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When asked about the new single Model Cowboy, y/n noted, “It’s about going back to your roots and finding that cowboy, blue-collar man. I think the trades are kind of in vogue right now, for all of the best reasons. We want salt of the earth, we want a man who will provide and take care of us- not everything is luxury and partying. There’s such peace in stability, and I want to honor the simplicity of good relationships, which we all deserve to experience.”

Despite all of this, when our reporters enquired about Jaehyun as the star of the music video, who, to us and many fans on social media, doesn’t scream ‘salt of the earth, cowboy, or stability’ our singer simply responded with “No comment.”

Yikes.

However, there may be hope for this fan-favorite couple yet. When Jaehyun was asked about his role in the music video at a recent film premiere for his new action movie ‘Home Grown’ he had this to say: “I did a few music videos in my early twenties, but never with anyone I really knew or admired. I’ve been focused on movies and fashion recently, but I’m excited to do a shorter-form art piece. y/n and her team are very creative, and I can’t wait to see the finished result.” 

I can safely say that we can’t wait either.

Back when y/n was just eighteen, putting out her first album, there was one song that everyone thought she wrote about Jaehyun. We couldn’t help but bring this up to the actor. When questioned if he’d inspired y/n’s first hit single, ‘Forget About Him’, Jaehyun said, “That’s not for me to say, you’ll have to ask her.” This response revived years of conspiracy on social media, and we’re all still itching for the truth.

Production for Model Cowboy is set for the end of the month, and permits have been granted for shooting in California’s Joshua Tree National Park. We’ll all be on the edge of our seats waiting for promo pictures and behind-the-scenes photos. 

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One:

You’re in your trailer with your assistant, Mark, waiting for your call time, and you can’t help the irritation that’s filling you. It’s the first day of shooting for Model Cowboy, and every other time you’ve filmed a music video, you’ve been excited about the creative journey of turning a song into a visual expression- but not today, and there’s one huge reason for your angst.

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” you groan. “Jaehyun wasn’t my first choice for this, and he’ll never be my first choice for this- it takes away from the meaning of the song to have him starring with me!”

Mark frowns. “I mean, he’s not exactly a model cowboy-”

“More like a model pretending to be a cowboy,” you scoff. 

Your assistant sighs. “Management just wants you two to do this, fake date for a while, promote your music and his upcoming projects, draw intrigue-”

“I know it’s what management wants, I was forced to sign the contract,” you snap. Then you release a breath, getting control of yourself. This isn’t Mark’s fault, in fact, he argued your side in the meeting about this two months ago. “I just… I’m not a huge fan of Jaehyun.”

“You always said he was the most overly confident, smug, pretty boy that came out of your kids’ show,” Mark nods. He’s very good at summing up your difficulties, as he’s your most trusted confidant. You’d never dream of being vocal about your personal opinions of Jaehyun to anyone else, your PR training has taught you not to be fully honest, to prioritize your reputation as a ‘good girl’- but Mark, he gets you. 

“At the end of the day,” you sigh, “sure, Jae might be a better actor, but I’m the better singer.”

“I know you won’t want to hear this-”

“Then don’t say it.”

Mark sends you a pointed look. “He did do that cover of ‘I Like Me Better When I’m With You,’ and everyone loved it.”

“Well, Jaehyun doesn’t have three albums and a Grammy. He did a cover. It’s not like that’s difficult.” 

Before Mark can say anything else, there’s a knock on your trailer. You jump up, ready to start the day of shooting, but when you open your door, it’s not a PA standing there to take you to location, it’s Jaehyun.

He’s dressed in a cowboy-style outfit, however, it’s more runway than practical, and he’s also wearing the same smug smile he always used to have on when you were working together as kids and young adults.

“Long time no see,” Jaehyun muses. 

You roll your eyes. “Don’t pretend you’re happy to see me.”

You know your dislike for Jaehyun is shared with his own disdain for you, and you’d noted that to your managers. How are either of you going to pretend to be in love when this general dissatisfaction with each other is evident every time you’re in the same room?

“Thought I’d come to discuss the whole fake dating script with you, you know, kind of like running lines.”

“There aren’t any lines for our fake dating scenario yet, it’s improv,” you remind him.

“Then, how about boundaries?”

You release a groan. “Fuck it, let’s go find my PA, get in a car to go to location, and we can talk during the drive.”

Two:

There’s a tension in the SUV. With you on his left, your assistant behind you, and Jaehyun’s own manager, Johnny, behind him, everything anyone says will be noted. In fact, Jaehyun’s been listening to Johnny argue on the phone about a brand deal for the past ten minutes.

You’d said you’d discuss the whole fake dating thing, but instead, your eyes are glued to your iPad as you look over the music video notes. 

Jaehyun has always found you to be a very focused woman, he might go so far as to say you have a stick up your ass. Your rigidity is a stark contrast to his own ‘go with the flow’ type of way of doing things, and it’s one of the reasons you’d never gotten along well on sets.

When he’d come to your trailer to discuss PR lines, it had been because he was trying to meet you where you’re at. He thought you’d want to plan. In fact, he’d found it almost laughable when you’d told him it would be improv because out of the two of you, he’s the one that’s always excelled in that area. 

You have this face you put on for others, but Jaehyun’s always seen through it. You lack confidence in yourself, and that’s why you overcompensate by being anal about details, about practicing so you never fail when the time comes. 

Jaehyun leans closer to you, getting a look at the music video notes. The aesthetic board is very desert, horses, sand, sparkles, disco balls, and mirrors- for someone who said Model Cowboy was about finding someone who wasn’t all luxury, there are definitely luxury items in the music video notes. 

“So… tell me again what the song’s about?” Jaehyun asks.

You sigh. “Mark sent you a sound clip, didn’t he? Did you even bother to listen to the song?”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun shrugs, “but I wanted to hear the details from you.”

You take an exasperated deep breath, putting your iPad down on your lap. “It’s about falling in love with someone who’s very salt of the Earth-”

“What do you mean by that?”

Your lips part in shock and annoyance. “It means a man who’s salt of the Earth.” 

“Yeah, you said that, but like…” Jaehyun lets out a small laugh at how bad you’re fumbling this, “what does that mean, to you.” 

Mark shifts in the seat behind you, leaning forward to join the conversation. “It means someone who is honest, and reasonable. Someone who doesn’t think they’re special or better than others.”

You flash Jaehyun a pointed look. “So basically, not you.” 

Jaehyun chuckles. “Baby, neither of us are salt of the earth if that’s your definition.” 

He can see how annoyed you are, can pick up the micro movements, the way your fingers are tapping on the edge of the iPad. It’s a rhythmic thing, something you do to calm yourself, and he’d noticed that pattern in you when you were much younger. 

“This whole fake dating thing was not my idea,” you snap finally.

“Yeah, wasn’t mine either. We both have PR managers.”

You roll your eyes, letting out another exasperated sound of annoyance. 

Jaehyun kind of likes poking at you like this. He’d been worried that you’d be super anal about this whole project, and while you’re definitely fighting for control, he likes to jab you where your guard is down. It feels like a win to him, and deep in Jaehyun’s core, he knows it’s not a nice thing to do, but he simply can’t help himself.

You have a history, years of interactions and bickering- he hasn’t seen you in a long time, but getting on your nerves is as easy as it’s always been, and that schoolboy enjoyment from picking on you is as potent as it ever was. 

Three:

You’re a couple of hours into your day, and you’re doing some shots with horses now. You’d chosen Hwasa as your director, she’s a visionary in the type of aesthetic you want, and you’ve worked with her numerous times before. She’s very girl power, which is what you love, and you also enjoy the fact that she sees this as a collaboration.

You’ve worked with male directors in the past who think your music video is about showing their vision, and in your early days as a teen, you hadn’t been able to find your voice. Now, as an adult, you have the final say on everything, and Hwasa is the best partner you could think of for a project like this.

The two of you are by the cameras, making sure the shot will be good. The horses are just hanging out with their trainers, and Jaehyun’s a few meters away under the sun tent, waiting for direction.

“So… I’m thinking…” you look at Jaehyun, then at the saddles on the horses, “What if we try a shot with bareback.”

Hwasa casts you a sideways glance. “I mean… visually, I think that would be nicer, it would encapsulate freedom, but at the same time… is Jaehyun skilled enough to mount while bareback?”

“He’s an actor isn’t he?” You turn to look at Jaehyun. God, you can’t wait for him to fall off the horse and eat shit. “Jae!”

He’s sitting in a chair, his head tipped back, cowboy hat obscuring his face. The sound of your voice makes him sit up, his fingers pushing the rim of the hat up so he can look at you.

“Come over here!” Hwasa calls.

He nods, standing then swaggering over to you. He’s having way too much fun in his little cowboy outfit for your liking. “What’s up?”

“How do you feel about trying this scene on bareback?” Hwasa asks.

Jaehyun looks at the two of you, then over at the horse. “We can give it a go.”

You try to hide your smile, God, this is going to be so satisfying.

Hwasa goes to consult with the safety guys and trainers, who take off the saddle, then talk Jaehyun through how to mount a horse without the aid of stirrups. He nods nonchalantly, as smug as ever.

The scene gets ready, with you and Hwasa behind the camera. “Action!” she calls.

Jaehyun approaches the horse. He stops next to it, stroking it’s hair. You watch him get a gentle grip, and then, in one fluid motion, he hoists himself up, swinging his leg over the horse’s back before steadying himself into a seated position. He guides the horse by its hair to make a neat circle, looking like the most skilled cowboy ever, then he turns and flashes you that smug smile of his as Hwasa yells “cut!”

“That was amazing,” Hwasa tells you. “God, Jaehyun was such a good choice for this.”

“Really? How so?” you ask.

“Just, I know he’s not a stereotypical salt of the earth man. He’s not all American, he’s not a cowboy with a five o'clock shadow- this… dichotomy of visuals versus lyrical interpretation, how any man can be the right man if given the chance, despite all these stereotypes-” 

You can feel your expression fall. Sometimes you hate how artsy Hwasa is, with her bachelor's in English and her way with words and interpretations. You can’t argue with her analysis, because if that’s what she gets out of the visual of Jaehyun flawlessly mounting a horse bareback, then that’s her view of it. 

“Do you want to try to mount bareback too?” Hwasa asks, drawing herself out of her musings to focus on the scenes she wants in the time allotted. 

You release a sigh. “I guess we can give it a try.”

“If it’s too dangerous-”

“If Jae can do it, I can too,” you insist, not wanting to be one-upped by him. 

You’re in a long flowy silver dress with a slit up the thigh, and you remove your white overcoat. Jenni, your makeup artist double-checks you, and you’re handed your flashy disco-ball-styled cowboy hat. 

The safety team and trainers give you a talk about how to mount the horse, and after listening carefully, you feel ready to take on the task. 

Your horse is black, and your outfit is meant to be a contrast. It’s a beautiful horse, and when Hwasa calls ‘Action!’ you approach it carefully. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, and you stop next to the large animal, stroking it for a moment while you gain the courage to try to mount it.

As you make the leap, hoisting yourself up- Jaehyun calls out, “Don’t slip!”

And of course, that’s exactly what happens. Your leg can’t get a grip over the horse, you trip up a little with the silky material of your dress, and just like that, you’re back on the ground with two feet, sending a death glare over your shoulder at Jaehyun.

“It was a nice effort!” Hwasa encourages you. 

“Not many people get it on their first try,” a trainer agrees.

You watch Jaehyun smile smugly, and an annoyance unlike any you’ve ever experienced fills you as he meticulously watches you try to complete the scene. 

Four: 

It’s near the end of your first day of filming. Hwasa had decided on a one day permit for the horses in the desert, opting to get all the scenes involving the large, beautiful animals done in one big go, and now, she’s explaining the final shots she needs to you and Jaehyun.

“So, we’re skipping through the linear timeline a little right now,” your director explains. “This is one of the final shots of the music video, so we’re going to imagine that at this point, the two of you are completely in love.” You and Jaehyun exchange a look. “You’re riding on horseback in the desert. We want bliss, joy, a comfortable kind of peace that comes when you can truly be yourself with another person, a freedom.”

She gazes pointedly at you and Jaehyun.

“I think we can manage,” you scene partner says, but there’s an edge of hesitation in his voice.

“We’re thinking ‘Ride’ by Lana Del Rey, but instead of motorcycles, you’re on horses. Think about how effortless she looked, how devil-may-care,” Hwasa, ever the Lana Del Rey enthusiast, explains. “You know her song ‘Young and Beautiful?’ There’s a line, ‘Hot summer nights, mid July, when you and I were forever wild.’ Do you guys have that?” 

You love that Hwasa enjoys poetic music, it’s one of the reasons you’d been so drawn to her when you wanted to shift out of your role as a child star turned pop icon. Hwasa had been adamant about the Lana Del Rey stylings that she wanted to influence ‘Model Cowboy,’ the American Dream, wild and poetic love. 

However, with all that said, you’d never imagined Lana Del Rey would be tainted by the imaginings of Jaehyun as your lover, and it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. 

You’ve already gone over blocking, and Hwasa’s explained the drones and cameras set up to take the shots, so now, all that’s left to do, is get through the day.

Jaehyun can tell you’re lost in thought, he can see the dissatisfied look on your face, but before he can call you on it, Johnny pulls him to the side.

“Good luck with this one,” Johnny muses, patting him on the shoulder. “And don’t fall off your horse, you’ve got to be in Milan in a couple of days for the big Prada show.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Jaehyun brushes his manager off. “I’ve got this.”

“That’s my little go-getter actor,” Johnny grins, having scored a goldmine when he landed Jaehyun as his client, despite being a very young and new manager in the industry. “Be the Model Cowboy you always wanted to be.”

Jaehyun takes a deep breath before joining you. “You ready?” he asks.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh. 

“Okay guys, we’re in love!” Hwasa bellows. “We’ve got this! And… action!”

Your expression immediately changes, suddenly, you’re grinning, in fact, you’re glowing. It takes a second for Jaehyun to follow your lead, but then, the two of you are playfighting and tickling, laughing like young lovers who are tasting what it feels like to have found their soulmate for the very first time. 

Jaehyun knows the blocking, he knows when to wrap his arms around you after a few feet of chasing, when to lift you up and spin you as you laugh and gently kick. He knows when to set you down, going in for a kiss only for you to break free and dart to your horse, effortlessly swinging yourself up onto the black stallion and taking off.

Jaehyun is right behind you, mounting his own white horse and following.

He does his best to keep an easy going, loving expression, and at first, it’s a little difficult. But, as more seconds of the two of you riding through the desert go by, Jaehyun remembers the way he felt about you when you first met.

You’d been just kids then. Two young teens still growing into your bodies, into your personalities. He remembers how beautiful you’d been, even then, how your smile had lit up the room, as it does now when you turn your head to look over your shoulder at him, making sure the distance between you is still correct.

Of course it’s correct, if you want to be anal, Jaehyun can be anal too, and he’s not going to give you any reason to nitpick after the day he’s had. 

No, Jaehyun’s an actor. He’s a professional.

In fact, he’s a Model Cowboy as he chases you through the desert on horseback. 

God, the way you’re looking back at him- you’ve really grown into your looks, and Jaehyun’s not making things up when he says you’re glowing. The golden hour sun is hitting you just right, and suddenly, Jaehyun’s heart is racing. He feels alive, he feels- as if this whole thing is real. He forgets the cameras for just a few moments, getting lost in the experience of being young, wild, and free, with you. 

Something shifts inside of him, although, Jaehyun’s so enthralled with you that he can’t quite pin what’s just taken place.

The scene is over all too quickly, the two of you making your blocking mark at the bottom of one of the rocky cliff faces that litter Joshua Tree National Park. You slow your horse, coming to a stop, your expression falling.

Jaehyun feels his own smile drop as he stops next to you. He swallows thickly, not knowing quite what to say, so, he decides to note, “Wow, your acting has really improved!”

He means it as a compliment, but your expression turns even more sour, and he knows he’s messed up.

“Well that’s a back handed compliment if I’ve ever heard one,” you scowl.

“I-” Jaehyun’s words get caught in his throat, and he has to swallow a lump just to continue, “I meant it in a good way, I was trying to be nice.” 

“If that was you trying to be nice, it makes sense why you can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a month or so,” you snap.

Jaehyun’s chest hurts, and he stares at you in shock. It’s all the more painful, because in some ways, what you’ve just said is true. He’s used to only dating models, people in the industry who aren’t as successful as he is. He’s only ever entered relationships where there’s a power imbalance, and he supposes in a situation like that, any negative feedback could be biting- yet, it’s different with you.

You’re the one with the power here, and it’s clear you won’t take any criticisms from him. You stand up for yourself, in a way no woman ever has around Jaehyun.

As he watches you lead your horse away, signaling the end of the interaction, Jaehyun realizes maybe he kind of likes that you’re very powerful in your own right. Maybe he likes a woman who can defend herself and doesn’t just take what the world throws at her.

Maybe… just maybe, after all this time, he likes you. 

Five: 

The locations crew had found a really cool oldstyle cowboy motel for everyone to stay at. It had been relatively inexpensive compared to other filming location lodgings in the past, and renting the whole place, including the mess hall, for four days had been the obvious choice.

You’re sitting with Mark and Hwasa, all three of you have trays of food from the buffet, but none of you are focused on eating. Hwasa has her iPad out, and she’s going through the shots of the day with Mark. You remind yourself when you peak at the screen that there’s still a lot of editing to do, but so far, it’s looking quite good. 

Your stylist, Jenni, is also with you, and she’s capturing the majority of your attention as she shows you pictures of the costumes set for tomorrow. Your long silver dress is being swapped out for a pink palette upscale cowgirl aesthetic, with Jaehyun in creams and blues to match the lighter blush colours. 

You notice Jaehyun walk into the large dining area. He and his manager, Johnny, head straight for the food, and they tilt their heads together, thick as thieves out of ear shot.

When they’re done filling their trays, they begin to head to a table, and that’s when Hwasa calls them over. “Rough shots,” she explains. “Jae, you sit next to y/n and I’ll show you both some of the details.”

You flash Jenni a look, hating that she has to move over for the model to sit.

Jaehyun is awkward as he does so, apologizing to Jenni, which is his only saving grace.

When he settles, your shoulders are touching, and he leans closer to get a look at the iPad that Hwasa is holding. Hwasa doesn’t show all the shots, just her favourites, and you have to admit, the visuals are stunning even before any editing for light and colour.

Then, Hwasa shows you all the footage from the last scene you’d shot, the one with you and Jaehyun playfighting then leaping on horses.

“This is so good,” Hwasa tells you. “You both look so natural on horses, the drone shots are perfect, and the golden hour? Stunning.” 

While all of that is true, you’re more focused on how in love you and Jaehyun look. It’s weird to be seeing you and Jaehyun like this. It’s almost out of body, or doppleganger realm, because how the heck did you manage to look so happy and in love with Jeong Jaehyun of all people?

You feel the actor shift next to you, and you get the sense that he’s uncomfortable with it as well… however, out of the two of you, he has way more experience on screen. You guess you shouldn’t be shocked that he looks very much in love, he gets paid big money to sell those emotions.

“Anyways,” Hwasa sighs, “y/n, tomorrow morning, we shoot sunrise and into the afternoon, then Jaehyun, the latter half of the day is us at the ranch for some more ‘classic’ cowboy scenes.”

“Sounds good,” Jaehyun mumbles. With one last nod of appreciation, he stands up, and it’s as if he can’t get to another table fast enough. 

Six: 

They’ve been shooting Jaehyun’s cowboy scenes for a couple of hours when he notices your arrival on set. You’re not in the pink costume he’d heard about you wearing this morning, and you’re not all dolled up either.

You’re in a light jacket and jean shorts, a more relaxed look, and yet, you’re still stunning.

You’re next to Hwasa, looking at camera angles and shots, and while you seem to be making a few notes to the director, Jaehyun appreciates that you aren’t trying to micromanage him yourself. 

Shooting continues for another hour, and Hwasa calls a short break so she can figure out what else needs to be done today while they have the ranch.

At first, Jaehyun just goes and grabs a water. Johnny is hyping him up, but the actor is hardly paying attention, his gaze focused on you instead. 

Jaehyun can’t help himself, he walks over to you. You look up from Hwasa like a deer in headlights, and something about it is very endearing. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, can I uh… talk to you for a sec?” Jaehyun asks.

“You know what? Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you nod, “come with me.”

You grab his arm, dragging him away. Jaehyun’s a little confused as to where you’re taking him, and when he finds himself in the privacy of a secluded location behind his trailer, he’s even more confounded. 

“Uh….” he starts, wetting his lips.

“What did you need?”

“I was just… guess I was wondering what you were doing here? Didn’t your shoot finish a couple of hours ago? Figured you’d be getting some rest at the motel.”

“It’s my music video,” you remind him. “Also… management thought it would be good to let tabloids get some shots of us shooting today, that’s why I pulled you over here, we allowed them the field of view to your trailer.”

“So that’s why you took me to such a secluded spot,” Jaehyun grins. 

“It’s the only reason I touched your arm,” you retort.

“Careful, don’t look so angry,” Jaehyun warns you, his hands reaching out to grab your hips and pull you closer. “Wouldn’t want to mess up your tabloid shots.”

You roll your eyes. “Tabloid won’t be on the property till after your last take in an hour or so. Don’t jump the gun, cowboy. After your next scene, you can be as much of a little model slut as you’d like.”

“You think I’m a slut?” Jaehyun asks, shocked that you’re talking to him in this way.

“Am I wrong?”

Jaehyun stands there for a moment, and then, he releases his grip on your hips. “Guess not.”

“So, after you’re done the next scene, we come here, and see if we can pretend to like each other,” you instruct. 

“We just have to be as convincing as we were yesterday,” Jaehyun muses.

You open your mouth to respond, but then you shut it, and Jaehyun’s left wondering what you would have said for the next hour.

He wonders how far you’ll let him take things, and part of him wishes you’d answered his question about boundaries yesterday. This feels like uncharted waters, and his heart is racing when he finally meets you behind his trailer again. 

“Okay,” you sigh. “Do your worst.”

Jaehyun feels himself begin to salivate, and he swallows thickly. There’s no way he’ll do his worst. His worst, would be throwing you against the trailer and having his way with you right here and now- asserting his dominance and seeing if you push back in any way- he suspects you like him more than you let on, after all, Jaehyun’s never met a girl he couldn’t tame.

Life’s hard when you have a stunning face and a hot body to match. 

Jaehyun reaches for your hips, pulling you closer. His skin is tingling with excitement. “I’m going to say something funny, and you should laugh,” he whispers.

You grin broadly, but the expression doesn’t meet your eyes. “Depends on if what you say is funny or not,” you counter. 

Jaehyun’s mind suddenly goes blank. His pick-up lines, his jokes- they all fly out the proverbial window. He doesn’t know what to say, so instead, he begins to lean in-

You turn your head at the last second and Jaehyun’s lips graze past your cheek. He’s a little taken aback at first, but he leans into it, reminding himself that you’d told him to improv. “Is this okay?” he whispers in your ear, still wanting to double-check with you although every fiber of his being is telling him to just do what he wants.

“It’s okay,” you respond, wrapping your arms loosely around the back of his neck. “You’re the actor.”

For some reason, it feels like a compliment that you’re making the distinction between the two of you. You’re right, he’s the actor, and you’re the Grammy award-winning singer.

His lips continue softly on your cheek, and then he adjusts, pressing kisses down to your throat. You shift in his embrace, tilting your head to the side to give him more access.

“Jae-” you warn.

“Just a few more, for the tabloids,” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck moreso than kissing now.

You release a sigh, and with your chests pressed together, Jaehyun can feel your heart racing.

He wonders if you can feel his going a mile a minute too. 

Seven: 

You eat in your room with Mark, too shaken up by your interaction with Jaehyun earlier to dare enter the mess hall yourself. 

“So, I was just sent the tabloid pictures for final approval,” Mark sighs, joining you on the bed so you can see his phone. “They’ll be up in the morning.”

“Just choose your favourites,” you murmur.

“Uh…” Mark blinks at you. “I really think you should look at them with me.”

You take a deep breath. “Fine.” 

Shifting your gaze to Mark’s phone, he scrolls through the shots, and you hate how natural they look. You and Jaehyun just look good together, and it sets your teeth on edge.

“The cheek kissing is cute,” Mark says thoughtfully. “The way you’re holding each other looks real.” 

It looks too real, in fact.

“I’m just happy we have opposing shoot schedules tomorrow,” you admit with another deep breath. You can see Mark side-eying you, and you hold up a hand before he can respond. “Don’t say a word.” 

“It’s just…” Mark struggles at times to surpass your commands. He’s your assistant first and foremost, but your company also expects him to have somewhat of a managerial role over you, and you know it’s a fight for him to find balance at times. “Everyone has shipped the two of you since you were younger. People say it’s like Britney and Justin in the Mickey Mouse Club House show- then you were teenagers, and you went different directions-” 

“Well, Britney and Justin didn’t end up together, did they?” It’s a rhetorical question, and from the way Mark sighs, he knows it.

“You’re missing the point,” he struggles.

You turn your gaze to him. “Am I?”

Mark releases a breath, dropping the issue. You feel bad shutting him down like this, but at the same time, you don’t want to open the can of ‘Jaehyun’ worms, if you will. No, you’d much rather ignore it for right now.

You’re filming a music video for your new album, and you have much bigger fish to fry. 

Eight: 

If Jaehyun wasn’t needed for business calls with Johnny today, he might be on set watching you, and Jaehyun can’t get it out of his head as he chills in his motel room and listens to his manager working.

It’s three hours into calls and details before Johnny is able to take a break, and he sets down his phone with a pointed look on his face. “You’re being weird.”

“Am I?” Jaehyun lets out a small laugh, but there’s little humor in it.

“Talk to me,” Johnny says lightly, giving an air of friendship despite the fact that he’s still in his role as manager. “Talk to me about this whole PR, fake dating thing.” 

Jaehyun shrugs. “What’s there to talk about?”

“Those fake tabloid pictures of you and y/n from yesterday on set dropped an hour ago, they’re trending on Twitter,” Johnny points out.

“It’s called ‘X’ now, actually.” 

