lia ✮

a/n: i needed a needy jungwon fic…. also holy frick yall i haven’t written smut in months and i feel like ive lost all my talent 🤬 im not sure why i had so much difficulty writing this fic but ts better be fixed for next time…anyways hope yall enjoy :3

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you barely put the car in park before the front door of the house swings open like someone kicked it.

jungwon stumbles out, supported on each side by two of his friends, sunghoon and niki, grinning like he just saw god.

or, apparently, you.

"THERE she is," he says way too loudly, pointing at you with a wobbling hand. "that's my girl."

you choke. his friends choke. jungwon doesn't notice, to busy admiring your form as you slam your car door shut in mild frustration.

you had your whole night planned out, your room was cleaned, all class work completed, no responsibilities to uphold. you made dinner and planned to rot on your couch and binge watch a new series you had started till you inevitably passed out.

however, that plan was soon ruined when your phone blew up with messages and calls from sunghoon and niki who begged you to come pick up your childhood best friend, a very drunk jungwon.

you walk up the driveway, jaw tight, hoodie half-zipped, t-shirt (his) hanging off one shoulder, hair messy from being ripped out of the couches warm embrace.

you are not in the mood.

but jungwon? jungwon looks like he just found heaven wearing shorts and crocs.

he breaks free from his friends with the grace of a baby deer and practically lunges at you.

"woah—jungwon—" you start, but he's already wrapping both arms around your waist and pulling you against him like you might vanish.

his face buries into your neck instantly. not your shoulder—your neck.

and he breathes. deep. your body shudders as you feel his warm breath fan across the sensitive area, knees trembling slightly as you position your hands to pull him away.

"fuck..." he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin, "why do you smell this good? it's like... illegal. i should report you."

you blink. "you're actually insane."

he nuzzles closer. actually nuzzles. his nose drags from your jaw to the base of your neck like he's trying to memorize you by scent.

"you smell like... warm," he continues, drunk and poetic. "and sweet. and... fuck, i can't even explain it." another inhale, "you smell like i wanna bite you."

your knees almost give out. this was..new.

you grab his shoulders to steady him, but he freezes when your hands touch him. slowly, his fingers slide down your sides until they find your waist again.

his grip tightens.

"your skin is so soft," he says suddenly, like it's a crime you haven't been arrested for. he rubs a thumb against the sliver of skin where your shirt rides up. "right here... it's so warm. feels nice."

"jungwon—" you hiss, glancing at his friends, who are watching with the expressions of people witnessing a car crash.

"what?" he lifts his head, blinking up at you all innocent and tipsy. "'m just appreciating. you're soft. it's distracting."

he leans in again, brushing his lips against your jaw by accident. or drunk aimlessness. you can't tell.

your breath catches.

jungwon smiles, slow and lazy. "i can feel your pulse. right here." his fingers tap your waist. "you always get like this when i'm close. it's cute."

you shove him lightly because you're seconds from combusting. jungwon was always touchy, but his usual touch which was innocent was replaced by something much darker.

"get in the damn car."

"only if you keep touching me," he says, grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest like you're claiming him. his heart is pounding in his chest, almost as if it was going to escape him.

"jesus," you mutter, trying to pull away.

he doesn't let you. of fucking course.

instead he laces your fingers together, squeezes once, and says, soft and drunk and devastating: "i missed you tonight."

before you can respond, he leans forward and rests his forehead on yours—actually presses it there—and whispers, "your skin... your smell... you're making me crazy."

your heart is in your throat.

"jungwon," you murmur, "get in the car."

he grins like he won.

"okaaay," he sings, finally letting you guide him toward the passenger seat—but not without trailing his fingers slowly down your arm the whole way. like he's memorizing the shape of you by touch.

"you feel pretty too," he mumbles, his eyes dragging across your face. "not just look. feel."

you open the door and he plops into the seat. you lean across him to buckle the belt.

mistake.

your hair brushes his cheek and he shivers. actually shivers.

his hands lift—slow, clumsy—and settle on your hips.

"don't do that," he whispers, voice suddenly rough. "don't get this close unless you want me to think things."

you freeze, breath caught, inches from his mouth and you can't help but let your eyes dart down.

"think what?" you whisper back before you can stop yourself.

he smirks. even drunk, the boy knows exactly what he's doing.

"things i shouldn't say unless you kiss me first."

your entire body lights on fire. you rip yourself away from him and slam the door closed as you begin to feel your face burning.

through the window, jungwon watches you with a dreamy smile, cheeks flushed, fingers tapping the spot on his chest where your hand had been.

the second the door shuts, jungwon sprawls back in the seat like he owns it—like he owns you.

he's slouched comfortably, legs spread wide, hand already draped over the console like an invitation. or a trap.

"you drive slow when you're mad," he says as you pull out of the driveway. almost like he's studying you. like he enjoys it.

"i'm not mad," you lie. you were fuming. not only were you mad because your plans were thrown out the window, but now you had a cocky shit-faced bastard sitting in your passenger seat who wouldn't stop looking at you like you were his entire world.

"you're adorable when you lie," he counters immediately.

your jaw clenches, you shit your eyes momentarily to calm yourself down.

and that's when his hand finds your thigh.

not tentative. not testing. claiming.

his palm lands high—too high—and squeezes with purpose, fingers spreading over the soft inside of your leg like he's done this before in his head.

"jungwon—"

"shhh," he says, leaning back, eyes half-lidded. "your thigh feels good. let me enjoy it."

you inhale sharply.

he smirks—slow, knowing.

"see?" he murmurs. "i knew you'd sound like that."

his thumb drags up the inside of your thigh, higher, deliberate, slow enough to make you sweat but not enough to cross a line. he's hovering in the worst possible place.

"confident tonight, aren't you," you mutter.

"i'm always confident around you," he says simply. "i just pretend i'm not so i don't scare you."

your pulse stutters at his sudden confession.

his hand squeezes again—firm, warm, the kind of grip that makes your breath hitch.

"eyes on the road," he adds, voice dropping. "unless you want me to take over."

you almost choke. "take over what?"

jungwon laughs—low, husky, intoxicated in the way men get when they're turned on and fearless. "whatever you'll let me."

your grip on the wheel tightens. he notices, of course he notices.

"god, you're tense," he says softly, leaning closer until his breath ghosts over your cheek. "do i make you nervous?"

"no."

he grins. "another lie."

his thumb begins rubbing slow circles into your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you're warmest.

"stop messing with me, jungwon." you snap, the flush on your cheeks only getting darker.

"i'd rather mess with you than leave you alone," he murmurs. "you know how long i've wanted my hands here?"

your stomach drops at his words, swallowing harshly and controlling the urge to snap your head to the side to see his facial expression.

he tips his head, studying your reaction like a man savoring his favorite dessert.

"keep driving," he orders, voice low and wicked. "i'm not done touching you."

you open your mouth to argue—but his hand slides higher, fingers brushing the seam of your shorts.

your breath breaks. audibly.

jungwon smirks. "that's the sound i wanted."

"jungwon, seriously—"

"relax," he says, squeezing once—slow, firm, deliberate enough to send heat up your spine. "if i wanted to really touch you, you'd know."

you swallow hard, whatever that means.

jungwon leans in—close enough that his lips graze your ear when he speaks.

"you smell good," he whispers. "so fucking good. i noticed it the second you pulled up."

his nose trails down your jaw—not touching, just close enough to burn.

"sweet," he says softly.

"warm." another inhale.

"like you'd taste even better."

you shiver and he feels it.

"yeah," he murmurs, voice dropping to something darker. "bet you taste unreal."

your thighs tense up, big mistake. jungwon notices instantly.

"ohhh... she liked that," he purrs. he squeezes again, fingers pressing in just right. "you're so obvious, baby."

you nearly jerk the wheel. "don't call me that."

"why?" he asks. "you clench up every time i say it. you like when i talk like that, right baby?"

you're sweating bullets at this point, wishing that you lived much closer so you could get out of this car. jungwon on the other hand, he's thriving.

"stop," you whisper.

"make me."

you look at him and he's staring right back, eyes blown, full mouth curved into the cockiest, laziest grin you've ever seen on him.

his voice drops to a whisper that ruins you: "pull over."

"no."

"pull over," he repeats, calmer, warmer, dead serious. "or i'm going to keep touching you until you do."

your breath catches. his hand on your thigh slides half an inch higher—barely anything, but enough to make your heart slam against your ribs.

"last chance," he murmurs, his voice now hazy and clouded. "pull over, sweetheart."

and the way he says it—low, confident, hungry— makes your whole body go hot.

your hands are tight on the steering wheel. ten and two. eyes glued on the road. jaw clenched.

you can do this. you can get him home. you can ignore the way he's been touching you for the last ten minutes—his fingers drift higher on your thigh.

okay maybe you can't.

"jungwon," you say through a breath that's definitely not steady, "keep your hand still."

"my hand is where it is," he murmurs, sounding way too innocent for someone whose fingertips are now brushing the hem of your short sleep shorts.

"jungwon," you warn again.

he laughs softly and leans his head back against the seat, eyes sliding over to you with a lazy, drunk, confident smirk.

"you keep saying my name like that," he says, voice low, "i'm gonna think you like it."

your throat goes tight. you press your foot on the gas, just a little. just enough to get home faster.

but jungwon doesn't care about your plan. he drags his fingers up another inch—slow, deliberate, like he's giving you time to react.

you do. you choke on air.

"stop," you whisper.

"you don't sound like you want me to." you don't.

you squeeze the wheel. you try to focus on the street signs. you tell yourself you can hold it together for five more minutes.

his hand slides higher. higher and higher.

your hips jerk right when you feel his fingers graze your panty clad core and the car swerves. "fuck— jungwon!"

he hums, pleased. "you're shaking."

"because you— you're distracting me—"

"good." he squeezes the inside of your thigh, firm, almost possessive. "then pay attention."

you feel heat pool low in your stomach. your heartbeat snaps into something fast and stupid. he's drunk but he's too confident, too controlled. his thumb strokes slow circles against the soft skin there, dangerous and knowing.

"jungwon, i swear—"

"pull over."

you blink. "what?"

"pull over," he repeats, quieter this time, leaning in until his lips almost brush your cheek. "before i make you."

your breath stops. you're not even sure if he means with his touch or with your own reaction to it, but either way—you can't keep driving like this.

especially not when he drags his fingers up again, grazing the very edge of your inner thigh, so close it's practically illegal.

"jungwon—"

"pull over, pretty girl."

your stomach drops. you pull over.

the car rolls to a shaky stop, and the second it's in park he exhales sharply—like he's been holding himself back, too.

"good," he murmurs, turning his head toward you slowly. "that's better."

"you're drunk," you manage, your mouth parting when you see how predatorial his expression had become.

"yeah," he agrees, leaning closer, voice dropping into something dark and warm, "but i still know what i want."

his hand moves again. purposeful. slow. claiming.

"and right now," he whispers, breath brushing your ear, "i want to touch you so fucking bad."

your entire body lights up. heat floods your face, your chest, your stomach. you can't move. can't breathe. can't think.

his mouth hovers right by your jaw.

"you don't even know," he murmurs, "how hard it's been all night saying how good you smell and not being able to actually taste you."

your pulse stutters.

he laughs, drunk and bold and sinfully confident. "bet you taste even better."

the car is silent except for both of you breathing too hard. your hands are still on the wheel like you're afraid to move. jungwon's hand is still on your thigh like he owns it.

he looks at you. really looks. and then he shifts closer across the seat, slow like he's stalking you.

"come here," he murmurs, his legs spreading as if he was expecting you to climb over the console and situate yourself in his lap.

you freeze. "jungwon—"

"i'm serious." he nods at you lazily, eyes hooded, pupils blown wide from alcohol and whatever the hell you're doing to him. "c'mere for a second."

your voice wavers. "why?"

he lets out a low, drunk laugh. "you know why."

his hand moves higher again, and your breath just stops.

"jungwon, don't—"

"i want a taste," he says, plain and shameless.

your stomach drops straight through the floor.

"wha— what?"

he leans in until your noses almost touch. his breath is hot, alcohol-sweet, desperate.

"let me put my mouth on you. i can't promise i won't ever ask again but just this once" he whispers, eyes flicking down to your lips, then lower—way lower—before dragging back up again. "please."

your thighs clench involuntarily, and he notices. his smirk is slow and devastating, you can see his eyes lingering.

"yeah," he murmurs, "you want it too."

you shake your head because you're supposed to, because someone has to be the adult. "you're drunk—"

"i'm drunk," he agrees, "i'm not dead. i know exactly what i want."

his hand squeezes your thigh, harder this time—enough to make your breath stutter. enough to make everything inside you tighten.

"let me taste you," he says again, softer, dirtier. "just once."

you swallow. hard, "y-you said you can't promise it'll be the only time..."

his eyes darken instantly.

"yeah," he admits, brushing his thumb along the inside of your thigh like he's mapping out exactly where he wants to put his mouth. "because if i get one taste?"

he leans in closer, lips ghosting your jaw, your cheek, your neck—hovering but not touching.

"...i'm not stopping."

your breath catches. his mouth gets dangerously close to your skin, and he whispers it again—more desperate this time.

"please. lemme have you."

your body goes hot all the way through.

"i'll be good," he murmurs, already lowering his head like he's imagining the exact angle. "i'll make you feel so good, pretty. just— just let me taste you."

your knees actually go weak even though you're sitting. you don't answer immediately, your mind racing  as you finally realize what your oh-so innocent best friend was asking from you.

and jungwon notices—he fucking feels your hesitation—so he gets even bolder. he brings his free hand up, fingertips brushing under your chin, tilting your face toward him.

his voice is low, raspy, hungry. "say yes," he whispers. "please. i've been thinking about your body forever ."

your heart slams into your ribs. you're drowning. absolutely drowning.

and then—just to ruin you completely—he whispers the final blow against your cheek: "i swear, baby... you give me one taste and you won't walk straight tomorrow."

his words are still hanging in the air — you won't walk straight tomorrow — when you finally find your voice again.

barely.

"jungwon... no." you whisper it. weak. breathless. not convincing at all.

he hears the word, but he hears everything underneath it too. so he doesn't move. he just looks up at you from where he's leaning into your neck, eyes dark and glossy, mouth parted like he's two seconds from losing his mind.

"no?" he repeats softly.

you nod, almost as if you were convincing yourself more than him. "we're not doing this. you're drunk."

he presses his lips together in a slow, almost pouty line... then drags his hand up your thigh again like he's testing how much of that no is real.

"you're saying no..." he murmurs, fingers sliding higher, "but you're shaking so bad right now."

you grab his wrist—finally, some resistance—but your grip is nothing. he could move your hand whenever he wants.

he kind of likes that.

"stop," you say, but your voice cracks like a goddamn glass.

jungwon lifts his head. his eyes are hazy, heavy-lidded, but his expression is so intense it makes your stomach twist.

"don't push me away."

"jung—"

he leans forward suddenly, forehead touching yours, breath warm and uneven against your lips. "please don't push me away."

the shift in him almost knocks the air from your lungs. he's still drunk, still bold, but now there's this raw, aching need layered under every word.

"jungwon, you're not thinking straight—"

"i'm thinking about you," he shoots back instantly, nearly desperate. "i'm thinking about how fucking good you smell. it's driving me insane."

your fingers loosen around his wrist without meaning to.

he notices. he always notices. he slides his hand higher. too high. hot against your inner thigh.

you gasp. "jungwon—!"

that does it.

he groans—actually groans—like the sound rips straight out of his chest.

"don't do that," he whispers, sounding almost pained. "don't say my name like that if you want me to stop."

you try to pull back, but he follows. his mouth chases your skin. his breath hits your jaw, your cheek, your neck. he still doesn't touch you with his lips... but he is so, so close it's torture.

"i said no," you manage.

"and i heard you," he murmurs, voice rough, "but god, baby... the way you're breathing right now? you're killing me."

your thighs squeeze together.

jungwon sees. jungwon reacts.

he lets out the quietest, filthiest little laugh—low, breathless, hungry.

"you're trying so hard to be good," he whispers, fingers pushing higher until he's a hair away from where you're burning. "but you want me. you want me."

"i don't—"

"yeah?" he cuts you off, tilting his head so his lips graze the shell of your ear without touching. "then why are you clenching your thighs like that?"

heat surges through you, molten and humiliating.

you shove at his chest—not hard, not enough to move him but just enough to pretend like you're resisting.

he catches your hand. interlaces his fingers with yours. holds it against his chest so you can feel how fast his heart is beating.

"don't push me away," he whispers again, voice cracking now. needier. "please. i've wanted you for so fucking long."

your breath stutters.

his other hand leaves your thigh for a moment—just a moment—to grab your waist and pull you closer across the center console. not rough. not gentle. just drunk and desperate.

you land half on his lap, half in his arms.

his mouth falls open. his voice goes wrecked.

"fuck... you feel so good," he breathes, burying his face against your throat. "please, baby. please just let me taste you."

you swallow a moan. you actually swallow a moan.

he hears the sound anyway, muffled as it is and that's when jungwon truly loses it.

he fists the fabric of your shirt. pulls you in tighter, like he's afraid you'll evaporate if he loosens his grip.

his lips hover over your neck—trembling, hungry, one second from crossing the line.

"i'm begging you," he whispers, voice raw. "just one taste. just one. i swear..."

he laughs weakly against your skin, breath shaky. "...i swear i'll lose my fucking mind if you don't let me."

he tugs at you again and the moment you land fully on his lap, something in jungwon snaps. his hands grip at you, pushing you around till you're forced to straddle his lap. his hands fumble slightly, pressing the lever at the side of the seat so you were practically laying against him causing you to yelp in surprise.

you feel it. your breath catches as he presses his face to your neck again—only this time, he doesn't stop at hovering.

he kisses you. soft at first. warm. barely-there. then deeper. slower. hungrier. a low, desperate sound rumbles out of him—almost a whine, almost a groan—like he's been holding this in for years and the dam finally cracked.

