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just something to keep you company the next time work demands his attention for days on end. finding a new fuck buddy has been out of the question since the first time you met seungcheol at the clubs and promptly took him home — or rather, the first time you hooked up with someone who wasn’t him and realised sex isn’t all that when he’s not the one you’re doing it with. 

once it shows up as Delivered to your end, you shut off his phone and discard it somewhere in the sheets. you roll over and nuzzle into his back, nodding off to the soft snores of the man who just spent the last few hours fucking the living daylights out of you. 

until a ding from his phone cuts through your shallow doze. then another. you blink, confused and increasingly panicked at the timing of the notification. 

…didn’t you send the video to yourself??

you didn’t exactly check the name before sending it, but you didn’t have to. it should be you at the top of seungcheol’s contacts. you’re the last person he messaged after all, since he invited you to a trip to pound town and was pretty occupied with that until knocking out in your bed. 

another ding has you fumbling around the blanket for seungcheol’s phone. you hold it to your face, squinting through the light to read the name on his notification screen. 

‘hannie’? 

you don’t waste another moment in punching in his passcode and opening the chat up with a sinking stomach. whoever this illustrious hannie is, she was on the receiving end of your sex tape, not yourself. 

hannie: ?????? hannie: Cheollie?? 

your stomach flips at the nickname. he told you to call him that too. said it was special, just between you two; only lets girls call him that when he… 

you: this is cheol’s girlfriend. who the fuck is this? 

okay, so you may have just blatantly lied. but you’re not above being possessive, let alone petty.

seungcheol’s quite literally the best dick you’ve ever had — even if you’re too emotionally unavailable to slap a label on it that would make him yours alone — so you’re just a little curious about the competition, especially when up until now you weren’t aware there was any.

you quit seeking out anyone else since the dawn of your little agreement with seungcheol, and you just assumed he was doing the same… considering you let him fuck you raw. 

hannie: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ hannie: No offence babes, but if you really think you’ve got Cheollie locked down, you’re delusional~

you’re shaking with adrenaline all over at this point. you actually can’t believe the audacity on this woman. you scroll back up to the sex tape and hold on it until the little options bubble pops up. if she thinks she’s funny, you’re about to start acting fucking hilarious.

you: [forwarded an attachment] you: if that’s your man then why was he eating this pussy? 🤣

hannie: well fuck hannie: I’m hard

in the split second your mind blanks from disbelief, your thumb flies to the call button in the corner of the screen as you slip out of bed. it barely rings once before hannie picks up. 

“god, you’re forward.” she — or rather, he — says in a low, raspy chuckle. 

your jaw actually drops a little. if you weren’t so pissed off you’d probably find…his… voice attractive. 

“you’re a dude?!?” you whisper-yell, padding into the bathroom and locking the door behind you. 

“yes.”

“your name’s hannie.” 

“it’s short for jeonghan.”

“okay jeonghan,” you seethe with as much malice in your tone as you can manage. “who the fuck are you?”

“i think you owe me the answer to that first, sweetheart. considering you came on to me.” 

“fuck off.” you snap, and he whistles lowly in response. you frown. “are you fucking him?” 

“i have been.” you can just hear the smirk in his tone. 

just like in the movies, your back slides down the bathroom wall until you’re sat on the cold tile. this shitshow is just the gift that keeps on giving. not only is your all-time favourite fuck buddy seeing other bitches, but said bitch is a whole ass man, who’s sassier than you are. 

“i didn’t know cheollie swung that way.” you mutter. 

“i didn’t know he swung your way either. guess our boyfriend was playing us both, hm?”

you scoff, offended that he’d even lump you in with him like you’re some sort of team. “he is not my boyfriend. how long have you been seeing him??” 

“since april.” the same as you. fuck. “he’s not mine either. but does it even matter who was taking him up the ass first? we’ve both been led on, sweetheart.” 

“shut up.” you grit. you could’ve gone your entire life without having to hear you were unknowingly sharing a dick with this cocky ass twink. “and for your information, i never took him.” 

“oh wow.” jeonghan sighs, though it sounds too much like a whine. “is this why cheollie’s always so rough with me? because he…hah…cops it from you?” 

you blink, turning your volume to the max and listening to the unmistakable noises coming from the other end: the shuffling of fabric, barely concealing the slick sounds beneath it. 

“are you seriously fucking jerking off?” 

jeonghan huffs, and you can just hear the way he smirks through the phone. “can you blame me? you sent me a video of my man eating a pretty fucking pussy.” 

“oh my god.” you can only say in disbelief. 

the noises come to a halt, as you can imagine jeonghan’s hand did. against your will, your mind conjures up an image of the way he must be gripping himself right now: cock twitching in his fist, begging for any friction, but refusing to move until your voice is at his ear again. 

until you tell him it’s okay. 

he audibly gulps. “…is that too much?” 

you stare at the tiles of the bathroom floor. the room around you goes blurry as you focus on nothing but his shaky puffs of air on the other end.

you don’t know how it’s come to this. but fuck if you’re not gonna channel all this adrenaline somewhere. 

for a moment, the only response from your end is something shuffling. jeonghan only realises what’s happening when you spit, and he smirks since he knows it must be on your own fingers. 

“i didn’t say stop, did i?” you tell him in a whisper, breath hitching when your fingers swirl over your clit. 

jeonghan moans through a laugh, and you throb under your fingers at the noise. 

“oh, i’ll do whatever you want.” he drawls. 

most people would be devastated if they were in your position: realising that the only dick you’ve been letting cum inside of you, was also getting sticked into holes that didn’t belong to you. and you were devastated over the revelation for all of like a few minutes before just… having phone sex with owner of said holes?

after you came on your fingers to the sound of jeonghan doing much the same on his end, then sat in a puddle of your arousal and regret as you caught your breath, jeonghan’s mellow tone was enough to still your scattered thoughts. 

“don’t feel bad, pretty.” he cooed to you, reading the silence exactly for what it was. “he hid us from each other. looks like this was why, huh?” 

in fact, it was. 

you stayed up all night texting jeonghan from your own phone once you slid back into bed like nothing happened. after one hell of a first impression, it surprised you how well you and jeonghan got on as you properly got to know each other. how often you giggled at his jokes, how attracted you were to him in the selfie he sent where you nearly mistook him for a girl again. 

how you pressed your thighs together when his words turned filthier in response to the selfie you sent back.

you were almost disappointed when seungcheol woke you up the following morning by pressing his morning wood against your ass. it was the fact that you couldn’t invite jeonghan over to see if he’s just as good as through the phone, and all you had was this lying, fat cock throbbing bitchass... 

“where’s this coming from?” seungcheol chuckles as you straddle him, pissed off at him and pent up by jeonghan; grinding your clothed heat right down onto his in chase of friction. 

“just you, cheollie.” you smile lopsided at him, mind elsewhere. 

you think back to memory of jeonghan fucking his fist to the sound of your voice, how wrecked and pretty his moans were. thinking back to the nudes he sent you when the conversation steered to just sexting, how his cock was weeping around his fingers and onto his toned stomach. 

as you rode seungcheol, you did so selfishly. you kept your eyes screwed shut as you rocked on him, uncaring for the movement he needs to get off, your thoughts consumed entirely with the guy he’s been seeing behind your back. the guy you fully intend to start seeing behind his back.

you imagine it’s jeonghan’s slender cock fucking right into your g-spot right now instead of cheol’s girthier length. you imagine it’s jeonghan’s soft moans beneath you instead of cheol’s rough grunts. you imagine it’s jeonghan’s lithe fingers coming to rub at your clit instead of cheol’s thick ones. 

you almost called out the wrong name as your orgasm seized you. 

luckily you didn’t, or else seungcheol would’ve refused to leave your place; especially since you were basically pushing him out the door while he was still in post-nut clarity.

after your place was free of one man, you took your pretty ass to the shower, freshened up, and texted the other man your address.

jeonghan fucked you so good and so thoroughly you damn nearly texted seungcheol and thanked him. 

most people in your position would probably be giving you nasty side eye for it. now, you’re only devastated over seungcheol hiding him purely because you’ve been missing out. 

and well, jeonghan fully intends to make up for lost time. 

you were both on the same page about this being your shared little secret from seungcheol, his own personal karma. but you didn’t intend to stop seeing him, no — that’s where half the fun came from.

jeonghan fit into your days so easily as if the spot was there waiting for him. you texted and called him just as much as seungcheol. whenever your man couldn’t come around, you’d be calling your other man right over. 

you started filming sex tapes with seungcheol for the sole purpose of watching them back with jeonghan. you’d reenact them with him as they played in the background: sometimes he’d be seungcheol and press you into the mattress as he fucked you, sometimes you’d be seungcheol and you’d ride him until he was a shaking mess. 

whenever seungcheol preferred one of you over the other for the week — one being told that he was busy and would make it up next week, the other being fucked into oblivion by him — you always made sure no one else was left out. you traded photos of the messy state he’d leave you in, retold the sex in detail over call as the other got off to your voice: jeonghan jerking off to you telling how seungcheol bent you over a desk, you fingering yourself to jeonghan telling how he deepthroated seungcheol. 

you always have jeonghan over after him. never before. seungcheol’d smell his other lover on you in an instant, and god forbid choi seungcheol feel left out. 

some days it feels like you’re just fucking seungcheol so that you can get a round two with jeonghan once he’s gone. and you’d feel bad, if only seungcheol didn’t try to gatekeep jeonghan first — in an effort to protect his own fears of being the one left out, of course. 

how ironic.

“where he goes low,” jeonghan had cooed to you once, rubbing the aches out from your back in the post-sex haze. “we go lower.”

and you’ve been living by that.

as per usual, jeonghan gets to your place so quickly after seungcheol’s left that you’re worried their cars may have passed by each other. 

he can’t help it. jeonghan’s favourite thing ever is tasting his man while he’s fucking his girl. once you texted him that you let seungcheol fuck you raw, he didn’t even reply. rather, you got the life360 notification that he’d left his house to know that he was instantly on his way over after reading that, forgetting to let you know in text. 

and, lucky for you both, seungcheol left behind his hoodie. 

after jeonghan lets himself in, he finds you laying on your bed in nothing but just that — the smell of sweat and sex and seungcheol still heady in the air. 

you smile at your man, spreading your legs and showing where you’re cupping your hand over your pussy to keep your other man’s cum from leaking out. 

“oh, baby, you’re too good to me.” jeonghan praises in a broken voice, mindlessly throwing his keys somewhere across the room as he dives onto the mattress, sights honed in on what you’ve got for him between your legs. 

you cry out when his mouth latches onto your pussy as if by a magnetic pull. your hands tangle in his hair, trying your best to not just rip the strands out — still sensitive from how seungcheol left you. 

you hadn’t even gotten off, in fact. you’d insisted to him that you wanted to be edged, with the promise that next time he could make you cum til you fainted. and well, you still intend to make good on that promise — but it’s also because jeonghan’s greedy ass isn’t satisfied unless he’s pulled at least two orgasms out of you and some days you nearly can’t take it. call it suffering from success. 

now with the treat you’ve left for him between your thighs, you’re sure you’ll be in for him rewarding you with a handful of orgasms. 

he’s so lost in the sauce that he doesn’t even realise he had his eyes shut until he’s missing the sight of your face. you watch his lashes flutter open, his pretty brown eyes flicking up to your face: lips curling in a satisfied smile as he licks a hard stripe from your hole to clit. 

his chin and cheeks glisten with the messy mixture of fluids. he keeps bobbing his head like that, applying pressure with his tongue just to see you tremble above him. he’s so in tune with your body at this point that he cocks a brow as a thought clicks in his head. 

he pouts. “aw, baby. did cheollie not make you cum?” 

he blows air out on your clit experimentally, and his eyes shade over with how you shudder at the barest contact. 

you shake your head. “told him not to. wanted it to be you, hannie.” 

for such a sharp tongue, you render jeonghan speechless for a beat. his grin stretches wider across his soaked face, and he’s looking at you like he could grant you the whole world if you only asked. 

“you can’t be saying shit like that, sweetheart.” he sighs, plunging two lithe fingers into your core and delighting in the way you sob a moan. “if you ever want me to get rid of me..”

“not happening.” you grit out, throwing your head back when he starts to pump his fingers slowly. 

he sucks in a sharp inhale, one of necessity because you’ve got him that breathless. 

“ah. you must really like me.” he curls his fingers until he hits that spongey spot, tutting at how your thighs clamp around his head in kind. “lucky me, ‘cause i am crazy about you.” 

jeonghan reattaches his mouth to your pussy, lips closing around your clit to suck on the bundle of nerves. you’re sure he must feel how you’re throbbing under his tongue and around his fingers. cheol left you teetering off the edge, so you knew you’d be a goner when jeonghan got here so soon afterwards. 

his fingers relentlessly curl inside of you, his mouth switching between kitten licks and suctioning on your clit until you’re shouting out something that might be his name — orgasm completely taking over your body. 

you think you die a little with how hard and fast it slammed into you. jeonghan’s diligent to lick and fuck you through it, so you’re not sure how long it is before you come down, chest fighting to catch breath and throat sore from the exertion. 

you weakly tilt your chin down at jeonghan, who’s leaving gentle pecks on your inner thigh as he waits for you. his eyes catch on yours and he smirks, no doubt plotting something behind that beautiful face. 

jeonghan inches his fingers out, and you wince as his knuckles drag deliberately against your walls. his fingers are completely drenched: his saliva, your cum, and some of seungcheol’s too. 

he licks his lips at the sight but restrains himself, instead bringing his hand to your mouth. 

you don’t waste a second in closing your lips around his fingers, ravenous as the sharp tang lights up your palate. you can recognise each of your separate tastes and you mewl, taking jeonghan’s fingers until they tap the back of your throat. he cusses lowly before he retracts his hand. 

when your gazes meet again, you see your reflection with how wide jeonghan’s pupils were dilated. 

you grab jeonghan by the scruff of his hair and pull him up your body until his face is just short of yours. you tilt it back with a tug, his neck exposed and bobbing with a gulp. 

your face hovers over his and he opens his mouth expectantly, lips stretched in a helpless smile as he presents his tongue. 

you spit straight onto it, watching how his pupils eclipse even more of his irises in pure delight. 

he moans as he swallows the mess of fluids down — the taste of you, cheol and himself sliding down his throat.

you don’t wait another moment before mashing your lips together, kissing him with more tongue and teeth than anything. 

your free hand fumbles for his lap, palming over the prominent bulge in his shorts. you can tell he’s not wearing boxers (they’d be useless) when his length twitches at your touch, the fabric already soaked with precum. 

“fuck,” jeonghan gasps, chuckling into the kiss. “i might cum.” 

he plunges his fingers right back into your pussy, scissoring you open as he feels for cheol’s cum still pooled deep in your core. he doesn’t want to waste a single drop — he fully intends to fuck it right back into you, feeling both his man and his girl’s cum around his cock. just the thought has his moaning again. 

“can you imagine— hah— how fucking mad he’d be?” he rasps out, hips bucking into the delicious friction your palm offers. 

“oh, god—“ you giggle. “how d’you think he’d react?”

“probably break it off with us both, the big jealous baby.” he huffs out a laugh, wincing when your pussy clamps around his fingers. “but it’s alright, sweetheart, i’d be lucky to just have you.” 

the concept is almost inconceivable at this point: only having jeonghan. you’ve gotten so used to having two men to choose from depending on your mood. to being fucked twice in a day by two different cocks. 

you know that sooner or later it’ll come out. you’ve gotten reckless lately: blatantly texting jeonghan in front of cheol, not even pretending to be bummed when he says he can’t come see you. hell, there was one time where you and jeonghan were mysteriously busy — fucking each other to the tune of your phones ringing as cheol took turns calling you both. 

in fact, it’s made it even more exhilarating. knowing you’ve both got this over him, knowing how much he’d hate it and how it’s his own fault. it’s too bad he didn’t lock either of you down while he had the chance — they’d call him king arthur if he was able to seperate you and jeonghan now. 

about to die from the impatience, you tug jeonghan’s sweatpants down enough for his cock to spring free. he hisses when you wrap a tight fist around him, adding a third finger into your pussy in response. 

“ah, ah— gonna need to fuck you like now.” jeonghan says shakily, pulsing violently in the circle of your hand. “i’m close to making a fool of myself.” 

you nod, laying back into your pillows for him.

“you gotta be fucking…” 

the sound of seungcheol’s low voice through the wall has you leaping out of your skin, but jeonghan simply keeps you laid on your back with a hand pressed onto your tummy. 

your door swings open to reveal your other lover, standing in the frame with smoke pouring from his ears. 

jeonghan isn’t the least bit startled. doesn’t halt his fingers either; just draws out the pumps, leaving you trembling as you stare at seungcheol with guilty, teary eyes. 

“ah, cheollie, it’s about time.” jeonghan drawls. 

you stifle a moan when jeonghan curls a single finger to hit your g-spot, just to be mean. “what are you..?” 

“i came to get my hoodie.” seungcheol’s frown deepens as he takes in your naked form under said hoodie, eyes honing in on where your body connects with jeonghan’s fingers. “what the fuck are you doing?!”

“yah, you can’t ask a girl that when you’re the one who broke into her house.” jeonghan says, speeding up his fingers at the other man watching. 

“the door was unlocked.” seungcheol deadpans. 

you shoot a glance at jeonghan, who just shrugs, guilty. (in his rush to get to you, he forgot to lock your front door behind him.)

jeonghan curls his fingers again, and this time you can’t help the moan that leaves you. seungcheol steps into the room, successfully provoked. 

“fucking— just—” he rambles, looking like he’s two seconds from prying jeonghan’s hand out of you. “what the fuck is this?”

jeonghan shrugs with that same shit-eating grin. knowing he won’t get a serious answer out of him, seungcheol addresses you by name. “why—how do you know him?” 

“you tell me.” you snap back, wriggling your hips lower to give jeonghan even better access in spite. “why don’t you introduce us?” 

“wouldn’t that be nice.” jeonghan coos to you. “i think he’s too scared we’ll fuck each other though.” 

“god, you two really are alike, aren’t you..” seungcheol sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“oh, so he has a type.” jeonghan says. “your greed sickens me. but i get it, i’m no better. not since i got a taste of her too.” 

at that, jeonghan pulls his fingers out, only to wrap them around his cock and line himself up with your pussy — eyes never leaving seungcheol. 

your other lover walks further into the room until he stops just short of the foot of the bed. he runs a hand through his hair like you’re both stressing him the fuck out (you are), completely helpless to just witnessing this. 

“wait. jeonghan, don’t.” seungcheol’s usual commanding tone is lost on him, the words instead delivered as a weak plea. 

jeonghan hums, unconvinced as he swirls his tip at your hole. 

“please don’t,” seungcheol's close to begging. it's almost like he’s in a trance as he drops to the floor on his knees, unable to rip his eyes away from jeonghan’s tip nearly breaching into your wet warmth. “jeonghan.”

through half-lidded eyes you glance at seungcheol kneeling before you, his hand creeping towards the very evident tent in his grey sweats. 

“please what?” jeonghan teases, pre leaking all over your pussy. 

seungcheol gulps down the size of a boulder.

“please don’t stop.” 

per his request, he doesn’t. with one snap of his hips jeonghan pushes into you, and all three of you moan as he fills you up. 

you pulse around him once he bottoms out, and jeonghan shudders as the mixture of cum all up in your pussy gushes around his cock. 

“shit, baby. let’s hope i can last in front of cheollie,” jeonghan snickers in a low voice meant just for your ears. he throws a look over his shoulder at your other lover. “if you can hold back on cumming, i’ll let you join.” 

the older man mumbles something under his breath (can’t be anything nice), but he listens anyways — gripping both of his thighs while trying to ignore the painful pulsing between them. if he touches himself at all while watching you both, he’s going to fail. 

he resolves to biting his tongue as jeonghan starts to fuck you properly, in hopes he might draw blood to distract from how his boner’s screaming at him for some god damn relief. 

the room sounds like a literal porn set: wet slapping and squelching, neither you and jeonghan holding back on your moans with full intents of pissing seungcheol off. 

you could almost forget he’s even there when jeonghan starts slamming into you, your body shuffling up the bed from the force. he cants your hips up so he can angle his thrusts just right into your g-spot, and you all but sob when a thumb comes to circle your clit. 

