper in your ear.

“And I thought you wanted nothing to do with me” he taunts. You swallow back a moan and shake your head. “I don’t.” A low chuckle fills your ear again. “Then why am I down your panties, sweetheart?” The nickname sounds so sweet, but there is only sinister intent when it comes out of his mouth.

You decide not to reply, but he’s having none of it. “You like me don’t you, Y/N?” His fingers leave your clit to dip into your sopping cunt. “I can tell how much you like me from how wet you are” he chuckles and spreads your slick around. “P-please” you beg silently. Needing his fingers in you right there and then.

“Admit you like me and I’ll give you what you want.” You shake your head and out of frustration, he squeezes your thigh. “You know I can give you anything your little pussy desires” and it makes you think for a second. Are you going to succumb to the schools bad boy? Your body betrays you as your hips chase his fingers. “Fine” you mutter. He plasters a shit eating grin on his face and a hand leaves your thigh to grab your face. Making you look him directly in his dark eyes.

“I like you” you mutter out. The last word hadn’t even left your lips before two fingers enter your core. Your lip must bleed soon from how hard you bite it, trying to hide your moans. “Thats what I thought” he spits, working up his fingers. All the teasing and mean words got you close in no time.

Your hand grasps his wrist, holding on for dear life. “Cum for me” he whispers in your ear. You don’t need to be told twice. Slapping your hand to your mouth again, you come. Eyes rolling back into your head and eyebrows knitted together in pleasure. Your thighs close around hand. He lets you move your hips against his hand, riding out your high.

“I knew you would give in sooner or later” he laughs and wipes his fingers on your skirt, moving it back into place to cover you again. Too out of breath to make a remark, you settle on shooting him a glare. The lights of the classroom turn back on and the bell rings, dismissing all students. You stand up and make a beeline for the door, but a hand catches your wrist.

And that’s how you find yourself on your shared bed, in just his shirt and some panties. Ready for him to come to bed and give him some other work to do. But as ready as you were, your boyfriend was not. Eyes still glued to his screen as he typed away. “Babeee” you whine. “You’ve been working all day, isn’t it time to come to bed?” you ask, the question dripping with lust, making sure he knew what you meant by it. He doesn’t respond, just hums. Not even hearing what you asked.  “I’m serious, babe” you try again and get out of the bed, patting over to his desk. He closes his eyes briefly as your hands kneed his shoulders. “Please?” you whisper in his ear, his back going a little stiff from your hot breath on his ear. You really think you had him with this, but that thought is soon out of you head as he shakes your hands off. “I really need to finish this” he states, not one emotion in his voice. Huffing, you let your arms fall back beside you and stomp back to the bed.

“I really need you” your phrase comes out slurry, trying to win him over. “You haven’t touched me in weeks” you reason, but it falls on deaf ears. “I kissed you this morning” he sighs. The audacity of this man was out of this world, and you roll your eyes. “That was 12 hours ago!” your arms flailing up out of frustration. Your head falls back on the pillow, eyes boring at the ceiling. Never were you this needy. So desperate for a touch of the man that doesn’t seem to have any attention for you.

“Fine” you huff and sit up against the headboard. “I can touch myself better that you anyways.” Noticeably, you see that those words awaken something in him as he stiffens. “What did you sa-“ the rest of his sentence die on his lips as he turns his head around to look at you. Your legs were wide open, propped up on the bed, giving him a good view of your core. One hand under your shirt, kneading your boob as the other caresses your own thigh, closing in on your folds. “You really want to stop that, Y/N” his voice comes out low and stern. But instead of it making you listen to him, the corner of your lips twitch up in a smirk. “Or what?” you try him, clearly loving the attention you’re getting right now. “I’m serious, stop. Right. Now” Johnny stands up from his desk chair. Suddenly he looks taller and more buff than usual, but it might be your brain being slightly intimidated by his form, the way his words come out and how his eyes darken.