"jung—won—" your voice fractures, fingers clutching his shoulders.

but he's gone. completely gone.

he drags his mouth along your pulse point, lips open, breath shaking like he can't believe you're real. each kiss is wetter, hotter, more desperate than the last.

your whole body lights up.

"fuck..." he whispers against your skin, voice breaking. "you taste— you taste so good already, i can't— i can't stop—"

your heart stutters.

his hands grip your waist, not exactly gentle, pulling you closer, pulling you into him like he's starving.

then his mouth opens wider— his tongue grazes your neck.

you gasp, your eyes squeezing tight when you feel his thick bulge press into you in combination to his tongue laving at your neck.

he moans. outright moans into your skin, a needy, ruined sound that makes your legs weak even though you're sitting.

that's when you realize he's truly not stopping.

he's trembling. he's breathing too fast.

his eyes flutter open and they're glossy, blown wide, dark with something feral and desperate.

"jungwon— stop—" you stammer, pushing at his chest.

he doesn't even hear you.

he keeps kissing lower, toward your collarbone, his lips hot and messy and hungry.

"please," he whispers into your skin like he's praying. "please let me— let me taste you properly..."

your thighs instinctively press together, a small groan escaping his mouth when he feels your core press into him.

he makes a broken sound, hands sliding from your waist back to your thighs.

"don't do that," he whines, fingers pressing into the soft inside of your thighs. "don't close them— please— please—"

you push at him harder. "jungwon, stop— we can't— you're drunk—"

he lifts his head finally, but only to look at you, eyes shining, lips swollen from kissing your neck.

he looks wrecked. ruined. desperate in a way you've never seen.

"i'll be careful," he says, voice cracking. "i'll be so good— i swear— just... just let me in."

his hand slides up your thigh again and you grab his wrist instantly, panting. he whines—actually whines, the sound high and breathless.

"don't," he pleads, leaning forward as if he's chasing your mouth now. "please, don't stop me— i've wanted you for so fucking long— i can't— god, i can't think straight—"

you try to shift off his lap, but he tightens his grip on your thigh, head dropping back into the crook of your neck like he's clinging to you.

"just— just let me taste you," he whispers again, voice hoarse, completely gone. "i want you so bad— i need... i need your thighs open for me, please—"

your breath punches out of your lungs. you shove him one more time—harder this time—and you manage to pull yourself off his lap just enough to break his mouth away from your skin.

jungwon actually gasps.

he chases after you instinctively, fingers flexing like he's reaching for you without thinking.

his voice comes out broken.

"baby— please— don't—"

you hold him back by the shoulders, panting, heart racing. he looks up at you with glassy eyes, flush high on his cheeks, chest rising and falling like he just ran miles.

"come back," he whispers, voice raw. "i'll beg— i'll fucking beg if you want— just come back. i just need one taste. one. please— please— i'm losing my fucking mind—"

your stomach lurches. your thighs press tight again and jungwon notices, he feels it.

his head falls forward, forehead against your collarbone, breath shaking.

"please," he whispers one last time, voice crumbling. "just let me have you. i swear i'll be gentle. i swear i'll make it so good for you... just open your thighs for me, baby, i'm begging—"

you keep him at arm's length, palms against his shoulders, chest heaving, heart in your throat.

jungwon looks destroyed.

hair messy, lips swollen, eyes glassy and blown wide with something deeper than lust—something raw. something that's been living under his skin for a very long time.

his breath shudders as he tries to lean forward again, but you hold him there.

"jungwon," you whisper, "just—stop for a second."

he shakes his head instantly. violently. "i can't."

his voice splits open on the last word. "i can't stop. i can't—" he drags in a breath, shoulders trembling. "you don't understand what you're doing to me."

you swallow hard. "you're drunk—"

"i'm drunk and i'm honest," he snaps, voice cracking. "i can't lie right now even if i wanted to."

you freeze and that hits harder than it should.

his hands lift—slow, shaking—and hover near your waist but don't grab. he's bracing himself on the seat, gripping the upholstery like he needs something to anchor him.

then he looks at you.

really looks.

"i've wanted you for so fucking long."

your breath catches. his chest rises sharply, like saying it hurt.

"you don't get it," he whispers, voice soft and rough and absolutely ruined. "you walk around looking so— so soft. so pretty. so fucking... touchable."

your stomach flips.

"and you don't even realize it," he goes on, words tumbling out with no control now. "you don't know how crazy you make me."

your hands loosen on his shoulders—just a little.

he sees. he swallows hard and keeps going.

"every time you sit next to me," he breathes, "i stare at your thighs and think about putting my mouth on them. every single time." heat shoots through you so fast you almost choke on it.

"jungwon—"

"i know," he whispers, "i know i shouldn't say this. i know i'm drunk. but i— i can't hold it in anymore."

his voice wavers. his eyes flick down your body for a split second—slow enough to feel like a touch.

"you always look so fucking soft." his jaw tightens, breath shaking. "so perfect. so sweet."

your pulse stutters.

he laughs once—quiet, broken, shameful. "i think about tasting you every night. how you would squeeze my head in-between your thighs and how they would shake and the noises you'd make." he's panting at this point, his eyes squeezing shut.

your knees actually go weak.

"don't—" you try, but the word falls apart halfway.

jungwon lifts a hand again, hesitates, then rests it gently—gently—on your knee. so different from the desperate grabbing earlier. softer. more honest.

"you have no clue what you do to me," he whispers. "i look at you and i just— i want you. i want every part of you."

his eyes rise back to yours, glossy and bare and unguarded.

"i want the sounds you'd make," he breathes. "i want the way you'd taste on my tongue. i want your thighs around my head. i want all of it. i've wanted it for so fucking long."

your hands slip off his shoulders completely. you don't know when your breath left your lungs but it still hasn't come back.

jungwon bites his lip. hard. like he's trying to stop more from spilling out. but it doesn't work.

his voice drops to a whisper that hits you like a punch: "i don't just want your body."

you blink.

his words tremble. "i want you."

you feel your heart drop into your stomach.

"i watch you all the time," he says, voice unsteady. "the way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you get mad. fuck— the way you walk into a room like you don't even know everyone looks at you."

your throat tightens.

"i look at you like you're mine," he admits, breath catching. "even though you're not. even though you probably never will be."

your chest actually hurts. his voice cracks completely: "i just... i want you so bad it makes me sick."

you stare at him—soft hair falling in his eyes, cheeks flushed, lips parted, breathing too fast, hands trembling as he reaches for you again.

this time he manages to touch you. a shaky palm against your waist.

"baby," he whispers, sounding like he's breaking. "say something. please."

you open your mouth to say something—anything—to ground him, but jungwon is already leaning back in, chasing your lips like he physically can't stop himself. his breath trembles against your skin, warm and desperate, and his fingers curl harder around your waist like he thinks you'll disappear if he loosens even a little.

"w-wait—jungwon, slow down, i'm tryna—"

"don't—" he cuts you off on a ragged whisper, nose brushing your cheek as he tries to kiss you again. "don't pull away from me. please. just—just let me have you."

his voice cracks. actually cracks.

his eyes are glossy, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed that soft rose-pink that always gives him away. he looks ruined already, like you've been doing something to him instead of just sitting here trying to breathe.

"jungwon," you murmur, trying to steady him with a hand on his chest, "you're not thinking straight—"

"i am," he insists, shaking his head, lips brushing yours because he can't stop leaning forward. "god, i am, i promise—i've been thinking straight for months and it's always the same thing. you. you on top of me. you using me however you want."

your fingers twitch.

his eyes flick down, immediately catching the movement like a starving animal catching scent of food.

"see?" he whispers. "you want me too. i can feel it."

you try to speak but he's already going again—mouth grazing the corner of yours, breath shaky, almost panting because he's so wound up it's pathetic.

pathetic and so, so pretty.

his grip slides lower, fingers pressing into your hips, guiding you closer like instinct is taking over. "just— just let me be good for you," he begs, voice cracking again. "you d-don't even need to do anything. you don't have to take care of me. just—" his forehead drops to your jaw, hot, needy breath fanning your throat. "please use me."

you swallow. hard.

"jungwon..."

he makes a sound. a broken whine into your neck that makes your spine stiffen.

"i'll do anything," he says, voice thready, trembling, "anything you want. you can put me wherever you want me and i'll stay there. i'll listen. i'll be quiet— or i won't, if you like hearing me beg. i'll be whatever you want. just... don't tell me no right now."

your heart kicks painfully.

his arms wrap fully around your waist now, pulling you against him like he's bracing for impact—like if you reject him he'll completely collapse.

"jungwon, you need to breathe—"

"i don't need to breathe," he whispers, voice turning low, hungry, unhinged. "i just need you. i just want your thighs around my head, i want your voice in my ears, i want—"

"jungwon."

he freezes, but only for a heartbeat. then he lifts his head. he looks at you like you're oxygen and he's drowning. his lips part, his breathing shaky, pupils blown like he's seconds from losing the last bit of control he has.

"please," he whispers, leaning in again, mouth barely brushing yours, begging in every possible way a person can beg. "just let me taste you. let me be your mouth. i'll do everything. i'll be good—so good for you, i swear."

his thumbs stroke your hips desperately.

"just say yes."

your breath stutters, just once, but it's enough.

jungwon feels it like a shockwave. his whole body tenses beneath your hands, head lifting from your neck, eyes snapping up to your face like he heard a door unlock.

"...what was that?" he whispers, voice low, raw, hopeful in a way that makes your stomach flip. "do it again. please."

you swallow, but it's loud in the quiet room. too loud.

his fingers tighten instantly—reactive, instinctive—digging into your hips in a bruising, claiming way that doesn't match the sweet, shy café owner you know. this is the version of him that lives underneath: needy, starved, a little feral.

"jungwon," you breathe, barely getting the word out, "you need to calm down—"

"i can't," he cuts in, voice breaking. "not when you sound like that. not when you're this close. i've wanted you for so long i—" he chokes on the rest, leaning in until his forehead presses into your cheek. "just tell me i'm not imagining this. tell me you want me too."

you try to pull back. big mistake.

he lets out a sound—somewhere between a whimper and a groan—and his grip snaps tight around your waist, dragging you right back into his lap like he can't bear a centimeter between you.

"don't go," he pleads, breath shaking. "please don't go, don't do that—i'll be good, i swear, i'll—i'll stay right here, i'll keep my hands where you want them, just don't pull away again—"

"i wasn't leaving." your voice is barely a whisper.

jungwon freezes. absolutely still.

then his head lifts slowly, eyes glossy and blown wide as he searches your face like he's scared he misheard.

"...you weren't?" he breathes.

you shake your head once. and that's it.

whatever thin thread of control he had snaps.

a broken sound slips out of him as he surges up, kissing you again—messier this time, hungrier, like he's trying to pour every bottled-up year of wanting into a single touch. his hands travel up your sides, hesitating only long enough to make sure you're not pulling away, before gripping the back of your shirt like he's terrified you'll disappear.

you gasp, fingers instinctively grabbing his shoulders for balance.

he feels it. he feels you holding onto him and it destroys him.

"please," he whispers into your mouth, hot and trembling. "just—say it. say i can have you. say you'll let me—" his breath catches, a shiver running through him as he presses his forehead to yours, "—let me show you how good i can be for you."

your pulse kicks. your thighs tighten around his.

his eyes drop instantly, pupils dilating so hard they practically swallow the brown.

"god," he murmurs, "you're killing me."

he kisses you again, slower this time, more certain, one hand sliding to your waist with careful reverence—as if he knows this is the final moment, the tipping point, the part where you either shove him away or—

you take his jaw in your hand.

not rough. not gentle. just decisive.

jungwon's breath punches out of him. his eyes flutter, lips parting like he's about to beg again, but no sound comes out.

you look at him. really look at him.

flushed cheeks. swollen lips. eyes glassy with desperation. every inch of him trembling under your touch, waiting for permission like a prayer.

"jungwon..." you murmur, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth, "you want me that bad?"

he nods so fast it's almost frantic.

"i'll do anything," he whispers. "anything you want. just—let me. let me have you. let me be yours. tell me yes and i'll—" his voice cracks again, "...i'll make you feel so good."

your chest rises. falls. slow. then—you lean in, brushing your lips against his ear.

"okay," you breathe.

jungwon goes completely still. then he shudders—full-body, uncontrollable, like he's been hit by lightning.

"o-okay?" he repeats, voice breaking, knees trembling beneath you.

"yes."

and just like that—he loses it.

his hands fly to your waist, his breath hits your neck, a desperate, wrecked sound escaping him as he finally—finally—lets himself touch you the way he's always wanted.

you feel his mouth opening against your skin, right at the spot he's been dying to taste. his hands find themselves gripping at you feverishly, gripping your thighs, your waist, your butt.

"so good..s-so good," he almost murmurs to himself as begins to rock his hips, using his grip on your butt to push against him.

you couldn't help but let a whimper escape you when you feel the outline of him thrust against your clit, letting him move you around.

his grip on your butt is a vice. not rough, exactly, but firm, utterly non-negotiable. he pulls you in so tight you can feel the strained trembling of his muscles, crushing your slick core against the insistent, painful heat of his pants.

"oh god," he whimpers, the sound raw and shaky against your neck. he drags his mouth along your pulse point, leaving a wet trail. "you like that?" his voice is thick, full of drunken wonder and possessive triumph.

you try to answer, but the words are swallowed by a choked whimper. he groans, a needy, ruined sound, taking it as consent, and then he moves.

he doesn't bother with the console. he scrambles up, grabbing your hips, and pushes you over the barrier with reckless, sloppy urgency. you land in a trembling, messy heap across the drivers seat, your legs falling open, shorts pushed up and offering him everything.

he's not gentle. he just needs access.

jungwon is half-kneeling, half-sprawled over the console, his face right between your thighs. he looks absolutely destroyed: sweat beading on his temples, hair clinging to his forehead, his pupils wide and black.

"i knew it," he whispers, breath shaky and hot. he reaches out a trembling hand, his fingers spreading wide over your inner thigh, right near your heat.

his grip is firm, claiming, pressing in just enough to bruise later. "you're so warm right here. you're shaking, pretty girl."

he nudges your shorts crotch to the side with his nose, whimpering when the fabric resists, until your damp, exposed core is right in his line of sight. "mine," he declares, the word a slurred, drunken promise.

he leans down, and you gasp as his tongue, thick and wet, sloops right over the thin, damp fabric of your underwear. he doesn't care about the fabric, he just needs the taste. it's messy, sloppy, and overwhelming.

"fuck, you taste so good," he hisses, pulling back an inch, his eyes dark and glazed. he looks absolutely starved. "sweet. like i knew you would be. i need to see it."

he fumbles at the waistband of your shorts, shoving them down hard until they bunch up around your knees. he's not careful. he just needs you bare.

he settles right between your thighs, pulling your knees wider with his needy hands. he takes a moment just to look—his eyes tracing the wetness, the flush, the vulnerable, beautiful mess you are.

"open your legs for me, sweetheart," he orders, his voice a raw, low rasp. he doesn't wait for you to comply, his hands squeeze your inner thighs, forcing you wide open. "i want to see how much i ruined you."

then he's there. his mouth clamps down, and the feeling is instant, consuming. his tongue is relentless, moving with a desperate, sloppy urgency that is entirely focused on your pleasure. he's not trying to be sophisticated, he's a drunk man finally tasting the obsession he's held for years.

you cry out loud, a sharp, uncontrolled sound that hits the ceiling of the car. he groans, a thick, muffled sound of pure satisfaction against your slick skin. his hands slide down, gripping the back of your thighs and squeezing, pulling you tighter onto his mouth, forcing your legs to tremble.

"say my name, baby," he begs, the words vibrating against your core as he licks harder, faster. "say you love how sloppy i am for you. i'm right here. i'm yours. you can use my mouth however you want. whenever you want."

he pushes deeper, his breath hot and uneven, panting in the short gaps between desperate licks. he's completely focused on driving you higher, his movements aggressive and needy.

"you're so wet," he whispers against your skin in disbelief, "you're soaking my mouth. i'm drinking you. god, you're making me so fucking messy."

you're trembling violently, your fingers digging into the seat, your hips involuntarily thrusting down onto him. he anchors you with his strong hands on your thighs, pushing you back up every time you try to pull away, forcing you to take his tongue.

he speeds up again, mercilessly, his tongue pushing, flicking, sucking with a rhythmic intensity that brings that familiar pit in your stomach to rise.

"just for me," he murmurs, his words barely audible over the loud, wet sounds he's making with his mouth full of pussy. "cum for me, pretty girl. i want to drown in you."

he gives you a final, deep, punishing drag, and you completely shatter. your back arches, your body going rigid as a shaking moan is torn from your throat.

he doesn't stop. he holds you there, letting you tremble against his mouth, his arms tight around your thighs, ensuring you feel every last ripple of the climax.

when you finally settle, panting and wrecked, he keeps his face buried in your lap for a long, heavy moment, simply tasting his victory.

he lifts his head. his mouth is wet, his lips swollen, his eyes dark with a feral mix of lust and possessive adoration. you almost came again at just the site of him.

he smiles—slow, lazy, utterly ruined—and his fingers slide down, reaching for the waistband of his open jeans.

jungwon lifts his head, his face flushed and wet, his eyes shining with feverish anticipation. he's breathing hard, his lips swollen and glistening. the messiness of his desire is plastered all over him.