“just one more f’me,” jeonghan pants out, and almost like on command your pussy starts spasming around him. “yeah, that’s it, that’s my good baby.” 

seungcheol’s cock is so stiff he think he might just die. where your orgasm ends, jeonghan’s starts — but he doesn’t stop rubbing at your clit, pushing you into overstimulation just because he wants to feel you completely wring him dry. 

both of your moans as jeonghan shoots his load inside of you is the sexiest and most torturous sound seungcheol’s ever heard. he’s almost bitten his tongue in half by the time jeonghan’s pulling out, quick to cup his hand over your pussy to make sure nothing seeps out. 

jeonghan gives seungheol a once over to ensure there’s no cum stain on his sweats before cocking his head in your direction, beckoning the other man over. “want a taste?” 

seungcheol’s on his feet and at the bed within seconds. he doesn’t waste another moment in latching his mouth to your pussy, the mess of mixed cum gushing onto his tongue. your back’s arching from the sensitivity, but it’s futile trying to writhe away from seungcheol when he’s eating you out like a man on the brink of starvation.

jeonghan keeps your legs open with one hand pressing your thigh to the bed, the other hand planted in seungcheol’s hair — praising and directing him as he holds his head down. your head is spinning from the overstimulation. the promise you made to cheol be damned, you think you’re going to faint now if he pulls another orgasm out of you. 

jeonghan must see it: the glazed, faraway look in your eyes, how you’ve gone almost dumb with the pleasure. 

high off the surge in pride, he takes his hand from your thigh and kneads seungcheol’s ass. it’s all the warning he gets before a thumb prods at his hole. 

seungcheol’s response is muffled when jeonghan shoves his face even further into your pussy. he doesn’t push in, just circles the rim with enough pressure to make cheol shiver. 

jeonghan’s other hand then reaches down into seungcheol’s sweats and grips his weeping cook. as out of it as you are, your hand replaces his to tug at seungcheol’s hair — keeping him in place as you hump at his mouth, basically riding his face to reach one last orgasm. 

jeonghan has no mercy as he jerks seungcheol off: fist closed so tight to the point it must be painful, moving so fast he can’t feel his arm. 

your nth orgasm hits first: ripping through your body and soaking seungcheol’s face, the taste of all of your cum coating his tongue. a mere few strokes later and seungcheol’s orgasms follows with a pitiful sob into your pussy. 

he shoots ropes across your sheets before collapsing into them, head lolled across your bare thigh. 

jeonghan pats his ass with a satisfied hum. “well damn. if you wanted to cuck, cheollie, you could’ve just asked.” 

he rolls his eyes. “fuck doing that again. you know i hate being left out.” 

“doesn’t feel good, does it?” you remind him, fingers threading through his sweaty hair. 

seungcheol grumbles. “so you found out about each other and now you fuck, is that right?” you both nod at him, and he sulks. “this is exactly why i didn’t say anything!” 

jeonghan tuts. “you better get used to sharing, cheollie.”

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When Seungcheol walks through the door with the biggest shit-eating smirk on his stupidly handsome face, you know he's up to something. It makes you want to tear off the beanie snug around his head. Oh. And maybe the rest of his clothes too.

"What is it?" you grouse out as he stands expectantly in front of the television screen. "This better be important because I'm missing the finale."

He knows this but still blocks the screen. Because he's also unbearingly smug, aware of how you can't stop checking him out. Where else are you supposed to divert your eyes when he's in the way though?

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Seungcheol has the audacity to wink at you through his clear-rimmed glasses, "you'll like it lots."

You easily feign disgust. "Why in the world do you think I will?"

"Because," he rocks back on the balls of his feet. Hands burying deep inside the pockets of his gray sweatpants only helps exemplify the outline of his big, long, thick dick inside. "You like me."

"Please. I've kept my end of the bargain so don't go assuming that I haven't."

It's the way his smirk grows wider that stops you from throwing even more daring accusations his way. You also know what kind of man he is. It was very obvious what you signed up for after agreeing to be his roommate. 

To ignore all his minor inconvenient and annoying tendencies in exchange for basically living without having to drop a dime for rent or groceries in a nice apartment.

"You like my dick."

Oh. And free cock. The best and biggest kind of cock you might have ever encountered and probably will ever again. No strings attached.

Except everyone knows that those nonexistent strings very much so exist. And are attached. To Seungcheol's cock. Not the man himself. Definitely not. He knows it. Your best friends know it. His own friends might know it too.

Even the couch knows. You grimace. Thinking back to the night before. And the night before that. And last week — 

Yeah, the couch definitely knows.

"Yeah occasionally, and?"

You continue to glower straight at Seungcheol's crotch as it seemingly moves closer to you. Every step he takes causes his cock to jostle slightly in his pants. Your jaw aches instinctually and you know you're probably drooling.

Disgusting.

But you are a dedicated whore.

"Occasionally, my ass," Seungcheol mutters in disbelief, more to himself if anything, already half hard. 

It's truly unfair how you frown cutely, seated below him so prettily with a rebellious glint in your eyes. Oh, how he loves to fuck that attitude out of you. Even now, the way your lips curl down in faux disgust causes his hips to jut forward.

"You're insatiable," you mock when he shifts even closer until his clothed cock nearly presses against your nose. Suddenly enveloped in his scent, you can't help but go ahead and nuzzle teasingly against his bulge.

"Says the one who begged to be filled up this morning."

His words make your hole clench pitifully, causing you to purse your lips. Soaked and stickied fabric sits between your legs. Not just from being constantly wet around this man. But the same stupid man who had naughtily pulled your panties back up to cover your poor spent and abused pussy after a long, hard sleepy fuck to ensure not a drop was wasted after cumming deep inside.

And you loved it. There was something special, something you treasured about feeling full of his messy release coating in and all over your cunt. It surely beats the warmth of his arms you've never felt when he nonchalantly throws the covers over your shoulders and saunters out with a literal bounce in his step.

You wonder why Seungcheol even bothers paying and staying in a two bedroom apartment when you both end up in the same bed. Maybe the variety of wondering who will crawl under whose blankets makes it all worthwhile.

"What did you want to show me?" you fire back.

"Oh," an eyebrow raises, "you think you deserve to see?" 

The feeling of his hand pushing your forehead back is harsh enough that your tongue automatically pokes out with the expectation of a heavy cock laid upon it. Instead, his fingers that stroke your cheek are gentle. Seungcheol is not a kisser. But the featherlight tracing of circles along your neck make up for it.

Your eyes roll back when his thumb rubs along your throat, the rest of his fingers wrapping around with a gentle squeeze.

"Hm?"

"Of course."

"I don't think so." Seungcheol's decision makes your jaw drop but he's not finished yet. "Always acting out and misbehaving like a total brat. Have I still not fucked you hard enough?"

You wince, shifting in your seat lightly, because that statement is not entirely untrue. For sure, you can't recall the last time you weren't at least a little bit sore, struggling to sit comfortably with how brutally he's had his way consensually with you. Still. Nothing will ever be enough to fully rid you of your brattiness.

It's simply a part of your wonderful personality that everyone should appreciate more. And Seugncehol does. He adores everything about you.

Not that you would know. You don't even attempt to understand the pondering look in his dark brown eyes while he casually squeezes and releases his grip around your throat. Unaware that he's thinking about purchasing that cute collar and leash set he saw. Gifting it to you as a one-year anniversary celebration present since you moved in. Wondering what color would suit you best.

"Shirt off, wanna see your pretty body."

It's easy to maintain eye contact and a naughty smile until the shirt has to be pulled off your head. There's no need to wear a bra at home, nipples already perking up before your upper body is bare. Surprisingly Seungcheol doesn't focus on your tits as expected and you meet his eyes again with a questioning stare.

"Show me," he coughs, changing his tune, "show me if you kept your tiny lil hole filled up."

Your cheeks burn. Not out of shame. It's just his stupid effect. Legs already shaking, you stand. He backs up, giving you space and crosses his arms, eyebrows pinching together as he observes every single movement. Your trembling hands tug at your sleep shorts that barely cover anything.

"Turn around."

You obey, of course. Sucking in a harsh breath and bracing yourself as you throw your shorts on the floor, sticking your ass out on purpose. You're sure your panties are an absolute mess to look at — you can feel it — and Seungcheol's loud grunt only confirms the truth that it's a visual to die for.

Even though the best part hasn't even started yet.

Continuing to bend over, you ease them down slowly. Slower than necessary. Every slide down further and further makes the fabric stick to your center, a filthy mixture of arousal and Seungcheol's cum drenching it. A clear string of your essence clings to the material when you finally get them off and his low curses only make your pride swell, pussy lips fluttering and pushing out more of a mess.

"You touched yourself." His disappointed tone is obvious. But the pleasant reminder of flicking lazy circles on your clit over your panties while dipping an occasional finger to play and move around the cum inside makes your body thrum in pleasure. "Seriously? And you thought I was insatiable?"

"What's the matter? I was bored while you ran your silly errands and left me all alone," you purr. "You can just fill me up again. Maybe try and keep your dick deep inside this time. Or let me cockwarm you after, promise I won't waste a single drop."

When you lick your lips and wiggle your hips, Seungcheol scoffs. "Desperate little thing."

He shuffles closer, taking time to lick his palm like a heathen before roughly cupping your pussy. It's not like there's a need to wet his hand. But the heady way you can't help but watch how stupid sexy he looks through your eyelashes only eggs him on. Fingers spread your lower lips so the rest of the thick white globs can fall out and then he's slipping one inside your cunt.

"Not like much can fit in this tiny hole. Surprised you aren't pregnant yet after being stuffed full." Feeling you squeeze and suck his finger in more taunts him to add another. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? That's why you keep asking for it."

There's no time to adjust to the way he curls his fingers just right that you're already dizzy with pleasure. And then he speeds up, shoving them in at a rapid pace that fills the room with loud squelching sounds and whimpering moans.

Your hands brace the back of the couch for dear life, upper body already lurching forward with the way Seungcheol can render your body to his will completely. You're sensitive but it feels so fucking good. Any twinges of discomfort are drowned out by fuzzy pleasure.

Then suddenly, you're left empty. There's not much time to complain about it though before he's rubbing his hand across your ass, smearing it with the glistening sheen coating his fingers. Watching how your cheeks jiggle in time. 

You hear a hum, a tickling sensation tracing down your back before he's pulling you up by the back of your neck to lay flush against his chest.

Hips rut against your ass, betraying his desperation and messing up his sweatpants — not that the man cares. He probably revels in it. There's something that makes you weak in the knees, though, with Seungcheol fully clothed while you wait naked and bare for him to make the next move. 

One moment his hand slides from the back of your neck to the front in a gentle chokehold, muttering something about "had to make sure you're nice and empty to take another load" and the next moment the world spins as he pushes you down on the couch.

You land on your back, supported by his strong arms so you barely actually fall. Hovering above you, he finally rips off his beanie and you gasp when pink strands flutter out down to tickle your nose.

"You dyed your hair?"

"Yeah, thought it'd look prettiest between your legs." Your pussy flutters at the mention and so does your damn heart. "Besides, you know what the color is named?"

"What?"

"Lusty gallant." Seungcheol beams when you erupt into delighted laughter. "See, isn't it perfect?"

"It really is!"

"Knew you had a crush on me."

His pompous smirk makes your teeth grind and you spit out, "Where did that come from?"

"You think I'm gallant. Brave. Heroic. A gentleman."

"Did you know?" Your finger pokes at his firm chest, sliding down, down, and down. "It also means a big… fucking…" you grab at his cock hard, "flirt. Yeah, it is perfect."

He hisses at the harsh contact. "I'm not a flirt!"

"Hm, sure."

Of course, he relents when you squeeze him even tighter. "Alright… maybe just with you, though. You know you're the only one I fuck. Can't help but rile you up, it's sexy."

You stick your tongue out in pure spite at him only to quickly retract it before he can pull at it like he enjoys. 

"You kept it long?"

It seems like such a hassle. You remember him pouting about doing something new with it and figured it'd be easier to cut before coloring it.

"You like pulling at it, so…"

"You like me pulling at it."

"Takes two to tango," he grins and leans back to tug off his pants. His cock slaps against the t-shirt covering up abs. Red. Hard. Angry. Oozing loads of pre-cum. "I could sit here all day instead?"

You go to sit up, ready to ride the smirking man into oblivion and shut him the hell up but he clicks his tongue, caging you in between his arms and keeping you on your back. 

"No, sweet stuff. I'm on top today. And you're gonna have to put what you want inside you yourself." 

As if it's a challenge. You bite your lip to try and stop your coy smile from lighting up your face. One last, tight clutch around his thick cock for good measure before you rub it along your outer pussy lips. 

"No," Seungcheol huffs out, "no teasing." 

It's a goddamn power trip for this man to be so close to losing control. You guide the large head inside your hole, knowing if you take it a bit too far any longer, you'll be in trouble if he has to beg. 

Despite the slow pace you take to ease his fat girth inside, once he bottoms out with his balls settled against your asscheeks — the brutal thrusts of his hips begin. They snap at an unbelievably fast pace, so much so that your body jerks uncomfortably against the scratchy material of the couch. Head dangerously close to bumping against the arm rest. 

"Hold on to me, baby." 

Unlike most cases, you don't grab onto Seungcheol's shirt or even cling to his powerful shoulder blades. Instead, you grip onto the long pink strands of hair on the back of his neck. 

His head jerks back with a deep groan echoing in his throat before he buries into the crook of your neck. Biting as he also buries his cock deep within in your sweet cunt, hitting that spot only he is able to reach every single time. 

"Knew you had a thing for hair pulling." 

"If you're able to talk nonsense," he sits back, holding your hips harsh enough to bruise. "must not be fucking you hard enough, again." 

He says, "Sorry, baby," dripping in a copious amount of pathetic degradation that you clench so hard around him like a vice. Seungcheol chokes. But when you start to moan non-stop, he smiles like a victor. 

"Could fuck this tiny pussy so many times but it never loosens up. Gotta relax for me or I won't be able to fill you up properly." 

The bastard isn't helping much, the dirty talk and desperate need to be bred only making your head spin more. Legs wrap around his waist to pull him in even as your pussy threatens to push him out. 

Seungcheol falls silent himself, too entranced by the creamy ring forming around his cock where your bodies connect. 

Promises of filling you up finally fall from his mouth as he nears his peak. Whispers of "mine" and "yours" he thinks you can't hear in your state but you always do. Reminiscing over them when you're alone at night. 

But that's not what matters at this moment as white noise fills your ears, almost blanking out as another incredible orgasm rocks your entire body. Seungcheol's release hits right as yours finishes, pelvis pressing close against yours to make sure you take every single drop as promised. 

He hates to even move away. But a couple shallow thrusts are enough to satiate his need to ensure your sweet pussy won't waste even a little bit until you whine from the oversensitivity. 

The urge to kiss your forehead is strong as you come down from your high. Instead, he simply stares at you with starry eyes in the vulnerable moment. 

One day, Seungcheol convinces himself that he'll be brave enough to utter what traitorously rings through his heart and entire being when he's with you. He's sure it's not the after-nut feelings but maybe it's best to wait until he's not balls-deep inside, too blissed and fucked out that he accidentally blurts it aloud. 

Perhaps he will when he gives you the collar and leash, a diamond-encrusted heart with his initials on the front and yours on the back. Tilting his head, he still isn't sure if pink, black, or red suit you best because you're too perfect. 

Maybe he'll consider white? Totally not a thought influenced by the gorgeous stains coating your most intimate parts and inner thighs. 

Definitely not. 

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Muttering under his breath, Seungcheol loosens his grip on the controller only to feel it vibrate in his hands and to see his character die in the game.

“Oh, what the fuck! This isn’t fair.”

Wonwoo raises a brow, sliding his arm under your back to lift you toward him as he glances at the man sitting at his desk. He knew that Seungcheol knew the rules so he just watched as the man pressed restart with a pout on his face. Wonwoo couldn’t help but grin situating you into his lap, your knees on either side of his strong but slender thighs.

“Come on baby, give him a pep talk. At this point, the poor man is going to be running around the same area while I make you cum to the point of exhaustion and then he won’t get to fuck you because you won’t be able to stay awake.”

Heat spreads across your cheeks at Wonwoo’s words, but you knew he wasn’t joking. Not with that dark look in his eyes and with the way his hips were pistoning into you like a man on a mission. You knew you were leaking obscenely over his cock and his thighs, but it only served to make him work harder.

“Cheollie…oh god! I need you to win the game. I want your cock too. Don’t you want my pussy around your cock? Haven’t you missed me? Just be a good boy and don’t curse.”

The sound of an exasperated breath escapes Seungcheol’s lips at your words. The man shakes his head in disbelief at how filthy your little mouth could be and he finds himself wanting to stuff it full of his cock or fingers instantly.

“You have no idea how fu—freaking distracting you are right now Y/N. This game is already a…it’s hard, but I also have to listen to your slutty little mouth running and moaning behind me and there isn’t a thing I can do about it.”

Wonwoo smirks when you smile at Seungcheol’s words and how he manages to skip around the words that would get him sent back to the beginning of the level once again. A sharp slap to your ass draws your attention back to your boyfriend who lifts his brows at you, his bottom lip caught in his teeth between groaning breaths.

“I’m sorry, Seungcheol. I just can’t be quiet. Not when Wonwoo’s so deep inside of me and when I know that you are so hard. I can’t help but want you both inside of me. Try harder for me? I need you to fuck me. I might cry if you don’t.”

Laughing, Seungcheol lifts his hand from the controller briefly to brush his hair back as he bites back the urge to curse. He was now further in the game than he had been all night so maybe your little pep talk was actually working. Either way, he wanted to give you exactly what you wanted while also teaching you just who he was.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, baby. I’ll make sure you cry, how does that sound? Now let me finish this game so I can show your boyfriend a thing or two, huh?”

When you giggle, amused with Seungcheol’s answer, Wonwoo’s hand meets your ass once again causing you to moan his name as you clench around him tightly.

“So much talk and not enough playing. Mm, she’s gonna cum, Cheol. You’re gonna miss the first one. What a damn shame, all because you can’t restrain your mouth.”

With his thumb pressed against your clit, Wonwoo keeps his eyes on your face as he watches you fall apart on his cock for the first time that night. Seungcheol’s groan fills the room, but instead of the sound of a pleasured groan, it is an annoyed one as he listens to your whining moans. Slowing his thrusts, Wonwoo lets his fingers trail along your thighs. A smirk on his face, eyes locked on yours, your boyfriend lets you roll your hips over him to ride out your high.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

Lifting a hand to his face, Wonwoo pushes sweat from his brow before looking over at Seungcheol. The man’s shoulders tense, his eyes locked on the screen as he tries desperately to keep his attention on the task at hand. Even from where he was Wonwoo could see how far Seungcheol was in the game. He had played it so many times he knew the map by heart and with you still clenching around him, he knew you were desperate for another orgasm.

“Watch that building Cheol. You’ll get hit and sent back.”

Surprised by his friend’s merciful tip, Seungcheol almost misses the gunmen hiding in the building but is able to dodge the shot letting out a sigh under his breath. You watch under lowered lids as the man bites at his plush lips trying to keep any forbidden words from slipping between them.

“Oh god…that’s so good. Wonwoo, he’s getting so far. I need more, go harder?”

Leaning his head forward, Seungcheol laughs in disbelief at what he is hearing and missing. Forcing himself to keep his eyes forward, just a growl of frustration slipping from his bitten lips. When Seungcheol finally drops the controller onto the desk with a loud thud, the screen proudly displays the level complete.

Wonwoo can only laugh, his hand resting next to your head as he thrusts into you hard and deep like you had asked. His eyes meet Seungcheol’s as the man swivels the chair around to take in the scene in front of him.

“I did it. I finished it.”

Nodding, Wonwoo smirks at his friend, lifting his hand to brush your hair from your eyes as he leans you back on the bed so you can look at Seungcheol.

“And now you want your prize, Cheollie?”

Scoffing, Seungcheol nods before moving to stand from his chair. You can’t help the way your eyes fall on the obvious bulge in the front of his sweatpants that causes your mouth to water and for you to clench around Wonwoo.

“I think I deserve it. You have no fucking idea how hard that was. All that moaning and whining behind my back. You like having cock inside you that much, little whore?”

Watching the man, you arch your back letting out a moan when Wonwoo’s teeth graze over your soft skin near your nipple. Your boyfriend’s low chuckle draws your attention back to him only for him to tilt your head back towards Seungcheol so you can watch the man undress.