Still not completely satisfied with the situation, you push him even further. Your hand lands on your clit, slowly rubbing circles. The other hand squeezes your breast a little harder, making your head fall back on the pillow. You’re really putting on a show. And he’s having none of it. Not noticing him coming closer with your eyes rolled back into your head, you shriek when you feel a hand stopping the actions on your core. Your head snaps back and your now open eyes are met Johnny’s dark ones, staring right back into you. Not in a loving way, but as he is finally touching you, you don’t mind at all. His other hand squeezes your cheeks together, making your lips pout. “I said. Stop” he spits. You almost have him at the point of giving in. But you want to know how far you can take this. Very much consciously, your hips chase after your own hand. “You’re that desperate huh?” his hand leaving your face and landing on your throat. “So desperate you wanted to do my job of pleasuring you yourself huh?” even his chuckle sounds dark. You nod shyly. “Sooo desperate for attention?” he continues. His words drip in humiliation. When you hear them back, it does sound a little seeking. But when he’s here touching you, there is only one thing on your mind.

“Alright, let’s get you that attention then” he simply states and lets both your hand and your neck go. Confused, your eyebrows knit together. Uh oh. Your plan ended here, what does he have up his sleeve? “Come on, get up” sounding hurried, you don’t think twice before planting your feet on the ground. One of his hands take grip on your hair, the other returning around your neck. Finally, after 12 hours, his lips crash onto yours again. It’s nothing like the sweet morning kiss you got hours ago. It's rough, teeth clashing, saliva being swirled around as his tongue invades your cavern. You moan into his mouth. Touch starved really got you moaning at the simplest of things.

After making out for a hot minute, he pulls you off him. He smirks when his eyes take in the way you look wrecked already. Lips red and puffy, shining in his spit. “What a slut” he scoffs in your face. The harsh words shouldn’t make your core tingle this hard. “Open up, baby” he orders, the nickname contrasting the last one. Wanting to do everything for the man who can give you immense pleasure in seconds, you comply. Johnny collects some spit in his mouth before spitting it in yours. Its lewd, it shouldn’t feel so hot, but it makes your knees weak. Luckily, the man in front of you keeps you up with the strong hand around your neck. Without a new order from him, you swallow. Opening your mouth again afterwards to show him. “Good girl” he coos, other hand coming up to pat your cheek. “Time for your reward huh?” he smirks. Oh god.

There weren’t many places in the apartment where you haven’t had sex with. But when he pushed the curtains of the big bedroom window open, he found a new one. Your eyes grow big. There is an office building right opposite you. And even though it’s late in the evening, there are still some lights on. “Babe, what a-“ but you were shushed. “Come here, you wanted attention, right?” he smirks, unbuttoning his blouse. “Let’s get you it.”

And that’s how you end up here. Hands planted against the big window; boobs pressed to the cold glass. Johnny’s length sliding right into your core. He didn’t care much for foreplay. Not with you in this bratty state. Luckily, his actions made you so wet, there was little resistance. One hand bruising your hip with how tight he is holding you. Fingertips will be visible in the morning. The other hand flies into your hair again, making you look out the window. Your hot breath fogging up the glass. “Johnny please” you whine, the pleasure becoming too much already. And you barely even started. “You wanted attention baby” he grunts, his hips never losing rhythm. “Now you’re getting it and still complain huh?” Your mind is too fogged to reply. Only moans and pleads can come out.

Something catches Johnny’s eyes, and you notice it when he stills inside of you. He yanks at your hair, making you look slightly up. And before you van question it, you see what he’s seeing. On one of the upper floors of the building across from you, an office still has its lights on. The outline of 4 or 5 people visible by the light behind you. “Looks like we have an audience baby” he chuckles, and his hips snap onto yours again. Your mouth falls open, both from the pleasure and the shock of the audience. “Let’s give them a show huh?” Johnny’s mind is sick. And you love it. The hand on your hip glides across you body, reaching down to find your clit. With the sensation of the cold glass against your tits, his length pistoning in and out of your core, the pressure against your clit and the audience above you, you know you are done for. “Daddy..” you trail, nickname usually only comes out when you’re really far gone. This time is no exception. “Let go baby, let those people see what an attention whore you are” he orders. His words pile on top of all the other ways of pleasure, and it pops. Your orgasm crashing onto you. Head thrown back; mouth wide open leaving the most porn-worthy moan ever. Your legs give out, hands slipping against the wall. Johnny is clearly taken aback from the intensity of your orgasm but is quick to catch you. The way your walls clench on his length has him spurting his cum deep inside you.