"you said yes," he whispers, voice thick and ragged. he lets out a pathetic little choke of anticipation. "what do you want? tell me. i'll do it right now."

his hands, still firm on your inner thighs, tighten as you look at him. he's exposed, kneeling between your spread legs, panting, completely at your mercy.

you lean forward, placing a hand on the back of his neck, running your fingers roughly through his damp hair. not knowing what was coming over you, you pull him closer.

jungwon instantly melts into the touch, a low, needy whine escaping his chest. he presses his face against the inside of your thigh, his breath shuddering.

"god," he mumbles into your skin. "that's it. you're touching me. don't stop."

you use the leverage on his hair to tilt his head, forcing him to look up at you again.

"you said i could use you," you whisper, the authority in your voice making his eyes widen. "i'm still wet, jungwon. and you're hard." your eyes dart down, his cock straining against his pants.

he swallows hard, his breath catching. "yeah. take it. take me."

he fumbles with the rest of his jeans, peeling them down just enough to expose the thick, rigid length straining against his boxers. he doesn't take his eyes off yours, searching for approval. he's so desperate for your gaze he can barely breathe.

"you're going to touch yourself," you say, your voice low and commanding.

jungwon freezes, a shock of confused, thrilled desperation hitting his face. "w-what? on your lap?"

you shake your head, using the hand still on his neck to push his head lower, his damp hair brushing against your inner thigh.

"no. you're gonna watch me. and you're going to obey."

he lets out a broken, pathetic sound, his whole body trembling. he's confused, aroused, and absolutely ruined by the instruction. "i—i can't look away. i won't."

"i'm not telling you to look away, im telling you to watch."

you press your hand down on the nape of his neck, demanding his stillness. you push yourself closer to him, now sharing the passenger seat with him as half of your body lays against the console while your legs over his lap.

his erection is now pressing firmly against his boxers, right near your hip, a hot, agonizing distraction.

you reach down and slide your hand down your aching core, fingers moving slowly and deliberately towards your still-sensitive cunt, making sure he sees every agonizing movement.

jungwon lets out a loud, strangled gasp. his eyes are fixed on your fingers, wide and glossy. he's panting, his lips parted, unable to move a muscle. "do you like watching me, jungwon?" you ask, your voice soft and challenging.

he shakes his head violently, a deep, frustrated groan rumbling in his throat. "i hate it. i hate that i can only watch. please—"

you ignore the plea. you slide your fingers home. the movement is slow, wet, and direct.

jungwon cries out, a raw, needy sound of agony and pleasure. he squeezes his eyes shut, his hands flying up to grip the back of the passenger seat, his knuckles white. his entire body is shaking.

"don't look away," you command, your voice hard. "i told you to watch me. i want you to see how easy it is for me to get off when you're begging like this."

his eyes snap open, dark and tortured, fixed on your hand. he's breathing in shallow, panicked gasps.

you start to move your hand. slow, focused, relentless. you look down to see him rubbing himself through his boxers, grinning when you see the large wet spot.

seeing your face jungwon takes it as permission to touch himself, freeing himself of the restraints of spandex and allowing his hand to grip himself all while watching your fingers disappear into your cunt.

you watch mesmerized, the moonlight peaking through the window and directly on to the sweaty and whiny mess that was jungwon. your tongue darts out instinctively as you watch him fuck his fist, his thick cock pink as cum dribbles from his tip.

jungwon is completely undone. he starts to make frantic, whiny noises, choked little sounds of desperation that he can't control.

"fuck, fuck, you're so dirty," he manages, his voice thick with tears and lust. "stop—please—i can't—"

you increase the speed, your focus absolute, riding the high, needy energy radiating off him. "you said you'd do anything," you remind him, moving your hips slightly to grind against the top of his head. "now beg me to stop. beg me to let you take over."

he lets out a broken, anguished sob, his composure completely gone. he doesn't know whether to grab you or run. he's completely helpless.

"i'm begging you!" he cries, the sound pathetic and raw. "please, i can't watch, i need to touch you—let me, please—i'll be good, i'll be quiet, just let me use my hands, i'm gonna explode—"

he's panting, shaking, tears streaming down his face as he watches you bring yourself to the brink again. he's utterly destroyed by his own subservience.

you use his breakdown as fuel, focusing entirely on your own pleasure, riding the intensity until the tremors start again.

just as you feel the your high approaching, you snap your head back and issue a final command, your voice rough with impending orgasm. "now, jungwon!"

he lets out a final, agonizing moan, arching his back violently against the seat, his hips slamming forward, eyes rolling back as he loses himself completely, spilling hot, messy release right against his boxer briefs.

you watch his flushed face, streaks of cum painting his hoodie and fist and you wish you could take a picture and have it engraved into you.

the car is silent except for the frantic, ruined sound of both of your gasping breaths. he collapses, his forehead hitting your inner thigh, trembling uncontrollably. he's spent, ruined, and completely gone.

"fuck," he whispers, his voice thick with tears and the sheer, overwhelming mess of his release. "i love you. i love that you did that to me."

his sudden words had you gasping, a deep flush covering you and you couldn't help but murmur the words back as you watched him jitter.

the intensity broke slowly, like a fever finally receding. jungwon slumped against you, his breathing ragged but evening out. the desperation was gone, replaced by bone-deep exhaustion.

he didn't lift his head, just shifted until his cheek was resting against your collarbone, his arms settling around your waist in a loose, purely comforting hold. he was a heavy, dead weight in your lap.

"i'm so sleepy," he mumbled into your shirt, the words muffled and childish.

you ran a gentle hand over the damp hair at the back of his head. "i know. let's go home."

he sighed, a deep, shuddering sound of pure relief. "stay right here."

you didn't respond with words, just kept running your fingers through his hair. he closed his eyes, his breathing growing slow and even against your skin.

you swallow harshly as you begin to peel his grip off of you, attempting to retreat back to the drivers seat so you could drive back home.

after successfully doing so, you hazily pull up your shorts and start the car, glancing at jungwons sleeping form. a soft smile gracing your lips before a pit in your stomach begins to grow.

just as you were about to pull out from the side of the road, your eyes catch a figure sitting 10 feet away from your car on a bench. mouth agape and body tilted, the elderly man seemed completely and utterly shocked at whatever he had witnessed.

well fuck.

Ultimately, it’s not your choice. As you’re free to do whatever with your body, so is he, lifting to the sounds of Metallica as the winter days wind. It doesn’t take long to notice a difference - the hardened planes of his back as he slips off his vest for bed, pecs that aren’t as soft to burrow into, the sheer size of his biceps when he jokingly flexes, the only joke being the puddle in your underwear. Things continue like this, the gym another factor of his life instead of his everything. He invites you a couple times to work out and you enjoy it each time, your attention reduced to one of a goldfish because Sunghoon’s filling in nicely, single-handedly reconstructing what you think your type is. He lets you try various protein shake flavours and picks you up like you’re nothing, the simmer of something feral boiling to the surface, this its overflow.

“Couldn’t even wait for me to fucking shower,” Sunghoon groans, feather-light laughter mixed in with the harsh smacks of his hips. “You’re filthy, you know that? Takes so little to get you wet, doll.”

You’re a babbling mess, eyes rolled to the back of your head while drool leaks onto the heaped pillows stuffed beneath you, body dancing so close to the edge it suspends your choppy breath. This is all your doing, body perched for Sunghoon’s taking because you don’t know how to keep it in your pants, crude comments your form of foreplay, a tactic Sunghoon usually doesn’t take seriously, except for today.

The day he sends you the most jaw-dropping, brain-melting gym selfie your eyes have the blessing of seeing. He’s in a snapback and white vest, bicep the size of your head with a smirk so cocky your knees give in, your limbs a pathetic bundle against the floor. Perhaps it’s dramatic, having thoughts of kissing your phone because of how delicious your boyfriend looks, but it’s easy to shift the blame to the starved demon version of yourself when you’re ovulating, nothing but filth on your mind.

Which explains how Sunghoon doesn’t even really make it through the doorway before you’re pulling him to the bedroom by his sweaty vest, the ache between your legs unbearable. He must expect it, following your motions without a word, a smirk to your lips as clothes get tossed aside and eventually you find yourself here - drilled so thoroughly into the mattress, you become it.

His knee knocks your legs wider, the stretch of dormant muscles simmering alongside the pulse of pleasure rushing through you, aching walls clamping down on his cock, drenching him with your arousal. Shaky pants mix with broken moans, the force of Sunghoon’s thrust echoing skin-smacks off the walls, the slick between your legs ringing in your flaming ears, drunk on the way Sunghoon handles you like he knows your body better.

“You like that, pretty?” he questions, sickeningly sweet in your ear. “Doing nothing but taking my cock? You’re so greedy, baby, making me work to get my dick wet.”

In the scattered lighting of your bedroom, the ecstasy film over your sight clears enough to zero in on Sunghoon’s arms propping himself up, straining to support his weight and make you feel good, carved as if marble in the sharp shadows cast on him. How you hadn’t thought of this sooner is something to mull over later, plea seeping through your lips before bashfulness can catch up.

“Put your-ah──arms to good use,” are the words you opt for, pushed out with the help of Sunghoon’s incessant thrusts. “Choke me.”

“So bossy when you're able to talk,” he muses, making sure to knock extra hard against you, a targeted effort to spread stars across your sight, nails digging into the duvet cover. “Alright then. What my girl wants, she gets.”

It’s a combination of everything you love: Sunghoon baring more of his weight onto you as his chest presses on your back like a hot brand, arm hooking beneath your chin with a bicep flex that rewrites the chemistry of your brain, so deep in you with no escape. When he slides back into you again, it’s pure bliss, the angle burying him so deep you feel him everywhere - packed lungs, mangled stomach and stuffed cunt, filled with a tamed burn between legs quivering from the stretch.

“Always so tight for me,” his chuckle cuts off with a groan, a particular clench from you pulling curses from him, willpower wavering. “Hm? What’s the matter?”

The scale of pleasure enveloping you is too much to bear, so rife in your body you’re not sure what to do with it, cries muted to the pouted press of your lips, lack of oxygen flow making the room spin.

“Am I hitting that spot just the way you like?”

Your head has little room to move, but your nod is frantic, cervix receiving the kiss of death each time Sunghoon’s cock bullies into your cunt that can’t help but latch onto him, milking him for all he’s worth. Wound so tight, a hand hinges onto his forearm, a tear cascading down your cheek as you hurtle towards your orgasm.

“Oh baby, you’re close,” Sunghoon coos, tender voice the perfect juxtaposition to his unrelenting pace. “Come on pretty thing, been taking me so well. Good girls always deserve to come, right?”

The dam wall bursts, body going limp as you surrender to the ecstasy holding you hostage. Sunghoon’s firm hold around your neck muffles the gasp clawing at your throat, leaking cunt clamping down on him with a force that makes his hips stutter, jagged breaths blowing past your ear as his rhythm boils to a sloppy rut, chasing the last of his release.

“Gonna f-fill you up. Take it, take it, take—”

His orgasm hits him like a freightrain, words dying on his tongue as he paints your walls fluttering around him, greedy for the warm come flooding your spent cunt. Overstimulation rakes through you, a subdued shudder the only thing your exhausted body can manage, skin sticky with sweat wafting in the humid air.

“Carry me to the bathroom?” you ask.

Sunghoon’s laugh is immediate, moving chest sticking to your back. “Carry yourself, pillow princess.”

His words are nothing but a joke, not more than five minutes later, carried bridal style to the adjoining bathroom, a nice hot bath poured fit for two.

Before you can reply, he pounces. His fingers find your waist, your neck, any spot that makes you squirm. The tickle war starts, and you can barely breathe through your laughter.

“Hee! Stop!” you manage between gasps.

“Nope, this is justice,” he grins, merciless.

You struggle to escape, but he’s stronger and clearly not letting you off the hook. When you finally collapse, breathless, Heeseung seizes the chance: he cups your face in both hands, and this time there’s no dodging. His lips catch yours in a quick, certain kiss.

“There. Balance restored,” he murmurs, triumphant.

You glare at him—half annoyed, half amused—but he just settles back next to you as if nothing happened, though his smile betrays him.

“Don’t try that again,” you warn.

“We’ll see,” he replies, tucking your head against his shoulder, confident that next time, you won’t get away so easily.

✧ Jay ----------

The kitchen smells amazing. Jay always takes the art of cooking a little too seriously, and today he decided to prepare the whole dinner. You sit at the counter, watching the precise way his hands move as he tastes the sauce. After a sip with the wooden spoon, he turns to you with a confident smile.

“Try it.” he says, holding out the spoon.

You obey, and the sauce is so good you can’t help but smile. Jay, satisfied with your reaction, leans in a little closer. And just when you expect him to say something about the recipe, you notice the look in his eyes: he’s not going for a comment, he’s going straight for your lips.

With a quick move, you turn your face to the side. He ends up just inches from your cheek, so close he almost crashes into your shoulder. He freezes, processing what just happened.

“…Did you just dodge me?” he asks in a voice so low it’s almost scary.

You give him a mischievous smile and shrug like it’s nothing. Jay, however, slowly steps back, sets the spoon on the counter, and folds his arms.

“This is worse than criticizing my seasoning.” he says with mock seriousness, as if you’d insulted his deepest pride.

You try to hold back your laughter, but he keeps up the act: walking to the fridge, opening it without really looking, and letting out a dramatic sigh.

“So much effort, so much dedication… and this is how you repay me.”

In the end, you move closer and tug at his shirt, trying to break him out of his martyr role. But Jay doesn’t budge, not even an inch.

“No, I don’t want anything now.” he says with pursed lips, though the sparkle in his eyes betrays his amusement.

You lean in to kiss him, but this time he turns his head away, copying you shamelessly. You stare at him with your mouth open, and he smiles in satisfaction.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” he whispers, voice laced with both teasing and tenderness.

Finally, he can’t hold it any longer and closes the distance, catching you off guard with a slow but inevitable kiss. When he pulls back, he murmurs softly:

“That’s so you learn not to play with fire.”

And just like that, he returns to the stove as if nothing happened—though the victorious smile on his face is impossible to hide.

✧ Jake ----------

The afternoon is calm, the sun setting and the cool air matching the mood. You walk together down the street, no rush, hands intertwined. Jake is telling some funny story about Layla, exaggerating every detail just to make you laugh. You watch him fondly, because you know he loves being the center of your attention.

Suddenly, he goes quiet. His hand squeezes yours a little, and when you glance at him, he’s already looking at you with that goofy smile that always gives him away. He leans in slowly, intention written all over his eyes. You know what’s coming.

When his lips are just a breath away from yours, you turn your head. Jake ends up kissing the air, stumbling slightly over his own steps.

“Huh?” he blurts out, surprised.

You keep walking as if nothing happened. But he stays frozen, still holding your hand, dragging behind you with the most incredulous expression in the world.

“You did not just reject me!” he says, clutching his chest like he’s suffered a fatal blow.

You try to hold back your laughter, but his wounded-puppy face makes it impossible. Jake suddenly stops and plants himself in front of you, blocking the path.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you did that on purpose.”

You don’t answer, just smile. That’s enough to make him let out a dramatic groan and crouch down, hiding his face in his hands.

“This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me…”

A few passersby glance curiously, which makes him snap back up. He straightens immediately, takes your hand again, his brows furrowed but his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Fine. If you want to play, we’ll play. But I’m not losing.”

The rest of the walk, he keeps trying: a quick kiss on your forehead, another on your nose, even a surprise attempt when you’re distracted looking at a shop window. You dodge them all, and it only fuels his competitiveness.

When you finally reach your front door, Jake steps ahead, gently pins you against the wall, and says in a low voice:

“Last chance.”

You don’t have time to answer. This time, with all the determination he can muster, he gets what he wants: a stolen kiss that leaves you no chance to react. When he pulls back, he smiles proudly.

“Knew I’d win in the end.”

✧ Sunghoon ----------

The echo of the music still lingers in the room. Sunghoon turns off the speaker and drops to the floor, breathing heavily after another intense practice. You walk in with a bottle of water, and he takes it with a tired but satisfied smile.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he says before drinking it all in one go.

He wipes his forehead with the towel, and even though he’s still sweaty, he doesn’t skip his routine of fixing his hair in the mirror, as if he could never allow himself to look bad. You watch him in amusement, and he notices.

“What?” he asks, raising a brow.

“Nothing, just… you’re so you,” you reply, laughing.

Sunghoon shoots you a look that’s half playful, half challenging, then walks over with calm steps and leans toward you. You already know where this is going: his lips aiming for yours, with that quiet confidence that’s so him. But at the very last second, you turn your head, and he ends up brushing your cheek instead.

He freezes, surprised. Slowly pulling back, he blinks, like his brain needs a moment to process what just happened.

“Did you just… dodge me?” his voice is low, almost disbelieving.

You only smile and nod mischievously.

Sunghoon lets out a short laugh, running a hand over his neck. He tries to play it off, but the sparkle in his eyes betrays him.

“Alright, I get it. I must be a mess right now…” he mutters, standing to go back to the mirror.

There, like it’s a ritual, he fixes his hair, adjusts his shirt, even sprays on a bit of cologne from the bottle he keeps in his bag. You watch with your arms crossed, amused by his bruised pride.

When he’s done, he walks back over with a dangerous smile.

“Give me five minutes,” he says, voice low and sure. “You won’t be able to resist.”

And he keeps his promise. This time he doesn’t rush in—he plays with you. Leaning closer, then pulling back, making you chase him with your eyes. In the end, when you least expect it, he catches your waist and steals a slow, intense kiss that wipes away any trace of teasing.

When he pulls back, his smile is full of satisfaction.

“Knew I just needed the upgraded version of me.”

You roll your eyes, but deep down you know that with him, dodging isn’t as easy as you thought.

✧ Sunoo ----------

It’s a quiet afternoon in your room. You’re lying on the bed, distracted by your phone, when Sunoo shows up without warning. He comes in with that bright energy he always carries and settles next to you like it’s his natural place.