Johnny narrows his eyes. “I’m never going to call it ‘X.’ It’s fucking Twitter.” 

Jaehyun can’t help but laugh, for real this time. He loves Johnny, loves him for all of his little millennial quirks.

“Honestly?” Jaehyun sighs, feeling his energy sift again. “Y/N’s super uptight, but… she can act like she’s not, and that’s a different side of her that I wasn’t really expecting.” 

Johnny is quiet for a few moments. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go for it.”

“That song from her first album, ‘Forget About Him,’ was that written about you? Is there a past here?”

“Nah, it wasn’t about me,” Jaehyun assures his manager. “As far as I know, she’s never been interested in me like that. We had this other costar, Haechan-”

“Lee Donghyuck?”

“Yeah, him. They uh, I think there was something there between them, for a little while at least.”

Jaehyun can feel Johnny’s assessing gaze, and he averts his own eyes. 

“It almost seems like you’re jealous, Jae.”

“Yeah, well, Haechan never went on to become a brand ambassador for Prada or star in movies, he was just some little child star.” Jaehyun can taste the bitterness in his words, but he can’t help himself. 

“You know who’s not just a child star?” Johnny asks. “Y/N. You two are, without argument, the most successful people to come out of the show you were in when you were younger.”

“We’re both very driven,” Jaehyun admits. “I do admire that about her, she has a Grammy for fucks sake.”  

“What I’m getting from this,” Johnny concludes, “is that you’re completely fine with this whole fake dating arrangement.”

“Well, as my manager, you should know I’m a good actor,” Jaehyun counters.

Johnny laughs. “Sure you are. Tomorrow is the last day of shooting, you’ve got that big kissing scene, I guess we’ll all see how good of an actor you are then.” 

Nine: 

There’s something comical about the fact that both you and Jaehyun are chewing gum in preparation for your kissing scene. Together, you’re with Hwasa as she goes over the vision for the shot. 

“So, we’re thinking Jae’s going to grab your neck,” Hwasa starts, “gently, of course. More of a cupping the nape of your neck than a grab, actually. It’s going to be slow, a slow exploration of moving closer. Lots of close-ups of the two of you gazing into each other’s eyes. It’s about breaking the distance, about two worlds colliding and connecting in a way that feels natural, unrushed, and just, electric.” 

Jaehyun nods, looking at you. “We can do this.” You wish you were as sure as he sounds right now.

Jaehyun takes out a tissue, and the two of you spit out your gum, disposing the trash before moving into position.

The shot is on the edge of a cliff, with the desert and sunset stretching out like a vast, yellowy-orange ocean behind you. 

It’s as you approach your marked spot that you remember something. “Jae,” you ask softly, “are you still afraid of heights?” 

You watch him take a deep breath, and he nods, standing a few feet from the drop-off. You notice he’s looking everywhere but down, and something inside of you softens for him.

Here you are, worried about the kiss, and here this man is, worried about falling off the edge of a cliff and dying. 

“We’ve got some space between us and the edge,” you tell him, stepping closer. “Here, grab my hips, we’re both steady, we’re not going to fall.”

Jaehyun’s lips part, and you can see the confusion on his face.

You suppose you’ve never been nurturing to him, but you can’t help yourself with this. You don’t mean to be a bitch, in fact, you’d argue adamantly that you’re not a malicious person. Jaehyun just pisses you off a lot, and his behavior generally merits a reaction- but right now, he deserves a bit of peace of mind, and you can see him relax a little as his hands grab your waist.

“Feels more steady?” you double-check.

“Yeah.” He swallows thickly, nodding. 

“We’ve got this,” you assure him.

“Are we ready!?” Hwasa calls.

You flash a thumbs up, turning your attention back to Jaehyun.

“And… action!”

The two of you simply stare at each other for a moment. Hwasa had said she wanted this to be slow. You’re shocked at how exposed you feel looking up into Jaehyun’s eyes. He really is a very handsome man, and he looks so extremely vulnerable right now.

His gaze shifts to your lips, and you allow him to take the lead. One of his hands moves up your body, cupping the back of your neck gently. You can smell the spearmint on his breath, as he moves closer.

You maintain eye contact until the moment your lips meet, and then, you do your best to just relax, to forget about the cameras pointed at you. You allow yourself to melt into the kiss, following Jaehyun’s motions, following the gentle notes that soon become more heated.

His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and on instinct, you open your mouth for him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. 

You try to convince yourself that you’re leaning into this for the sake of the scene, that you’re just being good actors together, but there’s something underneath it all. There’s a desperation. You can almost taste it below the spearmint on his tongue. 

It feels good to be kissing Jaehyun, and the realization makes you break the kiss, opening your eyes and blinking in an effort to get yourself out of the daze that’s come over you. 

“That was amazing!” Hwasa’s voice is like a slap. “I’ve got some shots, but I’ll need you guys to do it one more time.”

Jesus. 

“You good?” Jaehyun asks.

You nod, swallowing thickly. “Let’s just go again.”

You’re kissing him again all too soon, and this time, it’s like fireworks. Your heart is racing in your chest, your skin electrified as you cling to Jaehyun, diving deeper into the feeling of him.

This time, he’s the one to break the kiss, and he looks away immediately. You notice him breathing heavily, but before you can say anything, Hwasa’s approaching again.

“Okay, that was amazing, and I hate to be that person, but I’ve decided I want drone shots too, so… third time is the charm?” She looks between you and Jaehyun and both of you are quick to nod, although, neither of you has yet found your voice.

“You good?” you ask him as Hwasa goes back to her spot, her main drone lifting into the sky with an electric thrum.

“Yeah, just one more,” Jaehyun says, voice wavering.

The two of you get back into position, and you study Jaehyun carefully. You’re looking at him, truly looking at him, and he’s looking at you with the same fierceness. You can tell something has shifted between the two of you, but at this time, you’re unsure how deep it really is.

He kisses you again on Hwasa’s direction, and you wonder how normal it is to feel this way during a kissing scene with a fellow acting partner.

You’ve never had to do this before, but you know Jaehyun has. He’s been in two or three rom-coms, there must be a way to stay professional after kissing a costar, right? 

But God, he still feels so good.

You’d thought - or maybe hoped - that the first kiss would be a one-off. That the second wouldn’t be as great, and by now, maybe the butterflies would have escaped the cage in your tummy, but no, the feeling surging through you is as powerful and electric as it had been with the first meeting of your lips. 

He leaves you breathless.

Standing on the edge of the cliff with Jaehyun, you realize you’re in deep shit. 

Ten: 

Jaehyun notices you in the mess hall. You’re looking over food, plating up your dinner, and he decides now is as good a time as any to talk to you. 

He doesn’t mean to be a quiet, sneaky sort of guy, but he can’t help the lightness of his walk. When he goes to stand next to you, saying “Hi,” you practically jump, your food stray scrambling a little as you compose yourself.

“Jesus,” you cuss. “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” he apologizes sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “So… uh, the shoot is over, I head to Milan tomorrow-”

“Yup, I know your schedule,” you nod, sighing. “It’s in our contract that I come to your show and be front row to watch you, remember?”

“Right, yeah.” Jaehyun swallows thickly. “So… reporters are going to be asking a lot of questions about us.”

“Uh huh, that was the point of the paparazzi pics.” You continue filling your tray with food, so unbothered and cool in your movements that it makes Jaehyun’s heart beat faster. Are you unaffected by your kiss from earlier? Because Jaehyun can’t get the feeling of your lips out of his mind. 

“I just uh, wanted to say, you can trust me to give the right answers and stuff. I’m PR trained.”

God, Jaehyun wants to strangle himself. He feels so nervous, and the look you give him tells him that you think he’s being a dork. He’s definitely being a dork-

“Okay?” you laugh. “I’m PR trained too, we both took classes when we were kids, remember?” 

“Right,” he’s such an idiot, “yeah. Anyways, I guess… I guess I’ll see you in Milan in a couple of days.” 

“Sounds good.”

With one final nod, Jaehyun leaves you be, and he beats himself up about the awkwardness of the conversation for the rest of the night. 

Eleven:

In this week's news, our favourite kids’ show alumni were spotted getting close on set. y/n’s new music video, Model Cowboy, is set to be one of the videos of the summer, starring Prada ambassador Jung Jaehyun. The two have a long history, and while there have been rumors about their romantic connection in the past, nothing has ever been confirmed… until now.

TMZ dropped a photo of the two embracing outside Jaehyun’s trailer, and the internet officially broke. #modelcowboy has been going absolutely wild on X. One user wrote: “all my dreams are finally coming true! Thank you mama e papa!” While another took to X to say this: “At first, I didn’t love Jaehyun as the whole ‘model cowboy’ trope. He just doesn’t fit it for me. But I don’t know, something about the pictures of him and y/n just feels right- guess you don’t need a history as a rancher to be a cowboy, he’s definitely lassoed my heart.“

So far, the general consensus around our new ‘It Couple’ is that it’s been a long time coming. While there’s no official confirmation about their relationship, one of our reporters caught Jaehyun after a show in Milan last night. When asked about their time shooting the music video together, the actor/Prada ambassador had this to say about y/n: “She was amazing. The whole experience [filming Model Cowboy] went without a hitch. She’s super talented, one of the most driven women I know, and I can’t wait to see how this music video pans out for her.”

When asked about the pictures of the two of them that have been trending, Jaehyun said: “I mean, she’s beautiful, she’s an icon- who wouldn’t want a chance with her?” When the reporter clarified by asking if they’re dating, Jaehyun noted, “You’ll have to ask y/n, I’d never be ‘that’ guy who would speak for a powerful woman like her.” 

All we can say is damn, that’s a green flag if we’ve ever seen one. 

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Twelve: 

There’s nothing like the closing night of a show. Jaehyun feels elated, he feels on the top of his game, like nothing could bring him down. 

“You were amazing,” another model tells him, fluffing her hair up with her hand as the two of them decompress backstage. 

“You were amazing, Vivienne,” he retorts, never feeling more giddy and boyish than he does now. 

“I’m good, but I’m not model of the year good,” she grins. 

“You’re still new,” Jaehyun assures her, although, pride is swelling through him.

He sees her skin flush, her eye lashes fluttering at him-

“Jae?” your voice draws him out of his assessment of Vivienne, and he turns in shock to find you standing there.

You look stunning, your stylist team has really outdone themselves with your looks for the past couple of days- but there’s a sour set to your lips that immediately tells him something is wrong.

“Y/N?” he asks.

“Am I… interrupting something?” your gaze shifts to Vivienne, and Jaehyun immediately understands what’s going on.

“Excuse us,” he says to Vivienne, grabbing your hand to tug you a few feet away. His voice lowers when he asks, “Are you jealous right now?”

“No,” you retort immediately. “What reason would I have to be jealous?”

You’re making a big show about the notion of jealousy being ridiculous, but Jaehyun knows he’s hit the nail on the head. 

“No reason at all,” Jaehyun assures you, and he truly means it. He knows this whole dating this is a PR move, but he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head all week. Every time he’s walked past you sitting front row at the shows- well, he’s been feeling butterflies in a way that he’s hardly been able to admit to himself. “Hey, listen-”

“No, you listen,” you cut him off. “Your show is over, we both fly different places tomorrow morning, management will set our schedules to keep up this whole fake dating thing, I just wanted to say goodbye before I go back to my hotel.” 

“Oh, right.” Jaehyun can feel his heart sink in his chest. “Uh… where are you staying?”

“I’m at the Four Seasons.”

“Do you maybe want to get drinks later or something?” he asks.

“I’m sure you have after parties to go to with your… model friends.” Your gaze shifts to Vivienne again, and that same sour twist to your lips appears.

Jaehyun wants to reassure you, but- the words just aren’t coming. Besides, what would he even say? We’re fake dating but I’ve been rethinking our entire dynamic since we kissed and now I’m not so sure I want it to be fake, because I’m actually really into you, and all of our bickering in the past has been because I’m jealous of your driven nature and I’ve seen you as competition but now I see that we can do more together than apart?

It feels like a lot of word vomit, and Jaehyun’s not about to projectile all of that at you right now. He doesn’t want to look stupid again, doesn’t want to feel like an idiot. He’s scared of rejection, in a way he’s never been scared of it before. 

Instead, dejected, he just nods. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Okay, so you go have fun, I’m going back to my hotel, and like I said, I’ll see you when I see you.”

Jaehyun watches you leave, and suddenly, the high from the fashion show has depleted. No one has ever had this kind of hold on his emotions before, and Jaehyun knows he’s going to have to do something about it, he just doesn’t know what. 

Thirteen: 

“Jeeze, Mark, I told you, I’m going to bed-” Your words cut off as you open your hotel door and find Jaehyun, not Mark, standing there.

“Uh… Hi?” Jaehyun smile sheepishly, and you look him up and down.

He’s in a form fitting suit, but it looks somewhat ragged. His shirt is unbuttoned haphazardly, his hair a little fussed, and his cheeks are flushed pink. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“Well, I went to the afterparty, like you told me to, but… I don’t know, I just felt bad about how we left things.”

You’re shocked at how candid he’s being, and you don’t see a hint of dishonestly in his body language. “Have… have you been drinking?” you question next.

“Just a little,” he admits. “Can I…” Jaehyun looks around the hallway outside. “Can I come in?”

“I should really be going to sleep soon-”

“Yeah, I heard, Mark’s been on your ass,” Jaehyun nods, swallowing, “but uh…” he leans forward, voice lowering, “What’s that pipsqueak going to do about you staying up just a little later? I mean, you can sleep on your flight tomorrow, can’t you?” 

Yeah, Jaehyun is drunk. “Did you just call Mark a pipsqueak?” you ask in shock.

“So what if I did?” He grins lazily. 

“Jae-”

“y/n.”

You sigh. “Come in, sit down, and let me grab you some water.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His smile is much too large for your liking as he enters your hotel room, going to the couch like a good boy. 

You can feel his eyes on you as you get him a bottle of water from the fridge, moving to join him. “Here.”

“Thanks.” He unscrews the cap as you sit down, taking a large gulp.

“So… what’s this about?”

He’s still drinking the water, like a child after a marathon, just drinking and drinking with small stops to gasp for air- you can’t help but laugh a little, watching with amusement.

Jaehyun finishes the entire bottle. “So-” He takes a deep breath. “I wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

“Making you jealous earlier.”

“What?” You’re in shock. “I was not jealous.” 

“You were, and it’s okay.” He places his hand on your knee and you look down at it then up at him questioningly. “I was jealous of you and Haechan back in the day, but the difference is, I wasn’t hitting on Vivienne, I was just trying to be nice to her, you know, as male model of the year and everything.”

“Jae-”

“I wasn’t hitting on her,” he says again, expression turning firm. “You’re my girlfriend and I’d never, ever do that to you.”

“I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Contractually, you are,” Jaehyun insists. “I can be a good boyfriend to you, if you let me try.”

He’s leaning in now, and you grab a pillow, haphazardly shoving it between the two of you so he can kiss that instead.

“Jae!” You hop off of the couch, heart racing.

“Shit, sorry, you’re just- God, have I ever told you that you glow?” Jaehyun looks up at you with an expression you’ve never seen on him, it’s almost like admiration.

“What are you even saying?”

“You glow. You light up the room. You just- you sparkle, even without disco balls and diamonds.”

You wrap your silky night robe tighter around your body, feeling self conscious. “I don’t glow.”

“You do,” he insists. “Even when we were younger. I think- I think part of me always worried your glow would diminish mine, if that makes sense- but, but after seeing some of the footage from the music video, I see that, now that we’re older, when we do stuff together, when we’re not competing, we can glow together.”

So he’s like… very drunk.

But… haven’t you always heard that drunk words are sober thoughts?

You look down at him, and it feels like you’re seeing him in a new light. 

“Jae?” you question.

“Yes?”

“What’s going on?”

“When we kissed that day on set, I felt something.”

“Are you… not used to feeling things?” you ask.

“Not feeling things like that,” Jaehyun corrects. “I mean, butterflies, sparks, you know, corny rom com shit.”

Your stomach flips, heart beginning to beat faster in your chest- so he’d felt the connection too.

“Look, okay, this is going to be embarrassing if you reject me, but, fuck it, I want to get this all off my chest.” Jaehyun takes a deep breath, running his fingers through his silky hair to steady himself. “I like you. I think, a part of me has always liked you, but, I also used to see you as competition. Now that we’re older, now that we’re both successful, I don’t see you that way anymore- and before you think that’s another backhanded compliment, I just mean, you’ve won Grammys. You’re- a fucking star. And I think… maybe I’ve grown to the point where I can accept other people’s successes without seeing it as a diminishment on my own.”

You’re surprised he can speak this well and use big words while clearly feeling the effects of alcohol, and even more than that, you’re surprised by the context of what he’s saying. 

Jeong Jaehyun thinks you’re a star. He recognizes your hard work and your success. He’s not just some smug asshole looking down at you, he’s actually seeing you, and maybe… maybe you’re beginning to see him. 

“I appreciate the compliment of what you’re saying,” you tell him, picking your own words carefully. 

“There’s that PR training,” Jaehyun winks. “You’re cute. Glowy, little, cute, superstar. Maybe that’s what I should call you, my little superstar, the media would eat it up.”

“That’s your PR training,” you laugh. 

“We can’t help it,” he smiles up at you.

“Can I say something without you getting upset?”

“I’ll do my best,” Jaehyun promises solemnly.

“I want to start by saying this isn’t a rejection,” you clarify, “I just wish you would have told me all of this while sober, instead of showing up at my apartment near midnight before we both fly out of town in the morning.”

“I can see that,” Jaehyun nods. “I guess, you kind of scare me.”

“I scare you?” you laugh. 

“Uh huh.” He swallows thickly. “Like heights.”

He’s so adorably dorky for a famous actor and Prada brand ambassador.

“But- on that cliff that day, when we kissed, and you reassured me, and you let me hold your hips- I don’t know, it was nice. I- thanks, thanks for doing that.”

“I can be quite nurturing if I think someone deserves it,” you tell him. “Which, speaking of, you’re still drunk, and you downed that whole bottle of water, I think I should get you another, and maybe we can move somewhere more comfortable.”

“Like.. the bedroom?” There’s a glint in his eye, and it makes you scoff.

“Get your mind out of the gutter Jae, you can stay on this couch for all I care.”

“I’ll be good,” he promises, crossing his heart haphazardly.

“Come on.” You hold your hand out for him and Jaehyun takes it, allowing you to help him to his feet. You go get another bottle of water and the two of you move to the bedroom. The mattress is substantially more comfortable than the couch, and Jaehyun releases an audible moan as he clammers down onto it.

You get situated, moing under the covers so you feel less exposed.

“I like it when you’re nice like this,” Jaehyun sighs.

“I’d be nicer if you didn’t always tease me.”

“You like it when I tease.”

“I actually hated it when you told me not to slip as I was getting onto the horse during the shoot, and it completely made me mess up and slip,” you point out, still irritated by that ordeal.

“Okay, to be fair, yes, I’m sorry, but also, your dress was silky as fuck, you were going to slip even if I didn’t say anything, and that’s not your fault, it’s Jenni’s for not giving you better clothes to actually ride a horse with.”

He has a point there.

“So…” Jaehyun switches topic, his demeanor getting more anxious, “back on the couch, you said you weren’t rejecting me… can you… can you explain what that meant.”

“It meant I’m not rejecting you.”

“And salt of the earth means salt of the earth,” Jaehyun retorts, rolling his eyes. “Can you give me a Mark style explanation on what you meant.”

“I meant…” you think about it for a second. “I like you too, I think you might be more into me than I’m into you at the moment-”

“Oh yeah?” he counters, crossing his arms over his chest and getting pouty.

“Yeah,” you laugh.

“Fine, okay, maybe,” Jaehyun concedes. “But?”

“But… I’m willing to explore something with you.”

“Yeah?” His expression brightens. “Really?”

“We’d just have to sort out details, you know- we’re on contract for three or so months, so, if we gave it a real go, and things ended before our contract, how would that even work? There are limitations to having a relationship with someone you work with.”

Jaehyun looks down at the water bottle in his hands, clearly thinking it through. “We can… take it slow? I mean, we’d have to, since we both have different schedules and will be in different countries tomorrow.”

“Slow could work,” you agree. 

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, and you almost think he’s going to lean in for a kiss again, and then he asks, “What did happen with you and Haechan? Your first single was about him, right?”

You release a laugh, if this is really a can of worms he wants to open, then you suppose you can let him open it.

You begin to explain to him your history with Haechan, and Jaehyun listens intently. Somehow, he gets the ball rolling on your recent relationship with Lee Jeno, and before you know it, two hours have passed with the two of you just discussing past relationships.

Jaehyun tells you about his own ex’s, about his lack of accountability and emotional maturity. He gives voice to all the trouble spots you’ve identified about him in the past, and clarity on his hopes for being better in the future.

He also noticeably sobers up, which makes you feel a lot better about having this sort of intimate conversation with him.

Soon, you’re both just laying in bed facing each other, talking about everything and anything. “Do you remember that time the catering company on set changed?” Jaehyun asks.

“Oh my god, yeah, when the higher ups wanted more vegan and vegetarian options, and it was just like, raw fruit and veggies with store bought hummus?”

“Jaemin wasn’t used to eating anything that wasn’t carbs or meat and in the middle of a take he had to run to the bathroom?” Jaehyun adds.

“Shat his pants and everything, pissed wardrobe off in a way I’ve never seen,” you giggle. “What ever happened to him?”

“I don’t keep up with many of our old castmates,” Jaehyun admits. “But I think he’s some radio show host or something now, has a segment about embarrassing first dates and stuff.”

“He always loved messy gossip,” you sigh, happy to be reminiscing in this way.

There are only a handful of people who can understand what it was like to be on a kids show in your early teens, only a few others in the world you could possibly have this conversation with.

Despite your differences, you and Jaehyun come from the same place, and it makes it easy to talk to him.

Jaehyun’s staring at you, and he pushes a strand of hair out of your face. “Should I let you sleep?” he asks. “It’s two AM.”

You’re hardly tired at this point, and now that Jae’s sober… and in your bed… your own mind has found its way into the gutter, and you’re not quite sure what to do about that.

“Can I be honest with you?” you ask.

“Always.”

“I haven’t gotten laid in a long time,” you sigh. “And… we’re flying to different places tomorrow, so maybe it’s not the best idea I’ve ever had-”

“It is,” Jaehyun interrupts you. “The best idea you’ve ever had.” You shoot him a look and Jaehyun laughs, back tracking. “I mean, your lyrics and albums are great ideas too- but I just mean… If you’re horny, then you’re horny, and I’m, well, here.” 

“I just don’t want you to feel taken advantage of.”

“Even if you’d tried to fuck me when I first walked in here, all drunk and being stupid, it still wouldn’t have been taking advantage of me.”

“I think fucking someone while they’re drunk is one of the most obvious scenarios of taking advantage of someone,” you counter.

“Okay, true, but- you know what I’m saying.” Jaehyun flashes you a knowing look. “If you want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you.”

“That’s so romantic,” you roll your eyes. 

Jaehyun laughs, and then he sits up, looking down at you. “If you want romance, we can go shower together or something. I could… romantically wash your body, and tell you how perfect you are-”

“It’s two am, fuck that. Just kiss me.”

Jaehyun grins, then he leans over you, staring into your eyes. He’s moving slower than you thought he would, and part of you wishes he’d just ravage you like some primal animal- but no, he’s acting like he did in your music video. You can practically see adoration in his eyes, and his hand comes up to cup your cheek in a way that’s almost loving. 

“I meant it when I said that you glow,” Jaehyun says softly.

“I know you did,” you breathe, grabbing the back of his neck to draw his lips to yours.

It’s odd how familiar the two of you already are. The kiss isn’t awkward at all, but then again, your first kiss hadn’t been either.

Neither of you are trying to dominate it, you’re moving slowly, reading each other’s body language and cues. 

When his tongue gently licks your lip, you open your mouth for him, drawing him closer as the kiss deepens. 

Jaehyun shifts in your embrace, and then he’s moving to be between your legs, which spread for him. He’s on top of you now, elbows digging into the pillows while you make out like teenagers in love for the first time.

He just feels so good. 

For a long time, you’ve felt like an anxious person. You have a lot of weight on your shoulders, but when you’re kissing Jaehyun, that pressure feels lifted. Your mind goes blank as the two of you make out, your body at the forefront instead of your thoughts. 

Jaehyun slowly begins to grind down against you, and the gentle pressure on your clit has you groaning against his lips.

You feel him smirk, and then he begins to kiss down your throat, taking his time to suck gently on your skin.

One of his hands slides up your thigh, teasing the waistband of your sleeping shorts before moving back down again. He’s so warm, and you hips push up for more stimulus.

“Jae-” you whimper, threading your fingers in his hair.

“Slow, or fast?” he asks, pulling away from your throat to look down at you.

“A bit of both.”

He cocks his head to the side.

“Fast to get my clothes off, slow to explore, then make me cum,” you clarify.

Jaehyun laughs. “Whatever you want, superstar.”

Your skin tingles at the nickname, and your pussy throbs as Jaehyun begins to remove his clothes. Each button feels like an eternity to get undone, but when he slips the fabric off, you find yourself practically drooling.

He has such a perfect body, not too lean, not too muscled, just perfect. 

Then, Jaehyun begins to take off your robe and you sit up to help him. Soon, your shirt is being tugged over your head, and your nipples immediately pebble at the cool air of your hotel room.

You lay back down, staring up at him while Jaehyun takes in your body.

“Glowing,” he whispers, cupping your breast and rubbing his thumb across your nipple. 

You whimper at the sensation, and his eyes move up to your face. He’s grinning at you. “Sensitive?” he asks, gently pinching the bud.

You groan, shifting against the bed. “Yeah.”

“I’ll take care of you,” Jaehyun promises, leaning down to kiss you again.

He begins to descend to your throat again, but this time, he goes even farther down, making it to your chest. The first flick of his tongue against your nipple has you whining, and you thread your fingers through his hair again, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation.

He continues to suck on your breasts, paying attention to both nipples. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, and you’re torn between loving the feeling of this and wanting something more.