He keeps thrusting shallowly, riding out both of your highs. Once he hears you sigh deeply, regaining your breath, he pulls out. You moan again at the feeling of his cum dripping down your thighs. The sight making him groan too. Embracing you in a tight back hug, he plants kisses on your temple. “Wave our audience goodbye, baby” he asks, voice smooth and soft again. Head empty, you lift your hand up a bit to wave. So tired, it’s nothing more than a limp hand waving back and forth. Johnny lifts you up to put into bed. He briefly leaves to get a wet towel and gets back in a second to clean you off. After a lingering kiss on your forehead, your drift off to sleep.

The party is winding down as it gets darker quickly. “We’re going to grab something to eat, you coming too?” your best friend asks you, nodding her head in Lucas and Jeno’s direction. You shake your head no. “I’m heading back and will be studying for the rest of the night”. Your best friend rolls her eyes, and you hear Jeno groan a “Man, does she ever do anything else but study?” while walking away. You’re once again left with Jaemin and Yuta. “I’m going to change real quick. Can you watch my stuff?” you ask the two boys. Yuta nods, not looking at you as he finishes whatever is in his cup. Jaemin jumps up. “I’m gonna go change too, care to show me the stalls?” he asks, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Yuta smirk against the rim of his cup. Deciding to ignore the look on his face, you walk with Jaemin to the changing stalls across the pool.

“Sooo…” Jaemin tries to start up a conversation. “Did you enjoy last night?” he asks, scratching his head. Your head snaps his way the moment the words leave his mouth. What did he know? “Yeah, the party was fun” you try, deciding he’s aiming at the little get-together you had. Arriving at the stalls, Jaemin turns around and blocks your way. “You’re not really subtle, ya know?” he mentions, avoiding your curious gaze. “Not going to lie, I’m kinda jealous of what’s going on between you and Yuta” he continues. A gentle hand grazes your arm, fingertips sliding down until he reaches your fingers, playing with the digits. “Jaemin wha-“ you start but are shut up by the younger shaking his head. “You don’t have to say anything” he interrupts. His hand leaves your hand to glide onto your waist. Gliding down until he reaches the knot of the scarf Yuta tied around you earlier. The one to cover the marks of last night. “Your body speaks for itself baby” he continues. You don’t know if he means it. The words, the nickname, the hand on your body. He tugs at the knot, the scarf falling to the ground. The sensation of the scarf chafing against your body as it falls makes you shiver. “It responds so well” he adds and proves his statement by caressing up your waist, reaching the underside of your bikini top. Body twitching again.

You can’t deny that your body responds well. And it’s working for your mind too. There is no way around it, Jaemin is a handsome guy. A charming one as well. This situation is a good example of that. Your mind only focuses on his curious hand. “You know” you start. “Yuta and I aren’t really a thing” yet… you wanted to add. But the word dies on your lips as Jaemin crashes his lips onto yours. Taken aback, you stumble a bit. Jaemins hands are quick to hold your waist tightly, pressing your body onto his. Right when your hands flew around his neck and into his hair to deepen the kiss, you feel an extra pair of hands on your body. “Well well well” you already know its Yuta. Jaemins lips leave yours and land on your neck, continuing his actions there. It gives you the freedom to turn your head and look at the older behind you. “What do we have here hmm?” he asks amused, a grin plastered on his face. You open your mouth to reply, but nothing but a moan comes out as the younger sucks on a particular spot on your neck. “Look at you horndogs going out in the open” Yuta smirks and pushes the three of you into a stall. Jaemins lips never leave your neck. You look up at the older, eyes begging for more. “Let’s continue this in here hm?” and with that, there were two pairs of hands and lips on you.