“Hey, are you ignoring me?” he asks, leaning in to peek at what you’re looking at on the screen.

Before you can answer, he moves even closer. His lips are about to brush against yours—quick, soft, leaving you no time to react… but you do. Turning your head at the very last second, you manage to let his kiss fall into the air.

The silence lasts only two seconds, but it feels eternal.

Sunoo freezes, eyes wide. Slowly, he pulls back and stares at you with a look of utter betrayal.

“…Did you just reject me?”

You can’t help but laugh, which only makes it worse. He clutches his chest and lets out a dramatic gasp.

“This is unforgivable!” he declares, collapsing face-down on the bed. He smacks the mattress with his hands like he’s in a Greek tragedy, mumbling into the sheets, “I never thought you’d treat me like this…”

You try to calm him down, but he turns his head away, refusing to look at you. His offended silence lasts barely a minute before he sneaks a side glance, lips in a pout so exaggerated it almost looks fake.

“It hurts, you know? Me, who always treats you like royalty… and you do this to me.”

You laugh and try to get closer, but Sunoo suddenly sits up, pushing you back with a theatrical wave of his hand.

“No, I don’t want your scraps of affection now,” he says, like the lead in a heartbreaking drama.

Of course, his act doesn’t last long. The second you pretend to get serious and threaten to stand up, Sunoo grabs your wrist quickly.

“Wait, wait.” His eyes glimmer mischievously. “Fine… I forgive you. But you’re going to make it up to me.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply. He leans in again, this time more determined, and gets exactly what he wanted from the start: a sweet, lingering kiss that wipes away his fake drama in seconds.

When he pulls back, he smiles victoriously.

“See? You can’t resist me.”

And he curls up by your side, as if his whole tragedy never even happened.

✧ Jungwon ----------

It’s a quiet afternoon in the dorm living room. You’re sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone while Jungwon, right beside you, flips through a notebook. Lately, he’s been so focused, wanting to prove he can handle everything: practice, homework, responsibilities… and still somehow make time for you.

Suddenly, he closes the notebook and looks at you with a small but confident smile.

“I deserve a reward for everything I do, don’t you think?” he says, leaning toward you.

You know exactly what he means, and just as his lips are about to brush yours, you turn your head. The kiss lands on your cheek instead.

For a moment, Jungwon freezes. Then he slowly pulls back, brows furrowed.

“…Did you just dodge me?”

You try to laugh it off nervously, but that only makes him narrow his eyes further. Crossing his arms, he takes on that “angry leader” stance that you could never take seriously.

“You know that was disrespectful, right?” he says firmly, like he’s scolding a group member.

You burst out laughing.

“Don’t exaggerate, Won! It was just a joke.”

“A joke that hurts,” he shoots back immediately, deadly serious.

He keeps staring at you, and though his expression is stern, his cheeks are flushed. You realize he’s not so much angry as embarrassed.

“Did you really get upset?” you ask, still smiling.

Jungwon sighs, looking away, biting his lower lip. Without meeting your eyes, he murmurs:

“It’s not that I’m upset… it’s just… well, I don’t do these things with just anyone.”

His words leave you quiet for a few seconds. Noticing your silence, Jungwon turns back with the faintest pout.

“Fine, I’ll forgive you. But only because I like you,” he finally says, lowering his guard a little.

This time he leans in slower, and even though you look like you might dodge him again, the firm way he holds your chin makes it impossible. His lips brush yours in a short but determined kiss.

When he pulls back, he smiles victoriously.

“That’s better. And don’t play with me again,” he warns, though his eyes are shining with tenderness.

✧ Ni-ki ----------

The room is lit only by the TV screen. Niki has the controller in his hands and a confident smile on his lips. You sit beside him, watching the speed of his moves, his focus locked on the game. Suddenly, he pauses and turns toward you with that mischievous look that always means trouble.

“You know what’s better than winning this game?” he asks, leaning in.

Before you can answer, he moves in for a kiss. But you turn your head at the last second, and he ends up kissing the air. He freezes, eyes wide.

“…Did you just dodge me?” he asks in disbelief.

You smile innocently.

“Maybe.”

Niki leans back against the couch, one hand over his chest.

“This is illegal,” he declares with utter seriousness. “If you’re going to play dirty, so can I.”

Before you can reply, he resumes the game, and within two minutes, he scores a flawless win. Tossing the controller onto the couch, he leans toward you so quickly you don’t even get the chance to move away. His lips catch yours in a short but certain kiss.

When he pulls back, he grins like he’s won a trophy.

“New rule: every time I win, I get a kiss.”

“And if you lose?” you ask, amused.

“That’s not going to happen,” he replies with absolute confidence, grabbing the controller again.

And sure enough, every victory turns into an excuse. Niki doesn’t miss a single one: the moment “WINNER” flashes on the screen, he drops the controller, leans in, and steals another kiss. Some are quick, some last a little longer, but all of them carry that spark of competitiveness that defines him.

“See? I’m unbeatable,” he brags after his third win, his lips still brushing yours.

In the end, you don’t even bother dodging. His eyes light up with satisfaction every time he repeats the routine: win, boast, kiss you. And while the game still runs on the screen, you know what he really cares about isn’t the score, but the perfect excuse he invented to keep you close.

After another victory, he leans in again and murmurs against your lips:

“Better than any trophy.”

✧A/n: I hope you liked it! Comments, likes, and reblog are really appreciated!! Mwah!Mwha! ilysm

You’ve been playing a dangerous game for a while now. Ever since you moved back in with your mom and her new husband, you’ve been subtly teasing him. He gets so flustered when he sees you in revealing clothes or when you’re loudly talking on the phone about sex. You love it, and you really want him to do something about how frustrated you make him feel.

Today is no different. You’re taking provocative selfies in the kitchen while Sunghoon makes you something to eat. He’s sweet that way, but the only thing you’re interested in eating is him.

“Come take a picture with me, daddy,” you demand in a way that doesn’t sound like an order.

You hold back a smirk as Sunghoon tenses slightly before he does as you say. He walks over to where you’re sitting by the island and steps behind you. With a pretty smile, you raise your phone up and pose. The camera catches Sunghoon nosing at your hairline and pressing a gentle kiss on your soft cheek. He looks at the camera as he cups your tits through your thin tank top. You gasp softly when his thumbs smooth over your nipples until they’re hard.

“Not wearing a bra?” Sunghoon hums in your ear like he guessed from the moment you came downstairs. “What a naughty girl.”

“Sunghoon,” you mewl in pleasure. Your eyes flutter as he keeps pinching and tugging on your nipples through your flimsy shirt. 

He tuts in mock disappointment. “You know that’s not what I want to hear, honey.”

“Daddy,” you whine as you push your tits further into his hands. Your thighs rub together to ease the ache pulsing in your clit. 

“That’s it. Good girl,” he groans deeply. Sunghoon pinches your nipples even harder, watching as your eyes shut at the feeling. 

He keeps playing with your tits as he tells you to take a picture. You lick your lips and raise your phone again. The pictures come out surprisingly good despite how lost you are in pleasure. Sunghoon tugs down your shirt so you flash the camera. You don’t stop taking pictures, and you cry out for your stepdad as his fingers flick and tug on your hard nipples. 

“Take some more pictures baby,” he tells you as he kisses your neck. “Send them to me.”

Your clit throbs as your panties fill with wetness. They start to stick to your throbbing lips as you keep taking pictures of your stepdad playing with your tits. Sunghoon keeps toying with your nipples as he looks over your shoulder and watches you send the hot pictures to him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs in your ear, making you whine. “Now, let’s go upstairs. We have a few hours before your mom gets home.”

In no time at all, you end up on the bed your stepdad shares with your mom. It’s all so filthy, but you don’t care. Especially not now that Sunghoon’s pressing you face down into the pillow as he rails you into his martial bed. The bed is shaking so hard that the rest of the pillows are starting to fall off the side. 

“Fuck. What a slutty stepdaughter I have, huh?” Sunghoon laughs as he pumps his cock harder into your greedy pussy. “Offering yourself to me even when your mom’s home. Naughty fucking girl.”

“Uh huh,” you agree as you turn your face to the side. Your ass is raised high in the air so Sunghoon can fuck his big cock deeper into your wet hole. “I’m a dirty little slut for my stepdaddy.”

“Goddamn,” Sunghoon groans as he slams his cock against your g-spot. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Please!” You whine as your ass bounces back against his pelvis.

Sunghoon grins. “Beg for it again, little slut.”

“Daddy, please!” You cry out, dizzy with arousal as you start to drool on the pillow.

“So good. Such a tight little pussy,” your stepdad growls as he slips a hand down your hips to tease your throbbing clit. “Gonna make you squirt all over me.”

“Da–Daddy!” You squeal as he picks up the pace, ramming into your squelching pussy as he rubs fast circles on your swollen clit. 

“Fuck, am I glad your mom’s not home,” Sunghoon groans. He laughs darkly when your hot cunt clenches down on his throbbing cock. “Can’t let her see how good I fuck her daughter’s tight little pussy.”

You moan loudly as you start bouncing yourself back on his cock to get it deeper inside you. His filthy words are driving you closer to the edge, and you need him to keep talking. “This is so wrong, daddy. We shouldn’t be doing this—ah!”

“It is,” your stepdad agrees after he smacks your ass. “It’s wrong and so fucking dirty, honey. But it’s been so long since daddy got his dick wet, and I know how bad you wanted my cock in your tight hole. Couldn’t let you go without some dick, right, baby girl?”

You nod frantically as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Yes, yes! Needed your big cock in my pussy, daddy! Feels so fucking good!” 

“Yeah, it does,” he laughs meanly, giving your bouncing ass another rough slap. “Fuck. My dirty girl has the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.”

Sunghoon shoves his cock deep into your cunt and grinds, making you squirm and whine as his dick rubs against the spongy spot deep inside your pussy. Your hands twist in the sheets as he flicks and pinches your sensitive clit.

“Daddy. I’m gonna cum,” you moan into the pillow.

“Do it, baby girl,” he orders as his free hand comes down to slap your ass hard. “Cum all over my cock. I need to feel this tight little pussy squeeze me.”

It doesn’t take long before you’re screaming in pleasure as your orgasm crashes into you. Your cunt clamps rhythmically around Sunghoon’s fat cock as you squirt all over him and your mom’s bed. He groans in appreciation, fucking into you harder so you keep covering him in your filth.

“Oh, honey, that feels so fucking good,” your stepdad praises you as his big hands slap your ass again and make you squeal. “Fucking work that pussy on my cock. Daddy has a nice load for you.”

“You can’t cum inside,” you whine even though you don’t mean your words. Your pussy flutters at the thought of Sunghoon’s cum filling your cunt.

“Why not?” Sunghoon grunts ravenously, hips not stopping. “You don’t like getting your little pussy creamed?”

“D-Don’t know,” you say honestly. A loud whimper escapes you when Sunghoon’s fingers slide over your hip to start working soft circles into your clit again. “Never been creampied.”

Sunghoon’s thick cock throbs in delight as a wolfish grin takes over his face. “You’ve never had a boy creampie your cute little pussy?”

When you shake your head, Sunghoon makes a filthy decision. 

“Don’t you wanna know what it feels like? Daddy will give you a nice, hot load if you want it.”

“W-What if I get pregnant?” You mewl as your toes curl.

Sunghoon groans as he fucks his cock into you harder. “That’s the point, baby. Why do you think I’m fucking you raw? Daddy loves to breed cute little pussies like yours.”

The cry you let out is filthy, and Sunghoon can tell by the way your pussy stains his pulsing cock with cream that the idea turns you on as much as it does him. “Let daddy fill you up, baby girl. It’s going to feel so good. I promise.”

You fuck yourself back on him, feeling yourself get even wetter at the thought of him getting you pregnant. His cock pulses and throbs inside you after you give him permission. You’re both getting off to the fucked up scenario of you ending up pregnant with your stepdad’s child. 

“Cum in me, daddy,” you whine, mewling as his fingers rub your clit even faster. “Want your cum! Want to feel it inside my little pussy!”

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, hips snapping hard against your ass. “Ready? Fucking take it. Take all of your daddy’s load deep in this needy little pussy.”

You moan loudly when you feel his hot cum filling your cunt. Your stepdad stuffs you so full it starts to drip out around his cock. He fucks his spent cock into your sloppy pussy as he pinches your clit. Sunghoon moans your name as he watches your back arch when a second orgasm rakes through you. Eventually he slows into a stop, breathing heavily as the last of his cum spurts into your used hole.

Sunghoon slowly pulls out of you with a grunt. His eyes are fixed on your messy pussy as his cum slowly leaks out of it. He licks his lips when he sees your fucked out expression.

“Such a good girl,” he praises as he runs his palms up the back of your trembling thighs.

Sunghoon slaps your ass hard. His cock twitches when you cry out erotically. With a quiet laugh, he smacks your plump ass again. 

“Daddy’s gonna have so much fun with you, honey,” he grins although you can’t see it. “I’m about to wreck this little pussy. Daddy has to teach you a lesson for being such a naughty girl.”

Sunghoon hears you cry out for him, and it fills him with excitement as his cock slowly comes back to life. His hand comes down again, slapping your ass to watch it bounce under his palm. Hearing you whine gets his blood pumping. Juices and cum keep oozing from your cunt, pussy lips already soaked and messy. 

“What a pretty pussy,” he groans as he starts to stroke his cock.

Sunghoon wants to do so many things to you that he’s not even sure where to start. Dark eyes hungrily stare at your trembling thighs and wet pussy. 

“Fuck,” he rasps out, dick throbbing as it drips with precum at the filthy sight. “Need to give this cute pussy some of daddy’s kisses.”

With that, your stepdad spreads your pussy lips and  watches hungrily as clear strings of arousal drip down your thighs and onto the bed. He lets go and spanks your pussy with a wet slap. Your body trembles with desire as you moan loudly.

“Is my naughty girl ready for daddy’s kisses?” Sunghoon calls out loudly, fingers spreading your cunt open again. 

“Yes, yes! Want your mouth on my pussy, daddy!” You cry out as your hips rock back.

Sunghoon laughs deeply as he pinches your pulsing bud. “Mmm, yeah. This slutty pussy needs daddy’s attention.”

Your stepdad bends down and runs his tongue through your wet folds, groaning at the taste of you two mixed together. His large hands hold your hips in face as he eagerly buries his face in your cunt to lap up the remnants of cum left behind. Sunghoon’s wet tongue fucks into your dripping hole greedily. He quickly loses himself in your sweet taste.

Sunghoon groans and tilts your hips up, holding you at an angle that has you clamping down on his tongue. He slips his tongue out of your hole to lick and suck at your throbbing clit. Your cries and moans are absolutely filthy as he laps at your sensitive bud. His grip on your hips tighten, not letting you arch away from the intense pleasure he’s giving you.

More of your juices coat his face as he keeps teasing and sucking on your clit. Eventually, he shoves his tongue back into your clenching hole to lap up all the cum and arousal spilling out of your pussy. He spanks your ass, making your velvety walls flutter around his tongue. It doesn’t take much for you to cum again. Sunghoon groans and laps it all up, cock leaking and aching to get inside you again. Knowing you can’t take much more, he pulls away and watches with satisfaction as you rock back toward him. 

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up, baby girl,” Sunghoon promises as he spanks your ass hard. 

You wiggle your ass in excitement. “Please!”

Your stepdad smacks his leaking tip against your pussy lips and throbbing clit. With a deep grunt, he glides his cock across your soaked cunt until he’s covered in your arousal. Sunghoon presses his fat tip into your hole and watches as your pussy sucks him in inch by inch until he completely bottoms out. He hears you whining into the pillow, and it makes him fuck his cock into you deeper. 

The noises you make drive him wild. He wants to be buried in your pussy all the fucking time. Now, he’ll always be excited when your mom leaves the house. He’s going to start counting down the minutes until he can taste your hot little pussy—until he can fill your hot little pussy. 

Sunghoon has to hold back from cumming inside you so quickly. Just watching it drip down your thighs and onto the bed he shares with your mom is driving him closer to the edge. His hips stutter as he pulls all the way out and fucks his cock back into your wet pussy roughly. 

“Gonna pound this slutty pussy until you learn your lesson,” Sunghoon groans and squeezes your ass until you’re mewling and arching your back. “Fuck. My stepdaughter is so dirty. You want daddy to cream this hot little cunt again, huh?”

Sunghoon’s pace gets rougher and needier when you cry out and beg him to cream your pussy again. Fuck. He’s going to breed your cute cunt until it’s leaking with his cum. His hips pick up speed as the bed jostles with his movements. 

“Yes, daddy!” You cry out as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck me! Fuck your slutty stepdaughter!”

Your pussy is dripping all over his cock, and Sunghoon can’t get enough of it. He keeps pounding his cock into your hole, heavy balls slapping your clit with a nasty plap. The room reeks of sex and filth, and he briefly pictures his wife walking in on him being balls deep in her pretty daughter. The filthy image makes his balls tighten up and pushes him closer to cumming. 

“Filthy fucking girl,” Sunghoon groans as he brings both hands down to your ass to spreads your cheeks. His dark eyes are trained on the way his fat cock stretches out your tight cunt. “Screaming for me like you want our neighbors to hear how good your stepdad fucks you.”

Once again, you cry out his name like a pornstar. You tremble with pleasure as you squirt all over his big cock for the second time. Sunghoon groans in satisfaction, fucking his big cock into you faster to prolong your orgasm. There’s only one end in sight. It’s him fucking you and breeding your hot cunt until you’re carrying his baby. He’s going to keep you on his cock until his wife gets back.

“Ready, baby girl?” Sunghoon coos as hand goes to your hip as the other spanks your ass. “Daddy’s about to cream your little hole.” 