It’s as if he reads you, because he pulls away from your chest, hooking his fingers in your shorts. You both adjust to allow him to get you fully naked, and then he lays down between your legs. He presses kisses along the sensitive flesh of your thighs, looking up at you.

There’d been a time in your life when you hadn’t loved eye contact during pussy eating, but there’s something so erotic about the way Jaehyun’s watching you as he brings his mouth to your core.

He kisses your clit gently, and you watch as his eyes close, his tongue swiping up your folds to taste the wet that has accumulated there.

He groans, delving deeper with his tongue, his large hands grabbing your thighs as an anchor as he begins to devour you. 

Has anyone ever eaten you out like this? Jeno wasn’t much of a giver unfortunately, and it feels like forever since you’ve had someone doing to you what Jaehyun is currently doing.

Your entire body feels alive, with each flick and suck- You’re clutching at the blankets now, moaning desperately as he works you up faster than any man before him ever has.

You guess you hadn’t put a time limit on making you cum. You’d told him fast to undress, which he did, slow to explore, which he also did- and now, it seems he’s intent on making you cum on his tongue, which is something you have no issues with.

“Jae-” you whimper, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair.

He looks up at you and you begin to move your hips, riding his face. He stays still, letting you use him, and you can tell from the groan he releases that he kind of likes you taking control in this way.

“I’m close,” you tell him. “Please make me cum.”

Jaehyun’s fingers dig into your thighs, and then he’s back at it. He takes lead again, sucking your clit into his mouth while you cry out and grab the sheets with your free hand.

Your eyes close, your back arching a little as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

It’s a steady build of pleasure, and then, you’re tipping over. You release a strangled gasp as ecstasy courses through you like electric shocks from the tip of your head down to your toes and fingers.

You can feel your pussy contracting with pleasure, a steady rhythm that prolongs the sensation. Jaehyun continues to suck on your clit, helping you through everything until you’re a gasping mess.

He relents, and you can hear him sit up. Your eyes are still closed, one hand now haphazardly thrown across your eyes as you try to catch your breath.

The sound of Jaehyun’s pants hitting the floor draws your attention, and you look up to find Jaehyun standing there in all his glory.

“Still want to do this?” he asks.

“Get over here,” you command, opening your arms for him.

Jaehyun flashes you a grin, then he rejoins you on the bed.

Your lips are meeting a moment later. It’s not a gentle slow exploration anymore, but a hungry, lust fuelled haze. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it turns you even more. You wrap your legs around his hips, tugging him closer.

His cock rubs between your pussy lips and you whimper, reaching between yourselves to line him up- Jaehyun takes your hand, moving it aside. Then, two fingers enter your soaked core and you groan against his lips.

“Gotta prep you,” Jaehyun muses. “You said you haven’t been fucked in a while.” 

“Don’t tease though,” you warn gently, looking up at him.

“Never.” He kisses you again, drowning out the anxious thoughts as he finger fucks you, spreading his fingers and working you open in preparation for his cock.

Jaehyun begins to curl his digits, hitting the sensitive spot inside of you that has you groaning. You break the kiss to burrow your face against his throat, panting as he draws more and more pleasure out of your already exhausted body.

You feel something drip on your upper thigh, and you look down to see the precum leaking out of Jaehyun’s tip. “Sorry,” he groans, “I’m just, super turned on right now.”

“Then fuck me,” you insist, biting at his earlobe. “I’m prepped now.”

“You sure?”

“We’re both dripping, Jae, just fuck me.”

“You got it, superstar.” Jaehyun grins as he kisses you. He finger fucks you a little more and then he pulls his digits out of your wet core. You watch him sit up, licking his fingers clean, then he grabs the base of his cock.

He presses the tip into you, looking up to watch your reaction. When you release a moan, Jaehyun grins. He steadies over you again, his biceps bulging as his lips meet your own. He pushes deeper inside of you, taking it slow until his hips are flush against yours.

You both groan at the feeling.

“See?” you gasp. “Told you I could take you.”

“Taking me so well,” Jaehyun agrees, his breath hot against your throat as he begins to pepper your skin with kisses.

Jaehyun’s hips start to move, and he fucks you gently at first, allowing your inner walls to get used to the size of him. His kisses distract you as he opens you up, his pace increasing.

You release a loud moan when the tip of his cock hits a deep spot inside of you, and you can feel Jaehyun grin against your throat. “Right there?” he asks, doing the motion again. “Is that the place?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, nodding. “Right there.”

Jaehyun brings his lips to your own, and he kisses you deeply as he continues to abuse that special spot. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, keeping him close as he fucks you. God, you’re so lost in him, in the best possible way.

You never miss out on beauty sleep, but Jaehyun is more than worth it.

“Superstar?”

“Yeah?” you ask, half delirious.

“Would it be bad if I asked you to ride me?” 

“Huh?”

“I just- I could still fuck up into you, but I don’t know, I kind of want to see you on top.”

“Really?” you look up at him in shock. “You strike me as a man who likes to have control.”

“Says the woman who likes to have control,” he counters with a grin. “Or… do you just want to be my pillow princess?”

You consider it for a moment. “You know what, yeah, let me get on top, I want to watch you when you cum.”

Jaehyun physically shivers from your words, and you watch his pupils dilate with interest. “Fuck,” he groans. “Yeah, get on top.”

It’s a quick adjustment, with Jaehyun dragging you onto his lap. You sit down on his cock and both of you groan at the feeling. He’s completely inside of you like this, and you press your hands to his chest, steadying yourself for a moment.

Then, you begin to bounce.

Jaehyun throws his head back against the pillows, moaning deeply.

Fuck, he’s so hot like this.

There’s something so erotic about being on top, on knowing that you’re going to be riding him when he cums.

Your whole relationship has been about competing for power, and now, in the midst of one of the most vulnerable exchanges of power, Jaehyun had stopped from his position on top to give you the opportunity to be in control.

You like that. You like it a lot. 

It shows he hadn’t been lying when he’d talked about the two of you glowing together, and it gives you a newfound kind of hope for whatever relationship is budding between the two of you.

You ride him harder at the thought, and his hands find your hips, helping you bounce.

“Fuck, fuck-” Jaehyun groans, his fingers digging into your skin. “Feels so good.”

In all honesty, the first position had felt better for you, when he was doing all the work, but you’d never admit that to him, especially not while deep in the throes of passion like this. He’d already made you cum, and now, you want to return the favour.

You ignore the burning in your thighs, fucking Jaehyun in a way you’ve never fucked a man before. You can feel the power of it bubbling inside of you, and you focus on his expression, on the pleasure that’s written all over him.

“Jae,” you groan, “want you to cum for me.”

“Don’t-” he swallows thickly. “Don’t you want me to hold out a little longer?”

“It’s our first time, we have flights tomorrow,” you retort. “Just let go, I wanna feel it.”

“You and your scheduling,” Jaehyun laughs, but it quickly turns into a groan, his eyes closing again. “Fuck, okay, but you have to let me make it up to you sometime.”

“Next time we see each other we can spend hours fucking,” you tell him.

“Promise?”

“I promise, now be good and cum for me, yeah?”

Jaehyun shivers again, and there’s a slight look of confusion on his face. You get the sense that he’s not used to being talked down to like this- but it’s clear it turns him on in a new, foreign sort of way.

“Okay, yeah.” Jaehyun anchors himself against the bed, and then he begins fucking up into you, his muscles rippling under his perfect skin. “Shit, fuck-”

You watch the pleasure build in him, until he reaches his peak. The tension clearly snaps, and he lets out a deep groan that goes straight to your core.

You continue to ride him, intent on helping him through it-

Jaehyun grabs you and pulls you down to his chest, holding you still as he shoots his load deep in your pussy. He’s groaning in your ear, hips twitching-

God, you love the way you’re pinned like this, the way he’s cumming so hard he needed you to just stop. 

You allow him to finish, and his grip slowly lets up on you. He’s no longer using his strength to keep you still, he’s just holding you, the two of you panting desperately.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“That day, behind my trailer, the first time I held you,” Jaehyun clears his throat, “could you feel my heart racing the way it is now?”

“I was more focused on my own heart,” you admit.

“Yeah?”

“It was going pretty fast.”

Jaehyun releases a laugh, holding you tighter. “Guess we were both in for it, huh?”

“Guess so.” 

Jaehyun holds you a little while longer, and then he sighs. “I should let you get your beauty sleep.”

“Yeah, but you can stay over if you want.”

“Really?”

“Could you imagine how much people would react if the paparazzi got a picture of you leaving my hotel tomorrow morning?”

Another chuckle escapes him. “You and your PR training.”

“You love it,” you insist.

Jaehyun releases a sigh, burying his face closer to your throat. “I do love it.” 

You’re from the same world, the same industry, and no one has ever understood you or your job the way Jaehyun does.

Wrapped in his arms, the two of you set to fly to different countries in just a couple of hours, something about him just feels so right.

You’ve spent your whole life trying to be someone else for other people, for your management team, for your fans- but with Jaehyun, maybe you can just be exactly who you are, professional obligations and all.

He’d said it himself, he’d seen your glow from the moment you met, even as awkward kids on a tv show trying to make names for yourself. He’d seen your sparkle before you’d even seen it in yourself, and now, maybe he’s right. Maybe you can learn to glow together.

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“Wow,” you breathe, staring out at the crowd as you clutch the Grammy in your hand. “I can honestly say, I never expected this award. To win Best Music Video, I just- I’m in shock. I want to thank my parents, my label, my team of wonderful people, production, styling, Hwasa, who directed the video, and Mark, my manager. I want to thank my fans especially, I wouldn’t be anywhere without you. And, I also want to thank my amazing scene partner, Jaehyun. I know a lot of people were confused about Jae being the Model Cowboy, but he showed up to set, and something just clicked. We made magic with this one, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Thanks again, wow, thanks.” 

You’re practically shaking as you make your way off the stage to go rejoin your group of people in the audience. Hwasa and Mark both give you a hug, and Johnny pats you on the back. When you reach Jaehyun, he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight as he presses kisses along your face.

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smut tags― mark isn’t submissive– just a loser, loads of masturbation, also loads of loads lmfao, mark’s dick is 8 inches in this one, public humiliation, dirty talk, teasing, pussy eating / face sitting, mentions of free use, unprotected sex, wayyyy way too much cum, raw grinding, attempts at deep throat, accidental face fucking, finger fucking, suffocation, riding, squirting, implications to the fact that orgasms are not the end of the fic bc they just keep going, some say they’re still fucking to this day. 

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“Feels so good! Harder! Fuck m-” 

Mark slams his laptop shut in an exasperated sigh. Frustrated, annoyed, fucking horny. 

Always horny. To the point that nothing excites him anymore. Not his hard-on being palmed at by his own hand, not the make-shift pocket pussy he’s made out of household objects, not the porn on page one or on page seventy-three. 

Honestly, even as hard as he is now, it’s arguable that he could just start punching his cock and he’d still remain in this state until something changes. And you know what sucks more than not being able to get off? Being hard so constantly that it’s just a state of living at this point. 

It’s sad. He could be washing caked ketchup off of a plate and his cock would still lend a little jump. A reminder that his hand is no longer enough. A fucking threat that if he doesn’t sink into a pretty hole soon, he might as well just kill himself. 

The idea doesn’t seem too bad anymore, as he lays flat on his back with his cock in hand on his messy sheets. He stares up at the ceiling with another long-winded groan, wondering why he has to have such an insatiable libido and probably twice as much stamina. If he could just get off he’d have at least a little bit of time in his day to feel normal before it takes hold of his brain again. 

It’s the fact that he’s grown entirely numb to his own hand and feels like he’s going crazy because he hasn’t been able to hook-up with anyone in nearly a year. Porn is boring, he swears he’s seen just about all of the good, bad, and bizarre. Post nut clarity barely exists because there is no clarity by the time he finally gets that hard-to-reach nut. Bad luck, maybe. Awful fucking miserable luck? That’s more fitting. 

For the sake of the girls in this city, perhaps it’s good that he can’t manage to land a hook-up. Surely they’d be unable to walk by the time he gets his fill, that is if he manages to get a fill at all. And it’s gotten to the point that Mark has almost entirely given up on finding a girl at all. One that’s willing to put up with his near-constant need to get his dick wet, anyway. 

Almost given up.

A thought crosses his mind as he lazily palms himself with a bored sigh, knowing he’ll end up locked up in an asylum somewhere if this doesn’t stop. The voice of Johnny in his head doing little to make his cock soften, which is…not something Mark is proud to admit.

“Dude, you gotta put a stop to this shit. This is your third laptop this year!” Johnny had said to him. “It’s only June!”

Maybe Johnny was right, and maybe Mark should have downloaded the new app that was mentioned shortly after the scolding rather than immediately going to another, even more, shady porn site. “Heard this one was really good.” Johnny had advertised. “Even got Jisung laid.” 

Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try another app despite the immense amount of failure Mark has already faced regarding previous attempts with other platforms. After all, if it got Jisung laid, surely it could get him laid too. 

Maybe this one really is better.

And at the end of the day, Mark does download the app. After all, creating a profile is easy, finding a girl though? 

We’ll see.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Ah. Okay. Nice.

Mark stays glued to his phone all night. He really had no hope that this app would offer him anything more than what the others did. But, oh. 

The app allows specific features, most of which are not aimed towards users looking for a relationship. Dick and body sizes are out in the open, there’s sections you can fill out regarding what you’re looking for in a sexual partner, how often you’re willing to see said partner, and if you’re looking for a regular fuck or a one time fuck. 

Safe to say, Mark’s profile went a little something like this: 

you can call me mark, im 24. just looking for a girl either for regular visits or a one night stand that’s willing to deal with a guy who literally suffers from chronic-boner syndrome.

LOOKING FOR: Female PREFERENCE: One Time Only, Occasional Meetups, On-call, Regular meetups, Permanent Friends-With-Benefits, Secret Meet, Virtual Meet, Audio Meet, Rebound C…[Click to see more] PARTNER REQUIREMENTS: N/A SIZE REFERENCE: 8 ½” hard, 4” soft, 5.6” circumference SEXUAL INTERESTS: Vanilla, Free Use, BDSM, Begging, Breeding, Dom/Sub, Dominatrix, CBT, Role Play, Public Humiliation, Edging, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Virtual Sex, Group Sex, Humiliation, Cock Play, Cum Dump, Religion, Raw, Multiple Orgasms, Androgyny, Genital Piercings, Older Women, Body Art, Wax, Anal, Financial Domina...[Click to see more]

NOT INTERESTED IN: Cuckolding, Voyeurism OTHER: im not very experienced in most of these, i just watch a lot of porn

Embarrassing? Yeah, probably. 

Looks like a lot of women are into that though if his inbox is anything to go by, anyway. With him checking the app every few minutes to find ten new messages? Yeah, they’re feeling him. 

He can only imagine what the fuck Jisung had on his profile to actually land a hook-up. Couldn’t have been any worse than his own, after all, Mark is desperate and so was Jisung at one point. 

Apparently girls like desperate guys. 

Message after message, degrading comments and praise, all from either women clad in leather or sweet looking church girls who must have the app hidden deep within their phones. There’s barely anyone in between those two categories, actually. 

“Hi baby boy, you looking for a sugar mama?” 

“ur dick really that big? lol, what do you even mean by ‘chronic boner syndrome’?” 

“you’re so desperate to get laid, might as well just doxx yourself at this point…please.”

Arguably, these women are very forward and he has a great time sifting through the ones he’s interested in. Scrolling through all of these messages….does not help his case regarding his insatiable need to fuck something either so, naturally, he’s also 100% jerking off the entire time he’s doing this.

Still, never quite able to reach the orgasm he needs by this point.

Up until there’s a message that catches his attention. No degrading, no insults, no borderline-too-kinky insinuations. Which, given, Mark probably shouldn’t have selected the majority of the kinks just to pull more girls, but he did. 

And upon reading the message, he almost doesn’t know if this girl is real. 

“High libido, no girls around to help you out, I take it? Rough.”

One look at her profile spikes even more interest. Her sexual interests include a list of things he wishes he didn’t fit. But he does, though he’d never admit it. Inexperienced men, losers, virgins, micro-penis, big penis, praise (receiving), body worship–

Oh.

Fuck yeah.

He responds quickly, already feeling the orgasm within him bubble up as he tries to pretend he doesn’t go on a war path of responding to everyone after you, but still. Your message box with him remains in his mind as he awaits the response to his message of “you looking to help me out?” 

Every ping on his phone afterwards makes his cock twitch more, makes it dribble out little beads of pre-cum with each pass of his palm, only for him to sigh out of frustration that it’s just another person that wants to devour him whole. Which, he’ll take what he can get if his first choice never responds but still. He wants to get off to you.

He finds himself on your profile more often than anyone else’s too, looking at the same three photos you’ve posted, noting how you don’t seem super active on the app, but active enough to find him by some beautiful grace of God. 

You’re kind of perfect, honestly. Fairly mundane compared to most of the women in his inbox, but cool nonetheless. He can tell you have an eye for fashion but it seems to be more geared towards your real life self rather than the secret fetish/kink app you’ve got downloaded.

And that’s the thing. Most of these women, beautiful or not, are dressed in their best sexual attire just to message a possible fuck, while during their daily lives they probably wear conservative dresses and pant suits. Which….arguably that’s kind of hot. Then again, what isn’t hot to him these days?

You though. You have normal pictures posted just like he does. Your tits aren’t out, your legs aren’t open, you don’t have a pile of sex toys behind or beside you and yet still your pictures turn him on more than those who do. Insane how his cock twitches at just these three photos, fucking insane how he grows a near instant obsessed thinking about how you…uh, deal with the losers you seem to be looking for.  

Then again, maybe it’s the mystery of what’s under your clothes, or what’s in your stash of sex toys. Oh, whatever you’re hiding has got be so fucking hot. Naturally, he groans at the amount of sexuality you barely give. Thinking far, far too hard about it all, given the circumstances. 

Don’t get him wrong, he can get down with the hoes. In fact, he very much wants to get down with a hoe. But man, the way you stand out because you’re somehow….boring compared to everyone else?

Please.

Fucking pretty please, let him in between those thighs. 

And just as he scrolls again through your photos, that long-awaited orgasm hits him like a brick.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

A mere two days later you find yourself in the inbox with the self-proclaimed boner-god. He’s since proven his size with photos involving different objects beside said penis, and even a video or two of his frantic hands jerking off to you. 

Ah, he’s kind of perfect if you think about it. At first you thought that it was just roleplay for him or something. Where he plays a guy who can’t get enough, though he clearly probably does. It wasn’t until you were woken up at four in the morning with him spamming your inbox that you suddenly realized this dude is actually as desperate as he seems. 

Normally, being spammed awake by your phone pinging consistently would bother you. But goddamn was he needing it. Just three hours before now it was mostly casual conversation with him, albeit about hooking-up, but still. The two of you agreed to determine on the following day if you were compatible enough for a meet up. He said goodnight to you, and you said it back. 

Then you woke up to three dick pics, one voice note with a borderline pathetic apology (only because you could still hear him going at it), and then like fourteen messages of him trying to wake you up intentionally. 

MARK_99 sent you a message: You awake?

Dick pic #1. 

MARK_99 sent you a message: You’re so pretty, sorry lol

Dick pic #2 

MARK_99 sent you a message:  Wake uppppppppppp! 

MARK_99 sent you a message:  Please? :(

Dick pic #3, precum smeared across his fingers as he grips it. 

MARK_99 sent you a message:  Do you already have me silenced?

MARK_99 sent you a message: I’d let you silence me hahaha….

MARK_99 sent you a voice memo: “Sorry about all this, I really meant it when I said I have a problem. You should probably just block me because I’m going to end up begging to see you otherwise”

Oh, he sounds like a fucking loser, love that.. 

MARK_99 sent you a message: your profile says you like inexperience…..well i’ve only slept with like 3 girls, is that inexperienced enough?

MARK_99 sent you a message: do you like to tease guys like that? like edge them and stuff? 

MARK_99 sent you a message: oh damn, that’d be so hot 

MARK_99 sent you a message: do you like it when guys beg btw? 

Etcetera. 

And, well, apparently he just has a lot to say. It’s cute how embarrassed he must feel basically getting himself off with a one-sided sext session with you as you were sleeping. At least, you hope he’s embarrassed. 

You let his messages simmer for a while, waiting to see if he sends anything else. And when he doesn’t, you respond. 

YOURUSERNAME: that was cute. 

It’s the way he’s instantly trying to respond that really gets you going. You chuckle first, knowing already that you’d probably help him out based on this situation alone. 

YOURUSERNAME: trying to wake me up because you can’t stop touching yourself? :( poor baby. 

MARK_99: oh god please don’t say that

MARK_99: im gonna end up awake all night trying to get it to go down again

YOURUSERNAME: that’s good to hear. so you can go for a long time then? 

Yes, you’re teasing him. 

MARK_99: if you’d let me

YOURUSERNAME: you already got off tonight tho, didn’t you?

MARK_99: i don’t think you understand just how bad it is. i’m already getting my dick out again

You lend yourself a sly chuckle after a deep yawn, knowing for a fact that you’re about to make him prove to you that he’s either still hard or really did get off only to get hard again by a mere few messages from you. 

YOURUSERNAME: show me?

And he does. Similar to the other three photos, only this time he sends a short video with his shorts pushed down his thighs and his cock raging hard and pathetic against his stomach. Again, he’s big, that much is true, but the fact that such a dick is always ready to fuck? To the point he’s desperate? To the point he’s embarrassing about it?

YOURUSERNAME: how bad do you wanna bury that in me?

Oh, shit. Mark could fucking die right now. You seem so willing, which is truly what he needs at this point in his sexual sickness.  

MARK_99: i’ll come over right now. 

MARK_99: let me come over and show you

YOURUSERNAME: let’s wait a bit for that, gotta meet officially before I let you fuck me

And you do intend to make him wait, knowing for a fact that you’re not meeting this guy tonight. There’s too much danger in that. Given how desperate he actually is, you can argue that if you changed your mind upon meeting, he very well may not care. Which, that’s something you need to worry about with any person you meet on such an app, but still.

Public meeting first. 

Always.

MARK_99: right, right, that makes sense. 

MARK_99: so can i see your pussy then

You stifle a laugh as if the man can hear you, he’d probably like that though. But yeah, no. As much as you know he’d enjoy that, it’s best to let him experience it for the first time in real life if all of this goes well. So, you settle with tits. 

Meaning, he has to settle with them too. 

And the photo is all but enough for Mark. The ping of his phone was far too exciting with the flash of the image sinking into his eyes. Sure, he wanted to see your hole open for him, he wanted to see your pretty hands spreading your lips for the picture, he wanted to see what he might get to fuck into someday– but…

This is good enough for him, honestly. Seeing your tits alone is hot enough, but it’s the fact that you only barely let him see. The plush skin of your lower breasts are peeking from under the shirt you're wearing, one nipple barely out, the other completely hidden. 

He moans out at it, holding his cock tight and painfully as he glares into the screen of his phone. God, he can almost taste it. 

MARK_99: thats so hot…but….

MARK_99: pussy….

MARK_99: please show me your pussy

Another chuckle at how desperate he really is. You lower your phone just a bit, not at all intending to show him all of it but you do lend a panty shot with your legs spread. He’ll live with it, he doesn’t have a choice. 

And he does live with it because he cums almost instantly upon seeing just your thighs open. He wouldn’t have been able to hit climax so quickly had you already had this photo posted for all to see. It’s the fact that you sent it to him in the dms. It’s the fact that you presumably just took it for him. It’s the fact that he can almost see the outline of your folds, and the lines of your pussy that deserves to fucked open. 

When he doesn’t respond immediately, you know it was enough for him. Already you’re preparing to roll back over and get some more sleep, but your phone dings again. 

MARK_99: tht was hot lol….um

MARK_99: can u come to the mall tomorrow? i work at [redacted store name], u can come see that im actually very normal if u want

You stop for a second through another yawn, thinking long and hard about it. You shrug to yourself because tomorrow is a saturday and there’s plenty of public spaces to meet him in. And despite how fun it could be to tease him for weeks on end before officially meeting him, you, yourself, have been in a dry-spell lately. 

And he fits your interests perfectly. In other words, yeah, you could fuck.

YOURUSERNAME: you sure you’re not gonna take me in the back and fuck me on the spot? 

MARK_99: ….would u want me to? 

YOURUSERNAME: no, i wanna bring you home if i think you could make me feel good

MARK_99: hahah damn

MARK_99: so you’ll come see me?

YOURUSERNAME: yeah, i’ll come see you

MARK_99: ok cool :)

And then it’s silent for a long while. In fact, you’re nearly asleep again when your phone pings one last time. All you need to see is the notification to know that meeting Mark is gonna be fun. 

MARK_99 sent you a message: for the record…i definitely will fuck you good

Sounds promising. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You knew he was cute but holy shit, he’s like, cute cute.

Fucking handsome and charmingly cute. 

Perhaps even, hot. 

You stand from around a shelf to check him out. That same voice you’ve heard previously rings loud and clear in your head, and his hair is definitely a stylistic mess, the type of hair you can imagine grabbing and tugging to guide a tongue between your legs. His eyes are pretty and piercing yet equally as filled with some sort of wonder. His hands, his body.

 Oh wow. 

On any other day, you’d think he’s just some poser emo-guy working a shitty retail job so he can buy his first guitar and play it totally out of tune. But on this day, you’re aware that this is a man with a need that you very much wouldn’t mind satisfying. 

 Seeing him go about his work tasks behind the counter is another thing. Checking customers out both through the register and with his eyes when they walk away. You know he isn’t aware that you’ve actually shown up, and it feels nice to watch him in his element before he attempts to play himself up as a totally normal, cool dude. Especially now that you can see him secretly be a pervert on the clock. 

Customer after customer, he smiles at them when he hands them their items, he offers small talk and little chuckles that ring in your ears, and every single time one of the pretty ones walks away, his head turns to watch them leave for a few seconds too long.

Anyone can tell he needs it if they watch him for long enough. 

You’re not sure why this guy is getting to you the way he is, but there’s just something about the way that he carries himself in public that turns you on. You already know for a fact that he’s a horny motherfucker. You know that behind those charming smiles and laughs, he’s got a neglected cock needing to be used. 