“Don’t be rude, Princess. He earned this, didn’t he? You’ve whined about wanting him back in our bed.”

Seungcheol smirks at Wonwoo’s words, his hands making quick work of his shirt letting your eyes drink in the sight before you. Whining Seungcheol’s name, you cling to the sheet under you causing the fabric to strain under your fingertips. You knew the man was teasing you just as much as you knew your boyfriend was enjoying the way your pussy was clenching around his cock.

“What is it, Y/N? Am I not moving fast enough for you? I had to sit at that desk for almost an hour listening to Wonwoo’s fingers fucking you and then his dick. Do you realize how wet you get and how loud it is? Do you even know how to muffle your moans?”

Shaking your head no, you feel your cheeks heat up. Wonwoo smiles against your breasts before leaning to sit up, his hands sliding along your thighs. The man’s eyes fall between your legs to where his cock slowly enters you again and again.

“Would you want her to be quiet? If she had been, your dumbass would still be dodging headshots.”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, his thumbs pushing at his sweatpants. Grumbling under his breath, he steps forward letting his pants fall to the floor when his eyes meet yours, and his ego soars. Seungcheol can’t help but to smirk at how your mouth is watering over the sight of his cock. Tilting his head, he lifts his brow before stepping closer to the bed moving to rest his knee on the mattress, keeping just out of reach of you.

“What’s that look for, baby? You like what you see that much? You already have a cock inside you and you are looking at me like I’m something to eat. You want something in that cute little mouth?”

Reaching out, Seungcheol’s lips fall open at your soft gasp as his thumb brushes against your lips. The feeling of your warm tongue presses to the pad of his finger and the man’s mind spins with how much he wants you.

“Wonwoo…help me slide her back or I’ll pull her off your dick.”

Rolling his eyes, Wonwoo bites back his annoyance with Seungcheol choosing to give in to his request instead. You smile at your boyfriend as his hands lift at your hips and Seungcheol’s wrap under your arms so that the men can move you towards the end of the bed.

“You could have just asked me to move.”

Seungcheol laughs, his fingers brushing over your head before you feel his fingers tighten against your scalp causing you to whine into a moan. Wonwoo narrows his eyes until he watches your mouth fall open in pleasure, the other man leaning down to speak against your lips.

“What’s the fun in that? When you have two men here who’d happily move you all over this house to fuck you? Do me a favor and open that mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

Watching you follow Seungcheol’s requests, Wonwoo digs his fingers into your thighs quickening his thrusts, beginning to feel that sense of possessiveness rush over him like it had in the past when he had shared you. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do this, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, or that he didn’t enjoy it. The point was that it brought out a different side of Wonwoo, it made him want to claim you even more.

“You remember the rules, Cheol?”

Waving his hand at Wonwoo, Seungcheol dismisses his friend in place of watching your tongue slip from your mouth. A smirk spreads across his face, Seungcheol groans, his hand wrapping around his shaft so that he can guide his cock to your waiting mouth.

“Fuck, good girl. You look so pretty like this. Getting fucked and still wanting my cock down your throat.”

You can’t help but whine at Seungcheol’s words and the weight of his cock on your tongue. Your eyes locked on him, you lean forward to take his head into your mouth, relishing the sound of his groan when warmth envelopes him and you hollow your cheeks.

Fingers once again tighten in your hair, nails sliding against your scalp as Seungcheol leans his head back to close his eyes. The feeling of your mouth was almost as good as being between your thighs and he was going to commit it to memory.

Thrusting into you hard enough to send you towards Seungcheol, Wonwoo groans your name before pulling from you completely, causing you to whine around Seungcheol. With a sharp slap to your thigh, Wonwoo then leans down to press a kiss to your warm skin as his cock throbs at the loss of your warm walls around him. He just couldn’t finish first, not when Seungcheol was in the room, he needed to be the last person you were with.

“Take it all, Princess. There you go…all the way to your throat. Perfect.”

The moment the tip of Seungcheol’s cock hits the back of your throat and you gag around the man you have to pull back not only to breathe but because of the feeling of Wonwoo’s mouth between your legs. His lips wrap around your clit and with the same intensity you had been using to go down on Seungcheol, your boyfriend sucks at the sensitive bundle of nerves causing you to tighten your thighs around his head.

“Holy shit! Calm down, Y/N. I can’t cum in your mouth and I don’t want to. Fuck…keep your damn hips down. Can’t you see that Wonwoo is working hard for you? Don’t run away from him.”

The two men caused your head to spin. One minute they were arguing, biting at each other’s throats over nonsense and the next they were working together to drive you crazy. Sliding his hand along the center of your stomach, Seungcheol works his fingers between your legs using two of them to spread your folds for Wonwoo’s tongue. A smirk spreads across his features at your reaction, the way your back arches before he pushes you back down.

“You gonna cum on his tongue like a good little slut? Be a good girl for your boyfriend. He’s being generous tonight. Give him one more before I fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Nudging his nose against Seungcheol’s hand, Wonwoo groans against your folds before moving to wrap his arm around your thigh pulling you in closer to his mouth. You loved anytime that Wonwoo would eat you out but there was something different about tonight. There was something about how he seemed to be trying to prove a point with how quickly he could push you over the edge by knowing every inch of you.

“Oh my god…Wonwoo!”

Your fingers slide into the man’s hair, tightening harshly when you cum like both of the men had been urging you to do. Wonwoo smiles against your soft skin taking turns between licking you clean of the cum beginning to seep from your entrance to placing kisses on your swollen folds and clit.

“That’s my girl.”

Your cheeks burn at Wonwoo’s muffled words, your fingers gliding through his hair once again before the man’s gaze meets yours from between his legs. A glint of mischief in his eyes before he leans to nip at your thigh causing you to kick your legs playfully when he moves from between them.

“Cheol…need you now. I feel empty. You made promises.”

The man at your side can only laugh at your words and how you whine them on panting breaths. He loved to hear you beg for him but he wasn’t in the mood to deny you tonight, not when he had been waiting for so long to be inside you.

Sliding from the bed, Seungcheol can feel your eyes on him as he stops only to pick up the condom that Wonwoo had laid out for him. The same smirk that had been playing at his lips all night causes his lips to pull up to one side even as he holds the foil square between his teeth and rips it open.

You can’t seem to help how antsy you are in anticipation watching Seungcheol roll the condom over his thick cock. His eyes once again find you as he moves to take Wonwoo’s place. Warm, skillful hands slide over your sides to your legs as Seungcheol listens to your breaths become moans.

Wonwoo’s brows furrow, his cock resting back on his stomach as he settles into the chair beside the bed. Running his hand over his face, Wonwoo has a mental fight with himself on how long he will stay seated. How long he will be able to just sit there and watch his best friend touch you like that. It isn’t until you gasp out Seungcheol’s name, the older man’s hands pushing your legs towards your chest, his arms moving to pin yours at your side that Wonwoo makes another sound.

“Dammit, Cheol, be careful with her.”

Seungcheol smirks against your cheek, the feeling of your warm breath brushing against his face as he feels the heat of your pussy against his cock resting against your folds. Lifting his hips, the man glances towards Wonwoo with a questioning look before reaching between your bodies to line himself up with you and sinking into you slowly and deeply.

“I’m not doing anything she doesn’t want. You know your safe words don’t you, baby? Do you want me to treat you soft and gentle? Or…do you want me to keep my promise and wreck you?”

Tears run from the corners of your eyes as you whisper your answer to Seungcheol causing Wonwoo to curse under his breath. He already knew the answer but it was driving him crazy. He knew better than anyone how much you enjoyed Seungcheol treating you like this, he knew that you liked it when he treated you rough. There was a time and a place for gentle lovemaking and it wasn’t tonight.

“Please, Cheol…don’t stop. Feels so good, you’re so deep.”

Seungcheol chuckles into a groan. Your walls closing around him, the man nips at your lips before capturing them in a kiss for the first time that night swallowing your moan for himself. Wonwoo can only watch feeling as if he was tied to the chair, his cock leaking heavily against his abs.

“That’s right I am, Y/N. You like me deep? Hmm? Fuck, you are so tight. Wanna fill this pussy up with my cum, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? Leave it all dirty for you? Wonwoo would clean it up for you, wouldn’t you Wonwoo?”

Fingers digging into the chair, Wonwoo bites at his lips hearing you moan that you want it. He knew you were lost in the moment and he also knew there was no way, short of Seungcheol taking off the condom, that he could cum inside of you. This was a power trip and one that Seungcheol enjoyed far too much when it came to fucking you.

“You are fucking pushing your luck, Cheol. You’ll never do that to her.”

Seungcheol laughs, his lips sliding along your neck as he feels your thighs trembling against his chest under him. He could tell you were close, but so was he. Groaning out your name, Seungcheol runs his tongue along your neck to your ear whispering against your ear loud enough for Wonwoo to just barely hear.

“Never say never, right little whore?”

Scratching at his arms, you gasp out a moan loudly as your orgasm rips through you when Seungcheol’s cock hits you just right. Toes pointed, you find it hard to breathe, your vision clouded by tears from how intense the sensation is when the man burying his cock into you doesn’t slow down. Instead, Seungcheol chases his own high that quickly follows yours. With a loud groan, Seungcheol buries his face back against your neck as his cum fills the condom instead of you.

His hips coming to a stop, Seungcheol pants against your skin before leaning back to look down at you in wonder. Lifting his hand, the man rests it against your throat before running his fingers along your jaw and leaning down to kiss you deeply as he keeps his body connected to yours.

Swallowing hard, Wonwoo tilts his head. His own breath was unsteady from watching you and Seungcheol come undone together. He allows you both a few moments of silence until it becomes too much to handle and the sound of the chair under him sliding across the floor draws both yours and Seungcheol’s attention.

Lips pull up in a smile against your own before Seungcheol pulls away. A soft whimper escapes your lips to the feeling of the man sliding from you leaving you once again empty. Licking his lips, Seungcheol glances at Wonwoo unsure of what his reaction would be. He isn’t completely surprised when he meets an unamused gaze.

“Princess, did you have fun with Cheol?”

Nodding, you lift your own hand to your face pushing your hair from your eyes as Seungcheol helps you lower your legs. The man then slides from the bed completely not wanting to piss off Wonwoo any more than he already had.

“Mm, I had fun too, baby. Maybe we can do it again soon.”

Wonwoo purses his lips glancing back at Seungcheol who had already taken care of his condom.

“Soon" is a relative term. Do you still want me, Princess?”

Looking up at Wonwoo as if he had asked you the dumbest question possible, you watch the man’s lips turn up in a smile when you reach for him. Seungcheol’s brows lift as his friend moves back onto the bed without first telling him to leave.

“Did you want me to…”

“Sit the fuck down and watch, Cheol.”

With his brow lifting, Seungcheol clears his throat before doing as Wonwoo wants. His hands find the arms of the chair, similar to how Wonwoo had when he had been sitting before, but it felt different for Seungcheol.

“You see…” Wonwoo grins looking down at you, his fingernails running along your thigh to pull your leg up towards his hip allowing you to do the same on the other side as he pushes into you with one slow thrust. “Where you can talk shit and say how much you want to fill her up…I can do it.”

A breath escapes Seungcheol’s lips and as much as you want to look over to the man, the feeling of Wonwoo’s cock pushing against your cervix keeps you where you are. Your lips fall open in a moan and much like Seungcheol had done, Wonwoo leans to kiss you collecting the moan for himself. Teeth nip at your lips leaving them feeling swollen and bitten as Wonwoo’s cock fills you deeply and completely with each skillful, knowing thrust.

“That’s what you want isn’t it, Y/N? Cum dripping out of you? You wanna let Seungcheol see what he can do? Let him learn his fucking place?”

When you nod, Seungcheol lifts his hand to his lips pushing at them as his cock throbs against his thigh once again hard. He knew he should be pissed off that Wonwoo was talking so much shit but instead, he was fascinated by it all.

“Please, Wonwoo…I need it.”

Wonwoo pouts in faux concern at the whine in your tone as you beg for his cum. He was close and he was going to give you exactly what you wanted. Nodding, your boyfriend nips at your lips once again whispering how much he loves you against them as the coil that had been winding inside of him snaps. You feel his warm cum spilling into you only to be pushed out with each deep thrust.

Seungcheol can only groan at the sight, his breath getting caught in his throat. Even if it wasn’t his cum dripping out of your pussy it was still the most beautiful thing he had seen all night. He could just imagine pushing it back into you. As if he could sense what his friend wanted, Wonwoo slips from you only to reach between your legs. Two fingers brush between your swollen folds to find your dripping entrance. Your loud moans once again fill the room as Wonwoo fucks his cum back into you with his fingers making sure he feels your cum running down his wrist along with his own before he stops.

“Fuck, perfect.”

Whispered words tickle your ear as Wonwoo slides his fingers from you. His lips pepper your neck and shoulder until you feel the bed shift as the man slides from it completely. The feeling of Seungcheol’s plush lips finds your cheek along with the warmth of his chuckle as he whispers for you to get some rest your eyes close when both men leave you in the room alone. It isn’t until Wonwoo’s hands run along your hips and his deep voice mutters against your ear sometime later that you whine in protest causing him to laugh.

“You’ve slept long enough. You need to take a shower and eat something. I should have made you get up right afterwards but you were dead to the world.”

Muttering against the bed, you cause a laugh to escape Wonwoo as he pulls you up from the comforter into his arms with a questioning sound for you to speak again.

“Said, where is Seungcheol?”

Gentle fingers brush against your side as Wonwoo helps you slide off the bed and towards the bathroom. His lips meet your neck with a sigh at your question.

“He went home. He needed to rest too. You are a lot of work, you know that?”

Pushing at his shoulder, you can’t hide your smile. Wonwoo walks you into the warm shower letting you lean against him as he helps you wash the night from your skin.

“I liked it.”

The man nods, a smile on his lips feeling you nuzzle your face against his neck. It was becoming a lot easier to share when he was the one who got the moments like this at the end.

“Mm, I know. I liked it too. He’s gotta work on his damn mouth first. Can’t have that around my, Princess.”

Wrinkling your nose, you laugh at how Wonwoo phrases his comment, turning in his arms to rest your forearms on his shoulders as you rest between his knees. The man’s body leaning against the shower wall, the water running down your back and legs like rain.

“Seems like someone needs to work on yours.”

Wonwoo grins, his lips pressing against your soft and sweet.

“Mmm, you gonna help me with that?”

Laughing, you brush your fingers through the wet hair at the nape of his neck as his fingers trail along your lower back.

“It’s the least I can do.”

from the moment seungcheol saw you, he knew he had to have you.

his need for you increases a tenfold when he hears what a good job you’re doing and how diligent and punctual you are. cheol starts coming around your area more—much to his subordinates’ distress. like they’re so tense when he comes around bc sure he’s a nice guy, but he’s ridiculously rigid and strict. and you’re no exception bc you’ve heard all about his demand for perfection.

except when he comes around to your desk, pretty smile in place, you seem to forget every single warning your coworkers have said to you. seungcheol is interested in your opinions and input, telling you how nice it is to have such a fresh perspective. his attention makes you feel proud and shy all at the same time, but you’re forced to get used to it bc he starts coming around a lot more.

it’s hard for seungcheol to control his desire for you. all he wants to do is make you his and have you on his arm at all times, but he knows he has to play it cool since you’re one of his employees. still, he can’t not spoil and dote on you. it’s just not in his nature.

especially when he finds out you take the bus and sometimes uber to work. he can’t stand the thought of pretty little you riding around in public transportation with your cute skirts and blouses. so one afternoon he calls you in his office and offers you a key to a brand new car. when you laugh off his very serious words, he has to laugh it off too. clearly, he would have to take smaller steps with you.

at least you accept to have his secretary take you and from work.

it doesn’t end there, though. he always offers to buy the office lunch since he knows you’d feel some sort of way if he only bought you lunch. if cheol orders in, he makes sure to get plenty of what you like. if he decides to take everyone out to a restaurant, he makes sure to sit next to you.

admittedly, you love his attention. it’s so flattering that such a smart, handsome man has taken in interest in you no matter how small. what you don’t realize is that his interest is anything but small.

you realize this when you find out that the rest of your tuition has been paid in full.

when you confront your boss, he doesn’t deny it. seungcheol just casually raises an eyebrow, asking why it was so wrong of him to help such a deserving woman like yourself. you’re so flustered that you can’t think straight. he goes on to say that this is only the beginnings of his displays of affections.

suddenly, you start getting bouquets of flowers every week, along with expensive skin care and perfumes. then, that turns into designer clothing and shoes that somehow fit you perfectly. you’d be lying if you say you didn’t love it, but you know you have to put an end to it.

“the clothes aren’t to your taste.” seungcheol muses with a thoughtful nod after you place the bags on his desk one morning. “very well. i’ll let you pick what you want from now on.”

you almost collapse when he holds out his black card for you to take. as you start to splutter about why you can’t accept it, he cuts you off with his soft yet firm voice.

“let me take you out. three times. after that, if you want me to leave you alone, i will.”

it’s like a dream when you spend time with him. seungcheol is much more than a cold, rich man who has more power than anyone you know. he’s thoughtful, kind, and a genuine person. by the end of the first date, you know you won’t be able to stop seeing him.

so you suddenly have a new car, a new luxury apartment, and an entire new wardrobe. your nights are suddenly filled with excitement, always going to places you could’ve only dreamed of. it’s all like a fantasy to you, especially because the most seungcheol has done is kiss your cheek or the back of your hand.

until one night when he’s stressed and you insist that he lets you help him take the edge off.

“daddy!” you cry out as seungcheol pounds into your hot cunt from behind.

“fuck, princess.” cheol groans gutturally as he watches your ass recoil against his pelvis. he slaps your ass and roughly kneads it, loving how the flesh feels in his palms. “love this pretty ass and your tight little pussy.”

your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues to ram his thick cock into your sweet spot. his heavy balls hit your clit with every thrust, and the stimulation finally pushes you over the edge. you come with a loud moan, staining his thick cock with your orgasm.

“louder, princess.” cheol grips your hips and pounds into you harder. “i want the entire building to hear you moaning for me.”

“stuff me full of your cum, daddy!” you cry out wantonly, his thrusts quickly pushing you into another orgasm. “want you to fill me up!”

you’re abruptly flipped over, legs hooked on seungcheol’s broad shoulders as he starts to drill into you harder and faster. you’re tightening around his cock so much that he can hear a wet plop sound every time he fucks his cock back into you.

“come for me again, princess. come on daddy’s cock while he fucks a baby into this sweet cunt.”

when seungcheol bites down on your neck, you both come violently. thick ropes of hot cum paint your gummy walls, coating every part of you in his essence. you’re mewling as cheol licks and bites at your sensitive flesh. his hips keep moving, fucking his cum deeper inside you.

his lips meet yours for a messy kiss, addicted to the way your cunt keeps sucking him in. he groans into your mouth. “feels like you want more cum from the way you're squeezing me.”

“please, daddy.” you beg against his lips. “keep fucking your cum into me. want to be full of you always.”

seungcheol goes feral with your pleas. he wraps your legs around his waist, drilling his still-hard cock into you again. he watches, satisfied, as your eyes roll back while your mouth drops open in pleasure. his heavy balls smack your ass loudly as he splits you open on his cock. each thrust is getting harder as he chases his second orgasm.

Here's the thing about Seungcheol. He is a walking contradiction and everything about him grates on your nerves the wrong way. The way he's wearing ridiculous compression shirts that should be illegal and you hate him for it. You hate him in a way that makes you clench your teeth when he shuffles into the kitchen at noon on a Saturday, hair ruffled, those ridiculous plush lips wrapped around a protein shake straw while he blinks at you with eyes so big and brown they should be reserved for baby cows or animated Disney characters, not your flatmate who spends approximately fourteen hours a day alternating between screaming at Valorant and deadlifting twice his body weight in the gym.

You hate the way his thick brows furrow when he's concentrating on a boss fight, the way his dimples carve themselves into his cheeks when he laughs at something stupid in whatever anime is currently playing on his second monitor. You hate that he owns compression shirts—multiple, in different colours and sleeve lengths—and that they cling to his chest and shoulders like it's their personal responsibility to showcase every contour of muscle underneath. You hate that he's your flatmate and you have to see this every single day.

You especially hate that he's bitchless.