Your stepdad rams his dick into your squelching pussy until you’re screaming in pleasure. Lewd squelching and skin slapping fills the room and mixes in with your filthy moans and Sunghoon’s deep groans. Your pussy clamps down on his cock until he buries himself deep into your pulsing hole and cums. Rope after rope of hot, sticky cum fills your clenching pussy as you milk his cock. 

“So good,” he grunts, rocking and grinding his dick into your clenching hole. “I love breeding this slutty pussy.”

Sunghoon slowly slips his dick out of you and watches his cum drip from your spasming pussy. His spent cock twitches at the filthy sight. He spanks your messy cunt and licks his lips.

“Don’t think we’re done yet, honey. Your punishment is far from over.”

“Fuck, so tight,” Sunghoon groans low in his throat as his cock slowly ruts in and out of your obscenely wet pussy. “This little pussy just needed a big cock, huh?”

Your eyes flutter as they open slowly. You mewl softly, still not fully awake but still vaguely aware of what’s going on. The filthy words register a second later. Even in your sleepy state, your eyes roll to the back of your head as pleasure clouds your senses.

“Goddamn, baby girl. You feel so fucking good,” Sunghoon moans. He grinds into your cunt before slowly easing his dick out of you, only to sink back in again. “Should’ve done this way sooner.”

Large hands squeeze your hips and keep you pressed against the bed. You whimper as Sunghoon slowly fucks his big cock in and out of your dripping hole. Despite this being only being the second time he fucks you, he already knows where your g-spot is because he keeps slamming his fat tip against it.

A second later, you feel a hot, wet suction sensation around your nipple and slowly realize that you’re completely naked. Sunghoon pulls of your stiff bud with a pop and bites across your skin to your other tit. He hums against the supple skin as he sucks marks around the hard nipple. Whining in pleasure, your hips roll against his while Sunghoon bites your nipple before sucking it softly. 

“You finally awake, honey?” He mouths against your sternum, teeth scraping against the soft peaks of your breasts. “Can you feel how deep my cock is fucking your slutty pussy?”

With a harsh thrust that jostles your body, your bleary gaze takes in Sunghoon boxing you in as he fucks his cock deeper into your clenching pussy. A low whine slips past your lips as Sunghoon bites your nipple roughly. Your body feels sore already, but you welcome the sensation.

“Been having fun with you all night,” he laughs, low and deep, making your pussy clamp down tightly around his fat dick. “Ate this pretty pussy out for hours. Then I had to suck on these cute nipples.”

“D-Daddy!” You gasp hotly, nails digging into his shoulders. “W-What about my m-mom?”

He grunts and fucks you slow and deep, cock barely leaving your tight hole as he moves his hips. “Don’t worry about her. She’s still sleeping.”

It’s starting to get light outside, and you wonder exactly how long your stepdad has been using you in your sleep while his unsuspecting wife sleeps in the other room. You can’t really care because his big cock is splitting you open so deliciously. 

“God. I almost creamed your cute hole, baby,” he coos at you. Your clit throbs as he grinds his pelvis against it. “You’re so hot and tight for me. Fuck. This sweet little pussy was made for my cock.”

You shudder underneath him, eyes rolling back as he grinds against the spongy spot inside your molten pussy. 

“Do you want to hear more about how daddy was playing with you?” Sunghoon asks before he swoops down and sucks on your bottom lip.

“Yes, please,” you chase after his mouth, but he pulls away with a sly smile. 

“I didn’t know you were such a heavy sleeper. You didn’t even stir when I took all your clothes off and spread your legs,” he laughs in a way that’s too cute for what he’s doing to you. “And then I just couldn’t help but kiss every single part of you.”

With a needy cry, your hands drift from his shoulders to his arms. “Daddy, please.”

The muscle in his jaw twitches as he roughly snaps his hips forward, bullying his cock deeper into your tight pussy. 

“Gave myself a pussy job. Then I licked and sucked on your tits. I bit your cute nipples until you were soaking my cock,” he moves his hands back up your body to pinch and tug on your stiff peaks. “Once your hot pussy was nice and wet, I decided to kiss and lick it—I know how much you like that.”

You feel slick gush out around his cock as his words drive your arousal higher and higher, the band in your abdomen growing tight as your orgasm steadily approaches.

He laughs at you. You’re too fucking cute. “So, of course I had to kiss my favorite girl’s pretty pussy.” 

Sunghoon’s hands move to press your hips down against the bed so he can drill his cock even deeper into your spasming cunt. 

“Ngh, daddy! Gonna cum,” you whine with sleep thick in your voice as your legs tremble.

“Not yet,” he laughs, eyes dark and mean. “Daddy’s gonna play with your sweet little cunt all night. Why don’t you just go back to sleep, honey? Let me use you like a fucktoy.”

You cry out loudly as your orgasm suddenly hits, surprising you both with its intensity. Sunghoon groans at the feeling of your hot little  pussy fluttering and milking his cock. He stills inside of you, cock flexing and throbbing wildly. You whimper and scratch his biceps while you cum around his big dick. 

“Fuck me,” he hisses, hands hot and heavy as they grip your hips tight enough to bruise. “Did you just fucking cum? What a slut.”

His fingers dip down to rub your swollen clit, wanting to prolong your orgasm. You buck against him at the painful yet pleasurable feeling on your sensitive bud. 

“Daddy’s gonna use you all the time. You know that, right?” He whispers against the shell of your ear as he rolls his hips against yours, cock gliding in and out of your squelching pussy. “Next time, I’ll make you guess how many times I creampied this sweet little hole after you wake up.”

Your back arches off of the bed with a mewling whine. His gaze turns dark when he sees you fucking your pussy into his movements. 

“God, am I fucking lucky,” he says before he kisses you, hot tongue pressing greedily past your lips. 

“Daddy,” you whimper into his mouth dazedly. 

“Got the sluttiest little stepdaughter,” his voice drips with honey. “Always needs her sweet little cunt stuffed with my cum.”

Your body feels wrecked in the best possible way as he continues to fuck you into your mattress. The sounds of someone going downstairs makes Sunghoon pause, pulsing cock still snugly buried inside your dripping heat. 

“Sounds like your mom’s awake,” he grins down at you filthily. “Guess we’ll need to be extra quiet.”

Your cunt pulses around him, and his grin widens. 

“Oh? Trying to get caught? What a dirty girl,” he coos darkly. “Maybe I shouldn’t breed your cunt since you can’t be quiet.”

“Please, please,” you gasp, fingers tangling in his hair as you rock your hips against his, “I’ll be quiet, I swear. Please, daddy. Don’t stop.”

He groans and keeps fucking your pussy with deep strokes. “I won’t stop, honey. Fuck, don’t think I could if I wanted to.”

“Please, daddy,” your head falls back onto your pillow. “Wanna cum again.”

“Goddamn, baby,” he hisses, roughly circling his thumb on your clit as he grinds into your pussy. 

Sunghoon kisses you deeply as his fingers pinch your pudgy bud, making your hips buck forward as pleasure washes over your body. Your walls pulse and cling to his dick, making him groan and snap his hips into you harder.

“So good. So fucking good for daddy,” he groans.

Your loud moans are swallowed when your stepdad kisses you again. He buries his cock deep inside your spasming cunt and cums hard. His hot, thick spunk coats your walls as he fucks it deeper into your pussy. 

You sigh in bliss when he slowly pulls his cock out of your used cunt. Sunghoon hisses at the sensation and presses one last kiss on your lips. He gently nips your bottom lip before he pulls away.

“Daddy’s not done with you, baby.”

Now, you’re fully awake as Sunghoon manhandles you until you’re bent over the bed. He stands behind you and strokes his filthy cock as he licks his lips. With a deep groan, he swipes his fingers across your slit to gather all the filth leaking from it.

“You’re so wet for me, baby girl. Like it when daddy plays with this cute pussy?”

“Yes,” you whimper, burying your face into the sheets. “I want you so bad.”

“Fuck,” he hisses before landing a loud slap on your ass. “What a filthy girl.”

“Daddy,” you moan when he spanks your ass again. “Want your cock.”

“Shh, baby. Keep quiet unless you want your mom to come in here and see her little girl being split open on my cock,” he laughs. “Maybe you do want that. Show her how your tight little pussy swallows her husband’s cock.”

Arousal drips from your hole and glistens on your thighs as Sunghoon spanks you over and over until the skin is hot. Without any warning, you feel him notch the fat head of his cock against your cunt and bottom out in one delicious stroke. His palm covers your mouth right as you scream, body thrashing underneath his weight. 

“Shh, baby girl,” your stepdad’s amused voice murmurs in your ear, “I’m just giving you what you want. Don’t you want daddy’s big cock stuffing you full?”

Your eyes roll back as he grinds even deeper into your pussy. The tip of his dick brushes against your sweet spot in a way that makes your cunt gush. A pleasurable pain shoots up your spine. His hand moves from your mouth to press against the back of your head while the other slips under your body, pulling on your clit back so the sensitive nub can grind against the duvet. 

A broken moan leaves your lips. The squelching from his dick pistoning into your cunt sounds loud and salacious in your room. His rough thrusts grind your clit against your sheets, sending molten heat to pool in your belly. Sunghoon’s hand grips your head and pulls you up until your body arches off the bed. 

“This pussy’s just made for my cock, isn’t it, honey?” He grunts. “Fuck. Your mom could walk in at any moment and see me pounding your hot little cunt.”

Your stepdad’s dick brushes against your g-spot, making you squeal and clamp down on it. He groans when you coat it with more of your cream.

“Daddy,” you whine. “I’m so close. I wanna cum, please let me cum.”

“Such a good little slut,” he praises through a laugh. “What if I said no?”

You whine again. “Please. I’ll be so good for you, daddy. I wanna cum on your cock—need you to cum in my pussy.”

Sunghoon laughs again and stills inside your throbbing walls. Your hips writhe back, trying to grind down on his cock, but he stops you with an iron grip on your waist. 

“That’s two different things, baby girl. You want to cream on my cock,” Sunghoon slips a hand down to your spread open cunt to teasingly rub your swollen clit. “But then, say you need me to cum inside your needy pussy. Which is it?”

“Fuck, please,” you mewl, brain hazy with pleasure, “I need both, daddy! Please!”

“Since you’re asking so nicely, I’ll let you have both,” he coos against your hair. “Cream on my cock, then I’ll breed this sweet hole until it’s dripping with my cum.”

A deep shudder goes through your body when he tells you he’s going to give you what you want. Your hips buck forward into his fingers before pressing back against his rough movements. Sunghoon’s cock slips in and out of your cunt roughly. You whine and moan into your sheets, briefly wondering if you’re being too loud. Honestly, you don’t care, and you can tell your stepdad doesn’t either.

Sunghoon rubs a few more fast circles against your pudgy clit, and your orgasm overtakes your senses. Your pussy clamps down and pulses against his cock as he fucks you harder and harder. He bites down on your shoulder before burying his cock deep inside your hole. Hot cum spurts from his tip as his balls empty into your pussy. 

“Good girl,” he praises lovingly as he sinks more of his weight onto your back until you’re both prone on the bed.

Your stepdad’s weight feels nice. It’s slowly lulling you into a sleepy daze as he caresses your sides and brushes your hair away from your face. He hisses when his cock softens enough to slip from your messy cunt. Sunghoon’s dark gaze lingers on your ruined pussy, watching your slick and his cum drip onto the bed. He cuddles you into his broad chest until a sharp knock startles you both. 

“Sweetheart, are you awake?”

You freeze and look at Sunghoon who only laughs to himself. He leisurely gets up off your bed and goes into your closet. You can’t help but feel endeared as he winks and closes the door. Even in situations like this one, his teasing nature remains. It makes you smile to yourself. You shakily get up and get back under your covers. 

“Y-yeah, come in,” you answer her, hoping your room doesn’t smell too much like sex. 

“I’m leaving now. I won’t be back until the afternoon,” she says normally. “And don’t stay in your room all day. Sunghoon thinks you don’t like him because you stay locked in here all the time.”

You keep your expression neutral even though you want to look at the closet with an incredulous expression. It’s obvious that it’s all part of his facade to keep your mom none the wiser, but it still caught you off guard. And you just know he has the biggest smirk on his face behind that door.

Your mom pauses before she walks out the door. “And clean up in here. It smells weird.”

Hiding your smirk is hard. Had it been so long for her that she forgot what some nasty, hot sex smells like?

Minutes later, you hear her walk down the stairs. Your closet door swings open, and Sunghoon doesn’t hesitate to get back into bed with you he pulls you into his arms and presses a sweet kiss on your temple.

“You’re okay, baby?” He murmurs in the quiet between you. 

He caresses a strand of your hair before sweeping his palm across your neck and down your back. 

“Mhm. I’m tired again,” you say through a yawn.

Sunghoon gives you a pretty smile as you snuggle closer to him. Your body buzzes with pleasure as you go slack against him. With a gentle hum, Sunghoon presses another kiss on the top of your head as you both relax into each other and drift off to sleep.

You keep fucking Sunghoon even though you know it’s risky. The sex is too good, and you know he feels the same way. Neither of you care about the place or the time. If one of you wants to fuck, you do. You’re both so filthy and ravenous that sometimes you wonder how long you can keep going without someone finding out. Especially since it seems like your stepdad keeps trying to get caught fucking you.

“C’mon, baby, let me hear you,” he goads, fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt as you sit next to him on the couch.

You moan loudly as the sloppy wet sounds coming from your pussy fill the living room. “Fu–Fuck. Daddy!”

“Your mom’s gonna be back soon,” Sunghoon reminds you with a dirty smirk. “Hurry and cum on my fingers.”

Sunghoon adds a third finger to your stuffed hole. Your eyes roll back as they rub against the spongy spot deep inside your pussy. Sunghoon bites your neck, sucking on the skin as his thumb slowly rubs your swollen clit. Your mind is hazy with pleasure, and you know you’re close to getting the nice couch all dirty with your slick.

“Oh fuck, daddy,” you moan as you toss your head back against the couch. It makes it easier for him to suck and bite your neck. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” Sunghoon groans into your soft skin. “This hungry little pussy’s just sucking my fingers in. Can’t wait to have it wrapped around my cock.”

“Daddy,” you gasp wantonly as your hips roll down into his hand. “I want that so fucking bad! Want your cock now!”

“Oh, I know,” he coos as he kisses your cheek sweetly. “My baby girl needs daddy to breed her sweet pussy all day long.”

Pleasure overcomes you as your thighs fall open even wider. “Fuck, yes! Please! I want you to cum in me so bad!”

Sunghoon groans and fucks his fingers into your pussy even deeper. Ever since he spent hours creaming your little cunt over and over, you got addicted to it. Not that he’s any better. Your juices splash against his palm as it slaps against your clit.

The sound of your phone ringing cuts through all the nasty sounds, but it doesn’t slow Sunghoon down. Not even as you shakily pick it up to see who’s calling. 

“It’s my mom,” you whimper and he only smirks, fingers still pumping into your sweet cunt. “Sunghoon.”

“Answer it, slut,” he slows his rough pace but keeps his fingers rubbing against your g-spot as you obey him and answer the call. 

“H-hey, mom,” you swallow down the moans wanting to escape. “Y-yeah. My boyfriend’s here.”

Sunghoon laughs into your neck and picks up the hard, fast pace again. Your tight pussy is squelching loudly as you squirm against the couch.

“Huh? We were just h-hanging out,” you shut your eyes, hoping the orgasm you feel building in your core holds off just a little longer. 

“You’re on your way home?” You repeat before you bite your lip. Your eyes flutter as Sunghoon’s thumb circles your clit just right, driving your arousal higher and higher with every press. “No, it’s okay. He’ll be gone by the t-time you get back.”

You barely register the fact that she’s telling you that you don’t have much time to keep fucking your stepdad because she’ll be home soon. You’re too far gone in your pleasure to actually care.

“Okay. Love you, too. Bye.”

Your phone drops to the couch as Sunghoon’s fingers push you over the edge. Slick gushes from your cunt and squirts out all over the couch. It also gets all over Sunghoon’s arm and on the floor. Your stepdad’s smirk is filthy as he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of your clenching hole.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, daddy!” you wail as your back arches in pleasure. 

You squirt again as his fingers keep rubbing and pressing against the spongy spot inside your cunt that makes your walls flutter like crazy. After making you cum again, he finally eases his fingers out of your pulsing cunt, lightly caressing your clit with his wet fingers until you’re whimpering. Licking your lips, you let your arousal dictate your next actions.

“Fuck me,” you say as you spread your pussy open, further exposing your wet folds and your tiny hole that’s clenching around nothing. “Breed me right here, right now, daddy.”

“Fuck,” Sunghoon growls out as he quickly shoves his underwear down his thighs to pull his cock free. 

You moan as soon as you see his sticky tip. “Please, daddy. I want your cock so fucking bad.”

Pulling his swollen cock all the way out, he pushes you on your back and slaps it down on your puffy bud. You mewl and grind your pussy against his cock, wanting nothing more than to get stretched out and bred.

“I’ll give it to you, honey,” your stepdad smirks as he lines his tip up with your hole. “Gonna breed this juicy fucking cunt until you can’t take it anymore.”

You choke out a moan as he bottoms out inside you. Sunghoon’s fat tip knocks against your sweet spot so roughly that it makes you scream. He wraps a palm around your neck as he pulls out and thrusts back in. Your eyes roll back as he squeezes your neck. The feeling is sending you to another dimension as he fucks you fast and deep. 

“What a fucking slut,” Sunghoon laughs meanly as he pinches your clit. “You’re gonna get us caught since I’m not stopping. I told you that I’m gonna breed you all day.”

“Don’t care,” you gasp as your pussy clamps around his cock. “Just fill me up, daddy. It feels so fucking good.”

“Goddamn,” Sunghoon moans as his cock throbs in delight. “You’re so fucking perfect. Got the best little pussy.”