Your bikini quickly ended on the floor. And so did the youngest of you three. Jaemins lips traveled all the way from your neck to your core. As he is ferociously lapping your folds. Behind you stands the older, supporting your head on his shoulder as his hands come around your body to toy with your breasts. “Damn hyung, you were right” Jaemin talks from underneath you. Kissing your clit between his words. “She really is freakier than we thought!” The older just laughs. Your brows frown in confusion. What did Yuta tell him? “What is he, mhhh, talking about?” you question, which got interrupted by a low moan. Yuta’s lips reach your ear. “Nothing much princes, just how you were such a whore for me last night” His words come out so easily and casually, but they have you moaning out. The younger stands up and crashes his lips onto yours, letting you taste your own arousal. Before you can whine about the loss of pleasure down there, he quickly replaces it with his fingers. The tips dip into your entrance and smear around what you leak. “Hyung she’s really wet” Jaemin lets the older know as he nips at your neck, the opposite side his hyungs lips are on. “What do we do with such a pretty slut?” He grunts and plunges a finger into your core. You really try to remember you're in public, and that anyone walking by could hear what's going on inside the stall. But with two pairs of lips on your neck and a finger in your cunt, it’s hard to think of something else.

Yuta has the same thought as he instructs the younger man. “Let’s shut her up huh?” Yuta turns your body around in their grip. Back now flush against Jaemins firm chest, front on display for the older. “Seems only fair for you to take her from the back, right? I had her cunt last night” Yuta rasps. His words are harsh but so arousing. Sending shivers all the way from where they enter your ears to your core. Jaemins hand pushes on your back, signaling you to bend over. Eyes now level with the bulge in Yuta’s swim trunks, hands finding their place on his thighs to balance yourself. Right when you think you can catch your breath, Jaemin sticks two fingers in this time.

“Are you sure you fucked her last night?” Jaemin chuckles. “She’s so tight man, sucking my fingers right in.” You can’t look up, but you can hear the glare the older gives him the moment he tells the other to shut the hell up. Annoyed, Yuta grabs a handful of your hair, straining your neck to look up at him. “Let’s put you to good use, hm?” he smirks and pulls his trunks down with his free hand. His bulge hard and proud against his abs. Just like yesterday, you are mesmerized by his length. His grip on your hair tightens as he guides your mouth to his tip. With almost no stamina left in your body, you accept his cock in your mouth, lips parting and your tongue hanging out to lap at the underside of his shaft.

Behind you, Jaemin got you all kinds of worked up with his fingers. You moan around the older's member as he takes his digits out, smearing your wetness on the inside of your thigh. “Hyung, you’re clean right?” the younger asks with a smirk. Yuta once again sends him a glare but nods his head. You hear Jaemin spit lewdly on his member, the sound tightening the knot in your stomach in anticipation. He rubs the tip back and forth through your folds before sliding all the way in. He has to hold back his noises, only a low grunt coming from his end. On your end, you’re struggling. Jaemin is big. Not as long as the one your mouth is occupied with, but the grith is definitely a winner. The intrusion has you fly off the olders’ cock, clasping a hand over your mouth to stay quiet. “Struggling baby?” he mocks behind you. Yuta isn’t happy with the situation and guides your head back. Quickly they find a rhythm. Whenever your lips reach the base of Yuta’s length, only the tip of the younger's dick stays behind in your core. But its short-lived as Jaemins hands on your hips pull you back on his member. Your buttcheeks hitting his boney hips. You’re never left empty. Both holes satisfied at all times. So full and so in bliss.