To be fair, it shouldn't bother you. It really shouldn't. But it does anyways. The man has no personal life to speak of. His social calendar consists of online gaming sessions with his friends—Wonwoo, Woozi and Hoshi, their voices floating through his headset or just speakers at all hours of the night—and occasional trips to the gym where you assume he intimidates everyone else into silence with those shoulders until a woman approaches and then he's the one intimidated. Because Seungcheol doesn't date. He doesn't bring anyone home. He doesn't even seem to look at other people when you're out together grabbing groceries or picking up takeout. You assumed in your mind that maybe he's gay but no, your gaydar doesn't go off when you observe him. And the way he turns into a mess specifically when women are involved only proves that it's not the case. He's just got no game.

You found out exactly how bad it is when your friend Jess came over one time while you were getting ready to go out. She arrived a little early and you'd told her to just come up, it's fine, my flatmate is harmless. And she'd walked in, taken one look at Seungcheol on the couch in his compression shirt and gaming headset, controller in hand, and literally stopped in her tracks.

"Oh," she'd said. And then, because Jess has no filter: "That's your flatmate? The loser you're always complaining about?"

This is when Seungcheol had chosen the moment to pause his game and look up. Had seen Jess—Jess with her perfect hair and perfect makeup and perfect body in her perfect girls-night-out dress. And he'd fucking frozen. His mouth had opened and no words came out. His ears had turned this deep, mortified red that crept up his neck and spread across his cheeks, and he'd just… sat there. Staring silently.

You'd had to physically drag your friend to your room to break this embarrassing staring contest.

"Holy shit," she'd whispered, clutching your arm when you locked the door behind you. "He's hot. Like, actually hot. Why didn't you tell me he was hot? He's gorgeous. Those eyes? Those lips? And his body, oh my god, I bet if he stood up and faced us I'd see everything through that shirt—"

"He's a loser," you'd hissed back, rummaging through your makeup bag with more force than necessary, annoyance spiked through the roof. "He watches hentai. He has a figure collection and he argues with strangers on Reddit about coolest Naruto characters."

"I don't care if he collects toe nail clippings," Jess had said flatly and you sent her a disgusted look. "I could climb him like a tree."

And then you'd gone back to the living room and Seungcheol had still been sitting there frozen, ears burning, apparently incapable of forming words while Jess smiled at him and said goodbye. He'd managed a single, jerky nod. That was it. You'd had to restrain yourself from turning around and hissing at him something along the lines of dude, what the fuck?

Later, when you came home from your brunch with friends, you'd found him in the kitchen breathless and chugging water like he'd just run a marathon. Maybe he did. You didn't know and you really didn't want to find out.

"Dude," you'd said, leaning against the doorway. "What was that?"

He'd looked at you with those big cow eyes, still flushed. "What was what?"

"My friend Jess earlier. You couldn't even talk to her. She said hi and you short-circuited."

His flush had deepened. He'd shrugged, mumbled something about needing to game, and fled to his room.

And you stood there in the kitchen, annoyed for reasons you couldn't name. Because he doesn't shut down around you. He never has. From the day you moved in, he's been normal—annoyingly normal, the kind of normal where he leaves dirty dishes in the sink and eats your snacks without asking and makes dumb jokes about your music taste. He teases you about your recent Bridgerton obsession. He complains when you use all the hot water. He argues with you about whose turn it is to take out the trash.

He never once looked at you like he looked at Jess—like he'd forgotten how to function, like he was seeing someone worth being nervous around.

And you don't know why that bothers you. You don't know why it sits in your chest like a splinter, why it surfaces every time you catch him laughing at his monitor or flexing in the hallway mirror he hung there to check his form after workouts. You don't know why, when you meet your friends at the cafe every month and Jess inevitably brings him up—So, how's the hot flatmate? Still not talking to women?—you feel something twist that you can't identify.

You tell yourself it's just annoyance. He's your flatmate. You have to live with him. Of course you're going to have feelings about him.

You tell yourself a lot of things.

Doesn't mean they're true. Doesn't mean you are going to admit it.

You're at the club. It is loud and sweaty and exactly the type of place you usually love but tonight it's just annoying. The bass vibrates up through your feet and into your bones and the guy who bought you a drink keeps trying to put his hand on your waist, and his friends are all watching from the booth like they're waiting to see if he'll score. You've been dickless for four months. Four months of this—guys who are cringe, guys who're boring, guys who can't hold a conversation, guys who think grinding on you for thirty seconds counts as foreplay.

You're tipsy enough that the irritation has morphed into something sharp and hot under your skin. Tipsy enough that when you stumble into your apartment at three in the morning, kicking off your heels and dropping your purse on the floor, you're primed to be annoyed by whatever you find.

What you find is Seungcheol on the couch.

He's in his usual spot, controller in hand, headset pushed down around his neck. The TV is on some game you don't recognise. He's wearing grey sweats and a tank top that leaves his shoulders bare, and his hair is messy like he's been running his hands through it, and he looks up when you come in and blinks those big eyes at you.

"You're back late," he says. "Good night?"

Something inside you snaps.

"No," you hear yourself say. Your voice comes out flat and maybe a little slurred. "It was a shit night. All guys are shit. Every single one of them."

His eyebrows go up. He pauses the game, sets the controller down, gives you his full attention in a way that's almost unsettling. You feel it grate on your nerves. "That bad?"

"They're all cringe." You're walking toward the couch now, you're not sure why, your feet carrying you forward while your brain churns with four months of frustration and this other thing that's been building since Jess came over and he couldn't even look at her properly. "They don't know how to talk to women. They don't know how to do anything. They just—they stand there and expect you to be impressed that they bought you a drink."

Seungcheol's lips twitch. Those plush, stupid lips. "Sounds rough."

"Don't laugh at me."

"I'm not laughing." He's not. He's looking at you with an expression that you can't read, but there's something careful and soft about it. "Do you want water? You seem—"

"I seem what?"

"Frustrated."

The word lands in your chest and explodes. Frustrated. Yeah. That's one way to name it. Four months of no sex. four months of shitty dates and cringe club guys. four months of watching your flatmate exist in his compression shirts with his pretty face and his complete lack of interest in y—

"Do you think I'm attractive?"

The question comes out of nowhere, before you can even properly finish your line of thought. You don't know you're going to ask it until it's already hanging in the air between you. Seungcheol's eyes go wide. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

"What?"

"You heard me." You're standing right in front of him now, close enough to touch. The alcohol is doing things to your brain, lowering all your inhibitions, letting the splinter in your chest work its way out. "When Jess came over you couldn't even talk to her. You just sat there like a—like a loser." In your head you know you sound bitter, it registers with delay like everything else. Your sober self wishes you didn't say that, that you weren't mean like that. But you are. You're drunk, you're frustrated and you're unreasonably mean. "But you talk to me fine. You're always fine with me. So either you think I'm not worth being nervous about or—"

"Or what?"

"Or I don't know. Fuck!" You throw your hands up. "I don't know what I'm saying. I'm drunk. I'm going to bed."

You turn to leave. You make exactly one step before his hand closes around your wrist.

"Wait."

The word is quiet. Different from his usual voice—lower, rougher. You turn back. He's still sitting on the couch, but he's looking up at you now with an expression you've never seen on him before. There's something dark in those big brown eyes. And it makes your stomach flip.

"You wanna know why I'm not nervous around you?" he says slowly. "Because I live with you. Because I see you every day. Because if I got nervous every time you walked into the room in one of those little dresses or bent over to get something from the fridge or came out of the shower with your hair wet, I would literally never be able to function. I just had to become cool with a bunch of stuff real quick."

Your heart stops. Then starts again, too fast.

"What?"

"You asked," his grip on your wrist tightens, just slightly. "I'm answering. Yes, I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I've thought that since the day you moved in. I've jerked off to you more times than I can count. I have to leave the room sometimes when you're wearing certain things because I can't handle it. But yeah, that's why I'm not nervous. Because I've had eight months to get used to the fact that you're out of my league and nothing's ever going to happen, so I might as well just… exist around you and pretend I'm fine."

He stops. Breathes. His ears are red, you notice. That same mortified shade from when Jess was here.

You should either start a proper conversation with him or just leave and pretend it never happened, that the next morning you don't remember a thing. Instead, what comes out of your mouth is: "Okay, then prove it."

His brows draw together. "Prove what?"

"That you thought about me the way you say you did. That… that you want me." You don't know where this boldness is coming from. The alcohol probably. The frustration. The four months of nothing and the way his words are seeping into your skin, warm and electric. "Show me."

For a long moment, he just stares at you and you think he's going to chicken out. Then his expression shifts—you see a hint of something hot and hungry that makes you hold your breath.

"You're drunk," he says. But his voice is rough now, and the sound of it does things to your insides.

"Tipsy. Not drunk," you argue as you step closer, enough that your knees bump against his. "So, are you really going to say no and lose your chance?"

Seungcheol answers with a tug of your wrist, pulling you down onto his lap.

You land straddling him, your dress riding up your thighs, your hands bracing on his shoulders. His shoulders are solid under your palms—all that muscle from all those hours in the gym, all those compression shirts hiding exactly what you're feeling now. His hands settle on your hips, fingers pressing into the curve of your waist, and he looks up at you with those big dark eyes and you realise you've made a terrible mistake.

Because you want this. You want this so badly it sends your pussy aching.

"Last chance to change your mind," he murmurs.

You kiss him.

His mouth is soft, lips chapped but still soft. You knew they would be—you've spent too much time staring and sneaking glances at these lips not to have imagined this—but the reality of it is different. He kisses like he's savouring you slowly, one hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. You make a sound against his mouth, embarrassing and needy, and you feel him smile.

"Yeah?" he breathes. "You like that?"

"Shut up."

He laughs low in his chest, and then he's kissing you again and his hands are moving, pushing the strap of your dress down your shoulder, tracing the line of your collarbone with fingers that are somehow gentle and rough at the same time. You rock against him without meaning to, chasing friction, and you feel it—the hardness pressing up against you through his sweats.

It's big.

You pull back, breathing hard. Look down. Then back up at his face, incredulous. Slowly getting even more irritated.

"Is that your cock?" The word is obscene, too direct, but the alcohol loosens your tongue and you don't take it back.

His ears go red again but there's still something smug in his expression. "Yeah."

"That's… that's all you?"

"I mean, it's mostly me. Little bit of you, I guess, since you're the reason it's happening."

You probably should say something clever that regains the upper hand, that makes you feel less like you've just had your breath knocked out of you. Instead what comes out is: "I need to see it."

His eyebrows shoot up. "Right now?"

"Of course right now. When else?" You hiss, your voice edged with frustration and want and that strange fuzzy impatience that alcohol brings. You're just annoyed that he's even asking, that he's making you wait when you can feel him against you and every nerve in your body is screaming for more.

Seungcheol hesitates for half a second—you can see him weighting something, maybe concern for your tipsy state or his own restraint—and then reaches down. You shift back just enough to give him room, watching as he lifts his hips and pushes his sweats and boxers down. Just low enough. Just enough for his cock to spring free, heavy and thick against his stomach.

You stare.

You've seen dicks before. You're a grown woman, you've had sex, you know what they look like. But you don't think you've ever seen one quite like this in real life. It's not the longest you've ever encountered—a bit above average maybe—but the girth. The fucking girth. His cock is so thick your mouth actually waters at the thought of trying to fit it anywhere.

"Well?" His voice is strained. "Good? Bad? Terrifying?"

"Shut up," you whisper again, and reach down to wrap your hand around it.

Seungcheol groans. And he sounds so raw and desperate. Especially when his head falls back against the couch cushion and reveals his neck. You find the sight vulnerable in the most exciting way. He lets out a smaller, choked groan and the sound goes straight between your legs, makes you clench around nothing. He's hot in your hand and the weight of him feels obscene. You can't even close your fingers all the way around the base, and the stretch of your thumb and middle finger trying to meet sends a little thrill straight through your tipsy haze. He's veined, flushed dark at the tip, and there's already a bead of precum pearling at the slit that makes your mouth water.

You swallow.

"Fuck," Seungcheol breathes, and the word is punched out of him like you've done something devastating with just your palm. His hips twitch again, involuntarily, and you watch the way the muscles in his stomach jump with the movement. "Your hand—fuck, your hand feels—"

You cut him off by squeezing, just a little, and his whole body jerks.

The couch creaks under you both. You're still straddling his thighs, your dress bunched up around your hips, and you can feel the heat of him radiating through his sweats against the inside of your bare leg. His hands have found your waist again, fingers pressing into the soft give of your skin like he needs to hold onto you or he'll fly apart.

"I can't even close my hand around you," you murmur, and it comes out wondering, almost awed. You're not trying to flatter him. You're genuinely fucked by the reality of it, the sheer size of him, and the alcohol in your system makes everything feel heightened, more immediate. "How is this… how do you even—"

"I know," he says, and there's something stupidly apologetic in his voice, which is so ridiculous you almost laugh. "I know, I'm sorry, I just—I'm big, okay, I've always been—"

"Don't apologize for your cock," you snap, but there's no heat in it. You're too busy stroking him again, watching the way his precum smears under your thumb, making the glide easier. "God, you're so thick. You're so fucking thick, Cheol!"

He makes a sound at that. A sound you've never heard a man make before—high in his throat, desperate, like you've wrung it out of him against his will. His ears are burning red, his cheeks flushed, and he's looking at you with those big dark eyes like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and also maybe a little terrifying.

"You can't just… say shit like that," he gets out. "You can't just—"

"I can say whatever I want." You lean forward, bracing your free hand on his shoulder, and your face is inches from his now. You can smell him—clean soap and warm skin underneath, something that's just him. "I'm the one with your dick in my hand. I think that gives me privileges."

His laugh is strangled. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. Privileges. Got it."

You kiss him again, because you can't not. Because his mouth is right there and you want to taste the sounds he's been making. He meets you halfway, desperate and eager, and this time there's nothing slow about it. This time it's all teeth and tongue and the slick slide of your lips together, and his hands are moving on your body like he's trying to map every inch of you at once while he has a chance.

One hand slides up your back, pressing you closer. The other grips your hip hard enough to bruise, and you want that, want to wake up tomorrow with the ghost of his fingers stamped into your skin. You're still stroking him, slow and messy because you're distracted by his mouth, by the way he groans into you when your thumb sweeps over the head.

"Off," you gasp against his lips. "Take this off. I need to feel you."

You're tugging at his t-shirt, and he helps, pulling back just long enough to yank it over his head and toss it somewhere across the room. And then your hands are on his chest, his shoulders, and god. You've watched him in those compression shirts. You've watched the way his muscles move when he's lifting, when he's doing those stupid pull-ups in the doorway of his room. But seeing it up close, feeling it—

He's built. Thick in a way that matches the rest of him, broad shoulders and a chest that your hands can't quite span, with a happy trail dusting down his stomach in a line that makes you want to follow it with your tongue. You do, actually. You dip your head and press your mouth to the base of his throat, feel his pulse jumping under your lips, and then you're kissing down, down, across his collarbone, over the swell of his pec.

"Fuck," he gasps. His hands are in your hair, not pulling, just holding, like he can't decide whether to guide you or just let you do whatever you want. "Fuck, baby, your mouth."

Oh, you like that. Baby. You like the way it sounds falling from his lips, rough and wrecked and like he doesn't even realize he's said it. You drag your tongue across his nipple just to hear what sound he makes and he whines, really whines, and you feel it everywhere.

"S-sensitive," he admits, voice strained. "They're… fuck, that's—"

You do it again. Slower this time, circling, and then you bite down just lightly and he bucks underneath you, his cock jumping in your hand that you wrapped around him again.

"Jesus Christ," he pants. "You're going to… I can't… if you keep doing that I'm going to cum and I really don't want to cum yet."

You lift your head, looking at him through eyes that feel heavy-lidded and drunk. "Why not?"

"Because I want to be inside you when I do." He says it simply, like it's obvious, like there's no other option he'd even consider. And the way he says it, the certainty in his voice—it makes something hot and tight curl in your stomach.

"Yeah?" you hear yourself ask. "You want to fill me up? Want to fill my pussy?"

His pupils blow so wide his eyes look black. "Yes. Fuck, yes. I want… I want to be so deep inside you that you can't tell where I end and you begin. I want to feel you cream around me. I want—" He breaks off, swallowing hard. "I've thought about it. So much. Too much. Jerking off in my room thinking about your cunt and what it would feel like."

The word sounds obscene coming from him. Cunt. Like he's been saving it up, hoarding it, waiting for permission to use it. You rock against him again—a reflex, an instinct—and you feel him pressing up against you through the soaked fabric of your panties.

"Then do it," you say. "Fuck me. Fill me up. Make me feel every inch of this big fucking cock."

Seungcheol kisses you once more, hard and claiming, and then his hands are on your hips and he's lifting you like you weigh nothing, shifting you back just enough to reach between you. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and he looks at you, questioning.

"Off," you confirm. "Now."

He slides them down your legs, slow, deliberate, watching the way they peel away from your dampened skin. You manoeuvre yourself to kick them off before straddling his lap again. And then his hand is between your thighs and you gasp because of how good his hands feel, how rough his palms are from the gym, how that roughness drags against the slick heat of you in a way that makes your vision go spotty.

"You're so wet," he murmurs, delighted. "Fuck, baby, you're soaking. Is this all for me?"

"Yes," you manage. "Yes, it's… I've been… every month, thinking about—"

"I know." He slides a finger through your folds, collecting your wetness, and you whimper at the sensation. "I know, me too. Every time you walked past my room. Every time you left for the club in those little dresses. I'd hear you come home and I'd lie there and think about doing this."

He pushes a finger inside you, just one, and you cry out. You're so sensitive, so wound up, and the stretch of him even just one finger has you clenching down immediately.

"God, you're tight." His voice is wondering. "You're so fucking tight, baby. I don't know how I'm going to fit."

"You will." You're grinding down on his hand, desperate for more. "You will, I can take it, I want it—"

He adds a second finger and you see stars.

It's a stretch, a real stretch, and you're suddenly very aware of exactly how big he is, how much bigger than his fingers he's going to be. But it's a good stretch, the kind that makes your mouth fall open and your hips start moving on their own, riding his hand while he watches you with those dark, hungry eyes.

"That's it," he murmurs. "That's it, baby, take my fingers. Get yourself ready for me."

You're babbling. You're not sure what you're saying—something about more, about please, about I need you inside me—and he's drinking it all in, curling his digits inside you, finding that spot that makes your whole body jolt.

"There?" he asks, and he's smug about it, the bastard. "That the spot?"

"Fuck you."

"Yeah?" He crooks his fingers again, deliberately, and you keen. "You want to? Because right now you're the one riding my hand like a desperate little slut."

The word hits you like a shot of something hot and sharp. From anyone else it might make you angry, but from him—from Seungcheol, your flatmate who leaves his protein shakes in the sink and does pull-ups in the doorway and looks at you like you hung the moon—it makes you clench down on his fingers so hard he groans.

"Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like being my desperate little slut, getting off on my fingers on the couch like a fucking dream."

"Cheol—"

"I've got you." He pulls his fingers out and you whine at the loss, but then his hands are on your hips again, guiding you forward, and you feel him—the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance, slippery with your wetness and his precum. "I've got you, baby. I'm going to take care of you."

He doesn't push in. He just holds you there, letting you feel the pressure, the promise of it, and you're so desperate you could cry.

"Please," you whisper. "Please, Cheol, I need—"

"I know what you need." His voice is rough, restrained, and you think he's holding himself back with everything he has. He probably is. "But I need you to look at me. I need you to see me when I do this."

You meet his eyes. They're dark and soft and it makes your chest ache, even through the haze of lust and alcohol.

"Okay," you whisper. "Okay."

And then you sink down.

It's too much. It's immediately, overwhelmingly too much. He's so thick—thicker than his fingers, thicker than anything you've ever had inside you—and the stretch burns in a way that makes you gasp, makes your nails dig into his shoulders. You can only take half of him before you have to stop, trembling, your forehead dropping to his.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight. You're so fucking tight around me."

"You're so big." It comes out wrecked, broken. "I can't… you're too—"

"You can." His hands are stroking your back, soothing, even though his voice is strained with the effort of holding still. "You can take it. You're doing so good, baby. Just breathe. Let yourself adjust."

You try. You take a breath, then another, and slowly the sharp edge of the stretch dulls into something more bearable. More than bearable—good. Full in a way you've never felt full before, it's like he's reaching places inside you that no one's ever touched. And maybe he is.

"Okay," you whisper. "Okay, I'm… I think I can—"

"Take more," he urges. "Just a little more, baby. I need to be deeper."