No one else in this store is aware of it. You’re the only person here who knows he was spamming a stranger last night with dick pics and begging to see her pussy. 

It’s hot. 

And when you approach, Mark nearly doesn’t even know it’s you at first. 

“Hi, did you find everything you–” Mark stops mid sentence. “Oh, fuck. You’re here.”  He adds, trying to primp his hair into a spot that may look a little better than it did already.

You watch as he studies you for the first time, nervously darting his tongue out and against his bottom lip just for a split second before shifting his eyes behind you, and then turning to look around to see if anyone is within ear shot. 

No one is paying attention to either of you, and no one is going to hear what you’re about to say to him. Good.

“Do you wanna see my pussy?” 

It’s a joke, mostly. Kinda. 

You chuckle at his stunned reaction. His hands move to the counter as he clutches it and continuously looks around to make sure no one just heard those lewd ass words from a girl so goddamn hot. Like, oh god, it’s you. You really showed up to see him and already he’s not acting normal. 

No, no. You’re the one acting out of pocket, not him.

“I’m–” He tries to start, but his voice cracks in a very, very, embarrassing way. You hear him clear his throat before continuing. “I’m supposed to be showing you that I’m normal.” 

You tilt your head at him playfully, leaning against the counter and pushing your tits together with your arms. You wore this shirt here for a reason, and boy are you glad you did. You watch his eyes go straight to your chest and stay there. 

“Public Humiliation.” You echo one of his sexual interests to him from his app profile. “Dirty talk.”

Mark swallows around his words in stunned silence, feeling his cock wake up immediately. Fuck, this is the only place he finds peace of mind from…that. Yet here you are, with that soft and pretty voice reminding him of everything he wants but hasn’t been able to have. Standing there like you know he can’t bend you over right now and make you stop talking.

“Eight and a half inches hard.” You continue, leaning in even closer and moving your hand to the collar of your shirt. Tugging down just a little bit. “Five point six inch circumference.” 

Mark squeezes his eyes shut as he leans back with a sigh, pressing his hips against the counter for some sort of relief. To think the “boring” girl on the app wouldn’t be like this? God, he knew there had to be a catch considering you were on that app to find him in the first place. 

“Please–” He groans as his ears redden, lazily opening his eyes to look at your tits again. “Please don’t do this to me.” 

“I can imagine you’d fit it in me just right, wouldn’t you Mark?” You continue briefly, noting the bulge he blatantly presses against the counter. “Can you say ‘please’ again? It’s kinda hot.” 

“Please–” Mark blatantly groans now, his voice sounding hoarse and low. As much as he wants you to keep going, he’s at fucking work. He can’t be doing this. 

“Okay!” You gleefully agree as you switch up like you didn’t just fuck him up, lending him a bright and innocent smile as you lean back and away from him. “So you don’t want to see my pussy then?”

His relieved face falls right back into that of pained frustration as he narrows his eyes at you. 

“Right now?” He asks curiously, nodding his head without realizing it. Sure, he’s at work but like….your pussy is also at his work place right now.

“Yeah! Can you show me to the fitting room, actually?” You ask, louder this time in case anyone has moved around within ear-shot by now. Can’t make him lose his job, or whatever.

Mark swallows thickly with a nod, his eyes still narrowed at you but his mind racing a mile a minute at the fact that you’re really here right now, and this is what you’re doing to him? Enjoying his pain? Enjoying his suffering? Making it worse? 

Five minutes ago he was perfectly fine. You’re using his need against him and god, he loves it. Yeah, maybe he will take you to the back and try to fuck you at this point. Even if you said that you wouldn’t let him…what the fuck is this then? 

Really, he expected you to show up with an awkward hello and irritating small talk. He wanted to show you that he’s not always thinking about sex. Except he is, and it seems you want him to. You want him to think about fucking you. 

You really just walked into this establishment and asked him if he wants to see your pussy.

Of course he wants to see it. You already fucking know that. He wants to fuck it too, like, right now. 

And as he walks you to the fitting room, he has to try his damndest to adjust his growing cock. He nods to each customer as he walks by them, hands repeatedly going back to his lap to hide what he’s packing.

“Here it is.” Mark says in an unfocused voice, nearly staring a hole through you. “Now show me.” 

You dip your head in a smile, heading for the room and opening the curtain. Cheap ass store, really, most places have actual doors, but whatever. 

It’s easy to step inside and leave the curtain skewed a bit, knowing that Mark is hovering around the room, knowing that it’s probably protocol that an employee assist this space when it’s in use to prevent stealing and to prevent others from walking in on naked customers. 

You like the way you see him take peeks, trying to be discreet. You like the way he keeps his hands in front of his lap, hiding that you’ve definitely made him a mess of him already. You love the way he whispers a curse to himself when you sit against the bench in this small room and spread your legs wide open. 

You bet he loves the skirt you’re wearing for him today too. Though this wasn’t exactly planned or anything, you didn’t expect to be this turned on upon seeing him act as desperate as he sounds. You wore this shirt so he can look, and the skirt too…but looking this much wasn’t in your mind originally. 

He’s hot though. The way he needs it is hot. 

“Hurry up.” He groans, trying to make it seem like he’s frustrated but you know it’s just because he’s anxiously horny. 

And, well, you’re not actually gonna show him your pussy, but at this point you feel bad because he seems really stiff right now, almost robotic in the way he likely feels uncomfortably aroused in his least favorite place.  

“Mark,” You whisper-chuckle. “If you wanna see it, you’re gonna have to come in here and take my panties off of me.”

You hear him sigh, and see his eyes flick back to you through the small open space in the curtain. 

“You’re insane. I can’t come in there, I’ll lose my job.” He argues with a hushed tone, eyes fixated on the very panties he wishes he could remove. 

Even against his protests though, he reaches an arm in as he looks away. As if on extreme watch of other customers and employees roaming around. Probably pretending to grab a garment that doesn’t work for you, probably just doing normal, good-employee things. 

And, well, it’s pathetic really, the way he hopes for more. The way you offer more knowing he can’t get exactly what he wants. You actually feel a bit bad for doing this, especially because it wasn’t entirely in the plan. 

You really were just coming to meet him. It’s not your fault that watching him work turned you on solely because you know what he needs. So, you stand and walk towards the curtain, grabbing his arm and holding it in place. 

“Well–” You start, pressing yourself against the backside of his fingers, feeling him move his hand slightly against your clit. “Touch it then.”

He goes entirely silent but you feel the way he fumbles his hand, immediately grabbing your panties and moving them to the side just to really feel. And you let him, finding it somehow cuter in the way he doesn’t even ask. He does it like he needs to, like it’s instinctual to touch it. He feels for a second or two, probably closer to about five seconds before you step back. Really, it’s enough for him to know you’re wet, enough for him to suffer, enough for him to want more. 

Mark’s brain is on fire at it. Touching it before getting to see it? Goddamn, you’re so fucking mean.

And it’s silent for a few more moments after that as Mark keeps his hand in place, seemingly searching for a pussy just out of reach when you slide the fabric down your legs and place them directly into his hand. 

“When do you get off work?” You ask slyly now, ripping the curtain open and moving his hand for him, forcing him to shove your panties in his pocket. 

“Uh–” He stutters, swallowing again around his words before clearing his throat of the moan he really needs to let out right now. “Seven– I get off at seven.”

You nod with a smile, leaning in real close before patting his pocket. 

“I’ll text you my address.” 

And you leave without sparing him another glance, knowing that by the time his shift is over, he’ll probably pounce the second you open your door for him. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Mark suffers through the rest of his shift aggressively trying not to suck on his fingers. Fuck, he wants to taste you so bad, but to go as low as sucking the remnants for several hours just to hold him over? Truly, he’s at his wits end. 

Mostly because he absolutely does suck his fingers any chance he gets. Tapping his lips with them as he sees a customer off, licking against them discreetly, trying to make it look normal for him to have his fingers in his mouth so consistently. 

It’s not doing anything to hold him over though. 

He keeps glancing at the clock, and then at the message that reads your address. Just one more hour and he can leave. Just one more hour and he can bury his cock so deep into you that you’d never think twice about letting him do it again, and again, and again.

Oh god, really, he feels like he’s going insane as he checks out customer after customer. Every word they say somehow reminds him that he’s about to finally get laid again. 

“Can you wrap this up for me?” One customer said to him, nodding to a set of candles. 

Mark wishes you’d wrap him up in that pussy. 

“Do you have this in a bigger size?” Another customer had said to him as they held up a plush sweater. 

Mark doesn’t think you’d ever need a dick bigger than his. He’ll fill you up just right. 

“69.99?!” One customer argues. “The sign said it was 30% off!” 

Mark would sixty nine you all night long if you asked. He bets you taste sweet, you probably get really wet too. 

And by the end of the night, rain pounding on the roof, his last customer unfortunately has to hear a low groan leave his throat at their comments. He’s very quick to cover it with a cough. 

“Sorry for coming in right before you close, the rain is bad tonight and I forgot my umbrella, thank god you guys sell them! I didn’t mean to drip all over the floor like this, I hope you don’t have to stay late cleaning up my mess!” 

“I didn’t mean to drip all over your floor like this” Replays in his head, over and over again. God, he’d make you drip. He hopes you drip all over the floor for him. He’d get on his knees and lick it right up, god.

He needs to leave. Right now.

“S’all good,” Mark shakes his head after the initial moan and cough cover, trying to remain casual. “It’s my job to clean it up, after all.” He smiles, his brain stuck on the feeling of how wet you were when he touched you. Shiiiit. “Have a good night, stay dry!” 

And finally, Mark can close out his register and lock the doors. That, he does. Performing his end-of-night tasks at lightning speed with a cock throbbing so bad that he worries he might have to get off in his car before making it to your apartment. He genuinely needs to get off, especially knowing these pretty panties are in his pocket ready to be soaked in his cum. 

He doesn’t though, no. He holds off, thrusting his hips up and against the inseam of his pants with every passing second as he drives. He’s practically writhing by the time he gets to your place. Honestly, he moans with each movement because he’s sensitive. It’s so, so fucking sensitive. Everything feels good, he could genuinely cum the second you open your door if he’s not careful. 

Careful isn’t something Mark can be at this moment though, not when he lands a single knock at your door and you’re immediately opening it, looking at him with that same fucking evil smile you gave to him while he was at work. 

He looks at you and instantly lets out a frustrated moan before stepping in without another word. You feel his hands grab you much harsher than you originally thought he would, but you let him as you laugh out in a nervous chuckle. 

“Hello to you too.” You pat him on the back as his arms wrap around your middle. You hear him kick back against your door, slamming it shut before his lips hit your neck. 

He isn’t talking but goddamn you can hear what he needs to say through the way he presses his lips against you. He’s rough with it, kissing all across your exposed skin before slipping his hand right between your legs from the back as if he doesn’t have to chase anymore. 

You were going to jerk your hips back to make him chase, but his grip is too tight and he’s nearly lifting you off the floor entirely to get a feel. You were going to force him to look at you and the outfit you changed into for him, but again, he’s not having it, it seems.  He moans when he moves his lips up and against yours, hot breath desperate and needy as he finally speaks.

“Did it turn you on to torture me like that?” He nearly growls against your lips. “Got me so fucking hard.” 

You’re genuinely surprised with how he’s acting and talking. Then again, he’s desperate, that much is obvious if that monster bulge rubbing against your leg is anything to go by. Perhaps he may be desperate, but you guess that doesn’t always mean someone will end up submissive as a side effect. 

“It did.” You smile against his lips, pushing yourself forward to try and plant your feet back on the ground, chasing the ability to gain control over him. “Did you like that?”

Mark nods before shaking his head, allowing you to push forward, loving the way your hands reach for him and run through his hair before tugging. He did like what you did, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was fucking torture to stand there at work like he wasn’t losing his mind. 

“I’d like it more if we skip all the bullshit,” He starts, hand still attempting to reach the spot between your legs and lips landing at the corner of your mouth. “Could go all night.”

You nod to him, gripping his shirt and pulling him back to your living room couch and spinning him around, only to shove him back. 

“Is that a promise?” You ask, looking at the lazy way he spreads his own legs and rests his head against your couch cushions, eyes staring straight at you and cock twitching in his pants. “You gonna fuck me all night?”

“Yeah–” He breathes as if he’s in disbelief, hand reaching between his legs just to grab himself and squeeze as his eyes trail your body. “You have no idea how bad I need this.”

“Show me then,” You nod your head to his length that’s hidden under his pants. “Let me watch you first.”

Mark groans, rolling his eyes back both out of frustration and arousal, but he does as you say. His palm feels better with you watching, at least. He doesn’t feel so numb to the pleasure with you promising your body to him, at least. He doesn’t mind proving his size to you by shoving his pants down to his thighs and presenting said neglected cock to you either. 

It’s heavy, dark in color due to the blood that’s likely rushing throughout every inch of it. He feels sensitive to even the air in your living room as he twitches and aches to hear you talk again, to see you in front of him watching how he pleasures himself, wishing his hand is yours. 

“You wanna watch?” He says in a low-rumbled voice, tracing his fingers along the head of his cock and seething out a breath through his now, bitten bottom lip. “Wanna know how tight I want you to feel?” He asks now, bold and in the heat of the moment. You watch him when he squeezes the base of his cock tightly, you can almost feel yourself choke at that alone. 

“How wet you need to be to take it?” He continues, dragging his hand back and licking his palm before spitting into it. 

The wetness against his hand is horrifyingly pornographic. So wet when he reaches back down to his length, allowing you to hear it squelch and slip with ease. His breath is hitched while he does it too, which nearly has you seeing him in tunnel vision.

“Yeah…” You tune into him entirely, swallowing around the lump in your throat and feeling yourself drip already. “I can’t imagine how good–” You cut yourself short to moan at the way his other hand holds his pants down while he jerks his hand up faster and faster. “Oh god, you’re–”

“Wanna see how fast I can cum just looking at you?” He continues, hand only moving faster and faster as his grip tightens more, shamelessly grunting proudly over how he could probably cum now if he wanted to. “I told you, I can go all night.”

You pause, because goddamn. You thought he would be embarrassing, pathetic, needy. You thought he would beg, plead, and cry. But…you feel like you’re the one who needs to do that. God, you’ve never seen a man so desperate to fuck yet be so powerful about it. As if he’s in your face whispering, “You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? You’re gonna love it too, right? You’re gonna let me use you to take care of this little problem of mine, right? It’s what you want, right?”

If he were to say those things to you right now, you’d nod without a doubt. But…he doesn’t. He simply looks at you now, heaving out broken moans that sound too sexy to be considered pathetic. His hips chase each movement of his hand and goddamn does he fuck his fist hard.

Your mind is spinning watching him, knowing that he’s probably going to fuck you twice as hard as he fucks himself. And it’s not surprising to you at least that you can feel your own clit swell and throb for touch too. You easily move your hand between your legs, standing right there in front of him, toying with yourself as if you don’t have the power to ask him to do it for you. 

“Ah, fuck–” Mark groans, thrusting his hips up into his hand one last time before strings of his cum make a mess on his shirt. And it seems to go on forever too, spurt after spurt of it pumping out of him alongside his pretty moans and open-mouthed expression. You can feel your body react to him more than it ever has for anyone else, especially in the way….

“God–” You moan yourself now, watching him spread his legs and slouch more against your couch with a relieved sigh from his messy orgasm. But…his cock doesn’t soften. No, it stays stiff and heavy against his stomach, twitching and dribbling more and more of his cum out in little beads. 

The proof of his issue is right here, he really can and probably will go all night. And you say nothing else to him after that. In fact, he wouldn’t be able to answer you if you did say something simply because you find yourself stepping up onto your own couch, resting your knees against the back of it, and gripping his hair. 

Mark lets out a half-moan-half-hum, as expected, when he feels your hand drag his face under your skirt. You didn’t have to do that, but goddamn does he fucking love it. He loves how he can feel your knees buckle and force you to balance on the couch, loves how your cunt is just as needy as he feels, fucking adores the way you drip all over his tongue when he pushes your panties to the side and starts licking you up. 

It’s the fact that he didn’t even have to ask you to put it in his face. The slight taste against his fingers all night at work is nothing compared to the way you drown him now. He needs to do this for you. Hell, he needs to do this for himself.

“Jesus,” You breathe, rolling your hips on his mouth. He’s truly eating you like his life depends on it. You can hear his muffled hums at the taste, you can feel his shoulder shake as he starts jerking off again, you can feel the way his tongue goes deeper and deeper, licking each clench of your walls, only to pull back and suck the wet from your panties in a deep breath. 

He coos at it too, as if he’s in love with the moment, as if he truly can’t believe he’s finally got a pussy to lick. And he swallows each mouth full of your slick before muttering curses and promises against your swollen little bud. 

“Please,” He moans, nipping and licking against you. “Been so long since I’ve eaten pussy, rub it on me- fuck-” he continues to babble, heat-of-the-moment-talk coming out as far more arousing than cringe if you listen hard through your ringing ears. “Come on,” He continues, now neglecting his own cock and gripping your ass with both hands, shoving you back and forth on his face in painfully slow and harsh grinds. “Come on, harder.”

As if you can function at all right now with how rough he is about trying to pleasure you? Fucking hell, the words ignite something in you as you pull back and away from him. For a split second, you see his blown out pupils and fucked up hair as he licks his lips and presents that shining lower-half of his face to you. 

You don’t look for long though, no. Because you’re too busy pushing him to the side and forcing him to lay back on the couch instead. You resume your position afterwards, straddling the couch on either side of his head with your knees and planting your pulsing cunt right on his eager tongue. 

“You’re too hot,” You moan, feeling his hands go straight back to your ass to force more of those harsh grinds against him. “If you could see yourself right now–” Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you feel his moaned out chuckle hit you right in the clit. It’s like he knows he makes you feel good, but does he really? 

Does he truly understand how fucking good at this he is?

 “God, if you could feel how good your tongue is–” You continue, now losing yourself in the heat of the moment, feeling his fingers nearly bruise your ass with the death-grip he has on you. 

He nods his head in what little space he has as he spirals into heaven behind his eyes. The smell of you suffocates him, the taste of you drowns him, the weight of you is nothing short of sexy as hell. This is all he could ever want. A pretty girl using and abusing his face, much like he wants to do to you. But oh, there’s so, so much he wants to do after so long of having no one but himself. 

Eat you out, finger fuck you, slide his cock down that pretty little moaning throat of yours, grip that hair and kiss those tits. God, he wants to do everything right now but he can’t bear to push this perfect clit off of his lips. He cannot fathom losing the taste of you and the way you clench around the tip of his tongue. 

Oh fuck.

“Ahh- '' Mark moans open-mouthed against your clit as his brain hits a wall, his cock standing stiff from behind you as he spills out against himself again. Untouched completely, he cums without any effort where as previously it took him hours just to get off because he’d grown so fucking bored of everything. 

You’ve ignited him. His drive is higher than it’s ever been after being neglected for so long. God, he wants to fuck you so full that you can’t bear to leave him. 

“Fuck–” He continues, trying to lend licks between his jerking body to keep your arousal peaked. “See how bad I need it?” 

He finally manages to pull back, feeling you lift from his face just for a moment after noting the way his entire body is shaking. He’s not having it though, as he cranes his neck in chase of your dripping hole once more.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He adds now, enveloping his lips around your clit again and using both hands to force you right back down on his face. 

There, you feel the way he almost passionately makes out with your pussy. As if he’s thanking you for a second orgasm within the past ten minutes. As if he truly can’t stop wanting to fuck something, someone, anything at all.

Goddamn, what a fucking deal. All hail the hook-up app that brought this insatiable sex beast to your apartment.

“Mark–” You start, grinding down for him and feeling his hands now move to rub up and down your back. “Keep your tongue in me.” You choke out, gripping his hair to hold his face in place as you sit his tongue inside of you, short and jerky thrusts forward to bump your clit against his nose. 

He’s gotten off twice now, it’s your turn. 

And you watch as he drops his arms from you and grips your outer legs through it, letting you use his face until he can’t breathe. Both of you are seeing stars through it, your orgasm bubbling up so quickly that you can barely warn him when your hips halt in a stiffened clench and he’s finishing the job for you. 

Your legs squeeze around his head, your fingers pull his hair, and still he manages to find the space to tilt his chin up just to tongue-fuck you deeper, just to rub his nose harshly against your clit, up until he feels your quivering pussy spill all over his chin, down his throat, stealing any breath or moan he could possibly give right now. 

You’re out of breath by the time you finally slide off of his face, your hands immediately shooting to both of his cheeks as your sensitive clit drags down his stomach for the easy position change. You wince when you lick against his lips at the sensitivity, being sure to seat yourself right against his cock. 

“Hah–” Mark lends a breathy laugh against the way you lick his lips, his hands going right back to your ass and landing a sharp slap to it. “Couldn’t even get our clothes off first.”

You take a second to pull back and look at him, noting the redness against his cheeks and nose, likely from your panties consistently getting in his way and then you chuckle back at him. You’re thankful for the short break the two of you seem to be taking at the moment. Still, you lift up from him just to remove your shirt, exposing your tits in an instant solely because you didn’t wear a bra for this exact purpose. 

He’s still hard, despite two orgasms. You feel him rubbing it against you every few seconds, right up against your saliva and cum-soaked panties which, mind you, are insanely uncomfortable right now. It feels as if they’re slicing through your thigh with the force of how Mark managed to keep them shoved out of his way. 

“Just lay back,” You smile at him, allowing him a longer rest for now as you take it upon yourself to remove the barriers. “Let me take care of you now.”

Mark has hearts in his eyes as he watches you. Normally, a girl would already be falling asleep after all that, leaving him with not enough orgasms and no actual fucking. It’s not his fault he could do foreplay for upwards of three to four hours before going for the finale. Which, arguably, can and will last several hours longer. 

Still, you appear to not be finished either, with your breathless smile and gentle hands. He bites his bottom lip through a smirk as he watches you, tits on full display to keep him satiated for now as you move around on the couch to get his pants off of him. He helps a bit with a little kick, his cock still so sensitive and pathetically weeping for more. He feels lucky to have found you, almost baffled that he may have met his match. 

You lend several glances at his cock, not quite realizing the way he’s blinking at you right now. To be fair, it’s only natural to have your attention on that thing right now. You swallow around your nervousness regarding the size but equally want him to fuck you senseless with it. You already feel entirely fucked out, but…that. Oh, that could change your life, probably. You can imagine he won’t be as gentle as you expected before all of this too. Would probably shove it in all in one go and lose his mind at the feeling. 

He’s probably going to split you open and make it feel good for you too. Somehow. 

Anyway, enough of that. You’ve still got to get his shirt off, your uncomfortable skirt and panties too. 

You make quick work of it, as you stand to your feet and expose yourself entirely to him. Mark just watches, humming and moaning at each new expanse of skin you show to him. He keeps his hands to himself though, likely so used to feeling of them that they’d bring no pleasure at this moment if he were to jerk off to you doing this. And you just…look right back at him.

“Come on,” You smile at him again, lending your hand out for him to grab. “Bedroom will be more comfortable.”

Right. Bedrooms exist.

Mark follows, cock heavy and sensitive against his thigh with each step as he tries to get up close behind you. His eyes stay on your ass as you walk in front of him, and it’s not hard for him to keep his hands on it. In fact, he’s touching you as often as he can, trying to remind himself that he’s with someone right now who actually wants him. 

You seem to be willing to let him do what he needs tonight, and hopefully it won’t be the only time. 

You feel him on you, clinging so closely, hands constantly groping, lips always trying to reach the back of your neck and shoulders, to the point it’s actually difficult to get to your bedroom because you want nothing more than to turn around and shove him against the wall, all to try and take him into your mouth just to see if you can.

He doesn’t really let you think about that for too long though, because the second you get to your bedroom, he’s grabbing you from behind and lifting you in his strong arms. You writhe in his grasp with playful giggles, feeling the strong hold he has on you, keeping you in place against him as he stumbles forward with a deep inhale into your neck.

He’s quick to make his way to your bed, dropping you onto it, flipping you over onto your back, and immediately slotting himself between your legs. He hovers over you for a minute, looking directly into your eyes as his hair falls forward. 

Somehow, you’re more focused on his face than you are of his cock that he’s sliding up and down your core right now. You reach up to his hair, brushing it out of his face and feeling the sticky sweat at his scalp. 

“Could eat you out again.” Mark mentions, hips thrusting against you but eyes calm and level with yours. “Could lock me up in here and just use me all day if you want.” He continues, partially being serious about it, but treating it as if it’s some kinky joke instead. 

Because let’s be honest. If there’s any job Mark could do better than anyone else, it’s be a woman’s fuck toy. Always ready to go, always stiff and horny, always willing to please. 

“Could slide in right now and let you feel how hard I am.” His voice gets breathier as he talks, and you can tell he’s just imagining everything he wants to do. He probably worries he’ll have to go home at some point tonight only to resume his search for potential fucks to keep his need satiated. 

He probably thinks he’s going to exhaust you. 

“Could let you do all of that and more.” You respond, lifting your hips just slightly to press his cock between your bodies, throwing your legs around his waist simultaneously with the way you wrap your arms around his neck. “You want me to lock you up in here?” 

Mark nods with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can imagine it. 

“Do you work tomorrow?” 

He shakes his head with another sigh, focusing on the way you keep humping up against his length, sliding yourself in whatever way you can against him. 

“Maybe I’ll just have to do that then.”

Oh, damn. 

The heart eyes are back. The very thought of being in this room all night and all day tomorrow drives his cock to pulse and twitch. Foreplay can come whenever, fucking can come whenever, he can cum whenever. There’s no need for a to-do list. No need for a specific structure of rules on how this needs to happen. Foreplay, sex, sleep. Not with Mark. 

Sex. foreplay. sex. foreplay. for hours. He’ll keep you up all night if he can, fucking and sucking every part of you, into the morning hours straight into tomorrow night. 

Free use with you from now until you’re tired of him. You can do anything you want to him but for now…

“Yeah?” Mark breathes out in excitement, arching his back slightly to let his cock land against your hole, and then he pushes forward slowly. The bulbous head spreads your lips and stretches out your slick pussy with ease as he continues to speak. “Feel that?”