All three of you try your best to stay silent. Luckily, you were one of the last ones to leave the pool. After a good while of the back and forth, you feel the knot in your core start to tighten. You pinch Yuta’s thigh. “I think someone’s close” Yuta chuckles, voice coming out breathily. “Oh, she really is. She’s clenching like crazy” Jaemin responds and lets a hand come around your body, reaching down to find your clit. Your moans send vibrations up Yuta’s length, making the older moan low from his throat. In no time, the knot explodes, and you tremble in between them. Legs shaking and tears spring from your eyes as you slowly ride out your high. Above you, the two guys share a look. “Our turn!” the youngest exclaims, and before you realized it, both your mouth and core are empty. A hand pushes on your shoulder, signaling you to kneel. With hazy eyes, you look up at the two guys above you. Their eyes are dark and hooded, their cocks in their hands as they jerk themselves off above you. It’s a sight to see really. Still drunk of your high, you can think of nothing more than their release all over you. Without a second thought, you let your mouth hang open. Tongue coming out like second nature, eyes closing in anticipation. Both men curse and the older is the first to land ropes of white in and around your mouth. As soon as the first spurts hit your cheeks, Jaemin is a close second. Cursing as also his come lands on your face.

You had in mind to confront him with the soft question when you open the door for him. But when you eventually do, you see his worn-out face. Bags under his eyes, face dropped and hands in his pockets. This isn't the “animal” you're used to. You let him in and he hangs his coat before taking a seat on your bed. Worriedly, you take a seat beside him and lay an arm over his shoulders. His body responds immediately, leaning into your body. Laying his head on your shoulders.

“Promotions finally over?” You ask. He just nods against your body. “You want to take it slow today?” You ask again, voice tiny and slow, trying not to startle him any further. He signs loudly before sitting up straight, patting his lap. A signal for you to climb on top of him. And with a small smile, you do. Hand snake around your middle the moment you're seated. Yours going around his neck and into his hair. Instantly, you feel him relax.

To add a little pleasure (for both of you), you start plating soft kissing along his neck. Going from his exposed shoulder, all the way up to his ear. “What do you want, pretty boy” you whisper when you reached the top. He just slightly whimpers in response. You feel gentle hands opening the buttons of your blouse. A chuckle leaves your throat. You've never seen him so soft before.

“What's so funny?” He mumbles and slides the garment over your shoulders, where it falls on the ground behind you. The moment the fabric is out the way, his hands grab a handful of boob, gently squeezing the flesh. “I’ve never seen you this gentle before” you finally respond, smile clearly hearable when you speak. He just hums, reaching behind you to undo your bra clasp. “Just tired” he explains with a shrug of his shoulders. He isn't even done with his words but leans in for your nipple. And when the last letter leaves his mouth, his lips are onto the bud like a magnet.

As much as you find him adorable like this, you can’t deny the sparks going from your nipple, right to your core. You whimper slightly with every suck and nibble. His other hand adds even more pleasure by squeezing the other breast. “Jae-“ you moan when he pinches one and bites the other bud. Hands that once only caressed his hair, now slightly pulling on the strands. Jaehyun lets your nipple go, plants his hands on your hips, and presses your lips together in a warm kiss. There is no urgency, no rush. Just a warm kiss that gives you slight sparkles in your lower belly.

You need a little more, so you grind your hips down on his lap, feeling his hard-on beneath you. “Baby” he grunts and uses his own hands to keep you moving. Suddenly, he drops his head on your naked shoulder, sighing aloud. “What's up, baby?” You ask, stilling your hips. “I'm so tired” he whines. “But I want to feel good too”. Cradling his head in your arms, planting a long kiss on top of his head, you think.

“I have an idea!” You exclaim, not too loud. He looks up with tired and questioning eyes. A whine leaves his throat as you get up from his lap, your warmth leaving his body. “Let's lay down, hmm?” You suggest, his eyes getting even more confused, but crawls under the covers anyway. He almost misses the moment you shimmy down your shorts and underwear, leaving you completely naked. Instantly, his eyes lit up again.

When you lay down next to him, face to face, you plant your lips onto his. A little more fierce this time. Lip-smacking filled the room, while eager hands slide down his body. Once you reach the hem of his jeans, you undo the button and zipper. Reaching inside his boxers to take his already hard member out. “Baby, what's your plan?” He asks in between moans. You smile. “Just relax baby”. And with that, you give him a last peck on the lips before your turn yourself around. Back to his chest and hips against his length. Reaching behind you, you line him up with your core. Finally, he gets your plan. His hips slowly moving forward, his cock sliding along your walls. You both moan at the feeling before he wraps you up in his arms. Being closer than never before.