You sink down another inch and moan. He fills you completely, impossibly, and you can feel yourself stretching around him, accommodating him, taking him. It's the most intense thing you've ever felt, and you're drunk and fuzzy and every sensation is amplified, overwhelming.

"That's it," he groans. "That's it, fuck, you're taking me. You're taking all of me, baby, look."

You look down. You shouldn't have looked down. Because you can see it—the place where your bodies meet, the way you're stretched around him, the way his cock disappears inside you and you're taking it, every thick inch from the tip to the base.

"Oh my god," you whisper.

"Yeah." His voice is wrecked. "Yeah, that's... fuck, you feel..."

He can't finish. You start to move.

It's clumsy at first. You're still adjusting to the stretch, still tipsy, still overwhelmed by the sheer fullness of him. But then you find a rhythm, rocking against him, and his head falls back and he makes these sounds—these desperate, broken sounds that you want to bottle and keep forever.

His hands guide your movements, helping you, and you can feel him everywhere. Stretched around him, full in a way you've never been full before. Every nerve ending is on fire, every sensation heightened by the alcohol in your system and the reality of what's happening.

"Look at me," you demand, but it comes out softer, needier than you intend. "I want you to look at me."

He does. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and he looks at you like you're sacred and he can't believe he's allowed to touch.

Your insides clench around him and you whine.

"You're so beautiful," he says, so wrecked and fucked out already. "Fuck, you're so... I've wanted this for so long—"

You lean down and press your lips to his, swallowing his words, and he responds with a desperation that matches your own. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, and he starts to thrust up into you from below, changing the angle, and something inside you zips up your spine.

"There," you gasp against his mouth. "Right there, don't stop, please."

Seungcheol doesn't stop. He fucks up into you with a rhythm that's steady and deep, hitting that spot inside you with every movement. The sound of it—the wet, sloppy sound of his cock sliding into your soaked cunt—fills the room along with your moans and his grunts.

"You feel that?" he murmurs against your throat. "You feel me hitting that spot, baby? Feel how deep l am?"

"Yes—fuck—yes—" he's kissing your cervix with his tip and it feels like your brain is getting fried.

"I'm so deep inside you." His voice is reverent and filthy all at once. "I'm so deep I can feel your heartbeat. Can you feel mine? Can you feel me pulsing in your tight little cunt?"

You can. You can feel every twitch, every throb, every inch of him buried inside you. The pressure is building, coiling tight in your belly, and you're going to cum—you're actually going to cum, and it's going to rip through you full force.

"That's it," he breathes. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're close, aren't you? You're going to cum on my cock like a good little slut."

"Cheol—"

"Say it." His hand tangles in your hair, gently pulling your head back so he can see your face. "Say what you are. Say whose cunt this is."

"Yours," you gasp. "It's yours, I'm yours, I'm your—your good little slut, I'm-"

"Come for me."

You shatter.

It rips through you like nothing you've ever felt, wave after wave of pleasure so intense you can't breathe, can't think, can only cling to Seungcheol and sob against his neck while your body clenches around him over and over. He groans, hips stuttering, and you feel him pulse inside you, feel the hot rush of him filling you up, and that sends you over again, another wave crashing through you as he keeps cumming and cumming.

"Take it," he groans. "Take all of it, baby, fuck—"

He's still spilling inside you. You can feel it, hot and wet, flooding you, and there's so much of it, more than you've ever felt, and it's dripping out around him, soaking both of you, and you're still clenching, still coming down from your high when you realize.

He's still hard.

He's still hard, still buried inside you, and you can feel him twitching, feel the way he hasn't softened at all, and you look at him with wide eyes.

"You're—"

"I know." His voice is rough, almost apologetic again. "I'm sorry, I just… I always… I can usually go again, right away, and I—"

You think that this is what gets you. He's capable of being absolutely filthy and obscene and yet, at the end of the day he's the same silly guy who can't talk to women. He never really learned to be a self-absorbed jackass.

"Then do it."

He stares at you. "You just came. You're probably sensitive."

"I am sensitive." You shift on him, just slightly, and the sensation of his still-hard cock moving inside your oversensitive, cum-filled cunt makes you gasp. "I'm so fucking sensitive I can barely breathe. But I want more. I want you to use me."

His eyes go dark. "Use you?"

"Fuck me again." You're pleading now, desperate, the remnants of alcohol and the orgasm making you bold. "Fuck me until I can't walk. Fill me up so full I drip for days. I want to sit while I work tomorrow and feel you soaking through my panties. I want to remember this every time I move."

His expression cracks open, almost pained. "Fuck, baby. You can't say shit like that."

"I just did." You clench around him deliberately, and Seungcheol groans. "Now move."

He does.

He flips you in one smooth motion, laying you back against the couch cushions and looming over you, and he doesn't even pull out—just starts thrusting again, deep and hard, and you squeal.

It's too much. It's so much. You're oversensitive, still clenching from your orgasm, and every thrust sends sparks through your whole body. You can feel his cum inside you, feel it slicking the way, feel it dripping out of you with every stroke, can imagine it forming a ring of white around Seungcheol's shaft, and the obscenity of it—the sheer filth of it—has you moaning uncontrollably.

"Look at you." His voice is strained, wrecked. "Look at you taking my cock again, still full of me. You're so fucking perfect. This cunt was made for me."

"Yes—yes—"

"So tight. So wet. I can feel my own cum inside you, baby, I can feel it slicking us both up." He drives deeper, somehow deeper, and you keen.

"You're so messy. Such a messy little cunt, dripping with me, and I'm going to keep filling you up until you can't hold any more."

"Cheol—"

"I'm going to fuck you until it's all you can think about." His hand slips between you, fingers finding your clit, and you jolt. "Until you're walking around with my seed dripping down your thighs and all you can remember is my cock stretching you open."

You're going to crash again. You can feel it building, impossibly fast, your oversensitive body hurtling toward another climax.

"That's it." He's watching your face, reading every expression. "That's it, baby, come for me again. Cum on my cock while you're still full. I want to feel you squeeze it out of me."

The dirty talk, the pressure on your clit, the feeling of him so deep inside you—it all crashes together and you shatter again, coming with a scream that you barely recognize as your own. Your body clenches around him violently, rhythmically, and he groans and slams into you, holding himself deep as he spills again.

You feel it. Feel the hot spurts of him filling you again, even fuller than before, and there's so much that it's overflowing, dripping out around him and down your ass, soaking the couch cushions beneath you. He keeps going, keeps pumping into you, and you keep clenching, riding out wave after wave until you're both shaking and spent.

He collapses on top of you, barely holding his weight on his elbows, and you lie there together, breathing harshly, hearts pounding.

"Holy shit," you whisper.

"Yeah," his voice is muffled against your neck, lips pressing soft kisses that melt your brain. "Yeah. Holy shit."

You lie there for a long moment, just breathing.

You can feel him finally softening inside you, can feel the mess between your legs—so much cum that it's still leaking out, warm and wet against your skin.

"I meant it," you murmur. "What I said. I want to feel this tomorrow."

He lifts his head, looking at you with those big dark eyes. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You reach up, touch his face. "I want to sit at my desk and think about it dripping out of me." You're not sure if you're saying it because you're still intoxicated or just riding the ecstatic high of your orgasm. You don't even know if you're gonna mean it in the morning. But right now? Yeah, you do mean it.

Seungcheol chuckles, a little incredulous, and kisses you soft and sweet, so in contrast to what just happened. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."

You raise an eyebrow. "Again?"

A small, smug smile stretches his lips. "Give me ten minutes."

You laugh, and then wince as the movement shifts him inside you. "I'm going to need more than ten minutes. I'm going to need a proper nap. I can barely feel my legs."

"That's the goal." He kisses your nose, your forehead, your eyelids. "Can't walk. Can't think. Just full of my cum and remembering exactly who put it there."

You feel your cheeks heat up when you actually process his words: "I really hate you."

He grins. "No you don't."

"No," you admit. "I really don't."

You close your eyes with a satisfied sigh and slowly feel your body getting heavy, limbs leaden and like your brain all too heavy at once. You haven't felt so tired in a while. Somewhere in the back of your mind you think you should get up. Go (more like crawl) to your room and process what just happened and figure out what this means for your living situation. Instead you stay there, curled against his chest, his softening cock still inside you, and you fall asleep to the steady thump of his heartbeat.

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from the moment seungcheol saw you, he knew he had to have you.

his need for you increases a tenfold when he hears what a good job you’re doing and how diligent and punctual you are. cheol starts coming around your area more—much to his subordinates’ distress. like they’re so tense when he comes around bc sure he’s a nice guy, but he’s ridiculously rigid and strict. and you’re no exception bc you’ve heard all about his demand for perfection.

except when he comes around to your desk, pretty smile in place, you seem to forget every single warning your coworkers have said to you. seungcheol is interested in your opinions and input, telling you how nice it is to have such a fresh perspective. his attention makes you feel proud and shy all at the same time, but you’re forced to get used to it bc he starts coming around a lot more.

it’s hard for seungcheol to control his desire for you. all he wants to do is make you his and have you on his arm at all times, but he knows he has to play it cool since you’re one of his employees. still, he can’t not spoil and dote on you. it’s just not in his nature.

especially when he finds out you take the bus and sometimes uber to work. he can’t stand the thought of pretty little you riding around in public transportation with your cute skirts and blouses. so one afternoon he calls you in his office and offers you a key to a brand new car. when you laugh off his very serious words, he has to laugh it off too. clearly, he would have to take smaller steps with you.

at least you accept to have his secretary take you and from work.

it doesn’t end there, though. he always offers to buy the office lunch since he knows you’d feel some sort of way if he only bought you lunch. if cheol orders in, he makes sure to get plenty of what you like. if he decides to take everyone out to a restaurant, he makes sure to sit next to you.

admittedly, you love his attention. it’s so flattering that such a smart, handsome man has taken in interest in you no matter how small. what you don’t realize is that his interest is anything but small.

you realize this when you find out that the rest of your tuition has been paid in full.

when you confront your boss, he doesn’t deny it. seungcheol just casually raises an eyebrow, asking why it was so wrong of him to help such a deserving woman like yourself. you’re so flustered that you can’t think straight. he goes on to say that this is only the beginnings of his displays of affections.

suddenly, you start getting bouquets of flowers every week, along with expensive skin care and perfumes. then, that turns into designer clothing and shoes that somehow fit you perfectly. you’d be lying if you say you didn’t love it, but you know you have to put an end to it.

“the clothes aren’t to your taste.” seungcheol muses with a thoughtful nod after you place the bags on his desk one morning. “very well. i’ll let you pick what you want from now on.”

you almost collapse when he holds out his black card for you to take. as you start to splutter about why you can’t accept it, he cuts you off with his soft yet firm voice.

“let me take you out. three times. after that, if you want me to leave you alone, i will.”

it’s like a dream when you spend time with him. seungcheol is much more than a cold, rich man who has more power than anyone you know. he’s thoughtful, kind, and a genuine person. by the end of the first date, you know you won’t be able to stop seeing him.

so you suddenly have a new car, a new luxury apartment, and an entire new wardrobe. your nights are suddenly filled with excitement, always going to places you could’ve only dreamed of. it’s all like a fantasy to you, especially because the most seungcheol has done is kiss your cheek or the back of your hand.

until one night when he’s stressed and you insist that he lets you help him take the edge off.

“daddy!” you cry out as seungcheol pounds into your hot cunt from behind.

“fuck, princess.” cheol groans gutturally as he watches your ass recoil against his pelvis. he slaps your ass and roughly kneads it, loving how the flesh feels in his palms. “love this pretty ass and your tight little pussy.”

your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues to ram his thick cock into your sweet spot. his heavy balls hit your clit with every thrust, and the stimulation finally pushes you over the edge. you come with a loud moan, staining his thick cock with your orgasm.

“louder, princess.” cheol grips your hips and pounds into you harder. “i want the entire building to hear you moaning for me.”

“stuff me full of your cum, daddy!” you cry out wantonly, his thrusts quickly pushing you into another orgasm. “want you to fill me up!”

you’re abruptly flipped over, legs hooked on seungcheol’s broad shoulders as he starts to drill into you harder and faster. you’re tightening around his cock so much that he can hear a wet plop sound every time he fucks his cock back into you.

“come for me again, princess. come on daddy’s cock while he fucks a baby into this sweet cunt.”

when seungcheol bites down on your neck, you both come violently. thick ropes of hot cum paint your gummy walls, coating every part of you in his essence. you’re mewling as cheol licks and bites at your sensitive flesh. his hips keep moving, fucking his cum deeper inside you.

his lips meet yours for a messy kiss, addicted to the way your cunt keeps sucking him in. he groans into your mouth. “feels like you want more cum from the way you're squeezing me.”

“please, daddy.” you beg against his lips. “keep fucking your cum into me. want to be full of you always.”

seungcheol goes feral with your pleas. he wraps your legs around his waist, drilling his still-hard cock into you again. he watches, satisfied, as your eyes roll back while your mouth drops open in pleasure. his heavy balls smack your ass loudly as he splits you open on his cock. each thrust is getting harder as he chases his second orgasm.

When you look back on your friendship with Kim Gayoung, you only have fond memories. You met her back in your first year of college when you were shy and new to the city. It was easy to get close to her since she’s a sweet, considerate person who always does right by her friends.

Now that you’re close to graduating, you two have remained good friends. You’ve even met her family who’s just as lovely as she is. Her mom is a total sweetheart, and her dad is the embodiment of a golden retriever. 

The fact that he’s hot is just an added bonus.

Kim Mingyu is probably the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. You can see exactly why Gayoung’s mom fell in love with him. 

It’s also easy to see why she’s forgiven his many infidelities.

Unlike most people would believe, Mingyu is a complete manwhore. You yourself couldn’t believe it, but Gayoung had told you herself. So had her mom, Bora. It was on a night when you were sleeping over and went downstairs to get a drink of water. She was in the kitchen, crying in the dark because her husband had fucked one of his coworkers—again.

As Bora vented about her husband’s promiscuous ways, she let it slip that this wasn’t the first time he cheated on her—something you already knew through Gayoung. When you suggested that she divorce him, her attitude changed completely. Unlike the woman you came to know, Bora immediately became cold and defensive. Apparently, her love ran so deep that she couldn’t live without Mingyu. She could do anything in the world for her husband, except give him the freedom to live as a single man.

You lost all respect for her that day. Especially because she coldly rejected your advice and told you not to say anything to Gayoung. It took everything in you not to tell her that her daughter already knew what kind of man her father was.

After that day, you saw Mingyu in a new light. Not necessarily a bad one, just a different one. Somehow, you found he became more attractive in your eyes. Gayoung and her mom made it sound like he’d had a lot of affairs. It made you wonder how good he fucked to have so many bodies. You’re sure looking how he does also played a big part in it. 

None of this really mattered until you decided to break up with your piece of shit boyfriend. Jihoon had been in your life for two years, and cutting him out of your life was hard even though it needed to be done.

In the midst of your heartbreak, you decided fucking your friend’s hot dad was the perfect way to get over the situation. So, you started dressing and acting more provocatively whenever you went to Gayoung’s house. It’s easy to get Mingyu’s attention. After all, someone who cheats as much as he does has no self control.

Your actions get bolder every time. From rubbing your ass across his crotch whenever you have to get past him to leaving the door in the hallway bathroom open whenever you use their shower. Also, you started asking him to put sunblock on your back whenever you went swimming with Gayoung in their pool. Every time, he remained calm and sweet, but it was obvious his patience with you was wearing thin. Mingyu never crossed the line, but his gaze definitely did. 

This all came to a head when Gayoung invited you over one evening. It was starting to get dark, but your friend didn’t want you to leave.

“My mom won’t be home until late,” Gayoung said, making sure to talk quietly. “This is the only time I can go meet him.”

Your friend has a new boyfriend who she’s already completely in love with. Gayoung hasn’t told you too much about it, but her deep feelings for him are clear. 

“Can’t you just tell your dad where you’re going? You’re literally an adult.”

Gayoung frowns at you. “You know how protective he is! I can’t even bring a guy home without him acting like a psycho.”

You roll your eyes and sigh. “Fine, but you better tell me if you’re gonna stay the night so I can leave immediately and avoid your dad’s questioning!”

A cute laugh comes out of your friend as she throws her arms around you. “You’re the best!”

“I know. Drive safe.”

Gayoung quickly gets up and grabs her car keys from the coffee table.

“Dad, I’m leaving!” She calls before she rushes out the door.

Her dad responds from the kitchen before coming out a second later. Mr. Kim gives you a friendly smile as he goes to sit by you on the large couch. If it were anyone else, you’d think he’s a creep for choosing to sit next to you when there’s so much space. Your friend’s dad is just so nice that you don’t think anything of it. In fact, you’re glad he’s still as friendly as he was the day you met him. It’s going to make things so much easier.

“You really don’t mind waiting for Gayoung here?” Mingyu wonders. “That group project might take a while.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine. She’ll let me know if it’s going to take long.”

Mingyu hums, and you give him a tantalizing smile. When you see his eyes darken, you hold back a smirk. You shift slightly and accidentally knock your phone off the couch. Mingyu quickly bends down to pick it up for you, and you don’t miss the way his eyes linger on your legs. His gaze drifts up to your thighs then your chest. Those dark eyes linger on your tits, and you resist the urge to use your arms to squeeze them together. They already look amazing in the little tank top you have them in, so there’s really no need.

“Thanks,” you say with a charming smile.

You two sit in silence as the TV plays. About ten minutes later, you get a message from Gayoung. Predictably, it’s the news you were expecting 

I’m going to stay the night. I’ll see you tomorrow!

You flick away the notification before locking your phone. Perfect.

When you turn back to look at her dad, you see that Mingyu has settled back into the couch with his legs spread. Immediately, your eyes are drawn to the very prominent outline of his cock. Your eyes practically sparkle at how big and thick it looks. He’s not even hard and yet it looks so big.

“It’s rude to stare, sweetheart.”

Mingyu’s tone is kind, but there’s an underlying darkness to his tone. 

“Sorry, Mr. Kim,” you say sweetly, pressing your thighs together obviously.

Your friend’s dad clicks his tongue right as his hot palm comes down and settles on your thigh. Goosebumps liter your skin as you become more conscious of how short your skirt is. Your heart pounds when you realize that sweet Mr. Kim has easily crossed the line. As expected of a chronic cheater.

“Didn’t think you were so rude, sweetheart.”

Your pussy throbs at his rough tone. Again, your eyes drop down to his cock. Arousal gathers at the center of your core when you see it twitch in his pants.

“I guess I’ll have to fix that.”

Before you can say anything, Mingyu grabs you and manhandles you until you’re bent over his lap. Your skirt rides up from his rough movements, showing off the tiny panties you’re wearing. The ones that barely cover your cute little cunt. Mingyu groans at the sight of it before his large hand comes down on your ass harshly. He smirks when you let out a loud yelp. So you were going to be a screamer. Perfect.

“This is what happens to naughty little girls like you,” Mingyu’s voice is deep and mean. 

You press your thighs together as you mewl desperately. There’s no doubt that soon he’ll be able to see how turned on you are, and you really hope he does something about it.

The little noise you let out makes Mingyu chuckle. He brings his heavy palm down on your ass again, spanking both of your cheeks until the sharp stings turn into a dull ache. You can’t hold back your cries and whines at the painful sensation. It hurts so good, and you can feel arousal starting to drip from your pussy every time his big hand slaps your ass.

Your arousal gets worse because you can feel Mr. Kim’s hard cock pressing into you from underneath. Your cunt throbs and clenches at the thought of having it inside you. The sound of harsh smacks fill the room along with your cries and moans. You start to lose track of how many times he’s spanked you until it suddenly stops.

You mewl when Mingyu’s large hand suddenly cups your pussy.

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet, sweetheart,” Mr. Kim says mockingly as his fingers gently drum against your pantry clad pussy. “I think I need to punish you a little more to make sure you understand.”

Mingyu presses his fingers into your weeping slit, pushing the fabric of your panties right into your clenching cunt. The laugh that follows is mean and low. He bites his lip as he grinds his fingers against your tight walls until you’re whining and writhing in his lap. Mr. Kim laughs again. God, are you a slut—just how he likes.

“Please,” you beg through a choked out moan. “I’ll be a good girl.”