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, fingernails already digging into his shoulders at the anticipation as your legs loosen around him. He continues to push forward, inch by inch, painfully slow as if he wants you to feel the burn and stretch even while being as wet as you are. 

“Ah–” He confirms for himself as he watches your face, wincing, mouth falling open. “Yeah, you feel it.”

God, yeah. You do. You feel the weight of his size inside of you, stretching you open so good he probably wouldn’t even have to move for it to hurt. But he does move, he does continue to slide in, savoring every second of your walls quivering and suffocating his cock. 

“Goddamn,” He groans, lifting up on both arms and bracing himself as he looks down, only to find he’s only slid half of his dick into you, and already you’re about as breathless as he is. “Didn’t realize how tight you’d actually be–” 

He chokes when he says it, sliding out little by little before fucking back in, pushing just a bit more into you.

“S’okay.” You try to reassure him, but it’s more for you than it is for him. You really didn’t think a cock could feel so big that it actually hurts, yet, here you are. “I’m adjusting.”

Mark moans at your broken voice, no longer holding himself back to look at your pussy grip him when he pulls out slightly. He looks at your face instead, witnessing how you take all of it in one solid movement from him. All of it, until he can feel his pelvis rest against your clit and your entire body stiffens in a tight hug around his body. 

“Mhm,” He leans back down now, humming against your cheek as he tries to control the urge to fuck. “Taking all of it, aren’t you?”

With those words, he slides out slightly before pushing back in again, trying to force your pussy to relax so that he can stop holding his breath. One hand finds its way to your leg to hold onto, the other holding himself up beside your head, and he just…watches. 

Little by little, he thrusts. Plunging into you in short-tight snaps of his hips just to watch your tits jiggle with the movements, up until he really, really can’t hold back anymore. 

You feel his cock leave you almost entirely, only to slam right back in and cause your vision to go white with a pang of pleasure. Your loud yelp pairs well with his relieved sigh of a grunt, and it appears that this is what breaks him entirely. 

That single, full thrust, lets him fall forward and nuzzle his nose against your neck and his body just goes. Instinctually chasing the deepest parts inside of you, hitting your cervix with each thrust only to drag back and make your toes go numb at the way your g-spot feels entirely too sensitive with this alone.

And god, Mark loves the way you cling through it. The way you moan each time he bottoms out, the way your nails cut into his back and the way your legs continuously fail to stay wrapped around him. He…

Oh no.

“I can go all night–” He breathes out through his relentless thrusts, almost as if he’s pleading with you. “I swear, I’m not done–” He continues to cut off his own words with choked moans as he pulls back and leans up, frantically forgetting to apologize over the fact that he’s already about to cum again.

And you feel him try to slide out, that face he made twice before already alerting you that he really must have so much to pump out of himself at this point. You don’t mind if he’s about to hit a third orgasm, in fact, you’re glad.

Your legs hold him in place as he fights to pull out, his eyes snapping to you in realization after the second time he tries. 

“No fucking way, you– you want it?” His eyebrows fall into that of a relieved release as he, too, falls right back down against your chest and lets his hips fuck freely. 

He’s not controlling it at this point. You feel him stretch you open more through his orgasm, rolling his hips but not pulling out even in the slightest now. Moving back and forth, as if trying to stuff you impossibly full while he releases those thick ropes of cum. It…feels so good even with the way the base of his cock continues to swirl and loosen you up in a painful stretch that almost feels like he’s ripping you open. Still, the pain is gone as he shakes on top of you, in fact, you feel your clit throb at the feeling of how big he is, of how hard he manages to stay. 

He didn’t even fuck you that roughly before this, but it feels like you’re already ruined. Ruined enough to want more. Enough to need more. 

“Bet that feels good,” You chuckle against his hair, feeling each pulse of him and loving the way he pants against your ear. “Not having to pull out, knowing you can fuck me for as long as you want.”

That only pushes his orgasm to hit harder. He thought he was nearing the end of it, but instead, his body goes into overdrive as more pulses of cum shoot out of him at your words. There’s so…so much of it he can give you. And if this is what you want, he’s the perfect man to do it for you. 

“Don’t say that, oh god–” Mark mumbles through the end of his orgasm, keeping himself tucked nice and deep into you as he releases his body weight and makes you feel slightly suffocated under him. “Please.”

Well, he minds his manners well enough, you shrug under him, clenching around his length unintentionally and reminding him that you genuinely can go all night, just like him.

Reminding him that maybe you really will just lock him up in this room all tonight, all tomorrow. He seems into the idea anyway, right? Both of you just free-use sex dolls for the time being…Hell yeah.

And as Mark catches his breath, he finally lifts up, pulling you with him, and sits you directly on his lap now.

“Keep going then, don’t let it get soft.” He nearly whimpers, solely due to the sensitivity his cock is now offering and the fact that after that third orgasm, he truly is gaining the ability to go flaccid between orgasms. 

And you follow his direction, though not entirely how he wanted you to. Instead of rolling your hips, you slip him right out of you and sink your face down between his legs, loving the way his cum spills out of you all the while. You don’t even say anything, not that you’d need to. He watches you, a smirk forming on his lips as he raises an arm and throws it over his eyes. 

“Shit, You’re so my type.” He groans out of the sexual frustration that still bubbles within him. You look so good down there with his cock just inches from your mouth. God, no woman has been able to go down on him for too long despite really fucking wishing they would. 

His hips always lose control, they don’t like face fucking, he’s too big to fit, they’re gagging too much, their jaw is hurting. What the fuck ever. Look at you, blinking up at him like you want nothing more in the world than to take it all down your throat. Ah, fuck, if you did that…

His hips buck up on instinct, forcing you to hold him down with your arms as you lick your lips. 

“You really live up to your promise, you know that?” You smile with warmed cheeks as you speak, blowing air gently against the head of his cock. It’s softened up a little, but it’s no longer going flaccid. You’re sure that the second you work it into your mouth, he’s going to be blocking your airways. 

Good. 

“You say that like I’m not overwhelming you with all of this,”  He chuckles as he moves his arm from his face and down to yours. “Most girls would have already sent me home.”

You circle your lips around the bulbous head, tasting the remnants of both you and him as you gently suckle before popping off and licking your lips. 

“Well, Mark–” You look back down and lend his cock a little kiss. “I’m not most girls. Besides, most guys get their nut and leave me hanging. You’ve gotten, what? Three orgasms by now? And you’re still in my bed? Wanting me to lock you up tomorrow too? What a fucking win.”

Mark rolls his eyes because you don’t even know the fucking half of it. If he were a normal guy, he probably would have done the same thing. Maybe not to you, but to others? Yeah. The thing is, he’s not like most guys. And you’re right in saying you’re not like most girls either, considering…your sex drive appears to be just as insatiable as his.

“Fuck, let me eat you out again–” Mark groans now, needing to pleasure you again, aroused by the fact that he’s basically met a female version of himself. Even if he’s just exaggerating and making himself believe such a woman could exist close enough to him. “Let me– Ahh…”

You cut off his words, dragging a loud and sensual moan from him as you sink down. Mostly to shut him up, mostly so you can return the favor for him from earlier before letting him have another lick of you. After all, you truly do appreciate him for all of this. 

“Mmf–” You mumble unintentionally, feeling each inch of his length that you swallow up pressing your tongue further and further down in your mouth. Up until you’re entirely open mouthed on him, gagging yourself when he hits your throat only to angle yourself up on your knees to point it straight down your throat instead.

It hurts, but you close your eyes in concentration, breathing through each gag, ignoring the dribble of saliva that runs from the corners of your mouth and– you swallow.

Mostly because you can’t suck. Again and again, you swallow around him just to stimulate his length, the girth stretching your lips out to the point you feel your jaw could break, but it doesn’t and it won’t. 

Within an instant of taking his whole length down your throat, you feel his hands in your hair. Your ears are ringing, otherwise you would also be listening to him choke on his words at how you’re doing this to him. All of it. You’re taking him in full, not leaving an inch out, seemingly proving that your mouth can be fucked just as good as your cunt.

He’s in heaven, head spinning as you stimulate him through each gag and sputtered out chokes of a moan. He can’t help it when he grabs your hair, he really doesn’t mean it when he pushes your head down while pressing his hips up. Essentially choking you and suffocating you in full with a paused hold. 

You brace yourself on his hips when he does this, squeezing your eyes shut and continuously gagging from the way he abuses your mouth with just that small movement, and then– he pulls back.

“Ahh,” He groans, snapping his hips back and holding you by the hair to keep you from chasing. “You like that?” He continues, letting you breathe but not answer at all before he’s pushing your head right back down, holding you there again and fucking his hips up repeatedly into your throat this time. 

The sounds are pornographic at best, concerning at worst. You, searching for air somewhere between his thrusts, the sounds of wet sputters, drooling, whimpered groans from him, and desperate gasps and gags from you. Truly, Mark is in heaven right now. With you, specifically, you’ve brought him to heaven.

For you, it feels like he does this forever. You’re losing the ability to comprehend what breathing ever was in the first place, thankfully though, Mark can see the tears pouring from your eyes and feel the way you fall slightly limp, letting him do as he pleases before he realizes– he may actually be overwhelming you now.

He snaps his hips back quickly, pulling you up and off of the last remaining inches of his weeping cock before taking a good, long look at your gasped breath and abused lips. Tongue licking out and eyes stained. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I–”

Instantly you press yourself down on him once again, resuming your original position of sliding him in until you can’t stand the feeling in your throat, gagging and swallowing around him time and time again. You feel proud of it, proud of the pain, proud of the suffocation. 

Fucking proud to not be finished with him compared to every other person, apparently. 

“Jesus–” He groans now, his entire body slouching against your bed as he slams his head back and starts petting your cheeks. “It’s like you were born for this. For me.”

You hum around the gags, growing accustomed to swallowing him up and feeling your jaw strain. And just a few moments later, you pull up with a deep breath, a smile, and you start rubbing your jaw. 

“Maybe I was,” You try to talk dirty, wanting to drive him insane. “You taste so good.” You add, dipping down again to lick a long stripe up the underside of his balls up to his tip. “Any girl should be proud to say you’d fuck her mouth like that.”

A twitch, he rolls his eyes back and clenches his jaw. 

“How are you so…” He breathes out, reaching his hands blindly for you, only to feel you shift on the bed and essentially sit your tits into both of his hands. “perfect?”

You shrug when he opens his eyes, you’re now hovering over him, both hands covering his on your tits as you force him to squeeze and grope. 

“Maybe it’s best to not ask questions.” You tilt your head playfully. “Besides, if I’m lucky maybe you’ll stop trying to find other girls to fuck. They can’t take care of you like I will, anyway.”

Oh, you damn fucking right they won’t. 

“You can have it any time you want.” Mark smiles, relishing in your tits warming under his palms, watching the way you hover over him tall and proud on your knees. “Could play with you every day and never get bored.” 

You feel him move his hand from under yours, going straight between your legs and sliding not two, but three fingers into you with ease.

“Still so wet too,” He hums, eyes narrowing at you with that same pretty grin. “You always this horny?”

You shake your head. 

“Not usually, you just turn me on.” 

Mark feels proud of that. He doesn’t feel like the odd ball with a dick that can’t be satiated no matter how many pussies he plows through in a night. Which, again, for the past year has been a total of zero pussy. You getting turned on by that makes him feel…capable. Makes him feel like maybe he can be put to use by a pretty girl. 

Makes him feel like his need is wanted and well taken care of. 

“So, I can keep calling you?” He asks now, fucking his fingers up, loving the warmth and slide, anticipating for when he gets to bury his cock in you again. 

“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure of how deep even his fingers reach. Kind of ready for him to stop talking and just focus on what he’s doing to you.

“Even if it’s every single day?” He continues to ask, now using his thumb against your clit. “Even if I need you in the middle of the night?”

Anything he wants if he can keep hitting your g-spot like this. 

“Yes, Mark,” You sigh out of aroused frustration, now wiggling your hips to chase that stimulation inside of you. “I’ll give you the fucking key to my apartment if you want. Just let you walk right in and start fucking me.”

His fingers move faster at the image, the implication of not just free-use, but true free use. Real free-use. 

“Yeah? Wake you up with my cock sliding into you?” He urges you to keep talking, now removing his other hand from your chest and circling it around his cock. “Just walk right in and get my mouth on you while all your friends are here?”

You lend a surprised chuckle, but pay no mind to his words past the arousal it brings to you. You’d tell him about how you have a total of like two friends, and half of the time they’re too busy to show up anyway. Still, the image is hot at the moment. All of it is hot. 

“You’d let me?” He continues pressing every button both physically and mentally, unaware of how easy it is for him to talk as if it’s a normal conversation solely because it’s kind of his general state of living at this point. You, on the other hand, are not used to having a full conversation while your g-spot gets abused. “Even if you’re not home? Let you come home and find me fucking myself for you?”

Oh.

“Fuck–” You groan out at the image, feeling his fingers reach so perfectly, thinking of how it would feel to walk into your apartment just to see this pretty man chasing that tight ring of fingers his fist creates. Probably so turned on and frustrated that you’re not home…so frustrated that all he could do is drop to the floor and start fucking. “God, yeah.”

So that’s what you’re into. You love that he’s that pathetic to fuck. And lucky for you, he’s more than willing to continue to be that fucking pathetic. 

“Does that feel good?” He hums now, watching how you fuck yourself against his fingers, lifting slightly to lick against your nipple. “Can I use my cock again?” He babbles almost, brain on constant loop of you actually giving him free reign of your apartment someday so he can come and–”Please, do this on my cock.”

This is the second time he’s asked you to ride it, and you think that may be one time too many. You almost feel guilty for taking him down your throat first, but then again, you don’t. Your body vibrates knowing you’re about to split yourself open on him again, only this time having full control. 

“You want me to sit on it, Mark?” You smile, thrusting your hips down and sinking his fingers into you so deep that you physically can see his brain malfunction. 

The frantic nod he gives is somehow less powerful than how he lifts his hips, forcing you higher on your knees as his fingers slip out of you and immediately land in his mouth. 

Man, this guy must love the taste of pussy. The image of him doing that alone is insanely arousing to you as you lend him a short nod and slide back, your pussy sucking in the head of his cock instantly as if the two of you move together so well, that it was only natural to not need a guiding hand for it. 

He sinks his head deep into the mattress with the way you try to sink down on him. He holds his breath with those same fingers in his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut at how tight you still are, how wet you still are. 

And he’s shocked, almost, at the way you just keep sliding down. Not letting yourself re-adjust to his size, holding your own breath and bracing yourself on his abdomen just to keep balance and you wince through the stretch. 

“That’s it.” Mark soothes your hips as you sit, clenching around each one of his twitches inside of you. “Doing so good.” He breathes out this time, trying to hold back his moan just for a moment as he awaits your moan first.

And it comes quickly when you lean back rather than against him, arms by his knees as you practically present his cock to him buried entirely into you with this position. He lifts his head and stares at it before reaching his thumb to your clit, immediately pressing hard circles against it. 

“Ride it,” He pleads now. “God, please ride it.” He loses his mind at the image, really, as you do start moving. 

Pained whimpers falling from your lips as you circle your hips, fucking just an inch of him in and out of yourself, forcing the deepest part of your pussy to take the abuse more than anything else. And you know he loves it with the way his thumb stops rubbing your clit, with the way he can’t decide on if he should look or throw his head back and fall into the sensation. 

It’s really cute to witness, and you’d lean forward to kiss him if you had the strength to do it, but you don’t. In fact, all the strength you have is currently bubbling up inside of you with a sharp, almost burning sensation. 

You know exactly what this is. You’ve practiced it time and time again alone in this bed. 

“Oh, oh shit, Mark–” You groan as you frantically start moving your hips through the full and splitting feeling of him inside of you. Your voice sounds so panicked, it almost scares him. And honestly? Had he not have finger fucked you against your g-spot previously perhaps you could last longer on him, but no. 

“What– What’s wrong?!” Mark’s voice is broken when he quickly leans up, hugging around you as you continue to ride against him, faster now, chasing, chasing, chasing. 

Pushing, pushing, pushing.

“No, no!” You moan out, shoving him back against the bed and now lifting entirely from his length before slapping your own clit, fast, rough circled motions before each slap. “Oh, shit!” You nearly yell, witnessing it squirt from your body straight against his abdomen and chest. 

Mark just watches, mouth agape and eyes wide. 

“Oh–” He stares. “Oh yeah?” 

And you’re not even done when he seemingly takes full control. Allowing all that squirt to fall out of you, ignoring your shaking legs, tipping you straight back and plunging his cock right back into that release of pressure inside of you.

“You just weren’t gonna tell me you could do that?” He grunts against your ear, fucking into you so hard and so fast that your orgasm just keeps coming. It feels too good to speak, too good to breathe. 

Even as it subsides and you’re trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t let you. He just keeps going, grunting incoherently against your ear, snapping his hips harder than you think he’s probably ever done before. 

Honestly, with each yelp you let out, your sensitivity goes from being unbearably painful to–

“Do it again–” He urges you. “Give me another one.” Babbling, cooing, fucking moaning all over your neck until his lips hit yours. 

Somehow, that gives him exactly what he wants as he feels your legs tense up and fall open around him. Your pelvis slamming into his so hard that it’s, quite literally, splashing out of you in loud and painful sounds. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He nods and whispers against your tongue, sucking it into his mouth before licking into yours, nearly rabid with the way he’s both kissing and fucking you, he can’t help it. He forgot words the second he felt the gush rush past his length, trying to force it out of you only for him to go harder. Like hell he’s not going to feel you literally squirt on his cock. “So fucking messy.”

At one point, you think you might have actually died. You’re not sure but you swear you saw him fucking you in third person for two solid seconds before being slammed right back into your body. The pleasure genuinely is so overwhelming that…well, suddenly you understand why girls probably think he’s too much.

But goddamn he’s…so good. Like, you remember him mentioning his body count through his one-sided sext session with you and you can argue his inexperience probably made this that much better. He’s a fucking natural. 

And as he continues fucking into you, all you can do is lend him a distant smile. You’re definitely not experiencing real life at this moment, and you know he sees it with the way he lifts and keeps his eyes on your zoned out expression. 

“Look at you.” He echoes against your walls. “So, so pretty.” 

And he just keeps doing that, whispering praises, working you through his presumed last orgasm of the night because he genuinely can’t not fill you up with his cum one last time before letting you rest. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The “rest” didn’t last long, but to be fair you didn’t need it to. All night, and all day. That promise was kept and Mark remained insatiable throughout all the time he spent with you.

To the point you very nearly felt strange about him leaving. Like you’d grown so accustomed to having someone literally attached to you at the dick that you knew the loneliness and silence would hit you a little too hard once he leaves you. 

And, well, he does leave in a sense, but not completely. 

Though you never truly meant that offer in the midst of sex-talk, Mark seemed to have clinged to the idea of it. Lock him up, but still give him the key. 

He doesn’t have many superstitions, but he has this one - before every racing weekend, on one of the nights before he flies off to acclimatise to new time zones and weather conditions, he needs to fuck until his brain no longer becomes preoccupied with the race, with the obsessive need to think and ruminate about his strategies, his chances, his future. 

He used to have girlfriends to do this with - to fuck until he’s collapsed into a sweaty, mindless pile - pliant, boneless, wasted. But he’s been single for months now - without a crutch to enact his sacred rituals with. You know this as his roommate: the walls are thin, and at night, you can hear him getting himself off, over and over, until the moans grow from guttural to broken, whimpery. 

But masturbation isn’t exactly the same as fucking - he doesn’t get the same rush when it’s with another person, doesn’t have the same boneless satiety when he’s touching himself. His racing suffers - still podiums aplenty, but nowhere near the dominance he wants. He wants to win everything, every time. 

He knocks on your door the week before he goes to race in Japan, eyes alit with a mischief that tugs at your heartstrings, dressed in a shirt that stretches over his chest enticingly. His hair is damp from his shower, and he smells clean and good, like cut grass after rain. Irresistible - your brain very unhelpfully supplies. You steel yourself against the very tempting picture he presents, trying to focus on the paper you’d been writing. 

He leans against the door frame, arms crossed. The smile that plasters itself all over his face is wholly flirtatious, and you are far, far from immune. 

Without even looking up, you ask, “is there something you need, Carlos? Some of us have actual jobs to do.”

He laughs, but doesn’t take offense. “I’m flying off tomorrow morning,” he says, not answering your question. 

“I know.” You shuffle papers in your hands, keeping your voice neutral, “you wrote it on the fridge calendar.” Not to mention, you’d synced your own calendar with his racing one, and so the notification pops up the week before each race - but Carlos doesn’t need to know that.

Instead of getting to his point, he adds, “Suzuka’s my favourite track, you know.”

“So you’ve said. Multiple times.”

He shifts against the door now - clearly restless. “I really would hate it if I didn’t win there.”

You set your papers down, and make the mistake of glancing up at him - his muscled frame, three-day old stubble, warm eyes that skirt the line of sweet and sultry. You swallow, keeping your composure. “Well then, you better drive fast.” 

He flashes you a wide grin, and your heart thrums with the hyperawareness of how gorgeous he looks. “You know I always do. Just one last piece of the puzzle left to complete, I’m afraid.”

You repress your smile. “Jerking off?”

He hasn’t the decency to look embarrassed. “Was that distracting for you?”

You don’t miss a beat. “Not at all. It’s usually over pretty quick.”

He laughs, and you feel a zip of pleasure roll down your spine. You love making him laugh. “See, this is why I keep you around.”

You lean back in your chair, emboldened by the good humour that easily flits between you two. “And all along I thought it was because you liked my tits.”

He lets his eyes drift down to your chest. “Yeah. That too.”

You allow yourself to take in a good look at him too - the gorgeous frame of his body in his skin-tight shirt that hides absolutely nothing - those biceps, his chest. He’s always been beautiful, too - with his wide grins and free-flowing charm - but with his focus entirely on his racing these last couple of years, and especially with his future on the line next season, Carlos always seemed so unattainable to you. 

Tonight, though, it might all be different. 

You take a deep breath before daring to ask, “why’d you come here tonight, Carlos?”

His eyes drift back up to meet yours, and warmth pools in your belly. You’d drown in those eyes if you could. “Wanted to ask a favour,” he says, “and I think you already know what it is.” When you don’t answer, he smiles even wider, his eyes creasing at the sides. “But you’re gonna make me beg, aren’t you?”

The alternative, you think, would be you begging on your knees, and there really isn’t enough self-deprecation for that. So you nod, and twist towards him in your chair expectantly. 

Carlos’s face morphs into pure delight with the newfound challenge, but he’s slow on the approach, like he’s thinking about how best to round this chicane, strategising how he wants to start this off. He puts a hand on your chair’s armrest, drawing close, and you smell the clean scent of soap that wafts around as he sinks down to his knees, eyes full of mischief as he drags them all over your body in an open survey that gets you hot under your clothes. 

“Please,” he says, in a voice so low that you feel its timbre resonate in the throb between your legs. His knees hit the floor with a subtle little thud, looking right up from his submissive position with his eyes so dark and pleading. “I just need… a little distraction.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And?”

“Well. I wanted to know if you were up for it.” His little smirk shouldn’t be sexy, but it is.

“Up for what?” 

He grins. “I was wondering if you’d be up to let me fuck you… until we both can’t think anymore.” 

It’s not the romantic sort of words that you’d rather he said, but there’s something undeniably sexy about his bluntness, the desire lurking in his beautiful eyes. You reach out to trace fingers across his cheek, feeling him nuzzle into you like a particularly affectionate little kitten. You trail your fingers down, until you can grasp his chin in them, and you feel the hitch in his breath as you grow playfully authoritative with him. “You gonna make me come, Carlos?”

A smile spread across his face, even as he dips into your palm for a tiny kiss - the prospect of this challenge coursing through him. “If you’ll let me, and teach me how.”

You blink at him in pleasant surprise. It’s refreshing, this almost humility he brings to you, on his knees. Not assuming that he’s some sex god in the sheets - equipped with instinctive knowledge about how your body works. He’s eager to learn what you like, eager to make it good for you. 

“Yeah. Okay.” You give him a nod, trying not to seem too earnest, but the way his eyes brighten up at your acquiescence makes your stomach fluttery. 

“Can I kiss you here?” His finger strokes along your arm, and you quickly nod - impatient almost for the feel of his mouth on your skin. “Will you tell me if you like it? Or if you don’t?”

“Yes, Carlos.” You stroke his cheek with your thumb, unexpectedly tender at the way he’s so open, transparent with wanting to know how you feel. “And will you tell me, too?”

He nods, his warm hand cupping the back of yours. It feels dangerously intimate, somehow - this exchange of consent. Carlos takes the opportunity to trail kisses down the sensitive inside of your wrist, your arm, lapping his tongue experimentally across the inner crease of your elbow, which feels unexpectedly erotic. He must have seen it on your face, because he does that lick again with his tongue, slower this time. Your mouth parts, and he notices.

That’s the thing about Carlos - he’s such a quick study.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes,” you can’t tear your eyes away from him - he’s so pretty, so pleased when you tell him that you like what he’s doing.

Carlos is careful not to leave hickeys when he presses his mouth to the inside of your elbow, sucking gently on the skin with a finesse that makes you inhale sharply. His eyes stay trained on yours, so bright and bold and hungry that you squirm in the seat, feeling so restless with wanting him.

He’s barely done anything. Just coasted his tongue and mouth along this spot along your arm and somehow turns it magically erogenous - making you ache between your legs. “Carlos.” 

Oh he’s starting to get a little smug about it - knows how affected he’s made you. You can see it in the quirk of his lips, the gleam in his eyes. You brace yourself - because if his mouth is that good - that wickedly good against something as innocent as your arm…

You squeeze your thighs together, and he makes a tiny groan in the back of his throat before pulling away from you. 

“Will you take off your clothes for me,” he asks, as if you’re going to do anything but get naked for him. 

You reach for the hem of your shirt, ready to rip it off and feel him against you, but he stills your fingers with his own. “Woah hey. What’s the rush?” He chides, looking incredibly pleased with himself that he’s managed to chip away at your aloofness, to see you be the desperate one for once. “Slowly. Please?” 