You whine when he squeezes your neck again. It makes his dick twitch inside you.

“Fuck, baby girl. I love how tight you get when I choke you.”

Your pussy spasms on his dick when he tightens his hold on your throat. It makes you dizzy with pleasure as your body jostles with every powerful thrust of his. You’re already close again, and you can tell your stepdad is too.

“So tight,” Sunghoon groans, fat tip battering against your g-spot as he fucks you harder. “It feels like you don’t want me pulling out. Fuck. This sweet pussy is always trying to suck daddy’s cock back in.”

All you can do is moan and move your hips to meet his rough thrusts. His cock is hitting so deep inside you that you swear you’re starting to see stars.

“Dumb little slut. Daddy’s dicking you down so good you can’t even say anything,” he grins wickedly, squeezing your throat even tighter.

You nod as much as you can, and he eases some of the pressure on your throat. He fucks into you harder, leaking tip practically kissing your womb as his pelvis rocks against your sensitive clit. The toe-curling sensation has your walls rhythmically pulsing around his cock.

Sunghoon rails his dick into your pussy, grinding all along the spongy spot in your cunt that has you clenching down on him hard. He lets go of your throat to grab your waist, pulling you down on his cock as it pistons into your dripping cunt. “Fuck. Gonna keep this tight little pussy on my cock all day. Don’t care if your mom is home. You belong on my dick.”

“I want that too, daddy,” you mewl desperately as he keeps hammering into your pussy.

You cry out loudly as Sunghoon’s fingers slip down your body to tease your puffy clit. He keeps fucking his aching cock into you, desperate to make you cum all over his dick.

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock so I can cream this sweet cunt,” Sunghoon murmurs heatedly. “I know you want it, baby girl.”

Your stepdad’s fingers smooth over your sensitive bud as his cock plunges into your squelching pussy. The delicious sensations make the tight coil in your lower abdomen snap. Sunghoon leans down and sinks his teeth into your neck as you cum, pussy fluttering and milking his throbbing dick. A loud moan slips past your lips. He fucks his dick deeper into your clenching pussy until he knocks his fat tip into your g-spot one last time. 

Sunghoon groans loudly when he spills his hot sticky cum into your cunt. Thick, hot ropes spurt from his cock, stuffing your cunt full. 

“Oh, fuck, daddy!” You whimper, cunt clenching rhythmically around Sunghoon’s cock. 

He slowly pulls his dick out, stroking the head to spill a few more ropes of cum on your swollen pussy and clit. Your stepdad licks his lips hungrily as he slaps his cock against your messy pussy before he pulls away. 

“We’re not finished.”  

His ravenous declaration makes your pussy clench and push more cum out of you. Sunghoon pulls you up and wraps your legs around his waist as he carries you upstairs into your room. Shutting your door, he shoves you up against it and licks into your mouth messily. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you heatedly.

“We have to hurry, daddy,” you say between filthy kisses.

“Don’t I already tell you, baby girl?” Sunghoon hums against your lips as he walks over to your bed and gently eases you on it. “I’m keeping you on my cock all day. I don’t care if your mom catches us.”

Sunghoon nips at your jaw as his hands trails down your naked body. He stops just before reaching the place where you need him the most. “Want daddy to play with your cute pussy until you’re soaking the sheets?”

“Yes, please, daddy,” you gasp as he sucks and bites the skin underneath your jaw. 

The hand on your abdomen glides down to run his fingers across your dripping slit. You whine when he finally teases your clit with slow swipes of his fingertips.

“So wet already,” he places gentle kisses down your throat. “You want my fingers in your needy pussy, baby?”

“Yes,” you hiss as you rock your hips, trying to get him to press against your swollen bud more.

Without any warning, he plunges two fingers deep in your leaking hole. They stroke against the front of your cunt to rub against the spongy spot that makes you clamp down on the digits. He roughly fucks his fingers in and out of your pussy until you’re whining nonstop.

“Do you see this?” He growls in your ear, middle and ring fingers buried deep in your cunt while his thumb rubs circles on your clit. 

Your bleary eyes look down at your naked body to watch as he scissors his fingers in and out of your soaked hole. 

“This is my cute little pussy,” he bites your neck, and you moan loudly. “Only mine.”

“Yeah, it’s all yours, daddy,” you whine as your fingers dig into his biceps. 

“Want me to give her some kisses?” Sunghoon whispers, fucking his fingers in and out of your pussy slowly. He lets the heel of his palm softly smack against your pudgy bud to make you drip with more arousal.

“Fuck yes,” you wail, eyelashes fluttering as he kisses your neck. “Kiss my needy pussy.”

Sunghoon groans and slips his fingers out of you before he starts trailing wet kisses down your tits. He teases each of your nipples with his teeth, sucking on the stiff buds until your back arches. With a deep laugh, he continues to kiss his way down your stomach to the apex of your thighs. Sighing in pleasure, he kisses your wet clit. 

“So sweet,” he rumbles low in his throat. “My slutty girl.”

Your stepdad’s soft lips kiss your aching clit over and over. He drools a line of spit down onto your bud before running his tongue through your pussy lips to lap at your dripping hole. With a moan, your legs fall open further.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, dark eyes watching you from between your thighs. “Keep spreading your legs for me, honey.”

You whimper loudly before you thread your hands in Sunghoon’s hair as he goes back down on you. His slick tongue flutters against your clit before he sucks it into his hot mouth. He bites down gently, and it sends an electric spark up your spine.

“Fuck, daddy! Your mouth feels so good,” you whine high in your throat. 

Groaning, he grinds against the mattress while he buries his face deeper into your cunt. His wet tongue fucks into your pussy eagerly like he wants to lick you clean. Sunghoon rubs his nose across your clit as his tongue slides in and out of your slick hole. He hums as you gush on his tongue with every sensual movement. It doesn’t take much for him to make you forget everything except the feeling of his mouth on your pussy.

The band of arousal in your abdomen gets tighter and tighter as he makes out with your pussy with a sloppy enthusiasm that has you moaning like a pornstar. Your arousal coats your inner thighs to the point it drips down your ass onto the sheets underneath. His hands hike your legs up over his shoulders so he can delve deeper into your pussy. With the new angle, it feels like his tongue reaches deeper inside you. His mouth presses against your cunt in a way that has you rolling your hips against his face. 

Hearing the wet noises of his mouth on your cunt makes your nipples tighten and ache. You bring your hands up to cup your tits and pinch the stiff buds. It makes you drip with more arousal, and Sunghoon immediately notices. He lifts his dark eyes, cock throbbing in delight when he sees you playing with your pretty tits.

“Mmm, fuck yeah. Play with those pretty tits, baby,” he growls as he moves up to suck on your clit softly. “Pinch those puffy little nipples until it hurts.”

“Daddy,” you sigh, eyes fluttering as you tug and roll your hard nipples. “I’m so fucking close. Gonna cum!”

Sunghoon pulls away and sits back. A sigh of relief slips from him as he starts to stroke his thick cock. 

“You will—on my cock,” your stepdad grins down at you. “Daddy’s gonna stuff your hot cunt until you’re nice and full.” 

You mewl desperately, hands moving forward to grasp at the air in front of him. His heart swells with affection when he sees how badly you want him. “Need your cock so bad! My little pussy’s so empty, daddy!”

“Fuck,” he hisses, quickly crawling back on top of you and boxing you in with his lithe body.

Your stepdad drags his big cock up your thighs, leaving a sticky trail of precum on your skin until the fat head rests below your belly button. You both moan when you see how deep he’s going to be inside you. Precum pools on your skin as it drips from his cockhead. Sunghoon gives you a heated kiss, sucking on your tongue and biting your bottom lip before he has to pull away.

Sunghoon grabs the base of his fat cock and slaps the leaking tip against your pudgy clit. You whine as he rubs his cock through your soaked folds, smearing your arousal everywhere. He presses down harder and lets his head dip in and out of your clenching heat until you’re rocking up into the motion, tempting him to push inside your cunt fully. 

“Please, daddy. Need you to fuck me and cream my little pussy,” you moan wantonly.

“Fuck, honey. You know I can’t ever say no to you,” Sunghoon smirks, finally notching the head of his cock at your leaking hole. 

With a low groan, your stepdad thrusts forward, sliding inch by inch into your pussy until he bottoms out. Your walls pulse and squeeze around his fat cock.

“Oh, that’s it. Fuck. Such a good girl, squeezing me so fucking good,” he coos in your ear as he settles more of his weight down onto your body. 

“Daddy, please,” you choke out, legs wrapping around his waist, arching your back so he can fuck into you even deeper.

Sunghoon pulls out and thrusts his cock into your pussy until he bottoms out again, heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he presses you down on the bed.

“Always such a perfect fit,” he moans, fucking into your cunt faster. “Pretty pussy’s made for my cock.”

Your mouth drops open as his dick reaches deep inside you. Sunghoon fucks you deep and slow until you’re writhing in pleasure. You roll your hips into his as your pussy clenches down on him. “F-Fuck, daddy. Wanna cum for you.”

Sunghoon’s heart thumps harshly in his chest as he swoops down to press a sweet kiss on your lips. He fucks his cock into your g-spot until slick drips down his heavy balls. You reach up to tangle your hands into his hair as he slowly slams his cock into your fluttering walls.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, baby girl,” Sunghoon groans before he kisses your lips again. “You want daddy to breed your greedy hole?”

”Yes, yes,” you moan, hips writhing desperately. “Breed my pussy, daddy! I need it so fucking bad.”

Your stepdad laughs darkly and starts to roughly pump his cock into you. It has your pussy pulsing and gripping his cock tightly. Sunghoon presses his lips on yours. He licks into your mouth, tongue slipping inside to tease your own. You eagerly kiss him back, mewling and moaning between the sloppy kisses.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect, honey,” Sunghoon groans as his cock pulses and throbs.

Your body shivers at his affectionate words. Sunghoon rocks his hips down, pelvis catching on your clit just right as his balls smack against your ass with every rough thrust. You mewl as your toes curl in pleasure.

“I’m getting close,” you moan loudly.

Sunghoon picks up the pace. His girthy cock pistons in and out of your pussy savagely. Sloppy, wet sounds echo in your room, making you clench down on him tighter. The way he moans makes you grin. 

“Cum on my cock so I can breed this pretty pussy, baby. Let daddy fill you up,” your stepdad says adoringly as nips your bottom lip with a grin of his own.

Your clit throbs with every brush of his pelvis. The dizzying sensation makes you squeeze down on his cock tighter and tighter as he grinds against your g-spot. Your legs tighten around his waist until he can barely pull out. Sunghoon grins fondly and starts to rut his cock in short, shallow thrusts as your climax overtakes your body. Thrashing and moaning, your pussy clenches and flutters around his thick cock as your eyes roll back in your head.

”Fuck. You’re gonna make me cum, baby girl,” Sunghoon says through a groan.

“Do it, daddy,” you demand cutely. “My little pussy’s ready for you.”

“That’s it, honey. Let daddy breed this sweet cunt.”

Sunghoon moans your name as his cock throbs and kicks inside you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he spills a hot load of cum deep inside your cunt, soft walls milking every drop from his heavy balls. 

“So good,” your stepdad pants, sloppily kissing your neck as he softly thrusts into your clenching heat. “Fuck. Your little pussy was made to get fucked and bred by me.”

You can only whine out nonsense as he pumps rope after rope of thick, sticky cum in your fluttering hole. Sunghoon’s pelvis smacks against your clit and sending little shockwaves of overstimulation throughout your body. He finally pulls out with a groan, half hard cock shooting out another spurt of cum to coat your puffy pussy and clit. With a moan, he rubs his thick spunk into your skin, smearing it until your slit is sticky and messy. 

“I love you, baby,” Sunghoon says as he gives you a slow, passionate kiss. “So fucking much.”

“Great,” you mutter, trying to rinse it under cold water. But the bleeding doesn’t stop. Ten minutes later, you’re in an Uber on the way to the urgent care clinic, hand wrapped in a half-wet kitchen towel, mentally cursing your decision to wash that stupid wine glass so aggressively.

The waiting room is quiet, save for the occasional cough and the soft music playing from a wall-mounted speaker. You fill out a form one-handed, trying to ignore how much your hand is throbbing.

“Y/N L/N?” a nurse finally calls.

You get up, clutching your hand, and follow her through the hallway. “Dr. Sim will be with you in just a moment,” she says, smiling as she leaves you alone in the exam room.

You freeze. Dr. Sim? There’s no way. That name—no, that can’t be him. Could it?

You try to shake the thought, but your gut already knows.

When the door opens a few minutes later, all your worst (and best?) suspicions are confirmed.

“Y/N?” he says, surprise flooding his face.

Your stomach flips.

Jake.

Jake Sim.

Your ex. The one you haven’t seen in forever. The breakup was quiet, civil—“just not the right time”—but it didn’t make it hurt any less. And now here he is, in a white coat, looking annoyingly good, with slightly longer hair, sharper features, and that same soft voice that once talked you through your worst nights.

“Wow,” you say, blinking. “You’re a doctor now?”

He lets out a breathy laugh. “Yeah. Crazy, right? Never thought we’d run into each other like this.”

“Definitely not like this,” you say, holding up your wrapped hand.

Jake walks closer, eyes scanning your hand. “What happened?”

“Glass broke while I was washing dishes. Cut through pretty deep.”

“Can I take a look?”

You nod slowly, watching as he gently unwraps the towel. His fingers brush your wrist, and your skin burns where he touches. It’s quiet—almost too quiet—as he examines the cut, brows furrowed in focus.

“I’ll need to clean it up first,” he says softly, almost to himself. “You might need stitches, but that will be another appointment, I’ll just clean it up and wrap it around a bandage.”

You watch him grab gloves and supplies from the cabinet. There’s something strange about seeing him like this—same Jake, but also… not. More composed, more serious. But his hands are still the same. Careful. Warm. Familiar.

He kneels slightly so he’s eye level with your hand, and when his eyes flick up to yours, everything else feels far away.

“You doing okay?” he asks, his voice low.

You nod, but your breath catches when he presses the gauze against your palm. The sting makes you flinch, but it’s not just the alcohol—it’s him. His hands. His voice. Being this close again.

“You’re still dramatic about pain,” he says softly, almost teasing.

You look at him. “You’re still annoyingly gentle.”

His lips curve just slightly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

You don’t answer.

The air is thick between you now, the kind of silence that feels louder than words. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, your knees barely inches from his. You hate that your body still remembers him. You hate that part of you wants to lean in.

His hands pause for a second, still wrapped around your wrist. “I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he says suddenly, voice quieter now.

“Me neither,” you reply. “Especially not like this. Bleeding in your exam room.”

His eyes lift to meet yours.

“Still stubborn,” he murmurs. “Still beautiful.”

That one word knocks the air out of your lungs. Beautiful. Like he used to say when you were lying in his bed, bare-faced, laughing too hard at something stupid.

You should look away. You want to look away.

But you don’t.

Not when his face is this close. Not when his fingers are still brushing your skin like he doesn’t know where to let go. Not when the room feels like it’s about to burn down with everything you’re both not saying.

He looks too good in that uniform. Too polished. Too in control. You hate it. You hate that your breath stutters when he leans closer. You hate that your heart hasn’t figured out how to move on. And most of all—you hate how pretty he looks while fixing up your hand.

The white coat suits him way too well, rolled sleeves revealing strong forearms, the stethoscope hanging around his neck like a stupid accessory he doesn’t even need right now. His hair’s messier than you expected, but in a way that looks intentional—like he ran his fingers through it after a long day. His lips are slightly parted, brows pulled in quiet focus, and when he glances up at you through those lashes—You squeeze your thighs together on the exam bed, and look away too fast.

But Jake notices, like he always did.

“Still can’t hold eye contact,” he murmurs.

You scoff, eyes snapping back to him. “Still arrogant.”

Jake just smiles—slow and knowing—like he can read the heat behind your voice.

“I’m not arrogant. I’m just right,” he says, gently pressing gauze against the wound again. “This is gonna sting.”

“You already do,” you mutter under your breath.

But he hears it.

His hand freezes for half a second, while wrapping your hand in the bandage.

Then, slowly, he looks up. His eyes are darker now. Something unspoken passing between you, lingering in the air. Heat, thick and heavy.

“You think I don’t feel it too?” he says, barely above a whisper.

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

Because you do feel it.

You never stopped.

And judging by the way he’s still holding your hand like it’s more than just a bandage job, like he’s remembering, too—His thumb grazes along the inside of your wrist, slow enough that you know it’s not by accident.

Your pulse betrays you. Quick. Loud. Obvious.

And he feels it.

He doesn’t say anything—but you can see it in his eyes. That quiet smirk at the corner of his mouth. That shift in his posture as he leans in just a little closer, like gravity is pulling him toward you and he’s getting tired of fighting it.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs.

You glare at him. “You’re distracting.”

His smile deepens, but his eyes are still serious. Still locked on you like he’s trying to memorize the way you look under these fluorescent lights, with your cheeks flushed and your jaw tight and your hand still in his.

“I used to love when you looked at me like that,” he says suddenly, voice lower now. “Like you hated how much you wanted me.”

Your stomach tightens.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you manage to say, but your voice is weaker than you want it to be.

“I’m not,” he says, eyes flicking down to your lips for just a second—barely a breath—but you feel it. “You’re doing it right now.”

You yank your hand back, too fast, too defensive. The sudden lack of contact feels colder than it should.

Jake watches you, quiet, reading you like a book he already knows too well. And maybe he does. Maybe that’s the worst part.

You get off the exam bed, not looking at him this time.

He doesn’t stop you.

But just as you reach for the door, he speaks again—quiet, like he’s trying not to say it but can’t help himself.

“You think we ended too soon?”

Your hand freezes on the doorknob.

And just like that, your whole chest feels like it’s caving in.