Mingyu hums in satisfaction. He slowly pulls his fingers from your needy cunt before slapping the dripping gusset of your panties. “That’s what I like to hear, babydoll. Let’s see how much of a good girl you can be for me.”

With that, he easily pulls your panties off of you, tossing them aside without a care in the world. Mingyu spreads your legs before roughly fucking his fingers into your dripping cunt. You whine as he roughly stretches you out with his fingers, sliding them in and out like you’re nothing more than a hole.

“So fucking wet. Is this all for me?”

You moan out a yes, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he curls his fingers into your sweet spot.

“What a dirty little girl,” Mingyu groans, loving how your tiny little cunt clings to his fingers. God, he can only imagine how good you’ll feel on his cock.

“Mr. Kim, please.”

Mingyu raises an eyebrow as a filthy smirk crosses his face. “Mr. Kim? I think we’re past that now, baby. Just call me Mingyu.”

Your core burns with arousal, and you know right then and there that this man is going to completely wreck you.

“Come on, honey. Don’t be rude.”

“Mingyu, please,” you mewl wantonly.

Once he’s satisfied, he yanks his fingers out of your pussy before obscenely sucking your juices from his fingers. He groans deeply, already addicted to your taste. Mingyu would have to save truly tasting you for another time. Right now he needs to make sure you behave for him going forward.

Mingyu slides your skirt and panties down your legs before his long digits press back into your sopping hole. You eagerly spread your legs as his fingers roughly work you open again. The mind numbing pleasure abruptly stops when he decides that he’s prepped you enough.

With a deep growl, Mingyu manhandles you until you’re straddling his thighs and facing him. He gives you a nasty grin as he goes to undo his pants to set his cock free. Your core throbs when it’s released, and you can’t help but stare. His dripping cock is the biggest you’ve ever seen in person. You wonder if you’ll be able to fully take it.

“Take your shirt off, baby. Let me see those pretty tits.”

You quickly toss your shirt off, mewling when his big hands squeeze and grope them. Mingyu licks his lips as he pinches and tugs your hard nipples. 

“I’m gonna fuck you open right here. Stretch out this slutty little pussy,” Mingyu promises you, eyes heated and dark.

Your eyes flutter when he slaps his cock on your pulsing clit. A nasty plap noise sounds through the room as his precum covered tip slaps against your swollen bud. With a moan, you angle your hips and slide yourself down on his thick cock inch by inch until you’re sitting flush against him. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you feel your slick walls stretching around his girthy cock. He’s so deep in your pussy that it feels like he’s in your guts. You moan as he grinds up into you, fingers pinching and tugging on your hard nipples again.

“Mmm, just like that babydoll. Fuck. Your hot little cunt feels so much better than my dried up wife’s,” he groans, twisting your nipples until you’re whining. “God, I love the sounds you make.”

Mingyu slaps across your tits, making your back arch your chest towards him. 

“Mingyu,” you mewl as your pussy clenches in need.

“I know,” he coos, slapping your tits again. “It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

You dig your nails into his big biceps, bouncing down in his lap to stuff his cock deeper into your hole. He slaps across each hard nipple until they’re puffy and swollen. You moan and grind down on him harder, the pain bleeding into pleasure and making you even more wet. One of his hands slides down between your bodies to softly rub across your clit. Mingyu drags his fingers lower to stroke your pussy lips, getting his fingertips wet and dragging them back up to circle around your swollen bud. 

“Anyone could walk in and see me stuffing this slutty pussy,” he laughs in your ear. “What a little home wrecker.”

Your cunt clamps down on his cock, clit pulsing from his filthy words. With a whimpering moan, you tuck your face into his broad shoulder. Your entire body feels hot, and you love every second of it.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you, honey?” Mingyu laughs deeply.

You moan loudly when his fat tip brushes against the deepest part inside you. Pulling back, you tug on his shirt, desperate to see that chiseled body again. Mingyu’s smirk is attractive as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it behind the couch. He licks his lips as your soft hands roam across his hard chest and torso. You moan softly, mind fuzzy with pleasure. 

“C’mon, baby. Ride me a little harder,” he goads nastily. “Work that tight pussy on my cock.”

His hands slip down to grab fistfuls of your ass, skin stinging at the contact. Mingyu starts to fuck up harder into your clenching pussy. You join his movements with a wanton moan of his name. With an eagerness that makes his cock throb, you start to bounce on his lap, fucking yourself on his dick. It doesn’t take long until you’re moaning and crying out loudly. You ride his cock hard and fast and exactly how Mingyu likes. Your hand finds its way between your bodies so you can rub your clit.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl. Make yourself cum on my cock,” he groans, head leaning back against the couch so he can watch you. “Rub that slippery little bud for me, honey.”

“Mr. Kim,” you moan, thighs burning from the constant motion while your pussy flutters and grips his cock. 

“God, look at those fucking tits,” Mingyu grunts as his cock flexes inside your puffy cunt. “Fuck. Keep working my cock so I can shoot a thick load in this hot little pussy.”

Arousal is thrumming through your body as the filthy scent of sex permeates the air. Your cunt is slick and greedy as you ride your friend’s dad on her family’s couch. It all feels so good, and you don’t feel one ounce of guilt as you bounce in Mr. Kim’s big cock. Your fingers rub faster circles on your clit the closer you get. Loud moaning echoes in the room as you bounce your pussy on his cock harder and faster than before. 

Leaning forward, Mingyu starts to taste your nipples, sucking and licking the stiff buds with a loud groan. He nips and tugs on them with his teeth as he helps you fuck his cock. His big hands knead and slap your ass as filthy squelching fills the living room. You know his wife can come back at any moment and catch you riding him, but that only turns you on more.

“Mingyu,” you moan as your fingers dig into his shoulders. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Already?” He laughs in delight. “You have a pretty easy cunt don’t you, sweetheart?”

You cry out in pleasure. The sound of skin slapping and your pussy squelching from his rough thrusts are so loud in the small living room. The filthy noises make your walls flutter and clamp down on his pistoning cock.

“I want to cum,” you slur as you sloppily kiss down Mingyu’s jaw and neck. You suck a bruise into his skin. “Want you to cum.”

Mingyu groans, sounding pained, “Sure, honey. Where do you want it?”

“In my pussy,” you moan out quickly. “Cum inside me, please.”

“Fuck,” he laughs darkly. “If that’s what you want, hiney, I’ll cream your little pussy.”

You whine and rock your hips down faster. “Yes, yes! Fuck, Mingyu! Cum in this young pussy!”

One hand moves to your hip to help you keep up a quick rhythm and the other goes back to rubbing and flicking your sensitive clit. 

“C’mon, babydoll. Cum on my cock so I can fill this pretty cunt,” your friend’s dad smirks. “You can do it, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Mingyu bottoms out in your pussy and just grinds against your g-spot as he teases and pinches your clit. Your legs start to shake and tremble as your orgasm washes over you. Mingyu moans your name when your pussy clamps down and milks his cock. Your puffy clit throbs under his thumb as he keeps up the slow, steady circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s enough to push you over the edge again. The orgasm bleeds into a second one as you scream in pleasure.

You melt into Mingyu’s lap, completely sated. His girthy cock is still buried to the hilt in your snug pussy, milking and clenching down on his fat dick. 

“Fuck, that’s it, honey. Fucking take it. I’m gonna creampie your sweet little hole,” he groans as he roughly fucks up into you until he spills his load with a grunt. 

Hot spurts of cum fill your pussy to the brim. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hot spunk keeps coming. It slowly leaks out around his cock and drips down his heavy balls. You’re still trembling and reeling from your orgasm, but that doesn’t stop you from swiveling your hips to fuck his cum deeper inside you.

Mingyu moans fondly before he pulls you impossibly closer to him. He kisses you messily, tongue licking past your soft lips until you’re kissing back just as eagerly. You sit in Mr. Kim’s lap—cock still hard and inside your sore pussy—while you make out on the couch. His hands run all over your body, grabbing your ass and hips before running his thumbs across your nipples. Mingyu repeats the motions over and over again until you’re moaning into his mouth. It has you squirming against him, body hot and turned on all over again.

It’s not long before he’s fucking up into you again. 

“Fucking slut,” he rumbles against your mouth, cock squelching with every thrust in and out of your pussy. “You’re making me cum inside you again. What a greedy girl.”

Since your mind is hazy with pleasure, you can only hum in response. You kiss him again as he groans into your mouth. Even through the overstimulation, you roll your hips into his to get his dick deeper inside you. You let out a loud cry, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucks his dirty cock deep into your pulsing cunt.

Your juices and his cum spill out around his cock and down his heavy balls as he fucks you deep and hard. You’re both so sensitive that you each cum within seconds of the other. Your pussy milks another load from his throbbing cock, his balls flexing as he pumps more cum into your overly stuffed hole. 

“Fuck. Breeding a tight little pussy never gets old,” he sighs, head flopping back onto the couch. “You gonna keep me company the rest of the night, baby?”

You nuzzle into his neck and he slaps your ass gently. “Want you to fuck me full of your cum all night long.”

“Fuck. What a dirty girl,” Mingyu grins as he pulls out of your messy pussy.

Once again, he manhandles you into the position he wants. You’re on your back now, pussy open and spread out for him. Mingyu groans as he fully steps out on his pants and positions himself at your sloppy entrance. He’s mesmerized with the filthy sight in front of him. His eyes are dark as he watches his cum drip out of your little hole.

“My wife will be home soon, but I’m gonna fill up this pretty pussy with my cum before she does. You want that, baby?” Mingyu coos with a dirty smirk.

You nod and spread your legs wider. “Yes! Want you to stuff me full of cum again!”

Mingyu’s eyes are dark as his cock throbs. He knows that he won’t be able to stop fucking you after this. And he’ll make sure you feel the same way once he’s done.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, eyes rolling back as his cock bullies its way into your fluttering walls. 

He has you pinned down with his body weight as he fucks into your wet and willing pussy. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re still so tight even after I fucked you,” he chuckles down at you, making you clamp down harder on his dick.

“Mmm. So fucking good,” you whine, letting him push your knees up to your chest so he can plunge his cock into your pussy even deeper. “You’re gonna make me cum already.”

“Hold it for me, honey,” he groans, slowly rutting his fat cock into your clenching pussy and grinding against the spongy spot inside your cunt. “You can do that for me, right?”

Somehow you manage to nod weakly. You writhe in pleasure when he smacks your swollen clit with his hand. A loud mewl leaves your lips as Mingyu slaps your pudgy clit again. You gasp and moan as he keeps repeating the motion. He drills his cock in and out of your pussy, never fully pulling out so you’re constantly stretched around his thick cock. His fat tip slams against your g-spot every time he bottoms out, making you claw at his chest. You’re too overwhelmed with pleasure to do anything but take it. 

“Slutty little girl. Can’t get enough of this married cock,” he says with a laugh.

Mingyu buries himself so deep inside you that his tip is grinding against your sweet spot. You cry out in pleasure and squirm under his heavy body. Even though he told you to hold back your orgasm, you’re not sure that you’ll be able to.

“That’s it, babydoll. Take it. Take this cock like a good little slut,” Mingyu groans out, holding you down as he fucks his cock deeper into you. “Let me give you what you need.”

“I-I need your mouth,” you gasp out in pleasure. “Kiss me.”

Soon after your plea, a wet, hungry mouth is kissing you greedily. You moan when he forces his tongue into your mouth. The kiss is filthy and needy. Mingyu’s completely devouring you like he can’t get enough of your taste. You whine quietly when he pulls back to catch his breath.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he coos as he noses at your cheek.

Mingyu licks a bold stripe up your neck before he’s licking into your mouth again. You whine and suck on his tongue eagerly as you roll your hips into his slow, punishing thrusts. He’s hitting so deep inside you that you know you’re going to cream on his cock soon. You whine when he pulls away and only quiet down when he kisses you again. Mingyu smiles as he slides his tongue deep into your mouth again, making you moan. You can feel how skilled he is with his tongue, and it makes your pussy gush with more juices around his thrusting cock. 

He pulls away with a hum of amusement. “You like my tongue, honey? I bet you’re imagining it in your other hot little holes, huh?”

Your back arches as you cry out. “O-oh fuck!” 

When you look into his eyes, you see the corners are crinkled as he laughs at you. 

“We’ll save that for next time, sweetheart,” Mingyu promises as his hands shift down to your hips to pull you tighter to him. “I’m close to stuffing your little cunt full.”

“Please,” you whine desperately. “Cream my little pussy!”

Mingyu groans as he keeps hammering his aching cock into your squelching cunt. “Touch yourself. Play with that slippery clit for me, sweetheart.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you immediately listen to him. Pleasure hazes your mind as your fingers move to circle the swollen bud until your thighs are tensing and toes curling. The band of arousal in your stomach snaps seconds later.

“Fuck, I’m cumming—!” You cut yourself off with a loud cry of pleasure as your back arches off the couch, pussy milking his cock as he keeps fucking into your clenching walls.

“That’s it, honey,” Mingyu groans in satisfaction as you soak his cock with your orgasm.

His hips snap even harder against you until he completely buries himself deep inside your pussy. You feel the warmth of his hot cum paint your walls white as his dick fills you with rope after rope of cum. He yanks you closer to his hard body as his cock throbs against your pulsing walls. His fat tip spurts the last of his cum inside of you. You watch as he slowly pulls out, creamy slick and cum oozing from his drippy tip as it spills from your used hole. 

“You did so good for me, baby,” Mingyu’s pretty eyes seem to gleam down at you as he gives you a sweet kiss. “So fucking good.”

Cum stains the couch as it drips out of you, but Mingyu doesn’t seem to care. Neither do you. You’re still reeling from the fact that your friend’s dad is the best sex you’ve ever had.

“I guess it’s a good thing Gayoung has a new boyfriend,” Mingyu huffs out as he thumbs between the mess still leaking from your sensitive cunt.

You mewl and shift into the motions. “Y-You know?”

His deep laugh is attractive, and your pussy clenches and pushes more cum out and onto his thumb. “Of course I know. She’s my daughter.”

It’s silent for a moment before he looks at you in the face. There’s something soft there, and at that moment you know you have him where you want him.

“As long as she’s sneaking around with him, we can have our fun too, right?”

You give him a pretty smile that makes his heart and cock throb. “Sure. As long as she keeps seeing this new guy of hers, we can.”

“I’m on my way.”

Mingyu smirks and licks his lips. “I’ll be waiting for you, babydoll.”

Your pretty laughter sounds through the phone, and it makes Mingyu’s heart pound in excitement. “Gayoung says she’ll be home in a bit. She’s with her little boyfriend, so we have at least an hour.”

“Perfect,” Mingyu grins as he palms his cock. “When you get here, I’m gonna bend you over that kitchen table and eat your pretty pussy until you’re crying for me.”

He can picture your filthy grin as you tell him you’ll see him soon.

And true to his word, Mingyu is on you as soon as you walk through the front door. He tosses you on the kitchen table and eats your cunt like it’s his last meal. 

Mingyu cages you under his body, kissing you with a heated passion that you still can’t get fully used to. Your body burns hot with arousal as he helps you out of your shirt. It’s amazing how hungry he still is for you even though you two have been fucking for a while now. Not that you’re any better. You crave him just as much as he craves you. That’s why you wrap your legs around him to keep him close after he takes his shirt off.

Large hands trail down your body and stop right at the thin leggings you’re wearing. His pretty eyes gleam as he looks up at you. “I could just rip these off of you, baby.”

You bite your lip as your pussy clenches. “Do it then.”

With a deep grunt, Mingyu rips a wide hole right at the crotch of your leggings. You can’t look away from his bulging muscles. A needy whine tumbles past your lips as your legs part even wider. Mingyu laughs and smacks your panty clad pussy.

“Should I rip these too?”

You nod quickly as your body trembles with excitement. Again, his muscles bulge as he tears your panties apart. The thread seems like paper as it comes apart easily and bares your soaked cunt to his dark eyes. Mingyu groans at the pretty sight. He quickly kneels down and goes in for a taste.

“So fucking juicy,” Mingyu groans after he licks a broad stripe up your pussy lips and to your clit.

“Mingyu, fuck,” you moan as your body arches up to meet his mouth. 

“Been thinking about your sweet pussy all day,” Mingyu growls into your pussy before he nips at your pulsing clit.

Your filthy moans encourage him to bury his head deeper between your legs. He kisses and licks your swollen clit before his tongue lathes across your slit. Mingyu trails his tongue all across your cunt before he licks into your clenching hole. Again, he groans at the sweet taste. 

“Gyu,” you squirm, hips rolling into his mouth as his dark eyes watch you start to fall apart on his tongue. 

His hot tongue flutters inside your pussy, fucking in and out of your messy hole until sloppy wet noises fill the kitchen. You tangle your fingers in his hair and push him deeper against your pussy until his nose is grinding against your pudgy clit. Mingyu’s cock throbs when you cry out in pleasure. You’re so fucking hot that he needs to have you cream on his tongue so he can feel your tight little cunt around his dick.

Mingyu’s big hands dig into your hips and hold you up against his face so he can lick into your greedy cunt deeper than before. Your thighs start to tremble from the delicious sensation. You wrap your legs around his head and squish his face against your soaked pussy to grind your wet pussy against his mouth. 

The deep groan coming from Mingyu is muffled as he slips his tongue out of your hole. He kisses his way up to your sensitive clit and suckles the swollen bud into his mouth. You cry out his name as he lets his tongue circle against it again and again until you’re back arches off the table. 

“F-Fuck!” You moan as you tremble in his hold,

“Feel good, sweet girl?” Mingyu asks before he blows cool air on your soaked slit, making you whine. 

“Yes,” you pant as your hands scratch his scalp. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Then cum, baby. Get my face all messy,” he groans. “Be a good girl and cream on my face.”

Mingyu’s thumb circles your clit as his mouth drifts back down to your clenching hole. His tongue slides in and out of your hot pussy teasingly until you’re whining for more. With a dark laugh, Mingyu fucks his tongue into your cunt as he roughly pinches your swollen bundle of nerves. He keeps up the rough pinching until you’re wailing out in absolute pleasure. Your climax hits abruptly and intensely. Your pussy gushes a stream of juices all over Mingyu’s mouth. 

With a deep moan, Mingyu keeps lapping at your cunt until you’re whimpering from overstimulation and tugging on his hair. He absolutely loves it when you squirt, and he’s determined to have you soak his cock like you did his face. Licking his lips, Mingyu kisses your clit messily. He goes back to licking and sucking at the sensitive bud before he slides his tongue back into your soaked hole. 

“I want you to give me more,” Mingyu says as he pulls back to spit on your pussy, making your clit throb. “Gonna fucking eat you up, honey.”

Your eyes roll back as Mingyu pins you down to the table. The last thought your muddled brain forms is it’s going to be a long hour. 

Once your friend’s dad is satisfied with how many times you’ve creamed on his tongue, he stands up and steps out of his pants before he pulls off his underwear. You eye his twitching cock hungrily as it slaps against his lower abdomen. Mingyu rips off what’s left of your leggings and underwear before he grabs your thighs and yanks you to the edge of the table. You squeal and wrap your hands around his biceps. He quickly notches the head of his cock at your cunt and wastes no time in bottoming out in your sopping wet hole. 

“Damn, you’re soaked,” he groans in delight. “Little hole’s just made for my fat cock. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Yes,” you mewl as your nails dig into his muscles. “All for you, baby.”

“Yeah,” Mingyu growls as his eyes darken. “You are.”

You moan and wrap your legs tightly around his waist to sheath his girthy cock deeper into your spasming pussy. His leaking tip brushes against your g-spot immediately. You toss your head back and cry out loudly. God, do you love his dick.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Fucking scream for me,” Mingyu hums into your ear. “Let everyone hear what a cockhungry slut you are.”

You scream again when Mingyu wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you down on his cock as he thrusts forward. Your pussy clamps down on his big dick as your clit throbs in arousal. 

“That’s it, honey. Fucking squeeze me,” he presses you down on the table as his cock slips halfway out. 

“So big,” you whine when he slams his cock back into your pussy. “Feels so fucking good.”

“I know, baby. I know,” Mingyu coos as he leans forward to press a sweet kiss on your neck.

A loud moan tears from your throat as he starts to fuck into you at a rough tempo. Mingyu pounds his fat cock in and out of your cunt so fast that filthy, wet sounds fill the air. He’s fucking you so good that your brain feels like complete mush. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he drills his girthy cock in and out of your pussy with quick, deep thrusts. His fat tip slams against your sweet spot and makes you clamp down on him. The blissful pleasure has more juices dripping around his thick cock.