His hands over yours feel incredibly hot, especially when he guides your shirt off, casting appreciative looks at your breasts which he definitely wants his mouth and hands on. “Can I kiss you here?”

“Yes,” you tell him, already feeling your nipples tighten from anticipation. 

He leans in to press a gentle kiss along the line of your bra strap at your shoulder, down along the cups of your bra where his mouth opens, and he drags his tongue along the curve of your tits and you feel the skin pebble under his flexible tongue. His hands run around the back and he fiddles with the mechanism, eventually managing to unhook your bra so that he can take it off and toss it somewhere to the side quickly. The clumsiness is charming, somehow.

“What’s the rush?” You tease, but all he does is cover his mouth over one of your pert nipples and suck with this even, rhythmic pressure that gets you arching into him, eyes half-closed. “Oh my god. Carlos.”

“Sorry,” he murmurs, pulling back so his teeth now lightly graze the sensitive bud of your nipple, “should I slow down?”

You make this strangled little sound that gets him chuckling. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He makes a humming noise when you slide your fingers into his hair, and drag him gently back to your nipple, and he grins before sucking it into his mouth again, sweet, toying with the tip of it with his tongue, trailing down to the underside where he kisses… and bites gently.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, tightening your fingers in his hair, and he does it again, leaving a trail of little nips along the underside of your breast - marks that you know will stay with you for the next few days. “Your mouth feels good, Carlos. Your teeth-”

“Do you like that? The biting?”

“Y-yes but… not too hard.” 

He nods, taking care to nibble along the slope of your breast - the scrape of his teeth followed by the wet swipe of his tongue - over, and over, and over, until your body feels molten, melted. “Just like that, Carlos.”

“Mmmm… you’re so pretty here,” he flicks his tongue over the path he’s practically memorised now, and you feel like you’re set alight by his praise, wanting to be subject to it all the time. 

He gazes up at you, lips shiny and cheeks pink with want, and with your hands still in his hair, you ask, “kiss me, please?” 

“Thought you’d never ask.” 

You drag his face up to meet yours in a hot kiss that takes your breath away. Oh he’s delicious - sweet and warm and the groan he makes when your mouths meet - the pure passion in his shaky exhales - is undeniably sexy. He kisses so well - leaning in with even pressure, making noises that intensify the ache between your legs, making you want to grind up against him. His own hands rest on your thighs, stroking up the soft bare skin and leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch. His tongue slides against yours as the kiss grows wilder, like an ember fanned into flame, as he sucks on your bottom lip so tenderly that you moan. He’s so good - you’ll never get enough of the way he’s able to use that filthy mouth of his. 

“Will you get on the bed for me?” he says, in a tone that’s halfway between an order and a plea, hands warm on your thighs. There’s nothing you’d like to do more actually, and you cover his hands with yours. “Want you naked,” he murmurs, eyes hungry. “Please?”

“You got hands,” you tell him, pointedly staring at the ones he lays on your thighs. “Why don’t you use them?”

He loves a challenge, so his hands get to work - running up your thighs to pull off your shorts, hooking thumbs into the sides of your underwear with an uncharacteristic hesitation, as if he debating whether it’s hotter to have you in them or out of them. Eventually he decides to take them off - and the expression of awe that crosses his face is one you won’t forget in a long, long time. “Fuck,” he murmurs, “you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re one to talk,” you tell him, but he’s so mesmerised that he doesn’t seem to hear you.

He stares at the skin he’s exposed, eyes roving like he’s unable to decide which part of you to touch first or lap his tongue over. You reach out to press gentle fingers under his chin, lifting his face put to look at you, and when your eyes meet, you lean forward to press kisses to his irresistible mouth. He tastes like the sweetest, purest rush of victory, especially when he makes appreciative noises when your tongue slips in to slide against his own. Kissing isn’t enough, and he makes that abundantly clear when he drags you to the soft bed, on your back under him. 

“Feel free to say no,” he says, his voice now hoarse, “but I really want to taste you.”

Say no? That wasn’t even a possibility in your book. “Yeah,” you whisper, voice shaky. “I’d like that.”

Carlos moves down your body and kisses along the way, past your belly, your hips, kissing the tops of your thighs as he if can’t get enough of how soft they are. Your legs part for him, and he  pulls away now - eager for the next part: his eyes fixate between your legs and you want to close up instinctively - shyly.

“Don’t, please?” He says, the minute you reach to cover yourself, “you have nothing to hide from me.”

“I know,” you still feel so vulnerable, somehow. “It’s just… letting you see me like this is so… strange.”

He blinks, suddenly alert to your discomfort. “Do I make you feel strange?”

You shake your head, and he looks relieved. “No, Carlos. I just mean… it’s strange to have you look at me like that.”

He tilts his head. “Like what?”

You feel heat rush to your cheeks. How do you describe the absolute hunger and eagerness that’s in his eyes? The way they’ve never been this sparkly and alluring, and yet so filled with this - not quite kindness, but it’s gentle and sweet. “I don’t know how to describe it.”

Carlos grins. “I imagine it’s the same way you’re looking at me.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, wondering if your eyes have been betraying you all this time. “And how’s that?”

“Like you can’t wait for me to touch you. Put my hands on you.” He says it so matter-of-factly, not a trace of off-putting arrogance. He puts his hands on your knees, and instinctively, you part them so he can kneel between them. “Am I wrong?”

You roll your eyes, sidestepping his question entirely. “Anyone ever tell you how arrogant you are?”

He just laughs. “Not when they’re naked in front of me, no.”

You chuckle, and the tension that you’d been holding on to melts a little. Maybe this isn’t so strange after all - it could be easy. 

He reaches for your hand now, stroking his thumb over the back of it. “Are you okay?”

You nod. “I am.”

“And you’ll tell me if you’re not okay?”

The checking in… might just be your favourite thing he’s ever done. It’s that unexpected kindness he shows - the understanding, the care - that makes you absolutely sure that you want this, with him. “Yes. But I’m just feeling that’s a little unfair that you’re still wearing clothes when I’m naked.”

He grins, and reaches for the hem of his shirt to pull it off in one smooth motion. The bare expanse of his chest, his shoulders, that torso… you barely notice him reaching behind to grab for a condom to toss it on the space beside you. “Just in case,” he says, standing now so that he can take off his shorts, his boxers - until he’s fully, completely naked in front of you.

God fucking damn it. He’s way too beautiful for his own good.

“Like what you see?” He teases. 

You suppress a smile. “Stop talking, Carlos,” you insist, gesturing so that he knows to get to his knees, now. You reach forward, sliding your fingers up into his hair so that you can pull his face between your thighs. “I only want your mouth doing one thing right now.”

“Just one?” His tone is so damned cheeky. “I don’t know how I’ll manage to choose between licking… sucking… nibbling…” 

The groan that pulls out of you is full of impatience. “Oh my god,” you half-scold, half-beg, fingers tightening in his hair. “You’re making me crazy.”

He grabs a pillow, making you lift your hips so he can put it under and drape your legs over his  broad shoulders. “Alright, alright,” he murmurs, voice low, impossibly erotic with his full, swollen lips, and the heat of his breath so close to your cunt. “Gonna give you what you want.”

His tongue takes a slow, wide lap, and the sensation is indescribably good - wet and warm and he groans at the taste of you. His fingers grip the outsides of your thighs as his mouth gets to work now, sucking, teasing, playing with you in ways that get your hips jutting up without any finesse, without any semblance of control. Carlos just devours you like that was all his mouth was meant to do. He moves with every jolt of your hips - chasing the sensation, the build up for you with his continuous movements of his mouth because he knows not to break the rhythm.

You reward him with a moan of his name, swearing under your breath as your body tenses against the pleasure that zips right through your overheated body. “Carlos, oh my god… I wanna- please don’t stop.”

He groans - something like a fuck yes, and keeps at that same pressure, the same suction of his mouth on you, and soon enough, you feel the rush of that orgasm crash over you. Carlos slows his mouth to guide you back down from the high, pressing soft kisses to your shaky thighs and watching you quietly, appreciatively. 

You can’t help the giggle that erupts from you - feeling so at ease, so sweaty and melted from the climax that you could probably die happy. “That was… that was too fucking good.”

“Yeah?” His whole body perks up at your words - as if he’s excited to hear how much you enjoyed yourself. He moves slowly up your body, pressing little kisses over the still-trembling parts of you that catch his attention, and eventually, when his face hovers over yours, you pull him close by the back of his neck and kiss him - as if you can’t get enough.

His hands stroke your thighs and coax your legs to wrap around his hips, pressing your bodies impossibly close so that he can grind against you. You can’t decide what’s better - the muscled press of his torso, his chest where you can feel his heart racing, or how hard his cock is against you. 

The rhythm of his hips is so fucking indecent, and you can’t help the whimpers that pour from your lips. “Is that all you need?” He murmurs between kisses, and you shake your head desperately. “Tell me what you need.”

“For you to get on with it and fuck me.” You grit out, twisting your hips back to press against him, until his cock’s wedged right between the slickness of your pussy - heat spiralling out of control for the two of you. The lust between you feels like a tempest pulling you both into its wild orbit. “Please, Carlos… need it.”

“Yeah, fuck. Me too.” His hand reaches out for the condom he’d tossed on the bed earlier, and between kisses, he tears it open with shaky fingers - uncharacteristically clumsy, because he’s so eager. You don’t mind - it’s almost charming, actually, to see him fumble with the slickness of the condom - watching him roll it onto himself, to grip his cock in his hand now. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Come on,” you spread your legs wide in anticipation. 

He shivers when he reaches down to press the tip of his cock into you, sinking in ever so slowly. He’s so, so hard. Your gasp makes him look up, and the eye contact is stupidly hot - watching his eyes get intensely hazy, clouded over with needy desire. There’s no worrying about track performance when he’s still consumed with fucking you - with driving his cock into you over and over until you’re both wrecked and ruined.

You wrap your arms around his broad back, feeling the muscles flex beneath you as you lock him in with your legs tight around his hips. He pushes inside you deep, and you feel so fucking full of him, consumed by the raw passion you see in his eyes. “Are you okay,” he asks.

“Yes,” you whisper back, “are you?”. He nods, leans his forehead against yours.

“We should’ve done this sooner,” he murmurs, and you wholeheartedly agree, feeling a tightness grow in your chest at the prospect of doing this with him for a long, long time.

He leans in to kiss you, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip as he pushes inside you deep again - this time, not thrusting, but grinding into you with purposeful intent, so his cock can press against the sweet spot right inside you that makes you stiffen up, swearing at him. “Yes, Carlos - right there, please.”

He knows, he knows. He grunts and rolls his hips, focusing on the motion of the grind, and the intensity of him stimulating you like this is incredible. You’ve never had it like this - never known a man to be so intentional in making you feel this good. He watches you intently, and you can’t take your eyes off his - that gaze, so tender and yet there’s some competitive edge lurking in the corners - wanting to see you come for him - determined, actually, to make you feel good in ways no one else ever has.

“Is this good?” He asks, and you nod, undulating under him. He grins, pleased, and you lean up to kiss him, taste his mouth that’s breathy, sweet for you. He doesn’t stop that grinding motion, until your body is shivering under his and you’re gripping his shoulders tight. 

His eyes flash - brilliant and beautiful, and your heart lurches at the wildness that underscores the warmth in them. You’ve never known longing quite like this. “Keep going, please.”

“Yes,” he sucks in a breath, “holy shit… you feel so good.”

Your fingers dig into his back as your mouths meet again - his tongue hot against yours, your body turning wholly sensation and pleasure under him. Your hips roll back into his, urgent now - wanting, needing…

“That’s it…” he whispers, your name entwined with the breath he exhales out, and you can’t help kissing him, wrapping your legs around his hips as he fucks into you and the world spirals, that single-minded intensity and sheer pleasure of two bodies in sync hits you in endless waves.

He begs, his voice breaking in this desperate, hoarse way that makes your insides turn molten. “You close, sweetheart? Wanna… need to watch you come...”

You tangle hands in his hair, shuddery and weak and the tightness inside you coiling into a spiralled frenzy. It’s hard to hold off when he’s so attentive, so sweet. “Fuck, yes… oh my god-”

But the words are cut off with your choked sob, coming hard and taking him with you - he’s shivering, hips stuttering into yours as he groans out his warning - gonna come inside you, baby, before he does, with a strangled groan and a final thrust that makes your inner thighs ache. You blow out a breath and feel the tremours of his body reverberate into yours, feeling that unparalleled thrill of having him lose control and give you everything he has.

He slumps across you in a sweaty mess, boneless and exhausted. You giggle and kiss his temple, wrapping arms across his back and stroking the expanse of it with comforting strokes. 

He murmurs nonsense, no longer coherent, and you hum back in response, stroking him until his harsh breaths turn into soft, contented sighs - his body completely lax in your arms, having fully enacted his pre-race ritual now. 

He does roll over to get up after a little bit, murmuring something about getting rid of the condom and cleaning up the mess - telling you not to leave until he comes back. He doesn’t take long, but you miss his presence, his warmth all the same - and your heart does a little flutter when he comes back to bed with a warm, wet towel to clean you up as well. You’re grateful that he’s being so thoughtful, because if it were up to you - you’re not sure your jelly legs could carry you to the bathroom at this point in time.

Carlos tosses the towel into the laundry basket and crawls into bed with you now, stealing a kiss and nuzzling himself into the warm crook of your neck. He can sleep, now, with no pressures of the race breathing down his neck, and all worries of his future forgotten.

He lays against you, mind totally emptied and at peace, dreaming of nothing except your soft, touchable skin underneath his cheek, and about how much he’d like to do it all over again. 

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wanted to publish this sometime last week but life / work got in the way. a fwb carlos situation has always appealed to me and I’m glad to finally have finished this in time for the race it was intended for. Please pardon mistakes- editing is difficult.

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Steven’s lips come to the inside of your thigh, pressing gentle kisses meant to soothe, but the sandpaper brush of his stubble makes everything inside you that more wound up, your nerves raw like everything is going to splinter. 

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, and the soft caress of his breath is searing against your skin, wreaking havoc on you. The low rumbling of his voice, so uncharacteristic of him, is dipped in hunger and greed, and it skitters up and down your spine until it's difficult to breathe. It's a perfect counterpoint to his surprisingly skilled mouth and fingers on you, to the heat spreading under your skin and building to an explosive pitch between your legs. 

“Want you to come all over my mouth, yeah?” he says, with none of his trademark shyness, before he dives back in, tongue laving at your slick folds.

You can’t help but give him what he wants.

You come, your cunt clenches down, spasming around the thick girth of his fingers where he has you stretched open. Everything else disappears for a moment, your body weightless with pure unadulterated bliss. You are so disorientated that you are almost certain you are floating in zero gravity. You can’t even hear your heartbeat anymore. Can’t feel it thump against the cage of your chest. For all you know it might have stopped entirely. All you’re capable of feeling is an abstract tingling sensation that buzzes pleasantly in your veins.

Then you hear his voice, soft and adoring, from somewhere above. His fingers slip out of you, and you whine--even overwrought as you are, you feel empty at the loss.

There’s a gentle palm with soft-worn calluses stroking down the side of your ribs. Comforting kisses press your thighs, as he murmurs quiet praises about how good you are for him and how pretty you look like this.

You can’t help but snort a laugh at that last bit, not sure what he’s on about because you’re sure you look anything but right now. Your hair is soaked with sweat and clinging to your temple; your face, sticky and clammy. You’re certain you must look a complete mess as you lie here in a shambled heap on your bed. Your vision is so blurred you can barely see the white of your ceiling, but you're still able to make out the man above you, gazing down at you like you’ve hung the moon in the sky.

“Think you can give me another one, love? Jus' one more, yeah?”

Fucking hell. This man…  

He doesn’t even give you a moment to gather yourself. You barely have a chance to nod before the saliva-slicked thumb gently presses down on your clit again. For all his sweet cooing and gentle touch and care, he is always merciless in his pursuit to make you come like there’s a prize for him at the end of it. 

"Fucking finally," he huffs under his breath, and if you weren't so completely out of it, you'd tell him it's his own fault for dragging that last orgasm out so long.

As cliche as it sounds, you’re so blissed out of your mind you can’t tell anymore, where the pleasure begins and ends. All you feel is clever fingers already curling inside you again; a greedy hand cupping your breast; a hungry mouth nipping at the hollow of your throat. He’s everywhere, and you spread your legs wider, open yourself up, so he can have every single inch of you. 

The bed shifts, and you blink rapidly, trying to clear the watery edges of your vision. After a moment, your eyes finally refocus on the man in front of you. 

He’s kneeling above you, cock in hand, as he gives it a slow lazy stroke that makes your mouth water. A slick sheen of sweat graces the muscular line of his shoulder, bathed in amber gold of your bedroom light.

“You alright, baby? Want me to keep going?” The look in his eyes is as gentle as ever he checks in on you to make sure you’re okay. Makes you feel precious and cared for. 

The only thing you can do is nod.

“You say stop if it gets to be too much,”  he rasps out as lines himself up against you. 

The first thrust is deep and consuming, and you cry out as the perfect stretch of him has white sparks burning behind your eyelids. You’re so worked up, everything makes a little bit less sense; mind almost a little bit numb. You can barely think straight and you think to yourself ironically, this is probably why they call it being cockdumb. 

And it's not being made better by the way that he’s running his fucking mouth. 

"So fucking perfect,” he murmurs into your ear, rasped and breathless as he nips on your ear. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. So wet and warm. Fuck, you're so tight right now. Always so tight after you come for us."

He stays there, buried inside you to the hilt to allow you some reprieve and to accommodate around him. You can feel his eagerness to move in the way his cock twitches excitedly inside of you. Can tell he’s resisting that very urge when he grips the bedsheets tightly with his fingers until they go bone-knuckled. It strikes heat and pleasure all at once into the pit of your stomach. It’s so good; too much; and it teethers on the edge of the overwhelming. 

A warm hand comes to cup your cheeks. He’s consoling you, brushing away the hair in your eyes, and the touch of it grounds you. “Does that feel good, baby?” 

His eyes are ridiculously gorgeous, deep and rich, you find yourself easily lost in him. All you can see is his sweet half-smile, one corner of his mouth curling upward just for you. All you want to do in your overwrought state of mind is to please him, to praise him on how good he always makes you feel, so you do. 

"So good. Feel so full. No one fucks me like you do, Steven."

He stills. 

From above, you see it, the moment his expression changes. Gone is the indulgent softness. The curl of his full lips turned into a scowl. Those deep rich eyes bleed into sternness fixed with a dark glower. You realise a bit too late that Marc is the one inside you now, not sweet Steven. 

You try to think back. When did his voice change? His accent? His eyes are narrowed instead of wide adoring affection. Everything about his body language is different, must have changed before this, and how stupid is it that you didn’t notice until now? As much as you hate to admit it, you're just a little bit out of it; a little bit come dumb from how the two of them have made you come again and again. 

The next thing you register is the emptiness inside you as he slips almost entirely out of you; until only the blunt tip rests inside you. There’s a look in his eyes, a flash of something determined and almost dangerous, as he adjusts his hips against you. 

There’s no warning as he thrusts all the way back inside, in one long and slick stroke back inside you. Deep and hard. It strikes something absolutely fucking devastating in you until it steals away your breath and makes you cry out. 

“Fuckohfuck, Marc!” 

“That's right, baby.” He leans over with his lips to your ear, voice low and dark and demanding as he rolls his hips, and then grinds deep within you. “Say it again. Who fucks you like this?”

Everything’s sharp and bright inside you; the rush of pleasure that comes with every thrust mind-numbing. You don’t know how Marc expects you to give him an answer; can’t even stutter out the ‘you’ that’s right on the tip of your tongue. Instead all that comes out is a pitiful sob. 

"No? Still not good enough for you?” Marc demands. 

You thought at first, with what little brain power was available to you, that he was jealous, and maybe there’s some of that in there too, but there’s something else. Something almost teasing that makes you think he’s not even all that upset about your mistake. The bastard that he is, he just wants to capitalise on the opportunity to push you to your limit. 

“Our girl is so greedy, isn’t she?” he continues mercilessly, ”Always wanting more. How about—" two hands come to rest on the inside of your thighs, lifting you off the mattress until your legs are hooked over his shoulders as he presses the delicious weight of his body on top of yours, folding you nearly in half. "How about this?"

His voice is pure savage glee, a kid that gets to play and pull apart his toy in whatever manner he wants. Your fingers twist into the sheets, trying to grab on tight because it feels like you are falling off the edge of the very world. Then Marc rolls his hips into you at the devastating new angle and it knocks the breath out of your lungs, tipping you past that very edge. 

It doesn't matter that you're ready to repent. Doesn’t matter that you’re trying to moan your explanation in between insistent, merciless strokes. "That's not— fuck, ooooh shit, Marc, I didn’t mean—"

That man is not letting up, and with how hard you came just mere minutes ago, he's already got you so keyed up that you can feel that all familiar pressure and heat settle against the line of your spine with an alarming speed. 

There’s a brief hesitation in his rhythm, like his concentration was broken for a moment, and you catch him glancing at the mirror. You wonder if Steven's there telling Marc to stop. Steven’s always looking out for you; would do anything for you, and that includes taking care of you in bed. But when you turn your head sideways, the mirror shows you the same perfect reflection of reality it always does. 

If Steven's there, you can't see him. Instead, all you can see is the image of yourself being split open by Marc. How Marc towers over you, with his lean stature. The firm muscles on his back sloping down to the generous curves of his ass like he was a carved marble statue meant to depict the ancient Greek deities themselves. Those thick raven curls furl with heat and sweat against his forehead. He’s so fucking beautiful it’s unfair. 

“You looking for Steven to save you?” Firm fingers grip the edge of your jaw, forcing your gaze back towards Marc. “Well too fucking bad. Steven’s not here. You’re stuck with me.”

Alright, nevermind. Definitely jealous then.

Marc’s next thrust drives a strange squeaking noise from your lungs, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren't so far gone. 

"What was that,—” Marc taunts, huffing out a dark laugh between thrusts, “—did you want me—to stop?"

His voice is unbearably smug, and you almost want to tell him to stop just on principle, but fuck that. You don’t want him to stop. Even though it's so fucking much that it borders on the unbearable. You shake your head frantically. You never want him to stop. “That’s what I… thought,” Marc grits out, thrusting hard on the last word.  

He’s driving up against something perfect and molten inside of you, and heat rises up in you like a tide, seething under your skin. You think you might actually be going to come again, but the sensation is immense, nearly unbearable, and you clutch at Marc, whimpering as it threatens to swamp your already overwhelmed and overstimulated system. 

“It’s alright. You’re alright, baby,” he rasps out, not even slowing down. “You can take it, can’t you? Take it for me like a good girl.” Then he tilts your hips up even farther, and that’s it. You’re done. 

Fierce, electric heat explodes outwards, crackling rapturously through your limbs, submerging you entirely until you lose track of reality for a minute. 

When you come back to yourself, Marc is still thrusting into you. The rhythm of it is soothing, drawing out your pleasure in a way you’ve never known before, like you've hit a plateau rather than travelling up and down a mountain. Distantly you note that everything is a slick mess. That you are soaking Marc’s cock with how wet your cunt is for him. You can feel it leaking out of you with every press and retreat of him inside you, dripping down over the curve of your ass onto the bed sheets.

Then, out of nowhere, Marc does stop.  

The sound you make is damn near inhuman. Fuck, why?? Why is he stopping when all you need is more of him? 

Your eyes flutter open to see Marc staring at the mirror, his full attention focused on his reflection. On Steven. 

You don’t know what Steven is saying to him, but whatever it is, has Marc chuckling. 

He turns away from the mirror with a toothy grin full of mischief, and he leans back down towards you, pressing his mouth close so he can whisper in your ear like it's a secret; like Steven can't always hear him no matter how quiet he's being.

“He wants me to fuck you harder. Stretch you all the way open on our cock. Make you come again.”

You have no way of knowing if that’s true or if Marc is just saying that to get a rise out of Steven. You can’t exactly hear Steven’s end of the conversation. But it doesn’t matter, because Marc’s doing it. 

You don’t know if you want to escape the sensation or demand more of it. But you can’t do either. In fact, you seem to have lost control of your body completely. All you can do is shudder and whine under him as Marc follows Steven’s alleged request and pushes himself hard and deep inside of you—oh God, just like that—again and again. 

The pleasure twines and spreads slowly though your heavy limbs until you're completely drunk on the sensation of Marc's cock driving into you. He’s reduced you to a heap of bones, flesh and skin without any sentient thought left in your brain. Until you have lost all other sensation to the point where you almost miss the way that Marc is murmuring a string of filth into your ear. 

“That’s right, baby. You’re not done yet.” 

You can’t look away from him, the way that sweat is dripping down his collarbone, the mesmerising rise and fall of his chest as his breath is rasping in and out of his lungs. 

“Gimme one more,” he says. “You come on my cock one more time, then I’ll fill you up. Make a mess of you, and Steven can clean you up with his tongue.” 

This man is the devil. 

You don’t know what that makes you when you’re so aroused by the picture he’s painting for you. 

You’re exhausted. Every inch of you feels tender. You have been strummed and plucked and pushed over the edge again and again until all of you has become one single raw overwrought nerve. At this point you’re not even sure you’re physically capable of coming again. But still, white heat sparks and cracks and invades your numb limbs until you’re thrumming with it.

He's rutting into you, hips in an uneven jerking place, grinding as if he needs to get deeper, as deep inside you as he can to stake his claim and never leave. And fuck, you wish he could. You want him to fuck you like this forever and never stop.  

Your cunt flutters around the thick girth of him involuntarily, and it does something to Marc too. He gasps and swears, hips stuttering forward into you, and it's almost enough.... almost... almost...

"Marc..." your voice breathy, pleading, barely recognizable to your own ears.

"Fuck," Marc huffs out. His hips stutter in its pace. If you didn’t know any better, from the way he closes his eyes for a brief moment, as if to gather himself, you’d think his trademark control is slipping. But then he seems to rally himself and pulls back, almost all the way out.