“W-What?” you breathe, turning around slowly, eyes wide, chest tight.

Jake doesn’t answer right away—he just steps forward, slow and steady, until your back hits the door and he’s standing so close you can feel the heat radiating off him. His gaze doesn’t waver.

“You heard me,” he murmurs. “Don’t pretend you didn’t.”

Your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. He’s close. Too close. And yet… not close enough.

“I don’t—” you start to say, but your words die when his hand comes up, fingers brushing lightly against your jaw.

“You do,” he says softly, eyes searching yours. “I can see it all over your face.”

His fingers trail down, just enough to ghost along the side of your neck, his thumb grazing your cheek like he’s asking permission without words. Your breath hitches.

And then… something snaps.

He leans in—slow but sure—and you meet him halfway.

The kiss crashes into you like a wave you’ve been trying to outrun.

Warm. Familiar. Desperate.

His lips move against yours like he’s been waiting, like he never forgot, like this kiss has been living in the back of his throat since the moment things ended.

You fist your good hand in the fabric of his coat, pulling him closer—closer than you should, closer than is safe—but you don’t care. You can’t care.

Because this isn’t careful. This isn’t polite.

This is everything you tried to bury rising back up all at once.

His other hand rests against the door beside your head, caging you in—not to trap you, but to keep himself from falling all the way in. But it’s a losing battle. He kisses you like he’s falling anyway.

And you let him.

But suddenly, he pulls back.

His forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing hard, lips still brushing like he doesn’t want to let go—like he can’t, but he knows he should.

His eyes meet yours, dark and clouded with everything he’s holding back.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes out.

He takes your hand—your unbandaged one—and presses it gently against the front of his pants, eyes still locked on yours.

“See what you do to me?” he says, voice low and wrecked.

You feel him—hard and straining beneath the fabric—and your breath catches again, your body burning at the contact, at the sheer need of it all.

It’s not just lust.

It’s the way his jaw tightens when he looks at you. The way his thumb brushes your skin like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. The way he’s holding back like touching you again will undo him completely.

“Tell me you don’t feel this,” he says, eyes searching yours. “Tell me you forgot. Lie to me.”

He’s daring you.

Daring you to break this moment.

But your silence says more than words ever could.

You don’t answer him.

You can’t.

Because the moment your hand presses against him, everything else fades—logic, distance, all the reasons you two didn’t work the first time.

All that’s left is this heat. This ache. This impossible tension that’s finally snapped.

Jake watches your reaction, his chest rising and falling as you feel how hard he is for you—how easily he still wants you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been trying to forget,” he murmurs, lips brushing your cheek, then your jaw, moving lower, slower, like he’s memorizing you again. “And then you show up… in that damn mini skirt, bleeding, cursing, rolling your eyes at me like no time passed.”

His hands slide to your waist, gripping tighter now—pulling you flush against him. You can feel every inch of him through the thin fabric, your thighs clenching at the pressure, your breath catching in your throat.

He kisses you again, but this time it’s different.

Rougher. Hungrier.

Like he’s been holding back for too long and finally let the leash slip.

You kiss him back just as hard, hands tangling in his hair, his coat, anything you can grip. You don’t care that you’re in an exam room. That you’re supposed to be a patient. That this is so, so wrong.

It feels too good.

His hands slip under your shirt, fingers trailing over your skin like he’s relearning every dip and curve—every place he used to touch like it was his.

“You still react the same,” he murmurs against your neck, tongue flicking out to taste the spot just below your ear. “Still melt for me.”

“Shut up,” you whisper, gasping when his teeth graze your skin.

“You don’t want me to,” he growls, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh, lifting it around his waist. “You want me to ruin you all over again.”

“Then ruin me… Jake,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear.

The second the words leave your lips, something shifts in him.

His hands tighten on your waist. His eyes darken like a storm rolling in, pupils blown wide, jaw clenched like he’s holding onto the last thread of restraint—and you just cut it.

“Say it again,” he breathes, voice low and wrecked.

You lean up, lips brushing his ear, barely touching as you whisper, “Ruin me.”

And that’s all it takes.

He crashes into you with a kiss that’s pure fire—no hesitation, no pretending. Just months, maybe years of built-up want finally spilling out. His hands roam under your shirt, up your sides, gripping like he needs to feel every part of you to believe you’re real. He groans into your mouth when your body arches into him, like he’s the one unraveling now.

His lips trail down your neck, your collarbone, warm breath sending goosebumps down your skin. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he mutters against your skin. “I’ll break every rule for you right now.”

“Then break them.”

He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist like instinct. He presses you harder against the door, hips grinding into yours just enough to make your head fall back with a whimper. The friction alone makes you dizzy—makes you desperate.

Jake leans in, lips hovering over yours again.

“You still want this?” he asks, voice rough, chest heaving against yours.

You don’t hesitate.

“I never stopped.”

Before you can say another word, your back is pressing against the cold metal edge of the exam bed.

“Up,” he growls, voice low and strained—like he’s barely keeping it together.

You don’t question it. You climb onto the bed, heart pounding, breath shallow, your body reacting faster than your mind can keep up.

But Jake’s not soft now.

His hands are rougher—impatient—as he grabs your hips and flips you, bending you forward over the edge. The paper crinkles under your hands as you brace yourself, head spinning from the heat rolling off your skin.

You glance over your shoulder, breath catching as you see him standing behind you, flushed, eyes full of hunger.

“You have no idea,” he rasps, leaning in so his chest presses against your back, lips brushing the shell of your ear, “how many times I’ve thought about having you like this again.”

His hands slide up your thighs, fingers digging into your skin, firm and possessive.

“You shouldn’t say that,” you whisper, voice shaky—though not from fear.

He smirks against your neck. “Why? Afraid I’ll mean it?”

One hand slides up your side, under your shirt, grazing skin like a threat. The other presses flat against your lower back, holding you in place. His lips trail along your jaw, your shoulder, your spine.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he mutters, his voice sending heat straight through you.

You press back against him without thinking, and his low groan vibrates through you.

You feel him shift behind you—his hands leave your hips for just a second, and you hear the soft rustle of denim as he reaches down, lifting himself slightly to slide his jeans off.

Your breath catches at the sound alone.

You can’t help yourself—you glance over your shoulder.

And what you see makes your entire body tighten with heat.

Jake’s shirt is slightly unbuttoned now, collar open just enough to show a sliver of the chest you remember all too well. His jaw is clenched, his brows drawn together in that same focused, wrecked expression he used to wear when he was trying not to lose himself too fast.

But your eyes fall lower—and he’s hard, straining against his boxers, the outline enough to make your lips part and your breath stutter.

He catches you looking.

Of course he does.

And he smirks—dark, dangerous, and way too confident.

“See something you like?” he murmurs, stepping back in close, letting the fabric brush against the back of your thigh as his fingers trail up your spine again.

You don’t answer.

You don’t need to.

Because your body already has—and he knows it.

“Tell me,” he breathes against your ear, voice lower now. “Tell me you missed this. Missed me.”

Your lips part, a soft sound escaping you—but whether it’s a yes or a plea or just his name, you’re not even sure.

“Please, Jake…” you whimper, voice cracking under the pressure building in your chest. “I missed this— I miss you.”

You hear him suck in a sharp breath, like your words hit something deep in him he wasn’t ready for.

Then—smack.

His hand lands hard on your ass, the sting blooming across your skin in the same breath that he growls against your neck:

“Good fucking girl.”

His voice is low, wrecked, full of heat and something more—something possessive.

He presses into you again, chest against your back, hand gripping your hip like he’s never letting you go again.

“You have no idea what you just started,” he mutters, lips ghosting along your ear. “And I’m not stopping until you forget everything but me.”

Jake pushes your skirt up instead of taking it off, eyes dark as they settle between your thighs. “Cute panties,” he murmurs—pink with white lace. He tugs them to the side, exposing your soaked folds, then positions himself right in front of your pussy.

“So fucking wet,” he growls, running two fingers slowly through your slick. You jolt at the touch.

“J-Jake!” you whimper, already breathless. “Please…”

He lifts his gaze, eyes locking with yours, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “Please what, princess? Use your words.”

You look down at him, cheeks flushed, legs shaking. His smirk deepens as he watches you struggle to find the right words.

“Please… don’t stop. I need you so bad,” you finally breathe out.

That’s all he needs.

He dives in like he’s starved, licking into you with hunger, his tongue sliding inside you with a groan. “Miss tasting your pussy,” he murmurs against your folds, the vibration making your knees nearly buckle. Your hands immediately find his hair, fingers tangling as you press him closer.

His tongue flicks in and out of your entrance while his thumb circles your clit, fast and deliberate. Your moans spill out uncontrollably, echoing in the small room.

But then—he stops.

“J-Jake… I was almost there,” you whine, frustrated.

He looks up at you, voice low, teasing. “I’m not gonna let you cum if you don’t shut that pretty mouth. Everyone’s gonna hear you.” His smirk returns. “Don’t wanna get me fired, right?”

You shake your head quickly. “N-No… mm, sorry!”

“Be good and be quiet for me.”

He slides two of his long fingers inside you, immediately curling them just right, hitting places your own hands never could. His tongue returns to your clit, drawing slow, deliberate 8s as his fingers fuck into you at a fast, punishing pace.

You slap a hand over your mouth, trying to hold the sounds in, but your body’s betraying you. “Mmmph!!”

Jake groans low in his throat when he feels you clench around his fingers. “That’s it. Cum for me,” he hums against your clit.

Your hand slips from your mouth as your back arches, fingers gripping the crinkling paper on the exam bed. “J-Jake!” you cry out, cumming hard against his mouth.

He doesn’t stop until he’s licked you clean, not wasting a single drop.

He pulls you up without warning, bending you over the bed. “Need to be inside you right the fuck now,” he growls, voice low and desperate. Jake tugs your panties down slowly, letting them pool around your ankles before gripping his cock, pumping it a few times as he lines himself up. He rubs the tip against your entrance, teasing you.

“Fuck, Jake—just fuck me already,” you whine, breath shaky.

He lets out a breathy laugh. “Be patient,” he mutters, dragging the head of his cock along your thigh, “or I won’t fuck you at all.”

“Mm—fuck!” you gasp at the sensation.

“Didn’t I say be quiet?” he snaps, voice rough. “So fucking sensitive.”

He pushes in just the tip, and you let out another moan the moment he does.

“I can’t help it, Jake… I need you so bad,” you plead, voice trembling.

And as much as Jake wants to keep teasing, the need in his gut wins. He groans and slams into you in one hard thrust.

“Shit—holy fuck,” he groans, stunned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You cry out into the mattress, your voice muffled, your body trembling.

“You haven’t had anyone as good as me, huh?” he mutters, snapping his hips into you with force. “Answer me,” his voice turns dangerously low, “or I’ll stop. Right here. Right now.”

“Y-Yes!” you whimper. “Nobody’s as —moan— good as you!”

“Good girl,” he praises, slapping your ass hard, making you jolt. He groans, gripping your hips like he’ll break them, driving into you again and again. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

You can feel him twitch inside you—and the way your body clenches around him only makes it worse.

“Shit—don’t do that,” he groaned, his voice ragged. “You’re gonna make me cum too early, baby.”

You squeezed around him again, and he cursed under his breath, fingers digging bruises into your hips. “I can’t take—”

But he cut you off, thrusting deeper. “Yes, you fucking can,” he growled, voice low and rough.

His grip tightened. “You just had to walk in here wearing that skirt, huh?” he snapped his hips into you with purpose, each thrust sharper than the last. “What if it had been someone else? You’d let them fuck you like this too?” His pace quickened, punishing, demanding.

“N-no one else.. just you, jake!” your cried out, voice breaking with need.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, breath hot against your neck as he leans over you, thrusts growing deeper, rougher, more desperate. “You’re gonna make me cum already—shit.”

Your nails scrape at the sheets, trying to ground yourself as his pace turns relentless. Every snap of his hips sends shockwaves through your body. You feel so full, so stretched, it’s almost overwhelming.

“I-I’m close,” you cry out, voice shaky and wrecked.

He pulls you up slightly, chest flush to your back, hand sliding up your torso to grip your throat—not tight, but enough to make you gasp. “You gonna cum for me again?” he whispers in your ear, voice thick with lust.

You nod frantically, tears pricking your lashes from the intensity. “Y-Yes, Jake… please, I’m so close—”

“Then cum,” he orders, slamming into you one last time with force, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “Let go for me, pretty girl.”

And you do—body shaking, back arching as you unravel completely around him, crying out his name. Your walls squeeze him so tight he can’t hold it anymore either.

“Fuck—fuck, I’m cumming,” he growls, burying himself deep inside you with a broken moan as he spills into you, holding you close as he rides out every last wave.

For a few seconds, it’s just the sound of heavy breathing and your hearts pounding in sync.

Then he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, still inside you, voice soft and low now. “You’re unreal… fuck.”

You’re still catching your breath when Jake pulls out slowly, letting a shaky groan slip from his lips. You think it’s over—until he flips you onto your back, eyes burning into yours.

“One more,” he pants, already stroking himself back to full hardness. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your legs fall open instinctively, body still trembling, but the need rushes right back.

“Jake—” you start, but he’s already pushing back in, still sensitive, still hard. The stretch is even more intense this time.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he groans, hand gripping the back of your thigh as he starts thrusting into you again, slower but deeper.

Your nails dig into his arms, head tilting back. “I can’t—I’m still so sensitive…”

“I know,” he breathes out, a smirk playing on his lips, “but you’re taking it so well, baby.”

His hips snap forward harder, faster—no teasing this time, just raw need. The sounds of your bodies colliding fill the room again, slick and desperate. You cling to him as another orgasm builds way too fast.

“Jake, I’m—”

“Cum with me,” he groans, burying his face in your neck, his rhythm turning messy, erratic.

And you do—again—body jerking under him as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

He follows with a deep, broken moan, collapsing against you as he cums hard, filling you once more.

This time, neither of you move right away—just breathing, holding, clinging like it’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

“Fuck…” he whispers. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Jake finally pulls out, both of you hissing at the sensitivity. His cum slowly starts to drip from you, and he lets out a low curse at the sight.

“Messy girl,” he murmurs, brushing a hand down your thigh. You both pause for a second, the quiet hum of the exam room light the only sound aside from your breathing.

He gets dressed quickly before helping you.

He leans over, grabbing the tissue box on the counter. With gentle hands, he starts wiping between your thighs, cleaning you up with surprising care.

“Didn’t think this was how your check-up was gonna go, huh?” he teases, tossing the used tissues into the bin nearby. He uses another to wipe the inside of your thigh, his fingers lingering just a little too long.

You glare at him weakly. “Shut up.”

He grins. “I’m just saying. If I knew you’d show up in that skirt, I would’ve scheduled a full hour.”

Once he’s finished, he grabs one of the disposable cloths from the cabinet, dampening it with warm water from the sink. He comes back, pressing it softly to your skin to clean up anything the tissues missed.

“I’m serious though,” he adds in a softer tone, glancing up at you. “You okay?”

You nod, smiling lazily. “Yeah… I’m good.”

You fix your skirt and shirt, slipping your panties back on as you try to steady your breathing and smooth down your hair.

“Good,” he says, tossing the cloth into the bin and helping you sit up on the exam bed. His hand lingers on your lower back a moment longer than necessary.

You glance at him, trying not to smile. “You always help your patients like this?”

Jake chuckles, grabbing your chart and flipping it closed. “Only the special ones.”

You roll your eyes, hopping off the bed as he straightens his coat and tucks his shirt back in. The exam room suddenly feels smaller again—quiet and clinical, like nothing just happened.

He catches your eye and steps closer, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “You sure you’re okay?” His voice is softer now.

You nod, cheeks warm. “Yeah. Just… probably won’t be walking straight for a bit.”

He laughs under his breath. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You glance at the clock on the wall. “I should go before someone realizes I’ve been in here too long.”

“Mm. Might raise some eyebrows.” He opens the door slightly and peeks out, then turns back to you. “Come back in two weeks for a ‘follow-up.’ I’ll make sure your chart says something serious.”

You scoff. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Yet here you are,” he says with a smirk.