“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, slowing down his thrusts so he can fuck you deeper and harder. 

“You’re so fucking deep, Gyu,” you moan wantonly as your hot cunt squeezes and pulses around his cock. “Fucking love your big cock.”

“Yeah?” Mingyu says with a smirk.

He fucks into you slow and deep until your hot cunt is clamping down on him. Your pussy feels used and stretched, and you absolutely love it. All you can think about is how he’s buried in your guts. Syrupy pleasure drapes over your body as the band of arousal in your stomach gets tighter and tighter. With a pleased moan, Mingyu shifts his hips and presses his cock upwards to grind his drippy tip against your g-spot.

“Fuck, baby. This is the wettest little pussy I’ve ever stretched out on my cock,” he moans down at you, dropping more of his body weight on you and driving his cock deeper into your body. 

You cry out as your nails dig into his back from how much deeper his dick is plunging into your pulsing cunt. One of his hands shifts from your waist down towards your pussy, thumb slowly circling your clit now. 

Mingyu groans almost sweetly. “It feels like you’re gonna cum for me.”

Your eyelashes flutter as he increases the pressure on your swollen bud. “I am, baby. My pussy feels so good.”

“I know, sweetheart. Can’t wait to feel you creaming on my cock. Fuck. Show me how much this hot cunt wants my cum.”

Your back arches at his words. Desperately, your hips swivel down to tempt him to thrust into you faster. He leans back far enough to drop a hot glob of spit down onto your pussy and rubs it into your clit with his thumb. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whine out in a mewling cry as your pussy clamps down on his dick. Your soft walls clench and flutter around him as that final act pushes you over the edge.

“Yes, baby, fuck. That’s a good girl,” he praises you warmly, never letting up on rubbing your pudgy bud. “Love it when you squeeze me with this little pussy.”

Your orgasm only seems to heighten as he continues to fuck into your squelching cunt. Mingyu’s heavy balls smack against your ass as his fat tip knocks into your sweet spot until your eyes roll back. 

“Give me one more. I know you can,” Mingyu coaxes with a filthy smile. “Let me feel this pretty pussy cream on my cock again. You know how much I love it.”

All you can do is cry out for Mingyu to fuck you harder as your pussy clenches down on his throbbing cock. You messily grind against him, hips rolling into his powerful thrusts as he rails you into the table.

“What a cock drunk slut,” Mingyu laughs darkly. “Squeezing me so tight. You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?”

You nod wildly, hips bucking up against his thrusts. “Yes! I’m so fucking close!”

Mingyu smirks and pinches your clit meanly as your pussy spasms and flutters around his girthy cock. “This cute little clit’s so swollen. So wet and sensitive. All for me, hm?”

“Oh, god, Gyu! I’m gonna cum!” You wail, mind lost to the pleasure building with every rough stroke of his cock and fingers. 

Mingyu moans along with you as your climax whites out your brain. Crying out, your back arches off the table. Your body thrashes underneath his as your orgasm washes over you in an intense wave. With your second orgasm, it feels like an explosion goes off in your body, pussy contracting violently around his cock as your muscles lock up. 

“Fuck, good girl. God. I’m gonna cream your tight fucking pussy,” he groans brokenly, drilling into your pussy like an insatiable beast.

With a few more harsh thrusts, he groans and buries his cock balls deep into your pussy. Mingyu shoots his hot load into your clenching hole. Your pussy flutters and clenches around his dick as he stuffs your hole with rope after rope of his thick cum. He grinds himself against your g-spot as he finishes inside your fluttering cunt before he slowly pulls out. A creamy mix of cum and slick oozes from your pussy. 

Mingyu leans back to admire the filthy sight. His fingers spread open your used cunt to watch his cum leak out of your clenching pussy.

“Prettiest fucking view,” Mingyu groans as he fingers his cum back into your sore cunt.

You look down and see his filthy cock is still hard and throbbing in need. With a whine, you bring your hands up to tug your shit off and play with your nipples. Mingyu’s eyes become impossibly darker as you swivel your hips into his hand. Fuck. You’re so hot and tempting that he can’t help but want you on his cock all the time.

“Ready for another round, sweetheart?” Mingyu says with a filthy smirk as he smacks his cock against your messy pussy, 

You whimper and nod quickly, not caring that Gayoung will be home soon. All thoughts of your friend disappear when Mingyu ruts his cock through your slit and bumps his leaking tip against your clit. Cum and slick smear all over your pussy lips as he keeps repeating the motions.

“Good girl.”

Before you know it, Mingyu has you pressed up one of the sliding glass doors that leads to the back yard. You brace yourself on the glass as Mingyu notches his cock at your slick hole. The both of you moan when he finally pushes inside. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he completely buries his cock into your messy pussy. 

“So tight,” he grunts as his fingers dig into your hips. “Gonna pound this greedy pussy all day.”

“What about Gayoung?” You whine as your pussy clenches around his throbbing dick. “She’ll be home soon.”

“This might be a good time to tell her,” Mingyu groans into your ear as he starts to fuck his thick cock into your hot cunt. “Let her know how much I love her friend’s tight little pussy.”

You moan loudly as he hammers his big cock into you. It’s all too much, and it feels so good. The glass door is fogging up completely as Mingyu pounds into you from behind. Your bare tits are squished against the cool glass and have you dripping with more arousal. Mingyu’s harsh thrusts make your hard nipples rub against the glass until they’re completely sensitive.

Mingyu’s pace doesn’t slow down. His hips slam against your ass as he fucks you deep and hard. Your swollen clit throbs as he concentrates on slipping in and out of your clenching heat. You start to lose track of time as the pleasure takes over your thoughts. Your pussy is soaking wet, and you can hear a wet schlick sound every time Mingyu’s cock thrusts back into you.

“You’re so deep, Gyu,” you whine.

Your friend’s dad laughs darkly and spanks your ass, “Mhm. Take it, little girl. I’m about to breed this pussy full.”

“Yes, yes!” You moan against the glass. “Please! I want it!”

“Greedy little slut,” he laughs again before groaning deeply. “Cum on my cock so I can give you what you want.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as Mingyu’s girthy cock stretches your tiny hole. He slams his leaking tip into your sweet spot until your pussy is clamping down and gushing all over his aching cock. You scream in pleasure as you squirt all over him and the glass door. Mingyu groans in satisfaction, fucking his cock into you harder to prolong your orgasm.

“That’s it, babydoll. Squirt all over this cock,” Mingyu moans as he slaps your ass. “Filthy fucking girl. Look what a mess you made.”

The glass door is completely dirty, but it only turns the both of you on even more. Mingyu fucks into you a few more times before he presses his pelvis tightly against your ass and cums. His big cock throbs and pulses as rope after rope of hot, thick cum fills your pussy to the brim.

Your eyes roll back in ecstasy. “I’m so full, Mingyu. Fuck. It’s too much.”

“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. Just look at how this greedy little pussy keeps milking my cock,” Mingyu groans. “Just gobbling it up.”

You moan wantonly when he fucks his cock deeper into you. He’s right. You absolutely love it when he stuffs you full, and you know he feels the same way. Your throbbing cunt is hot as he pulls his cock out of you with a lewd plap. 

“Get changed, baby,” Mingyu says as he presses a sweet kiss on your lips. “Can’t have my daughter catching you with my cum dripping out of your little pussy.”

You smirk at him. “Wouldn’t want that, baby.”

You stare up at the ceiling as Gayoung sleeps soundly next to you. It’s been over an hour since she fell asleep, and all you can think about is her dad’s cock. Since Bora is away for the week, you know it’s the perfect chance for you to sneak into the master bedroom and get fucked how you deserve.

It doesn’t take long for you to make a filthy decision. You stand up and slip out of your sleep shorts. Now you’re only left in your tank top and underwear as you tiptoe out of Gayoung’s room and down the hall. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the master bedroom. You stand in front of the closed door and bite your lip.

Your heart pounds as you lightly knock on the door. When you don’t hear anything, you turn the knob and grin when you realize the door isn’t locked. You smirk and let yourself inside. As quietly as you can, you close the door behind you and make your way over to the large bed. Mingyu is lying on his side, head on his arm. You take a second to admire how good he looks even while he’s sleeping. Unable to wait any longer, you reach out and gently shake his shoulder.

“Mingyu,” you whisper. “Mingyu, wake up.” 

He groggily wakes up a second later, eyes squinting up at your silhouette. 

“What?” He reaches over to the nightstand to pick up his phone. “It’s late, honey. Why are you still awake?

He raises up, a little more alert. “Are you okay?”

You play with the hem of your thin tank top as you look at him coyly. “Yeah. I just can’t sleep.”

“Did you wake me up because you can’t sleep?” There’s a teasing lilt in his voice, and you know he already knows what you’re up to.

You pout at him. “I need your help, Gyu.”

“Help?” Mingyu repeats then laughs. It’s low and deep and so fucking attractive. “What? You need me to help your needy pussy?”

Mingyu doesn’t wait for your answer and pulls the covers back. He’s only wearing underwear, and you can’t help but admire his chiseled body as he pats the empty space next to him.

“Come here. Show me what your problem is, sweetheart.”

You grin and climb into bed with him. The sheets are warm and smell like his cologne, making your pussy messy with more arousal that coats your inner thighs. Mingyu pulls the cover back over both of your bodies before he pulls you flush against him. With a devious smirk, you grab his hand and force his palm against your soaked panties. 

His fingers press into you harder as he groans into your neck. “So fucking wet.”

“I need you,” you whisper in the dark. “Need your big cock to make me cum.”

Mingyu’s hand slips under the band of your panties, and his fingers drag over your clit in teasing motions. Your hips buck as you let out a needy whine. 

“Shh, baby,” he whispers hotly in your ear. “You’re gonna get us caught. And all because you’re being a slutty little girl.”

You whine quietly as he continues to rub your clit. Mingyu pulls his hand away to take off your panties. Once they’re off, he slips his ring and middle finger in your clenching hole and fucks them hard into your pussy, palm smacking against your clit. 

Not bothering to be quiet, you moan loudly. “Mingyu, please.”

“God damn,” Mingyu bites into your neck, making you roll your hips down into his rough finger fucking. 

“Jerk me off, honey,” he growls in your ear. “Get your hands around my cock or I’m not gonna fill this wet little pussy.”

Eagerly, your hand fumbles between you two until you can reach into his briefs and pull out his thick cock. He groans, pressing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck and collar bone. You feel his cock pulse and throb in your hand, fingers not able to touch as they wrap around him. 

“Stroke it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice deep with lust. “Don’t act shy now. Jerk off your friend’s dad so he can fuck your sweet pussy.” 

“Mingyu,” you roll your hips down into his hand as his palm smacks your clit harshly. 

You grasp his dick in your hand and softly start stroking him up and down with a needy moan. God, do you want him inside you.

“A little harder, baby. You know how I like it,” he groans before laughing meanly. “I know your hand’s not as good as your cunt, but you can play with my cock a little better than that.”

Your pussy pulses around his fingers as more of your juices drip down his wrist. 

“Mmm, such a nasty little slut,” he coos as he sucks a bruise into your neck. “Need me to make this pussy cum, huh? How slutty of you to sneak in here. What if I didn’t wake up? What then?”

“Mingyu,” you mewl out his name weakly. 

He sucks another bruise into your skin. “Were you going to get me hard then sit on my dick? So I could wake up to you working that tight little pussy on my fat cock?”

“No,” you jerk him off messily, precum oozing over your fingers and making your hand sticky. 

“No?” Mingyu tuts like he doesn’t believe you. “I know you would’ve used my dick to get off. It’s okay. I wouldn’t mind waking up buried in your tight cunt. And you know this cock is yours whenever you want it.”

You feel your orgasm ramping closer with every steady thrust of Mingyu’s fingers into your aching pussy. “I’m close.”

Mingyu yanks his fingers out of your squelching pussy, and you cry out in protest. He quickly kicks off his briefs and tosses them on the floor. 

You mewl desperately. “Mingyu, please. I need to cum.”

“And you will,” he coos in faux sympathy. The mocking pout on his lips is unfairly cute even though it shouldn’t be. “But you’re going to do it on my cock. I need to be inside your wet little cunt now.”

Mingyu moves on top of you, pulling the blanket up against the chill of his room. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. He grabs your legs and puts them around his waist right as you press your lips against his. Moaning, you rock down, his dick catching on your dripping hole and making you both moan. He grinds down on you, cock rubbing against your clit. Your fingers dig into his tense shoulders.

“Want your big cock inside me, Mingyu,” you beg, voice high and needy. “Please! I need you to fill me up.”

He laughs fondly, loving how desperate you are for him. “Okay, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want.”

Mingyu reaches between your bodies and guides the fat head of his cock into your sopping wet hole. The first few inches glide in easily. He grunts when your pussy walls clamp down on his dick. Slowly, he thrusts himself deeper into your willing cunt. You whine, nails digging into his broad back.

“Aww, sweetheart. Are you already getting all dumb on my cock?” He snaps his hips hard, burying his full length into your pulsing walls. 

You scream at the sudden feeling and he groans, palm coming up way too late to cover your mouth. 

“Shut up,” he snaps at you, stilling his movement so you both can listen for any sound outside his room. 

After a minute of nothing, he pulls out and thrust his hips deep into your cunt again, keeping his palm over your mouth. 

“If you want me to stuff this little cunt with my cum, stay quiet,” he hisses down at you, eyes almost black.

He lets go of your mouth to shift his hands underneath your hips to push you down with his thrusts, letting him fuck you deeper than before. 

“You like it when I scream for you,” your dulcet tone makes his cock throb inside you. 

“I know, honey. Fucking love it,” Mingyu admits as he picks up his pace.

Your pussy is squelching loudly even with the blanket cocooning you together. Wet slapping sounds echo into the air, and just the thought of Gayoung walking into the room and finding you with her dad’s cock inside you makes you clamp down on him. Mingyu moans when he feels more of your cream coat his cock. The way your pussy keeps fluttering wildly around his dick makes him realize that you’re close.

“Ready for me to give you a nice, thick creampie?”

“Yes, yes!” You cry out as your nails scratch a scorching trial down his back. “I want you to cum in me, Mingyu. It always feels so fucking good.”

“Fuck,” he groans, moving his arm between your bodies to rub and pinch your clit roughly. “Cum for me so I can fill you up, little girl.”

“Yes! Fucking knock me up, Gyu,” you moan hotly. “Breed this little cunt! Fill it with all your love.”

“Fuck yeah,” he groans lowly, spreading your pussy with his fingers to tap his thumb against your swollen clit. “I’m gonna fill this little cunt until it’s spilling out, sweetheart. What’ll people think if I knock you up? Everyone would know you let your friend’s father fuck you and breed your cute little pussy.”

“Good, so good,” you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head as Mingyu grinds his cock against your g-spot as his thumb teases over your clit. “I want it, Gyu. Give it to me.”

“Fuck, you’re so—” 

Amazing. Hot. Perfect.

Mingyu grunts and grinds his hips down harder into you, skin slapping loudly in the room. He roughly pinches your clit and tugs until the knot of arousal inside you snaps. Mingyu slaps his hand over your mouth as you scream, hips jumping up as your legs shake and tremble. Your eyes roll back in your head as your orgasm coats Mingyu’s still thrusting cock. He groans at the feeling of your walls squeezing down on him tightly. 

Mingyu grunts lowly and buries his cock deep inside you, tip grazing your cervix as he pumps you full of thick, sticky cum. You moan high in your throat, walls fluttering and milking Mingyu as he grinds his dick into your pussy. 

“Take it, babydoll,” he grits out, biting your neck as he sloppily rolls his hips. “Fuck. I love breeding this needy hole.”

“Mingyu,” you sigh, thigh muscles still trembling around his waist. “So good. It feels so fucking good. It’s hot inside.”

“God damn,” he groans, cock throbbing as more cum spurts from the tip. “My little slut likes getting filled to the brim, huh?”

Mingyu drags his mouth from your neck to kiss you, tongue licking into your panting mouth. You slowly and messily make out as his cock finally starts to soften and he slips out of your wet heat. He pushes the blanket back as he sits back. 

His dark eyes greedily watch as his cum slowly leaks from your puffy cunt, hole obscenely dripping with creamy slick. Mingyu grabs your panties, from where they were tossed, and works them up your legs. He snaps the band once they’re covering your messy cunt. 

“You should be able to sleep now, honey,” he grins. “Especially now that you’re nice and full.”

You give him a filthy kiss before getting up and going back to his daughter’s room as his cum drips into your panties.

You’ve been fucking Mingyu nonstop since his wife has been gone. Since Gayoung is preoccupied with her new boyfriend, you’ve fucked all over her house without too many interruptions. Now, her mom is back and you’re at her welcome home party. This, however, doesn’t stop you from taking what you want from your friend’s dad.

“Keep quiet for me, baby. Can’t have everyone downstairs hearing what a little slut you are,” Mingyu’s voice is wicked and gleeful as he whispers in your ear. 

You whine quietly, clit throbbing under his fingers as he circles the swollen bud over and over again. His fingers dip down to part your pussy lips, gathering your arousal between the digits before sliding back up to rub wetly across your clit. 

The laughter and chatter from downstairs is loud enough to hear through Gayoung’s bedroom door—the one Mingyu has your front pressed against as he boxes you in with his broad body. His chest is hot against your back as he slowly teases your bare cunt underneath your clothes. 

“We don’t have too long before someone comes looking for us,” he chuckles, fingers lighting spanking across your pussy, making you buck your hips forward. 

“Don’t care,” you whimper, nipples hard and aching in your bra. “Just want you to fuck me.”

Mingyu groans, knowing what you’re really asking for. He pushes your shorts and panties down your legs and pulls off your tiny crop top and bra. It’s risky, but he also gets as naked as you are. In the past two months he’s found out that he’s unable to say no to you. Mingyu’s cock throbs in need as he pushes you against his daughter’s bedroom door. 

Your friend’s dad ruts his leaking cock between your thighs, soaking his girthy cock with your juices. You moan so loud that Mingyu has to cover your mouth with his free hand while he uses the other to press his tip into your clenching hole. 

“Greedy little girl,” he groans in your ear, making your cunt throb. “Being so fucking naughty. You’re gonna get us caught, sweetheart.”

Your pretty eyes flutter as more slick coats the head of his dick while he presses himself deeper into your clenching walls. You can’t stop whining behind his palm as he works his cock all the way into your pussy, burying himself balls deep with a low groan. 

“Mhm, you seem extra tight and wet, babydoll. Am I making this little pussy feel good, or…” Mingyu thrusts in and out roughly, making your eyes roll back as he grinds against your g-spot. “Are you all hot and bothered because anyone could walk by and hear me stuffing your wet cunt?”

Another loud wail slips past your lips and is quickly muffled by his hand. He laughs and lightly rubs at your clit until you’re rocking back in time with his thrusts. Mingyu pauses for a second and you realize someone is walking past your door. With another low chuckle, he slowly grinds his cock inside your soaked hole as he teases your pudgy clit. 

“Don’t make any noise,” he whispers hotly in your ear. “Can’t let anyone know that you like your friend’s dad fucking your hot, tight pussy.” 

You can barely stop yourself from clawing at the door. Pleasure pools in your stomach, winding up the need to orgasm until it’s a tight band ready to snap. The footsteps recede until you can’t hear them anymore.

“Squeezing me so fucking tight, babydoll,” he sucks on your neck, and it makes you clench down on his cock even harder. “Gonna make me cum already. Creampie this cute pussy.”

You shiver and try to press back harder against him, but he just presses you into the door until you’re squished, making your pussy flutter wildly around his cock. 

“That’s it, honey. Let me fuck your cunt how I want,” he lightly pinches your clit and you sag against the wood in front of you. 

“Good girl. Such a sweet girl for me,” he coos, hips picking up speed as he fucks into your squelching pussy.

Moaning, your toes curl as you feel yourself nearing your orgasm. Mingyu’s fingers stop their slow pace and start rubbing your clit in tight little circles that make you squirm against him. 

“Close aren’t you?” He grunts. “C’mon then, baby. Cream my cock with that sexy little pussy. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Mingyu rocks forward one more time, brushing across the spongy spot in your cunt. It makes that band of arousal snap. Your cunt clamps down on his cock like a vice, walls pulsing and fluttering around his fat dick. 