You clutch at him. If he stops now, if he dares to deny you, you swear to god, you will actually kill this man, or failing that, die on the spot in protest. Your fingers digging into the firm meat of his shoulders, sobbing his name. You need—more, need everything, need him, need to— 

“Shh,” he hushes you with a soothing coo, comforting fingers brushing back the sweat-slicked hair clinging to your forehead. “I'm right here, baby. Let go, I've got you.”

His tone doesn’t match his actions. Marc thrusts back in, driving so deep you can fucking taste it, and you dimly realize that you're screaming as the pleasure streaks outward, tearing your world apart.

It’s a flickering light that is dimming and finally dies out from the surge of electricity. Your brain completely loses all higher functions and all that is left is the rush of heat that spreads all over you. It pours and pours until you’re lightheaded and the whole room spins with it. Everything feels blissfully tight; too much and just enough. Then you come.

When you open your eyes, you see those gorgeous dark eyes rolling back, baring the long line of his throat and it’s a beautiful fucking sight. The sharp edge of his jaw, pink pouty lips all shiny and slick from you. You swear those thick sweat soaked curls glisten in the dim light. He’s so ridiculously gorgeous, you can hardly believe he is real. 

Marc isn’t far behind you. His cock pulses, spilling warm heat inside of you with a strained moan. Every muscle in him goes rigid against you. 

Then Marc collapses onto you, arms wrapped all around you as he lands on top of you on the bed, his firm weight resting on top of you. Both of you are a boneless and sweaty tangled heap against the mattress. His firm chest is pressed against you, so close the beat of his heart is hammering against your skin. 

In the silence of your bedroom, your harsh, panting breaths echo as if you just finished the most harrowing marathon of your lives. There’s a gentle hand stroking the plane of your back. It’s so gentle, the touch of it so adoring that you’re not sure if it’s Marc or Steven, but you don’t think it matters much at all.  

As you come down, your senses slowly flicker awake. You can feel the soft gentle comfort of a reassuring touch running along your thighs. A warm hand petting you over the wideness of your hip bones, soft stroking caresses to coax you back down from your high. 

Eventually, your breaths slow, and he pushes himself up, and away from your chest with shaky arms, until you can see his soft gorgeous face that is practically glowing as he smiles down at you. Utterly boyish, utterly charming. 

Steven, you realise. Steven’s back…

“You alright there, love? Was Marc too rough?” His thick brows knit together in worry. An expression of guilt bleeding into his handsome face. 

In your exhaustion, you find yourself still breathless as you try to answer him, “Yeah. No, I’m alright,” you pause, and lower your voice, feeling suddenly, inexplicably shy. “I… I liked it."

At your response, that worried expression breaks out into a beaming grin that makes your heart leap and skip several beats with unadulterated fondness. 

“Good. That’s good, yeah.” 

Steven is a fucking sight onto himself. Your eyes trail downwards, from his chest, that’s glistening with sweat down to his torso and— bloody fucking hell. Your eyes widen at the sight. You don’t even know how, but Steven’s already hard again or maybe he just never went down for the count at all. His other hand is fisting his cock, a slick mess of white lines of cum that’s dripping down the aching length of him as it twitches and jumps with undeterred eagerness. 

“Then, um…. Sorry to ask, but do you think…” It’s Steven’s turn to look down bashfully, then back up at you. His cheeks are flushed with a deep pink; hair, a tousled mess with a pleading expression in his eyes, that you cannot possibly turn down.

“Do you think we could go again? …please?”

Dear fucking God, these men. Steven may be all sweet and polite about it, but deep down he’s just as greedy and demanding as Marc. Maybe worse. 

You’re not sure how you’re going to survive these two, but you’re going to enjoy the ride. 

Dedication and Credits:

@krissology for chasing her dreams with such boundless courage and gumption, I'm forever proud to have a friend like her who is so absolutely fucking fierce and fearless. She's one of the most talented writers I've come across and she is publishing her debut novel Forget Me Now, available for pre-order here. Go support this brilliant human being, you won't regret it.

@thirstworldproblemss to my most beloved and brilliant co-writer, who stays up with me all night and all day to prawn like no one has prawn ever before. I never have more fun than when I am in a google doc with you, screaming about the beauty of this man and writing out the exact same suggestions to each other at the same time.

Your body was still buzzing after both of you had reached your climax. Henry groaned when your nails dug into his back, his hips slowing as he rode out his orgasm. Desperately, you let out a whimper and shook your head.

His cum was so hot inside of you, and it did nothing to extinguish the fire in your center. All it did was make it burn greater. You still needed more. He couldn’t stop now. No way. 

“N-No, don’t stop.” You panted, trying to bring him closer when he went to pull away. “Again.”

“Again? Needy, are you?” Henry breathed, raising a brow with a grin. Although his refractory period was short, he hadn’t even pulled out of you yet. He needed a minute.

You two had been going for hours. The fact that he could make you so needy pleased him. He laughed, trying to catch his breath so he could continue

“Yes, again.” You grunted, narrowing your eyes while he grinned. 

He knew the things he did to you. He knew the constant craving your body had for him. And he loved it. Sick of his triumphant smirk, you pushed him off you.

It was obvious he let you over power him. There was no other way you could have pushed him around. Henry fell onto his back beside you with a hearty laugh, watching as you moved to straddle him. He moaned when you gripped his still hard cock.

Dripping with his cum, you placed one hand over your pussy. This effectively trapped whatever threatened to escape your hole. His cum needed to be savored. You wanted him to double the load already inside you.

You slid down onto him without giving him a chance to recover. Both of you gasped. He went in nice and easy with all of his cum still inside you. You rested for a second, leaning your head back with a moan. When you looked back at him, it was your turn to smirk

“W-Wait…” He whispered, holding you still with his hands on your hips. It looked like he was still trying to recover.

“Sensitive?” You grinned impishly, earning a warning snarl in response.

Henry’s face twisted. His full lips parted and his brows furrowed. You knew he had forced the same expression on your face dozens of times before. When he kept going, despite your overstimulated body.

It was time for a little bit of revenge.

Once more, you started to grind on him with your hips. He squeezed your flesh while letting out a feeble moan. You returned his sound with your own whimper, your hands coming down to rest on his chest. Henry growled when you lightly tugged on his chest hair.

“Watch it.” He warned you, hissing through his teeth as his eyes still remained closed.

“How many times have you made me cum in one night?” You questioned him rhetorically as he groaned under his breath. The answer was a lot. “And you want to stop after just one?”

“It’s different with men.” He grunted at you, making you scoff a little.

“If you can’t handle it, just say so.” You giggled breathlessly, watching his face. His eyes snapped open at that, exactly like you thought they would.

Henry never backed down from a challenge. He lightly dug his nails into the skin of your ass as he growled.

“I can handle it.” He snarled.

Not willing to back down either, you smirked, “We’ll see. You won’t last long.” 

His mouth dropped open when you clenched down onto him. Your pussy’s firm hold on him caused him to yelp. He didn’t seem so confident anymore. Although you could tell he wanted to argue, the vice grip you had on his cock prevented him from saying anything.

You began to bounce. Henry let out loud moans while laying under you. All he could do was hold onto you and let you ride him. So you rode him like your life depended on it.

He bottomed out inside of you each time you shoved yourself down onto his length. The little nubbin at the top of your slit scraped against the heated flesh of his shaft, causing you to gasp. Your walls pulsated around his throbbing dick.

By the way his jaw clenched and his eyes were pinched shut, it was obvious that all of his effort went into not cumming. However, you weren’t about to give up. He wasn’t going to outlast you.

You increased your effort tenfold. Your breasts swung back and forth as you bounced. You knew Henry would have drooled over them had he been looking. 

His skin slapped against your own as you yanked yourself up and down his entire length. The loud moans you both let out almost rattled the windows.

When Henry started to shake, you knew you were winning this little battle. You slowed your hips to a grind and reached behind you to place your hand on his undercarriage. His eyes sprung open when he felt your touch on his balls.

You grinned proudly. As you gave his sack a gentle squeeze, you watched his expression. It made the big, beefy man whimper.

“Ah, fuck…” He hissed when you gave another squeeze, his back arching off the bed. He had to be aching by the way his balls swelled in your palm.

“These are just throbbing, puppy.” You cooed, teasing as your hips never stopped rolling. The nickname made a harsh tremble rip through him. 

“Seems like you’re about ready to cum again. So soon, too…” Your other hand fell to his chest, grazing your thumb over his nipple. He jumped again with a low whine.

The sound only made you squeeze him again. His thighs were trembling, his muscles straining as he desperately tried not to cum. Still, he tried to outlast you. So stubborn. You knew how to break him. 

Pausing for a split second, you rolled your lower half in the way you knew always made him weak. If you were being honest, it also made you weak. His tip grazed the most sensitive spot inside you repeatedly. It was enough to make you cry out loudly.

“You want to fill me up again? I can feel how bad you’re aching for it.” You gasped. 

He loved it when you talked dirty with him. So you gave him filth. 

“Can’t you feel all that cum still inside? Don’t you wanna bust another load in me, puppy? C’mon, do it. One more time, fill me up.” You panted, desperately trying to work both of your overstimulated bodies to climax. 

Your dirty talk worked. With one loud howl, he emptied himself inside you. The sensation was enough to push you over the edge again. Your orgasm ripped through you right after his, making you fall forward onto his chest.

For the first time ever, you recovered before him. You listened to his pitiful whimpers. He shook violently under you as you slowed the winding of your hips. His hands frantically gripped at you, clinging to your form. 

You looked at his face while resting your head on his shoulder. His skin dripped in sweat and brows were furrowed in what looked like pain. The mouthwatering pain of overstimulation, which he made you feel so many times before. It felt good being on the other side of the treatment.

Trailing your lips up and done his neck, you sweetly pulled him out of his orgasmic trance. Your lips softly smooched against his skin. You showed him the same affection he gave you after he worked your body to the limit.

Eventually, his heavy breathing slowed and he opened his eyes. You hummed when he groaned. He pressed his forehead against yours as he tried to recover. His breath tickled your lips, making you lazily kiss him.

“Revenge is so sweet.” You murmured with a smile, tracing his collarbone.

“You’re evil.” He huffed and chuckled as his hand rubbed your lower back.

“Yeah, but you love it.” You giggled, leaning back up.

Both of you hissed when he slipped out of you. Finally, his tender cock was able to begin softening. You stayed hovering over him for a moment, leaving your dripping pussy over his v-line.  

Henry watched as his cum slipped out of you in thick dollops. He moaned when it dripped onto his flesh, looking up at you when you sighed softly.

“Look at the mess you made, puppy. Filthy boy.” You clicked your tongue, still on a power high from hearing him whine for you.

Your words made him twitch again, gearing up for yet another round. How could his body still not be satisfied? His eyes rolled back with a groan. It was going to be a long night.

A/N: I better go eat some grass after this one too 😅

The room erupted with a bunch of “yes’s” and “why’s?”.

“Uhm, yes?” Mark said as a matter of factly, “If someone should be feeding my baby, it’s me.”

“Oh please, it’s just food.” His girlfriend responded with a scoff.

“Just food? Just food?!” He asked and she nodded. “So if we were out with one of your single girlfriends and she fed me, you wouldn’t be jealous at all?”

“Well now, that’s different!” She defended causing everyone to laugh and Mark to scoff playfully.

“How is it any different? It’s the same thing!” He said and huffed.

“Okay, Jaehyun… you are awfully quiet.” Leia taunted.

Your boyfriend sat silently, just smiling at the chaos unfolding. He hummed when the attention was on him and shrugged.

“No, I wouldn't get jealous. There’s no need to.” He said softly, smile still on his face.

“Ooh, what’s that supposed to mean ____?” Jungwoo teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Nothing, I just don’t think there’s anything to be jealous for.”

“So, _____ is not worth getting jealous for? Is that what you’re saying?” Leia teased and Jungwoo followed with an “ooh…”

You looked at your boyfriend who seemed to have a stutter now.

“Th-that's not what I mean. I mean that I don’t have to get jealous cause I know she won’t leave me for anyone else…”

“Hmmm, I see…” Jungwoo scratched his chin and opened his mouth again. “So, if a friend of _____’s did that with you, would you accept it?”

“Yeah, why not? It’s just food…” he shrugged but something about his statement made your heart sting lightly.

“THANK YOU!” Mark’s girlfriend said.

“What about you, _____? Would you accept it?” Leia asked and everyone looked at you intently.

“Yeah, it’s just food…” you said. “Plus, like Jaehyun said, it’s not like I would leave him for someone else. Leave him alone…” and you really wouldn’t, but would he?

Jaehyun hummed confidently and placed a kiss on your temple. He was sure of your relationship and nothing was going to change that—or so he thought.

Now, you all gathered once more, this time at your house. You all sat in your backyard while Jaehyun and Taeyong grilled some meat and a few of the girls prepared some sides and drinks.

“Some of the meat is ready if y’all want to start eating!” Taeyong said and called you over to hand you the plate to put on the table.

“Yo, ____! I didn’t know you had this!” You heard a voice called when you placed the plate on the table for some of your friends to start eating.

“Oh, yeah! My mom saved it and passed it on to me a few months ago.” You smiled at the sight of Johnny holding a photo album.

You both grew up next to each other, which resulted in you being best friends. It wasn’t until you had to leave for college that you were separated for the first time, but it was all good as that’s how you met Jaehyun.

One spring break, Johnny came back with a new friend he had met at his university. He planned on showing him around until he saw you were back too, adding you to their plans. He would definitely say it was love at first sight, he felt like the third wheel during the whole thing—just like he planned.

Jaehyun understood your relationship with Johnny was special, your bond was unbreakable and he knew not to be jealous of your closeness to the tall man. Until tonight.

“Look at you! You truly had the cutest cheeks ever!” Johnny squealed and tugged at one of your cheeks. “Still do!”

“Ew John, leave me alone…” you smacked his hand and laughed. “Look, I can’t believe my mom captured this moment!” You gasped before laughing out loud, catching Jaehyun’s attention, who was helping Taeyong with the meat.

“Oh my God! No! Why would she do that to me?” He screamed when you passed the photo around to the people at the table.

“Nice butt, man…” Mark smirked and giggled.

“Shut up, Mark.”

“I’m definitely saving this one to show your future girlfriend.” You said and he rolled his eyes.

“You should come with me to Chicago one of these days.” You said, “she has been asking for her little John nonstop.”

“I should! I miss her cooking so much. Remember that cake she made us for our senior road trip?” Johnny asked with a smile and Jaehyun started feeling an unfamiliar sting on his chest.

“Yes! It was so good, too bad you ate it all before we even got out of Chicago.” You smiled. “My mom loves you, dude…”

“Can you blame her? I’m the best!“ he said smugly.

“You are…” you said and Jaehyun felt sick.

“Here’s more meat.” Jaehyun came over and placed another plate on the table.

“Baby, are you okay? You look sick…” you asked worriedly.

“I’m fine, I think I’m just hungry.” He answered and sat down in front of you before grabbing your hand that had reached out and kissing it.

“Do you guys want some perilla leaves and lettuce for the meat?” Maria, Mark’s girlfriend, asked.

“Yes, please!” You said and reached to grab the little wooden basket with all the greens.

“Mmm, this is so good, baby!” You said after biting a piece of meat wrapped in a piece of lettuce.

“Thanks…” your boyfriend replied bashfully, making your heart flutter.

Jungwoo and Leia watched intently at the three of you eating—Johnny looked to the side and met eyes with them both.

Leia gave him a thumbs up and Jungwoo a smirk, which Johnny mirrored before looking back at the food. His hand stuck out to grab at the perilla leaves, to their luck, they were 2 stuck leaves.

Jungwoo poked at Leia to watch you again, this time your eyes met and you rolled them playfully.

“Oh, I got two…” the man next to you said and separated the leaves before wrapping one around a piece of meat and giving it to you.

Jaehyun couldn’t help but frown at the interaction, chewing slowly at his rice as he saw you smile and open your mouth for your best friend to feed you.

“Thanks…” you said with your cheeks full and Johnny hummed.

“Be right back, I’ll get us something to drink. Do you want anything, baby?” You asked.

“A beer is okay…” Jaehyun said softly and kept his eyes on his spoon.

You walked over to Jungwoo and Leia, who handed you 2 beers and a soda.

“It’s not working… I’m telling y’all, he never gets jealous…” you said.

“Oh c’mon, ____… all men get jealous of their partners.” Leia said. “He has to get jealous at some point.”

“Now that I think about it, I have never seen him jealous before…” Jungwoo pointed out.

“Do you think he just doesn’t like me enough?” You worry and their faces soften. “Maybe that’s why he said there was nothing to get jealous for…”

“What? Of course not! We were just joking around last week, he adores you.” Jungwoo said. “Believe me, he absolutely loves you.”

“Hmm, I guess…” you whispered and left back to sit with your boyfriend and best friend.

Johnny was the first to notice your change of facial expression since Jaehyun was intently staring at his food since you left.

“Are you okay?” The man beside you asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah… I’m fine.” You gave him soft smile and Jaehyun rolled his eyes at the fact that Johnny noticed first.

“Here, let me make you another wrap.” Johnny said and Jaehyun was about to burst.

He couldn’t understand why he was feeling like this when he swore he wasn’t a jealous boyfriend. Even when he dated his ex-girlfriend, he never felt jealous whenever someone would flirt with her, yet here he was nearly fuming at the sight of your best friend simply giving you a perilla leaf.

A leaf! He was getting angry over a leaf! He absolutely hated the feeling in his chest and stomach, and your soft smile directed at Johnny only made it worse. Of course, he knew Johnny was an attractive man. I mean, most girls in college were in love with him—they also favored Jaehyun, but that’s besides the point because he fell in love with you, but Johnny seemed to be waiting for someone— he just hoped it wasn’t you.

“Jae, baby, I’m talking to you.” You said softly when you noticed he was spacing out, his eyebrows furrowed and an angry pout on his mouth.

“What happened?” He asked softly but still furrowing his eyebrows. He just couldn’t control his face for some reason.

“I asked if you wanted more meat…”

“No, I’m okay. Johnny might want some though.” He rolled his eyes before he could stop himself.

Johnny smirked and continued chewing on his food. You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop a smile from forming on your lips.

Jaehyun looked up to grab some lettuce when your smile caught his attention.

“What are you smiling for?” He asked.

You leaned forward and rest your chin on your hand, smile still on your face.

“Is my baby jealous?” You teased and Johnny chuckled while Jungwoo and Leia attentively watched things unfold from the sideline.

“I don’t get jealous.” He said sternly, again, not being able to control his feelings at that moment.

“Then stop furrowing your eyebrows, you’ll get wrinkles.” You said and stroked the skin between his eyebrows with your thumb, so he could neutralize his facial expression. You noticed his ears getting red as you did and tugged on them lovingly.

“I’m not jealous.” He stuffed his mouth with rice.

“Mhm…” you hummed staring at him lovingly.

“I am not.” He said and his eyebrows furrowed again.

“Okay, we get it! You are totally not jealous.” You said and he stared at you when you reached over to grab a perilla leaf. Jaehyun watched you as you put his favorite meat and banchan on the leaf before rolling it up and putting it in front of his face, waiting for him to open his mouth—but he refused, even though he really wanted to accept it.

“Say ‘ahhhh’” you opened your mouth as if you were talking to a baby and he did, your hand stuffing his mouth with food. “Look at my pretty baby, such pretty full cheeks, hmm…” you cooed and squished his cheeks.

“Stop…” he said bashfully yet he melted in your hands. You could feel his warm cheeks as they got pink.

You could hear your friends giggle at his face, so you decided to move over and sit next to him. He refused to look at you, so you pulled his face towards you and placed a big smooch on his cheek—followed by another and another and another all over his face.

“Hmm, look at my pretty baby all jealous.” You said between smooches. “So cute, hmm, look at your pretty pink cheeks!” You kept on cooing and kissing his face while your friends laughed and hollered.

“Baby, you are embarrassing me…” he whispered and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“Told ya it would work.” Johnny chuckled and left to watch tv in your living room, the people at the table leaving inside to play some board games and leave you two alone.

“I’m mad at you.” You heard him whisper. “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t seem to help it.”

You embraced him and kissed his ear.

“I also hate Johnny very much right now.” He confessed and you giggled. “I hate this feeling, I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.”

“Why do you think it’s that?” You asked genuinely and felt his lips kiss your neck.

“I think I love you too much…” he confessed and softly bit the skin of your shoulder, sending shivers up your spine. “I don’t like sharing. You are mine. Only mine.” He said deeply before lapping at the bite mark.

“Yes, I am…” you sighed shakily when you felt his thumb graze your hardening nipples over your shirt. “Jaehyun, there’s people here.”

“I don’t care.” He whispered and bit your earlobe before looking back to make sure your friends had closed the doors, the glass wall was covered, which meant they had closed all the blinds. “They can’t see us anyway…”

He moved in his seat to straddle the bench and pulled you to do the same—facing him. His hands softly caressed your thighs and pulled them to place your calves on top of his thighs, bringing you closer.

“You’re mine.” He rasped out again, his fingers hovering over the fabric covering your center. “Say it.”

“Say what?” You closed your eyes when he bit your collarbones.

“Say you’re mine.” His hands moved back up to knead at your breasts.

“After you say you’re mine…” you smirked and leaned to kiss his neck, making him groan.

“I am all yours, princess. Only yours.” You grinned and captured his lips in a slow kiss. “Do you have the back house key with you?” He asked.

“Always.” You felt his strong hands grip your ass as he stood up, carrying you over to the little house by the pool.

After opening the door and locking it behind him once you were inside, he turned on the lamp by the guest bed.

“Did you plan this beforehand?” He asked when he felt the cool temperature in the room, the a/c was on and you only turned it one when you wanted to have sex by the pool.

“Making you jealous was all Leia, Woo, and John… having sex was all me.” You said and push him unto the bed.

“Good. Cause I need to do something about the anger I’m feeling cause I can’t shake it off.” He said and pulled you in by the ass.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You asked and felt him smirk against your ribs.

“Fuck the hell out of you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”

“Oh baby, you have no idea.” He bit your breasts over the fabric of your shirt before moving his hands to remove it, leaving you in just your lacy bra. “Look at these pretty tits.”

You moaned when his hands squeezed them and he groaned. Strong hands kept kneading your breasts before his fingers pulled down the cups of your bra, revealing your perked-up nipples for him.

“Fuck…” he groaned and teased the buds with his wet tongue.

“Jaehyun…” he could feel the goosebumps on your skin, it only made him moan against your nipple.

He was always messy whenever it came to your chest. He loved sucking, tugging, biting, kissing, and licking your pretty buds until they were swollen and glistening with his saliva. It was almost funny how much he loved seeing your nipples covered in his slick, the shiny look made you look even sexier.

You heard his slurp around your skin before biting you softly. The action distracted you from what he did next—a hand fell harshly on your ass, making you jump forward and whine out loud.

“You are so beautiful,” he licked and sucked both your tits once more before looking up at you—who stared back at him with droopy eyes and drool almost flowing out of your pretty lips.

“Are you still angry?” You asked and he chuckled darkly.

“Yes, hearing you tell Johnny he’s the best hurt my feelings…” he confessed.

“Awe baby… you know you are the bestest!” You cooed and placed soft kisses over his plush pout.

“Yeah right…” he rolled his eyes and you could see his ears turning pink again. Poking your tongue out you licked his lips softly, the drool pooling on your tongue making it easy to glide it over his plump lips.

Your lips remained on his while your tongue teased his pouty lips.

“Let me show you how great you are, yeah?” You whispered and knelt before him. Soft hands traveled down his body, burying under his shirt to touch his toned body. “So perfect…” you leaned in to press a kiss on his bulge over his sweats.

He could feel his dick twitch when your fingers teased his nipples and your mouth pressed kisses over his pants. He wanted—needed— your warm mouth around him.

The sight of your sparkly eyes and curled lashes while your lips kissed his boner had his mind going crazy. You looked absolutely beautiful kneeled down in front of him.

“Take off your shirt, baby.” You said and he obliged. His toned torso had you salivating.

His pretty milky skin was so soft to the touch yet so manly. Your hand ran down from his collarbones to his belly button, before your head leaned over to kiss him from where your finger left off down his happy trail. The small trail of hair that led to his pants drove you insane. With him, you had found beauty in such a small thing.

“You look so pretty, princess.” He husked when your tongue poked out to lick a strip from the waistband of his sweats to the part right below his belly button.

His eyes followed your mouth, from his belly button to his abs, where you licked and kissed your way up to his chest. You placed a small kiss on the valley of his chest before running your teeth over his skin until you got to the nipple that you were teasing earlier. You didn’t waste any time sucking his bud into your mouth, the feeling of your warm tongue flicking over it making him groan.

“Such pretty sounds…” you whispered and grabbed his face to bring him down for a kiss. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

He bit his lip as he saw you go back down to his pants, this time your hands pulled the waistband of both his sweats and boxers to reveal your treat for the night.

You felt his hand fall on your head, his fingers caressing the strands of your hair while you kissed around his pelvic area.

“You’re all mine.” He said and smirked lazily at you.

“All yours, baby.”

A loud groan left his throat when your mouth engulfed his tip. You stayed sucking the tip of his cock for a few seconds before going down further. Jaehyun kept on petting your hair and panting heavily.

You came up for air and kissed his tip. “Such a pretty cock… so big…” he smirked at your words. “I only want you, baby.”

“Yeah?” He questioned and you gasped when you felt his hand take a grip of your hair harshly. “How bad do you want me, kitten?”

“So so bad, baby.” You breathed out shakily as he smirked. “I nee-“

Your sentence was cut short when he pushed your face down, his cock filling your mouth to the brim. He let out a guttural groan and moved your head at a fast pace.

Tears pooled in your eyes as you clenched around the air. You loved the feeling of having your mouth stuffed with him, sucking him off was one of your favorite things to do. The head of his cock repeatedly hit the back of your throat making you gag a little until he released himself off your mouth. A shiny string of saliva connected your open mouth with his dick and your cheeks glistened with tears.

“So fucking pretty.” He groaned while slapping his hard dick on your face and removing his grip on your hair. “Get up.”

You obeyed the man and stood up, his hands instantly circling you to remove your bra completely before removing your sweats and panties.