You give him one last look, trying not to grin too wide as you slip out the door, heart still racing, body still buzzing from everything that just happened.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

not even a week ago, on july 23, i received an ask from anon asking if i own a certain blog since there is a fic very similar to mine and anon also linked the post. same anon then sent another ask with another link to a different post of the same writer. the blog is named @okwonyo !

i’ll link the fics here(had to unblock the author to do that): “confession” and “dreamer”.

and the works that they were “inspired by” are: “flirting” and “shaving nanami”.

now, the posts were uploaded on july 21 and jul 10, notably later than my works, and if it weren’t for anon i wouldn’t even have known about anything, because i don’t lurk around the enhypen tag. if you want to, you can read works and connect the dots, but i am gonna present the similarities and explain why i, and many others, think it’s blatant plagiarism rather than inspiration(red is marking her work and blue is marking mine), you can read the whole thing too if you’d like ofc, i highlighted everything that would guide to see the problem, but please read everything.

this is from “dreamer” and “shaving nanami” fics. you can see that there is similar pacing, and some of the sentences are structured the same way, using the same words, minimal changes applied. and yeah, you can say that the writer added the “dreaming about marrying you” thing to her work but it doesn’t change the fact that this whole thing was basically ripped off. then, let’s get to the “confession” fic that has like a sequence of sentences taken from my fic, despite the plot being a little different in her fic, but the whole “not noticing the flirting thing” was taken from me. i wouldn’t really call that inspiration if you just take the sentences and literally put them in your fic. would you? :)

(mind you, this is my first time dealing with things like this, which is not an excuse, bur rather an explanation as to why i handled this situation poorly at first.)

now, with these out of the way, let’s discuss what i talked about with the owner of the @/okwonyo, or “jiah”. i sent an ask since i didn’t follow her and couldn’t message her, and we had a civil conversation about these works. i’m sorry i don’t have screenshots but it’s because the chat is no longer available to me(she blocked me from her sideblog which she used for chat with me @okwonyos).

she did apologise and offered to link the fics(or even take them down!) but i, admittedly, was a bit distracted with in real life issues and dismissed by saying that she could just tag me, which of course was my fault. when i said that i thought she would say “inspired by bla bla bla” but she just literally tagged me in the end of posts(mind you, there were 4 posts and she tagged me only in these 2 hah) and when i noticed and decided to ask her to take the posts down like she offered in the beginning because it would just be easier and would make me comfortable enough. she insisted that she likes those works a lot and me, being the pushover i am, relented and thought “well alright at least her readers will stay happy” and allowed her to link my stuff in her post, although she again mentioned me only at the end when i asked her to do it in the beginning of the post. i didn’t really care that her notes were in the end, not really.

come to find our, there were another 2 fics, that i didn’t know about until she mentioned me.

oblivious and promises, which are “inspired” again by my fics: oblivious reader and beauty marks.

was she gonna mention these if i hadn’t texted her again a while later about her poor credit giving style? i don’t think so, buddy. anyways, i read the fics briefly and was baffled by the similarities i saw. granted, i will mention that the “oblivious” fic by her resembles an “inspiration” a lot more than other fics since there are added elements like the characters being childhood friends and confession scene and all that — but still, there is whole beginning of the fic that she basically reworded from mine(was it necessary to even use the message with emoji thing…):

for the “promises” fic… bruh, the pacing, the whole dialogue, the similarities, literally whatever happens between the reader and that male character is taken from my fic and reworded and posted as original before i dm’ed the author. which pisses me off, because if she had mentioned me from the beginning and if i considered and plagiarism it just would have been a lot more telling about this author’s intentions — they wouldn’t have been able to act nonchalantly, you know what i mean?

now, eventually, i sent the author some texts about how just taking paragraphs and changing them a little doesn’t look much like an inspiration and asked to take the posts down(if i remember correctly) and she went defence mode and me? i was too tired with my irl issues to attempt anything more after a string of messages pointing out that she didn’t “copy and paste” and she added her own details and plots to the fic. so i went with something like okay whatever i hope you learn from your mistake and bye and she happily replied “feel free to block me” which irked me.

it irked me to the point that after blocking her i didn’t feel relief or like a “winner” but more like i played right into her hand, which should have been the signs that this was not the right way to end things.

now, jiah, did you think it was over? i did think i’d just be mulling over this for a while and hoping other people don’t steal my stuff, but see it’s not me who noticed it, i was unaware — it was other people, several people, who noticed you just taking writing as your own and ignoring being “inspired” by me until you were reminded that yes, you did it wrong. and you have to understand what you did was wrong and accept it.

and you had to be the one to address it to your readers because me, i did address it and i asked my readers and followers to not even say anything to you and not go into your inbox — but something tells me you would have just ignored them and turned off anon asks.

you may ask: tori, why are you posting this almost a week later? well, i’m not gonna lie i have been thinking about this whole situation a lot and how i didn’t do it right and didn’t feel satisfied. and thanks to my beautiful readers and anons who felt injustice and confirmed my thoughts i have been finally pushed to act on this.

look, i have nothing to gain from this… i don’t need like the undying love of enhypen fans or to turn anyone against her, but jiah, gotta respect me, no? do i really need your credits after you posted your post like 10 days ago and was going to act like nothing happened until confronted? i really don’t lol, i just want to have peace and i want every anon and every person who sent me an ask about it and showed me immense support to be relieved that kpop community knows what’s going on.

and i’m bringing awareness to this because i am sure that plagiarism here is really common and i have been lucky to be struck by it only for the first time.

now, do what you will with all of this info.

but then it wasn’t about sleeping, it wasn’t about resting after an exhausting day of work, suddenly it was about their insatiable need to breed you. maybe you were too late to notice how jake’s early rut triggered heeseung’s too, but now you were sandwiched between both felines, heeseung pressed against your back and jake cuddling into your chest. and most importantly, both their barbed cocks were buried in your pussy.

tears slipped freely down your eyes as jake licked all around your jaw and neck, rough tongue slipping between your collarbones gently as his ridged cock pressed against heeseung’s, both cradled between your leaking walls that pulsed around them, sucking them back, milking them, it was as if you were nursing from them.

heeseung’s arms wrapped around your waist, both hands pressing their palms under your tits, softly massaging the sensitive skin as he rutted into you slowly. “takin’ us so well mama.. your pussy’s so full but she’s still sucking both of us in.” and the feeling was absolutely overwhelming.

“feels so good baby.. wanna be inside you forever..” jake slurred from your chest, still suckling mindlessly, like he was overdriven by instinct. with the room so warm, the windows foggy and only the scent of sex and sweat drifting he could only process the idea of filling you up over and over again. nonstop.

because they both had so much to give, knots already swelling slowly around your stretched poor pussy in preparation to lock, to keep you stuffed with their potent cum that would leave your womb no choice but to accept, to welcome and to receive. and that’s what their rut ridden minds wanted. they wanted to breed their mate. so good and so well.

now jake’s hand shifted to lift your leg, settling under your knee to pull it upwards and to let both felines sink in more. their barbed lengths rubbed against one another, making their hips twitch into you, climaxes creeping in as your pussy only drooled around them.

“keep me like this please.. open n’ full.. don’t leave,” and oh once your trembling voice registered in their overstimulated minds they moaned in sync. purring and licking at your skin when jake pushed himself so deep the ridged tip of his cock brushed into your tight cervix while heeseung began to roll his hips in delicious circles in your cunt. both pairs of fluffy ears twitching wildly, tongues lolling out as their lengthy tails wrapped around each one of your legs.

heeseung whimpered, “never baby.. you’re our mate. we’ll never— fuck. we’ll never let you be empty.” his knot was tight and taut, aching to stuff and keep you locked while his body rubbed lazily against you, thrusts now feeling like they were moulding your body as his breath fanned your back. “we’ll keep you exactly like this. feeding you our cocks.. n’ loving you the whole time. you’d like that hmmm? you wanna stay open like this for us.” jake spoke breathlessly, hand still gripping your leg to let them sink in while you nodded at their words.

it was too much, too good. you weren’t fully conscious anymore, only feeling the wetness, the stickiness between your legs, the noisy squelch of heeseung pulling out and jake thrusting in. it was all too overwhelming, yet beyond addictive. you were completely drunk. taken in like their purrs were putting spells on you, and what could human you possibly do when you’re this weak and needy under them? nothing, just take it and love it.

then you started to feel it.

the twitching of their cocks when their tips are nuzzling into your cervix, the constant pressure of their knots both trying to stretch you open wider around them, heeseung’s breaths turning uneven while jake’s soft moans turned into sharp gasps, they were both close.

“ohh— fuck. i’m almost- so are you. i can feel it—“ jake groaned and he was right. he could feel the way heeseung’s ridges pulsed against his own, both barbed lengths swelling before bursting inside of you, releasing flood after flood of warm, creamy and long ropes of their release. the felines groaned loudly like parts of their souls were being sucked out of them— “t-take it baby— shit. take all of it.. still going.. still filling you up, we’ve got so much to give.” you could barely hear heeseung’s words now.

your ears were ringing, panting in their arms as your body shook at being filled, being flooded and still being stuffed. your eyes rolled back to your head when heeseung swiftly rested his fingers on your puffy clit, flicking it once, twice, before pressing his entire palm onto your stretched cunt— and then rubbing.

“f-fuck—! jus’ like that- oh my god hee!” you were shaking. fully and wholly surrendering as your hybrids kept you flooded, kept you locked with their knots pressing against one another while their cocks swelled and leaked. the sounds now were obscene, jake was sucking dark marks all around your shoulders, reaching up to your mouth not to kiss, but to nurse.

he lapped lazily, eyes half lidded and glossy. his lips puffy and numb. but he kept going, spilling all the collected saliva in his overfilled mouth to yours as his cock fed your cunt, still releasing alongside heeseung in long and slow streams. all the while heeseung’s palm never left your soaked pussy. he kept rutting into you, reaching in to lick against yours and jake’s locked mouths just enough to have his tongue get suckled between yours.

it was all to intimate, their love and devotion pouring into the deepest part of you and still going. it felt like they were overflowing and now they were determined to make you spill over. their bodies sweaty and warm, moved perfectly with yours. as if it was all built on instinct, it was in your biology to get fucked and flooded like this.

and even when their thrusts slowed down into little hip twitches, their mouths now locked onto one another as you slowly began to drift deep into slumber under them, they were still creaming you, humming as they did so. some mixed streams of arousal dripped past your legs, jake rested your lifted limb above his hip as both of their tips now latched onto your walls. still flooding, still giving.

once they grew drowsy enough, they separated. strings of spit connecting their lips as your feline boyfriends settled on each side of you. keeping themselves warm and held in your cunt, heeseung pulled the blanket above your connected bodies while jake rested his cheek above your breast. all three of you beyond content, beyond satisfied and you.. beyond bred.

and that’s what the kitties wanted, to share their loving floods filled with their all with you. stuff it inside of you and keep you locked with it. cradled in their embrace as your womb nursed from their tips that were swollen and filled.

they were elated and sleepy, slowly surrendering into slumber while still locked inside of you. their knots keeping themselves in place while they leaked continuously, with heeseung snuggling into your shoulder when he heard a soft sigh from your lips.

you then knew that even if you were to fall asleep, you would still wake up with them both inside. still flooding. and even if the thought of separating came into your head now— you didn’t want it.

not when your kitties were now purring happily into your skin, cocks now pulsing in love while they held you close. they knotted you, they filled you, they loved you.

this was your home, this was your nest. somewhere you would dream of living in till the end of times.

you wouldn’t replace this for anything else.

jay’s sitting on the couch, back leaned against the cushions as his legs spread. he’s scrolling through his phone, wearing a white tank top that gives you a full view of his shoulder and arm muscles, a gold chain, and grey sweatpants. effortlessly hot.

you walk over to him, wearing nothing but a skimpy skirt that he bought you a few weeks ago and a crop top with no bra on. you looked cute, and he’d admit it too—but it’s obvious that you were trying to rile him up.

you straddle his lap without any warning, placing your arms over his shoulders, sitting right on top of his bulge.

while pretending to innocently cuddle him or get his attention for a moment, your eye catches his wallet sitting on the cushion right beside him. you take it in your hands, opening it and pulling out his credit card.

“daddy.. can i buy this purse i’ve been eyeing? it’s really cute, i promise,” you say, voice soft and innocent as you stare right at him with big, glistening eyes.

“what purse?” he raises an eyebrow, eyes meeting yours as he sets down his phone and rests his hands on your thighs.

you pull out your own phone, typing on your search engine before showing him a $2.8k miu miu bag online.

he scans your phone screen, letting out a pent-up breath before saying, “you’re already spoiled enough. you don’t need another one. i just bought you one for your birthday.”

“why nottt? you love buying me stuff..” you pout, a visible look of sadness on your face as he randomly refuses to buy you something—when he usually always did with zero hesitation.

his hands slide up to your hips, grip firm on your skin before staring at you through dark, lustful eyes. “how bad do you want it?” his voice drops.

“so bad.. i’ll be good,” you gulp, still softly pouting.

“yeah? we’ll see.” he smirks, helping set you off his lap before he turns you around and bends you over the couch, ass up as your knees sink into the cushions.

you already knew where this was going—you should’ve known. only good girls get what they want.

he doesn’t bother fully undressing you, instead pulling your skirt and panties down in one go until they pool around your bent knees. then he pushes his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, already half-hard.

his cock aligns with your core, not daring to push himself inside just yet. instead, he spits—his saliva dripping right where his tip and your pussy meet. he rubs the head through your wet folds, already slick from your arousal and his spit. then his large hand lands a sharp slap on your ass cheek, making you wince as the flesh becomes slightly pink from the stinging sensation.

“you wanna be a spoiled little slut? then show me what you’re worth,” he murmurs, before pushing his cock inside you with no warning. his strokes are deep and rough from the start while you desperately try to adjust to his thickness and length, crying out into the pillow beneath you.

his hand presses down on your lower back, arching your ass up more while his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back slightly so he can clearly hear every filthy moan and scream that leaves your throat.

his eyes flicker down, watching the way the plush of your ass jiggles against his pelvis every time it slams back down. the skin slapping noises, mixed with the light squelches of your pussy, are obscene—but jay loves it, oh so much.

he spanks your cheek again, your moan catching in your throat before he says, “this what you do for a damn purse? get fucked stupid?”

“daddy—s’too much!” you cry out, his cock ramming into your sweet spot over and over, hitting so deep it nearly brushes your cervix, making your gummy walls tighten around him.

“shut up. you said you’d be good,” he hisses, savoring the way you strangle his cock.

his hand reaches under, rubbing your clit with two fingers while continuing to fuck into you, the overstimulation making you whimper uncontrollably into the pillow.

your limp body jolts forward with each thrust, legs feeling like jelly as you inch closer to your release. he doesn’t slow down, not until you make a mess on him.

“yeah, that’s a good girl. you gonna cum?” he tuts, feeling your pussy pulse around him while his tip simultaneously twitches inside you.

“m-mhmm, daddy. please, fuckfuck—” you whine, eyes rolling back as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap at any given moment.

“you cum for me right now, and i’ll buy the fucking bag,” he groans, breathing getting heavier as his thrusts turn messy, hips stuttering as he’s about to cum.

you obey, cumming with a shaky moan as your milky fluids seep out onto his cock that’s still buried inside you, your body weak as your eyes flutter shut.

he breathes out before releasing his thick, warm ropes of cum inside you, your ass pressed against his pelvis as he makes sure to keep you full of him.

he pulls out, tugging his sweatpants over his pulsing, flushed cock as your body gives out from the loss of contact and falls flat on the couch. he grabs your phone, pulling out his card and ordering the purse.

once the payment goes through, he discards both items on the couch again before saying, “there. good girls get what they want.”

he sits beside you, still laying on the couch as he nearly fucked you to sleep, his hand caressing your head and cheek. “what do you have to say?”

“thank you, daddy,” you softly say.

HEESEUNG

heeseung is the oldest and kind of the leader of his group, always the first to jump into a fight if someone talks trash about his friends.

he’s definitely the type not to take bullshit for an answer. tonight, he took on three guys at once, and now he’s sitting on your couch, shirtless, with bruises blooming across his ribs. you hovered right about him, looking at his battered-up form.

you sigh, dabbing disinfectant on his wounds as he hisses in pain. “you’re so reckless,” you scold, but he just laughs and pulls you close. “it’s worth it,” he murmurs into your hair, “as long as you’re the one fixing me up.”

JAY

jay is an interesting character to say the least. he’s got a reputation for being the smoothest talker, but even he can’t charm his way out of every fight.

tonight, he got into it with some guys at the underground pool hall, and now he’s sulking on your kitchen counter, a cut above his eyebrow.

you gently clean the wound, trying not to laugh as he pouts. “they started it, i swear..” he grumbles. “i know, tough guy,” you tease, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “but next time, try not to get your pretty face messed up.”

he smirks and looks up at you, batting his eyelashes. “you think i’m pretty?” you smile softly at his weird yet endearing antics and nod and he lights up, pulling you in for a kiss.

JAKE

jake’s usually the peacemaker, but even he can’t resist defending his friends when they’re getting mocked. this cold, dark night, he stepped in when some losers started picking on one of the younger members, and now he’s got a split knuckle and a black eye.

you sit him down on the edge of your bathtub, carefully tending to his injuries. “you’re too good for this world,” you mutter. jake just simply grins, wincing as you apply ointment. “i’d do it again for you,” he says, squeezing your hand as he gently takes your chin and kisses you softly.

you smile, but pull away as you scold, “kisses are for later.” he pouts, but winces again as you continue bandaging him up.

SUNGHOON

sunghoon’s the quiet one of his group, and it fooled everyone but he could fight. like really well. tonight, he got into a scuffle at the skate park, and now he’s sitting on your bed, shirt torn and lip busted.

he looked so disheveled and vulnerable. you shake your head as you clean his wounds, trying to ignore the way your heart races at his closeness.

“you’re actually impossible, ‘hoon,” you sigh. sunghoon just smirks, his eyes soft. “and? you love me anyway,” he whispers, pulling you into a gentle hug. you sigh as he gently kisses your neck and you speak up, “so needy even after you just got beat up..”

SUNOO

sunoo is definitely the sunshine of the group, but even he’s got a temper when his friends are threatened. today, he got into a shouting match that turned into a shoving match, and now he’s got a scraped knee and a bruised ego.

you sit him down on your couch, gently cleaning his scrapes. “you’re supposed to be the caring one,” you tease. sunoo pouts, but his eyes sparkle. “who says i can’t be loving and tough?” he asks, wrapping his arms around your waist.

you just smile softly and he murmurs into your ear, his breath hitting your neck, “thanks for taking care of me.” you sigh, pulling him in closer. “you don’t need to thank me..”

NIKI

he’s the groups youngest, but he’s got a wild streak that gets him into trouble. tonight, he got into a fight at the convenience store, and now he’s sprawled on your floor, a cut on his cheek and a gleam in his eye.

you kneel beside him, dabbing at the wound with a cotton pad. “you are such a troublemaker,” you sigh. niki simply grins, catching your wrist. “but you love me, right?” he asks, his voice playful. you can’t help but smile as you nod, pressing a bandage to his cheek. “of course, loser..”

“don’t call me that.” he says, frowning. “you have to buy me something from chrome hearts or denim tears now just for—” you cut him off with a kiss and after you pull away, there’s a satisfied smirk on his face and he and says, “nevermind, that’ll do.”