“Oh, good girl,” he whispers in your ear fondly. 

You squeal when Mingyu grabs your thighs and picks you up effortlessly. He pulls you off his cock, and your pussy throbs when you see his wet dick bobbing around, hard and throbbing in need. It looks like it hurts, and you want it back inside you immediately. Mingyu takes a few steps back as he growls in your ear that he’s not close to done with you. Impressively, he holds you with one arm as he guides his cock to your entrance again.

Mingyu hammers his girthy cock into your sensitive pussy. He fucks into you so hard you start to moan loudly.

You’re both so lost in pleasure that you don’t hear the approaching footsteps until it’s too late. The door swings open, and Mingyu’s wife stands at the doorway, looking like she’s seen a ghost. Your hot cunt gets impossibly tighter around him. Mingyu smirks at Bora, pumping hips not stopping even though tears are gathering in her eyes.

Bora’s heartbreak is overshadowed by the rabid jealousy she feels as she watches her husband pound his big cock into your tight little cunt. She can tell how tight you are because the grip is so taut, and Mingyu is moaning like he hasn’t in years. 

Mingyu’s name falls from Bora’s lips in a pathetic way that makes her cringe. What she doesn’t expect is for you to turn your fucked out face at her and smirk.

“Mmh! F-Fuck, Bora. Your husband fucks me so good,” you moan shamelessly.

Mingyu smirks cruelly as you tighten around him. His pace doesn’t falter, too caught up in the feeling of your tight pussy. “Shit, baby. You’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard.”

Bora feels sick to her stomach. Her daughter’s room smells like sex and filth. The tears fall as she stands frozen in place. She knows she should leave, but she can’t move her feet. She also can’t take her eyes off the way her husband is fucking you. It’s a passion she hasn’t gotten from him in years, and it makes her feel like absolute shit.

Mingyu rams his cock into you until you’re crying out his name like it’s all you can remember. You’re coating his cock with your cream, and the sight makes his wife sick. All Bora can smell is the heady musk of sex, and the sound of lewd squelching and skin on skin seems deafening at this point. 

“God, I fucking love this tight pussy. No one else feels this good. They don’t squeeze me like you do, babydoll,” Mingyu pounds your cunt mercilessly, fucking you like an animal in heat. “Only you can get me like this, baby. No one else.”

It’s a devastating blow to Bora, one that makes her feel shittier than she thought was possible. Especially because Mingyu looks her directly in the eye when he says it. Even so, she can’t look away even as you cum all over her husband’s cock while crying out like a pornstar. You’re so young and attractive that it angers her. It’s part of the reason she can’t look away.

“Already, baby?” Mingyu coos adoringly, licking his lips at the hot sight of you creaming on his dick. “Guess you like being watched. Knew you’d fucking love this shit. I bet you want me to cum inside your pretty cunt, huh? Show Bora how much you love my cum.”

Another painful pang strikes his wife’s heart as he says this through a teasing smirk. She can’t believe he’s talking so dirty and like she’s not standing in front of him.

You clamp down on his cock and moan at his words, loving how he’s fucking you through your toe-curling orgasm. “Cum inside me, Gyu! Breed my little pussy in front of your wife!”

Bora is absolutely horrified. You’re just as sick as her husband, and it kills her that he actually gives you what you want almost immediately.

Mingyu keeps bouncing you on his girthy cock, and you swear you’re about to cum all over his dick again. Completely cock drunk, you turn your face to look up at the man splitting you open on his cock.

“Don’t stop, baby,” you beg cutely in a way that makes him fuck you harder. “Give me what I want.”

“I won’t, honey. Not for anything,” Mingyu says, hips snapping and cock throbbing.

It feels like your entire body is on fire. Mingyu is pumping his thick cock into you like it’s the last time you two will ever fuck. But you know that’s not the case. Neither of you can care that his wife caught you. It only made everything so much hotter and nastier.

“Fucking love your cock!” You moan, lifting your head to give Mingyu another sloppy kiss. Your tongues play around together until you inevitably have to separate for air. “Sh-shit, Gyu. Fucking love you.”

Mingyu starts to fuck you harder when he hears those words, groaning out his own that break the remaining pieces of his wife’s heart. “I love you too, sweetheart. More than anyone.”

At that, you cream all over his big cock again as you scream his name. The way your hot cunt squeezes his aching cock makes Mingyu’s pretty eyes roll to the back of his head. He buries himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he shoots his hot load into your cunt. You kiss again as Mingyu fucks his cum deeper into you like a wild animal in a rut. You whimper softly as you feel hot rope after rope of his thick cum filling your pussy to the brim. 

Bora feels numb at this point. Never mind the fact that he hasn’t kissed her during sex or said those three words to her in years. Mingyu just fucking came inside you while she watched. He hasn’t fucked her full of cum like how he’s doing to you since Gayoung was in high school. Her heart breaks completely as he fills you with the love he obviously doesn’t have for her.

The last bit of Bora’s heart is finally ripped away when he pulls you off his dirty cock and gently sets you down. Mingyu caresses your face and body while he tells you what a good girl you are and how well you did for him—yet another thing Bora hasn’t experienced in years. She forgot that he could be such a soft person after sex. All that’s left is a cold feeling as he dotes on you while acting like she’s not still in the room. 

“Our guests are still downstairs,” Bora says, voice sounding hollow and tense.

“So go and rejoin the party,” Mingyu says dismissively as he kneels down and throws one of your legs over his shoulder. 

More tears fall from her eyes as he licks a broad stripe up your messy pussy, collecting all the filth and moaning like he’s never tasted anything sweeter. He groans into your heat as he cleans you up earnestly. Briefly, Mingyu pulls back to give her an annoyed look.

“Go. Now,” his tone doesn’t leave room for argument. “And make sure no one comes back upstairs. I’m not done here.”

Mingyu murmurs praises into your skin as you soothingly caress his hair. Once again, he tells you how much he loves you as he keeps eating his cum out of your spent pussy.

All Bora can do is turn on her heel and walk out of the room, closing the door behind her as she goes.

The frantic knocking on your door makes you pause the TV. With an annoyed sigh, you get up and go to answer the door, only to find Gayoung on the other side. Her mascara is smudged and she has a devastated look on her face. Immediately, you know that she knows.

“How could you?”

You remain unfazed as you cross your arms over your chest. “How could I what?”

Tears stream down your friend’s face, but you don’t feel bad at all. “How could you fuck my dad!? You’re supposed to be my friend!”

She’s breathing heavily, and you can tell she’s barely keeping her anger in check. At that moment, she reminds you of her pathetic mom. It’s actually funny.

You snort, unable to get the hot scene from yesterday out of your head. “So, you found out.”

“Yes!” Gayoung yells as her bottom lip trembles. “How long has this been going on?”

You hum thoughtfully as a mean smirk takes over your face. Gayoung doesn’t even recognize you as you respond to her cruelly. “Like, four months.”

It’s funny how her face gets red with anger. “I can’t believe you—I-I was a good fucking friend to you! How could you do this to me? To my mom?”

“I should be asking you that.”

Gayoung becomes furious. What the hell are you even talking about? How could you try to turn this on her when you’re the one who betrayed her?

“Don’t act dumb,” you roll your eyes. “This little innocent act doesn’t fool me—not anymore.”

“What?” Gayoung scoffs. “You’re fucking crazy—”

“Do you think I still don’t know that you’ve been fucking Jihoon?”

A tense silence looms between the two of you as Gayoung’s face falls. She starts to stutter, heart racing when she fully processes what you said. How did you find out? She was so careful.

“You know,” you say as you lean against the door frame. “For someone who always told me you hated your dad for fucking around on your mom, you turned out to be exactly like him.”

Gayoung can’t say anything. Her face is hot with shame and embarrassment. 

“When I found out that you were fucking my boyfriend, I couldn’t believe it,” you scoff, still in disbelief about the entire thing. “I was like, it can’t be my friend who’s always hurt because her dad is always cheating on her mom. There’s no way.”

Gayoung’s gaze falls to the ground, and it stays there.

“You made me do this, Gayoung,” you tell her coldly. “It’s only fair, right? You know how much I loved Jihoon.”

It pisses you off that she doesn’t say anything. So you keep talking to hurt her even more. “You know, it only went on so long because of you. I told your dad I would only fuck him as long as you kept fucking Jihoon. Didn’t know you were such a little whore.”

Gayoung doesn’t say anything even as you insult her. Because deep down, she knows you’re not in the wrong—not completely, anyway. She did betray you first and she is just like her father. More than she likes to admit.

“I was going to stop fucking your dad after I got my revenge, but he likes me too much.”

Gayoung’s head snaps up. Shiny tears are gathered in her eyes with an unspoken question.

“He didn’t tell you?” You tut meanly. “I guess he will soon. Apparently he can’t live without me. He asked me to move in with him as soon as your mom gets out of his house.”

“You—”

“He fucks better than Jihoon, you know,” you cut her off with a cruel smirk. “We fucked all over your house, and even in your room.”

Gayoung feels sick, but she can’t say anything.

“Your mom even watched one time,” you muse as you think back to that fateful day. “Both of your parents are huge freaks, but I don’t judge. It’s obvious that it’s been a while for her since your dad won’t go anywhere near her.”

“Shut up,” Gayoung murmurs as her voice trembles.

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “I don’t know why you’re over here trying to blame me for something you caused. Besides, that marriage was long over before I came into the picture. You told me so yourself.”

Tears stream down Gayoung’s face as she recalls all the times you let her cry on your shoulder. Every time you had been such a good friend to her, but she betrayed you, and now she was facing the consequences.

“I have nothing else to say to you. Just remember when you tell the story of how this all happened, you make sure to mention that it was you who betrayed me first.”

You follow instructions and close the door as you do before going to sit in the faux leather chair across from him. Weariness still shadows Seungcheol’s face and you frown at this. You don’t like when he looks so exhausted, so different from his normal composed persona. “Is everything okay sir?”

“Oh don’t worry about me,” he lets out a small chuckle. “I think I’m just getting old.”

“You can’t be that old sir,” you insist. “You look too good.” 

“I’m nearing forty, that is old enough for me. You’re what? Twenty-two?”

“Twenty sir.”

Seungcheol’s eyebrows shoot up at this. “Aish, I am getting old.”

“Age isn’t everything, professor,” you assure him.

“Maybe not, but enough about my old age. You’ve come into my office hours, what can I help you with?”

“I’m struggling with the out of class work you’ve assigned,” you explain. “Specific yesterday’s worksheet, the one about genetics and heredity.”

“Ah yeah. How about you come over here and we can look at it together.” Seungcheol gestures you over to his side of the desk. Daintily you pick up your worksheet and walk over to him. Once you lay the paper down in front of him you’re about to lean down to look at it but Seungcheol’s rough hands grab at your hips and pull you down onto his lap.

“O-oh!”

“That’s better, isn’t it doll?” Seungcheol says huskily in your ear. 

“Y-yes daddy,” you respond.

“Good girl. Now let’s look at this homework.” Seungcheol’s arm wraps loosely around your waist, his hand resting on your thigh, while his other arm rests on his desk. He scans the page and then makes a humming noise like he remembers the assignment. His hand massages at your upper thigh as he looks over your work.

You shift a bit in his lap and you feel his dick rub against your ass. He’s already half hard and you whimper.

It’s been almost a week since you and Seungcheol have had sex, which in theory isn’t that long, but when he fucks you on an every other day basis it feels like a lot. On Monday he had a faculty meeting he had to run off to and then yesterday you promised your friends you would go out with them and they chose the time right after your biology class.

You’ve taken to texting Seungcheol though. Rarely is it ever about school work. It’s mostly pictures, whether it’s a picture of you cuddling with your favorite stuffed animal in bed or the brand new lingerie set you bought with your friends. It always keeps Seungcheol on edge when you text him but he’d never tell you to stop. It only fuels his hunger for you.

“How about this baby girl? If you can listen to me explain this and get five questions right, I’ll fuck you. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes daddy.” You nod at the man enthusiastically.

“That’s my good girl. Now listen while I explain this.”

Seungcheol starts to re-explain the whole lesson about carrying genes and mothers and fathers, but all while he does his fingers flit over your crotch and start to play with you. A singular finger trails across the inseam of your shorts before dipping under the hem and touching you over your panties.

You try to focus on what Seungcheol is telling you and you catch maybe every five words but most of your attention is on the way he’s dampening your panties with just a simple tight circular motion. You’re trying your best not to move around in Seungcheol’s lap so he doesn’t have to punish you. You like being good for him.

By the time your professor is finished talking your panties are drenched and the area between your legs is aching. A small high pitched keening noise comes from your throat when Seungcheol removes his fingers from your clit and runs them along your slit.

“So wet for daddy,” he hums. “I hope you were paying attention though because you have your five questions now.”

“Daddy~” you whine. You’re too needy to focus on the paper.

“I see. Hmm, take your shorts and panties off.” You quickly stand and do that, exposing your bare pussy to the room. As you do that, Seungcheol unzips his trousers and yanks his dick out, fisting it a bit to get it up to full mast. “Now sit on my dick and do your homework.”

“Yes daddy!” You quickly clamber onto his lap and you’re already so wet that you’re able to sink down on him with ease. You both groan at the feeling of his thick cock inside your tight walls and Seungcheol thrusts up into you a couple times before stopping.

“Lee Jimin was in here before you for office hours,” Seungcheol starts, “and just seeing him set me off.” Is that why he was so tense before you came in? “He’s a pervert, staring down your shirt and trying to look up your skirt every day in class. I wish I could just fail him.” His hands knead at your bare hips as he talks, distracting you from the worksheet in front of you.

With shaky hands you pick up your pencil and look down at the first question. You read it at least five times trying to understand. Finally you think you understand.

“B-because only the dad is affected, and i-it’s a, a y-linked inh-heritance, only those assigned m-male at b-birth can be affected,” you can barely stutter your words out, too focused on the way Seungcheol’s dick twitches inside of you.

“Good girl,” Seungcheol purs. “I knew you had it in you. Now do the next one.”

You stare at this one for even longer. After a while you feel like you’re about to cry. You still don’t understand and you just want Seungcheol to fuck you because you’re just so needy.

“I, I don’t understand daddy,” you sob.

“That’s okay baby.” Seungcheol’s large hand rubs over your stomach. “Let’s think about this a different way. I have brown eyes, which is a dominant gene, so when I put my babies inside of you, just from me alone, they will most likely have brown eyes. Would you like that doll? Babies that have my eyes?”

“Yes daddy, would like it so much.”

“So let’s look at this problem again, okay?”

You nod and start to fill out the punnett square and answer the question. Your handwriting is sloppier than normal but you don’t care because you know Seungcheol is going to give you an A anyways.

“Doing so good for me baby girl, you have three more.”

The next three questions are hell. They take far too long to figure out and that’s even with help from Cheol. At one point he just blatantly tells you the answer and has you repeat it to him just so he can claim you figured it out. The whole time he keeps referencing his genes in relation to yours and it floods your mind with thoughts of Seungcheol filling you up with his cum. It doesn’t help your focus, but you think Seungcheol knows this. 

It takes you nearly thirty minutes to complete the three questions and by then your pussy is aching for Seungcheol. His hand rubs circles into your skin comfortingly, whispering praise to you everytime you answer a question. When you answer the final question Seungcheol’s hand automatically connects to your clit and he starts to rub at your nub.

“What a good girl. You were so good for me finishing your homework. I’m so proud of you, my pretty girl. I’m going to make you feel good now, okay?”

“Thank you daddy.” Pleasure spreads through your body and you lean back against Seungcheol’s body as he wraps his arm around your waist. He presses a kiss into your neck before shifting his hips under you a bit.

“Daddy is going to fuck you now, okay?” You nod and Seungcheol grips your hips tight and starts to pull you up off of him only to drop you back down. Over the time it took you to do your homework your pussy had molded to the shape of Seungcheol’s cock and he’s able to move freely in you, his tip sliding all the way to your cervix. 

“Feels so good daddy~”

“God you fit around me so nice baby girl. Your pussy was made for me and nobody else. All mine.” His hands snake up your shirt and he grabs at your tits through your thin bra. You arch your back into his touch as you continue to bounce on his lap. “Heredity is interesting to think about because it can help you theorize about what your future children might look like. If they’ll have my eyes and your hair color. Or your eyes and my hair? Either way, we’re going to have such pretty children, aren’t we baby?”

“Oh yes daddy,” you whine. “Such cute babies.”

“Just like their mommy,” Seungcheol whispers into your ear, his warm breath fanning over your ear and sending goosebumps down your arm. “You like that as much as I do, don’t you, pretty girl? You wanna carry my babies just as much as I want to put them in you? Am I right?”

“So right daddy,” you tell him as you continue to split yourself onto his cock. “I want you to fill me up with your cum.”

“That’s my good girl. Letting me breed her slutty little pussy. Gonna fill your womb up with babies,” Seungcheol says. “Fuck Y/N.” All of a sudden Seungcheol is pulling you off of him. Your wobbly legs land on the floor and Seungcheol is turning you around and pushing you up onto his desk.

He spreads your thighs with his thick hands and sheaths himself back into you. At the new position he hits into you at a different angle and you have to stop yourself from actually drooling at the feeling.

As Seungcheol’s hips buck into you, you stare up at the man and take in his features. His high cheekbones and full cherry lips and prominent nose. To most people his face would look composed and neutral, but you’ve spent enough time with him to tell he’s concentrating. His eye brows are a bit furrowed and his lips are pressed together more than normal. Your eyes trace against his jawline, looking at the way the muscles are a bit clenched, and then trail up to his eyes. When you finally meet his warm eyes with yours you realize he’s been staring right back at you, his eyes narrowed as they stare down his nose at you. When he realizes that you’ve finally made eye contact with him his face shifts as he smirks.

“So pretty for me,” he murmurs.

He reaches his hand out to grip your jaw. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip before he pushes it fully into your mouth. You close your lips around the digit and suck on it as he presses down on your tongue. The feel of the rough pad in your mouth has you clenching down, your hand shooting up to grab Seungcheol’s bicep.

“Shit baby girl, it drives me crazy when you squeeze me like that.” You can tell he’s close by the tenseness in his voice. His thrusts get more pointed as he snaps into you and his grip on you gets tighter. “Fuck. Sometimes I hope that you miss a day of taking your birth control, just so I can get you pregnant. You’d look so sexy with your belly plump and your tits heavy. I’d have no choice but to dote on you and take care of the woman carrying my babies.” Seungcheol pulls his thumb out of your mouth and drags his hand down your chin so he can grab you around the neck.

“‘M so close daddy,” you whimper out. “Please breed me.”

Seungcheol’s cock digs deep into you until he’s painting your insides white with his seed. The feeling of his semen shooting inside of you tips you over the edge and you clench down on Seungcheol, your back arching off his desk and your legs scrambling around to find purchase. Seungcheol’s grip on your throat is the only thing that grounds you as you climax. When you both finally come down from your orgasms you barely get time to catch your breath because Seungcheol is pulling you to sit up so he can press his lips against yours.

Your lips move in sync with his and he holds you tight against his firm body. His hand tangles into your hair while the other presses into the small of your back. Seungcheol tastes like coffee and mints as he licks into your mouth. Your body is still a bit unstable and you tremble as he kisses you lovingly.

When he pulls away you fall into his chest, finally able to catch your breath. “My good good, so beautiful.” As gingerly as he can, Seungcheol pulls out of you. Some of his cum spills out of you as he pulls out and he reaches down to scoop it up and finger it right back into you. You squirm around as his digits breach your entrance but soon he’s pulling them back out again. He presses the tips to your lips and you wrap your mouth around them, cleaning them off.

When he pulls them away you speak. “Thank you daddy. Always makes me feel so good.”

“Of course baby. I love taking care of my pretty girl.” He leans down to kiss your collar bone before he pulls away from you. As always he hands you your clothes back and helps you get dresses before he hands you one of the water bottles he keeps in his office mini fridge just for you.

You’re curled up in Seungcheol’s lap, sipping on the water, when you look up at the time. “Oh! I have to get going daddy. I’ll see you tomorrow!” With that you press a kiss to his cheek and quickly scramble off his lap before you’re out the door.

Your worksheet is forgotten on Seungcheol’s desk but it was ruined from your guys’ escapades anyways, so it didn’t really matter. Seungcheol is just going to give you an A anyways.

As you rush off to go meet your friends you think back to Seungcheol’s words and start to plan what day to stop taking your birth control.