“Nobody else will ever touch you like this,” he groaned. His lips hovered over your neck, where he pressed soft pecks up to your jaw and until he got to your ear. “I will be the last to ever fuck this pretty body, princess.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way…” you squirmed under his touch, the feeling of his hot breath on your skin had your knees weak. “Please…”

“Please what, sweetheart?” He asked in a sweet tone, voice still deep as the ocean. Jaehyun kissed your cheek softly waiting for your answer, even though he knew exactly what you meant.

“Please fuck me already…” he smirked against your skin but didn’t budge. “I need you inside me, baby…”

“Hmm, do you deserve it though?” He pondered and rested back on his hands leaving your body unattended.

“Yes, I do…” you pouted and he only smirked.

His eyes closed as if he was thinking real hard about something, but in reality, he just wanted to find a way to punish you for making him jealous on purpose. The feeling of anger was still very much present in his tummy, he couldn’t stop thinking about your voice telling Johnny he was the best. Like, how dare you!

If anyone was the best it was Jaehyun, he couldn’t believe you would tell someone else that. He hated watching Johnny feed you—which he has done countless times before—but tonight was different, he couldn’t stop the heaviness in his chest.

“I don’t think you deserve it.” He said and moved on the bed to lay down comfortably and get under the covers.

The t.v suddenly displayed a sitcom as you stood there by the foot of the bed completely nude and face still fucked out from sucking him off. Your mouth hung open when he started browsing through channels to find something he’d like. The man was butt naked under the covers, with a nude girl—that was just begging to be fucked—in front of him and he was watching t.v., how insane does he have to be?!

“Are you- are you serious?” You asked softly, still confused.

“Yep.” He popped the last consonant. “You are free to join me and watch a movie or you can go back to getting fed by Johnny.”

He really wasn’t going to let it slide. Jaehyun knew nothing of what happened meant anything, but for some reason being petty was the best idea his jealousy-clouded brain could come up with.

“But baby…” you whined and climbed on top of him. As soon as your head rest on his shoulder, his hand reached to pet your hair. “I love you.” You pecked his skin but he only hummed.

Your hands traveled down his body to grip his still wet cock, the feeling of it in your hand was making your pussy as wet as it could get. He didn’t budge, though you could hear him giggle over a joke said on the tv.

“Maybe I should go to Johnny.” You said softly, maybe poking the already angry bear would make him explode and eventually fuck you into the mattress.

“Go ahead.” He simply replied, hand still stroking your hair.

“I bet his dick is huge.” You felt him tense beneath you. “I bet it would feel so nice to be full with-“

“Watch it, sweetheart.” Jaehyun said sternly and you could feel his heartbeat picking up.

“Mmm…” he heard you moan and looked down at you. Your hand was hidden between your legs, stimulating your clit. “I should really give it a try. Just thinking about Johnny filling me up makes me so wet.” It didn’t. And you weren’t thinking of him at all, but you knew it would tick your boyfriend off.

“Okay, that’s it.” His hands harshly pushed you off him and unto the mattress, as soon as your back hit the bed his hand engulfed your throat, pressing softly and making you gasp. “You really wanna get dicked down? I’m gonna show you who’s dick you should be thinking of.” His—and you were, it was all you craved.

A slap on pussy made you yelp loudly. Jaehyun let go of your neck to grab your jaw roughly and lowered his face so it was close to yours, your noses touching.

“You really think this is funny?” He asked but you knew not to reply. “Huh? You think I will let you get fucked by someone else?” You’d never seen his eyes so dark before, but the thrill of being manhandled by him was making you clench around nothing.

Your eyes glistened and he just thought you looked so beautiful like this. His tongue glided over your lips, leaving your mouth open after—your tongue chasing after his.

“Oh? Now you want me?”

“I always want you, baby.” You answered quickly.

“Oh yeah?” Another slap to your pussy made you shut your eyes for a second before approving his question. “You like that, don’t you, baby?”

You could only hum in response, your center aching for the man hovering over you. Chuckling deeply, your boyfriend turned you around before circling his arm beneath your hips to pull them up. Your face pressed against the pillows and your knees held your ass up, showing him how wet you were.

“Look at that. Are you really this needy, princess?” You felt his hands follow the curve from your waist to your hips and eventually your ass. He squeezed your mounds before spanking each at a time, a strangled moan leaving your lips after each spank.

“Is this wet pussy for me or for Johnny?” He cooed, taunting you.

Bucking your hips into his touch you replied with a whine. “For you, only for you!”

“Are you sure, baby? Cause you were pretty into touching yourself thinking about him…” he was teasing you, but you could tell there was a hint of him actually believing you did.

“I’m always thinking about you. I only need you. I only want you!” You moaned when he slapped your ass again.

“Such a needy princess, tsk.” He spanked you one last time before bending down. “Look at this pretty pussy, hmm.”

His lips pressed softly against your labia, the sudden touch to your aching center had you moaning his name.

“Too bad you’ve been bad today… you don’t deserve my tongue.” You whined at his words, it was almost embarrassing how needy you were for the man.

“Honey, please…” he smirked at your face. It was just so stunning—your eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed, and mouth open. Jaehyun loved how your flushed skin looked and he couldn’t wait to hear you scream his name.

He grunted as he slapped his hard-on on your wet folds, earning a moan from you.

“Do you want this baby? Do you want my dick filling you up?”

“Yes, please!” You begged repeatedly, “Punish m- ah!” The sudden snap of his hips against yours had you screaming out in pleasure.

“Fuck, so wet for me.” He growled and his hip movements faltered for a second. “You’re mine. I’m gonna make sure you and everyone else understands it.”

“Jaehyun! Right there, ah~ feels so good!” You moaned, drool falling past your lips and onto the pillow below. He had never seen you drool during sex before, and to be honest it was the first time you’d ever done it.

The position made every thrust of his hips feel like it was done with much force. His cock entered you fully, hitting your g-spot every time. You felt completely stupid, every single thought had left your brain, all you could think about was the fast and rough thrust of his hips and how good he felt inside you.

“Look at my dumb little baby…” his hand stroked your face while his hips snapped into you faster. “What’s on your mind, princess? It looks like you are thinking very hard.” He taunted you.

It was hard to find strength in you to answer with anything else than a moan. “So good… so big inside me.” He moaned your name over and over while he kept a steady pace, but it didn’t feel enough.

“Fuck,” Jaehyun grunted before leaving the warmth of your hole, he wanted you closer. You whined, feeling empty, tears leaving your eyes as you did. “I know, baby, I know. Let me flip you over, beautiful.”

He laid you on your back and dropped his head to hide in the crook of your neck, where he kissed and sucked.

“Mmm, I love that.” You grabbed unto him, nails digging on his back, once he entered you again. His mouth made wet sounds as he sucked on your neck and his balls slapping against your ass was giving your ears a sensory overload.

“Ah- I love you so much.” You moaned and his heart beat faster.

“Yeah?” He huffed out, he was close.

“Yeah…” you whispered and he kissed your lips softly—you could feel butterflies in your stomach as he did.

“I love you more, princess.” He kept pecking your lips, a needy pout on your face as he did.

“I’m so close, baby…” you whined and his hand snuck down between your bodies to stimulate your clit.

“Let go, sweetheart. Cum for me, beautiful.” His lips engulfed yours to swallow your moans. Jaehyun’s eyes shut off as you clenched around him, your hands gripped strongly at his biceps.

“Like that, baby… hmm-“ he grunted and thrust into you harshly making you scream out.

“Jaehyun! Ah!” As if you had been holding it forever, your climax came and washed all over you. He hissed when your nails clawed on his skin, leaving red marks behind.

“Hnng, Jae-“ you tried pushing him away when he kept rocking his hips—the overstimulation was building something else up in your stomach.

“I know, baby… I’m so close, pretty girl.” His groans grew louder—deep and sexy groans that weren’t helping with your issue at hand.

You could feel your second orgasm building up, but you knew it was going to be different and he hadn’t seen this side before.

“Jae- please-“ he shushed you softly and pecked your lips before grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing them up to rest at your sides. The new angle provided him a way to enter you completely, his big dick felt so delicious rubbing against your sensitive walls and you couldn’t hold it in.

“Holy- fuck!” His went eyes wide and you screamed his name and shook beneath him.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!” You tried hiding your face with your hands when a hot gush of clear liquid squirted all over his abs, but he grabbed them quickly with one of his hands.

“Do that again.” He said darkly and dipped his head down to suck on your nipples.

“Jaehyun~” you cried and dragged on the last syllable when he resumed drilling his cock into you.

His mouth was so warm on your skin and his teeth sharp. The overstimulation had you sobbing, crying his name loudly that you were sure your friends could hear at this point.

“AH! JAEHYUN!” You screamed and squirted again, this time he groaned loudly and you could feel his cum filling your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your boyfriend panted before removing himself from you. You were a mess, sprawled all over the mattress, red marks over your skin, teary eyes, and glistening body. “You look so pretty…” he breathed out.

“Hmm…” you whined when his lips pressed soft kisses all over your face.

“You did so well, princess.” Your sleepy eyes clenched his heart. “Was I too rough, love?”

You shook your head and pulled him in to hug you and he chuckled.

“I didn’t know you could squirt.” He said after a few seconds.

“Hmm, I only do it when I touch myself.” You said nonchalantly but his mind flooded with pictures of you touching yourself and making yourself squirt.

“Does that mean you don’t feel good when I fuck you?” He was genuinely curious, not because it hurt his ego, but because he wanted you to enjoy sex as much as he did.

“What? Of course not, baby!” You kissed his cheek. “I hold it in. The first time we had sex I almost did it when I first had you inside me. Dick too good.” He blushed at that.

“How come you hold it in?” It was outrageous! How dare you keep this from him!

“I thought it would disgust you.” You whispered. “The last guy I was with left when I did it and told me I was gross.”

“What? He must be out of his damn mind! That was the hottest thing ever. Don’t ever hold back with me, okay?” He kissed your cheek loudly, making you giggle.

“You know I didn’t mean what I said about Johnny, right?” You asked, wanting to clear that up. “I just wanted to piss you off so you could fuck me.”

“I know, love.” He chuckled and caressed your hair.

“I love you. So much.” You said and stared at him with those pretty sparkly eyes he loves.

“I love you more, princess.”

His warm, soft body felt so nice against yours—you wanted to stay in his arms, kissing him forever but you then remembered the sheets.

“We should clean up before it gets to the mattress.” He whined at your words but helped you up, holding you when your legs almost gave out.

“You good?” He smirked and you hit his arm.

“Yes, now help me put the duvet down.” Thanks to the thick duvet that you didn’t bother to remove, the mattress and sheets were dry.

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.” He hugged you from behind and kissed you.

“Let me get my phone to put some music.” You went to where your clothes were on the floor and bent down to grab your sweatpants, fetching your overloaded phone.

*99+ unread messages*

“Oh no…”

“What happened?” Jaehyun asked sweetly.

“I’m never leaving this room in my life!” You cried out dramatically and he grabbed your phone, scrolling down the blown-up friend group chat before laughing out loud and smacking your butt as you got in the shower.

Message from Mark

‘Can you guys hear someone screaming?’

Message from Leia

‘Yep. Mr. and Mrs. Jeong have been at it since y’all left to get ice cream.”

Message from Maria

‘Damn, is she getting murdered or something?! 😦’

Message from Johnny

‘Murdered? No. Impaled? Yes. 🤩’

Message from Jungwoo

‘Damn he’s loud as fuck too, bout to cause an earthquake with those grunts 😟’

Message from Yuta

‘Can someone tell them to shut the fuck up? I’m trying to beat some ass at UNO and I can’t concentrate 🙄’

Message from Leia

‘Did she just-‘

Message from Doyoung

‘Uhm… what was that. Did I hear that right????’

Message from Sooyoung

‘Must be nice 😪’

Message from Taeyong

‘What’s that supposed to mean???😐’

Message from Sooyoung

‘I love you bby 😚’

Message from Leia

‘AGAIN???? TWICE IN A ROW???’

Message from Taeil

‘What is going on? I just woke up…’

Message from Yuta

‘Jaehyun and _____ are getting freaky… WAY TOO FREAKY MUST I SAY!!! 🤨’

Message from Jungwoo

‘Leave them alone… they are in love 👩🏻‍❤️‍👨🏻’

Message from Jungwoo

‘Goddamn?! Three times in a row?????’

Message from Johnny

‘So she wasn’t lying when she said it was big huh’

Message from Taeil

‘WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?? 🤢🤢🤢’

Message from Taeyong

‘She said what???’

Message from Mark

‘Taeil hyung where are u???’

Message from Johnny

‘Not y’all acting like you weren’t there when she said it.’

Message from Leia

‘I chose to ignore it 😀’

Message from Taeil

‘I’m upstairs in one of the guest rooms, I was peacefully sleeping until y’all started blowing my phone up 🙄’

Message from Haechan

‘Damn, I didn’t know ______ was freaky like that. Y’all hear all that? She’s loud as fuck!’

Message from Johnny

‘The phone woke you up and not ____’s banshee screams?’

Message from _____

‘Leave her alone!!! So what if she’s loud? Mind your own business, nosy mfs 🙄’

Message from _____

‘Not my fault she’s obsessed with this dick 🤪’

Message from Doyoung

‘Ya nasty…’

Message from Yuta

‘I am blocking ALL of you. Starting with Mr. and Mrs. Pornhub 😣”

Message from Taeil

‘I’m gonna go back to bed 🤕’

Today had to be a mistake. A complete mistake.

Who knew daydreaming would end up leading to such a wild demise; something straight out of freaky fanfiction. It’s not as if you could help but circle around the block near half of your Sunday afternoon when Mr. Suh decided to wash his Range Rover, shirtless.

It just wasn’t fair. Despite how much your thighs ache after an hour of peddling around, you couldn’t look away. Cheesy porno music accompanied the thoughts colliding rapidly in your head. The sun seemed to only beam on him like a stage light focused on the show's star.

Johnny tormented you, as well as every woman, and man, with working eyes within a mile radius. Choosing to lift weights in his oversized garage. Most of the time he at least had the decency to wear a tank top with the garage door wide open. Until about mid-way, once he was drenched in sweat. Stepping out onto the driveway to strip and wring out his soaked wife beater. His biceps would ripple, chest tightening down the middle, pecs bouncing as his shoulders would roll back for extra effect. He had to know what he was doing.

You weren’t the only one pretending to stay active while salivating with your gaze glued to the luxurious house placed in the middle of the neighborhood. Johnny drew in quite the audience. Mrs. Lee who would oftentimes hose off the kids skateboarding by, missing the aim completely for her rosebuds. Even Mr. Lee would stand by her side at times, his eyebrows furrowed roughly in concentration. Puffing his chest out further for some hopeless significance of manhood.

Mr. Suh emerged straight out of wet dreams. Rushing home to write nonsense in your diary after the day he finally noticed you. The circumstance was not ideal, having fallen on your bike distracted by the sound of the ice cream man's tune approaching. Patting the pocket on your overalls for coins, something sweet and cold that could help soothe your dry mouth. Saliva exiting after hours in the sun admiring your neighbor.

It’s a page you read over weekly as the years go on. The way Johnny smiled at you while examining your ankle tenderly. Cooing as he said “Ah, you poor thing. Does it hurt badly?”

God. More than he’d ever understand.

The wrapper to the ice cream bar Johnny bought you after helping you back onto your feet posters the next page. Smoothed down and glued, screaming to yourself at the memory of his large hand gently patting the back of your head as you sucked at the fruity ice.

“Be careful will you? It’d be a shame for a pretty little girl like you to stay locked up all summer wearing a cast if you end up getting injured.”

He called you pretty, and that was more than enough to drive you absolutely mad. Diary entries turned into a secret anonymous blog over the years, filled with pornographic images and videos. Typed out private fantasies of your neighbor whisking you away, carried over the threshold as his young wife.

There’s just one problem.

“You’ll never guess who I have a date with tonight.” Your mom exclaims. Jamming her breasts into a garment tearing at the seams.

“Is that my dress?!” You shriek, ignoring her excitement.

“Shut up. When have you ever paid for anything in that closet, hmm?“ she reprimands. Smoothing the too tight fabric gathering at her waist. “You’re going to be so jealous. The hottest single dad in town finally asked me out.”

“..wait, you mean..” you near gag. Sitting up from your bed, gawking at her tawdry appearance with disgust.

“Yup.” She goes on boasting. “Finally snagged Johnny Suh’s eye.”

“You?! But!—“

“Tsk, don’t act so surprised you little brat.” She snickers. Painting a bright red lip on, finishing with a wink. “I know how much it's breaking your little heart that the first love of your life will be buried 9 inches deep inside me in less than 6 hours.”

“Why would he ask you out?!” You fret. Having to mute your vengeful tongue from throwing out an insult with the question.

“He goes to the gym I joined last month. I’ve been planting the seeds, watering and attending to them daily. They’re finally growing, mother knows best darling.”

“Disgusting..” you quietly mutter. Appalled by the way your mothers curves fill out your clothing better than you ever have.

Johnny was off limits, didn’t she understand that? He wasn’t just the first love of your life. Johnny Suh had become the only reason you even woke up everyday.

The day your father had discovered your mother sleeping with the young man that used to mow the lawn and pretend to trim the hedges should have been a terrible memory. They screamed at each other, arguing all day about who should get the house out of the divorce. Shouting to the high heavens until your head throbbed and you decided to step outside.

That’s the day a young single successful man named Johnny Suh moved into the neighborhood with his son. A house that had been under construction for what felt like years finally completed. Moving trucks covered most of your view as you walked by. Too curious for your own good, you snuck between the trucks to find a spot that would still conceal you enough to find out who’s moving in.

That’s when you first see Jeno. Zipping through the three car garage on rollerblades with a wide smile taking over his face. He has to be about your age, and clearly athletic. Not once stumbling as he spins on the rows of wheels.

“Son, can you do that out on the sidewalk? You’re getting in the movers way.”

Jeno wasn’t just getting in the movers way. He was also in your way.

While your mother finally forcing Johnny to ask her out on a date threw a wrench into any of your hard manifestations, Jeno was a whole other issue.

Jeno isn’t just an issue, he’s a nightmare. Some may say it’s your fault— it’s not.

The entry in your diary skirts over the first time you meet. Jeno transferred to the local school district later on. His dad allowed him to finish junior high with his friends. While you passed each other many times while playing outside, interactions never surpassed more than eye contact.

That is until the first day of your Freshman year. Jeno sits behind you in homeroom, clearing his throat before tapping your shoulder.

“Hey, aren’t you my neighbor?” He asks, voice just entering puberty and cracking mid-sentence.

“Uhm..Yeah, I think so?”

Jeno scoffs, placing his feet on the back of your seat, leaving footprints on your uniform skirt to find later when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom.

The thing about Jeno is— he’s perfect. Adapts easily, instantly worshipped by all. Every girl wants to date him, every guy wants to be his friend. Jeno is cool, he’s attractive, he always sports the latest in high-end apparel. Uniform accessorized with coats and jackets that cost more than your tuition. He’s amazing, funny, good at everything he tries from the first attempt.

Jeno’s used to everyone fawning over him, that is until you don’t.

“You think so?” His eyes roll to the side. Shoving strands of your loose hair off his desk. “You pass by my house everyday. Got a crush on me or something?”

“Ew. No.” You snap, inching away from the toes of his shoes digging into your spine.

“I think you do.” Jeno says in a rude manner. Pencil poking your shoulder blade from behind matching up the mean laced tone in each syllable. “You’re not exactly my type though. I like girls with confidence, who know how to put themselves together.”

Jeno leans over, nose scrunched up. Eyeing you up from your worn down sneakers to the loose thigh high socks unkempt with fuzzy wads of fabric from too many washings. He snorts softly, leaning back into his seat again with a smirk. Scribbling something quickly before crinkling it up and throwing it at your head.

“Ow!”

“Shhh,” Jeno winks, nodding to the balled up piece of paper that lands in your lap. “You have mail.”

The note reads ‘Virgin? Check Yes or No.’

“What?” You mutter, shooting your neighbor a glare. Shredding the note up to be forgotten, returning to focus on your studies for the day.

“Knew it.” Jeno announces loud enough, inching over his desk for his lips to reach the shell of your ear. “Virgin written all over you. Who’d fuck you anyway?”

The unfortunate thing is, Jeno never let that moment go. Throughout high school he made sure to let everyone know that you are unfuckable. Good for nothing but finishing his assignments.

The reality is you tried to date, hooked up with various guys from your school. Even some of Jeno’s friends, but it was never enough for you to let any slide all the way home.

Boys your age could never compare to Mr. Suh. The thought of losing your virginity to anyone besides Johnny made you nauseous, no matter how delusional it was.

Between Jeno’s endless torment following you to college and your mother’s budding relationship with your childhood crush, the situation had begun to seem hopeless.

That is until your 18th Birthday.

“Johnny’s coming over for dinner later.” Your mom informs you while cooking up your favorite meal. The only way she’s spoiling you today.

“What??” Jumping up in your seat, you nearly choke on the water you’d been sipping on.

“I invited him, we’ve been seeing each other for 6 months now. Things are getting serious, it’s time you two properly meet. Johnny’s been suggesting it for weeks.” Your mom faces you, a wooden spoon waving your direction sternly. “I don’t want to hear no lip from you about it.”

As if you cared to argue over the news. Your only concern immediately shifted to what you could possibly scramble together from your closet for the evening. The sweats you’d lazed around the house in all day would no longer suffice with the Johnny Suh sitting across from you.

Neither would the grease that had collected on your T-zone. Leave it to your mother to spring this information on you with only two hours to prepare before the love of your life showed up.

Typical, as if she’d ever allow for you to upstage her. Even on your Birthday— very well could be any other day according to your mother.

A crop top that sat just at the top of your ribs and a high waisted pleated skirt would have to be enough. If she’d had the decency to inform you sooner, you could have begged for money. Made a trip to the mall for an appropriate outfit that would impress Johnny more than this.

“Are those my boots?” You mother’s brow quirks as you move around to set up the table. “What have I told you about borrowing my belongings??”

“None of my shoes look good with this..” you mumble under your breath. It’s not that nothing looked good, but every scuffed up pair of sneakers you tried out only seemed to amplify your immaturity. This was your entry into adulthood after all, in more ways than one.

“Go take those off righ—“ she starts with a furious gleam in her eye. Saved by the bell as the front door rings. Earning a squeal from your mom, jumping up to kick her ankles together before removing the apron she’d worn to cook. Smoothing the much too form fitted dress down her hips, making her way down the hall with hips swaying left to right to greet your special guest.

Mr. Suh’s warm greeting echoes off the walls, Italian leather footsteps following along with the click of your mother’s heels back to the dining room.

He’s wearing a tailored deep grey suit, white button up done up to his neck. Long and elegant where he stands at the entrance with hands in his pocket dawning a gentle smile. Hair coiffed, held away from his face to bring his cheekbones forward. Jawline sharp enough to cut through paper, enhancing his long sensuous eyes. The only man that could ever hold a candle to him, none other than Eros; the Greek god of carnal love.

“Fuck me.” You whisper with pursed lips. Subtly sucking at the drool trying to find an escape route down your chin.

“We finally meet!” Johnny exclaims, stepping forward with a hand held out. “You know what, I feel like I already know you!”

He throws himself toward you, knees bending slightly to gather you in a giant bear hug. Wind knocked out your chest more from the shock than the pressure. Enough to have you gasping where your lips land on his bicep, bulging under the material of the crisp Armani suit.

“Ah..yeah.” You stutter, looping an arm around his trim waist. He’s firm—years of exercising to maintain his build evident, dizzying scent, warmly hugging you with the majority of his torso covering your daintier frame. “It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Suh..”

“Don’t be silly, you can call me Johnny.” He beams down at you proudly. Stepping back to scan your features. Gaze dragging lower to your chest fast enough to nearly miss, not that you do.

Dinner goes smoothly enough. Your mother spending most of the time chatting about her week, how much her patients love her and complain whenever she’s off from work, how tired she is after 14 hour long shifts.

“Why won’t you let me treat you to a spa day?” Johnny pouts, gripping her shoulder with a digging palm to loosen the tension.

“You spoil me soo much, how can I possibly ever gift you anything that could compare?” She tuts, batting her eyelashes at him. Making your nose begin to scrunch in disgust, only fully crinkling after Johnny’s response.

“I think you and I both know what you can provide me is better than any gift honey.” He adds with a wink. Locking your lips to not let out a repulsed gagging sound. “Dinner was so delicious, why don’t you go find a movie? We will handle this mess.”

Johnny nods in your direction, pointing over the plates scattered with leftovers needing to be washed.

Did he really just offer for you to clean up this mess? On your Birthday??—

“Ah, you’re too good to me.” Your mom sets him with a giant wet smooch. Smirking at you over her shoulder as she heads to the living room upon Johnny’s instruction to take a ‘load off’ for her exhausting hard work. Sickening.

Before Johnny moves you scurry to stack the plates in front of you, coming to a halt as his large palms wrap over your wrist. Squeezing a sound of disapproval out and shaking his head.

“I’ll take care of them sweetie. Follow me over to the sink for a bit, yeah?”

It’s nerve wracking standing at his side, shadowed by his mass body in comparison to yours. Johnny removes the suit jacket, uncuffing the sleeves of his top to roll them up to his elbows. He takes time washing each plate, the veins up and down his arm flexing against his contracting forearm muscles. Passing you the clean plates to dry off and place in the cabinet above your head.

“I have something for you.” Johnny’s cheeks tint a light pink. He pats his arms dry, cleaning between the two rings on his index and middle finger. “It’s your Birthday, would just be rude of me to show up without a gift.”

“O-oh Mr. Suh, I really wasn’t expecting anyth—“

Johnny’s index finger presses to his lips releasing a light ‘shh’. He reaches inside of his pocket pulling out a long rectangular black velvet box. “I hope you’ll like it.”

The box opens up, unclasping softly displaying a thin brilliant diamond tennis necklace. “You don’t seem to be wearing any jewelry, that’s a shame. A beautiful girl like you deserves the best.”

The action leaves you speechless with your jaw on the floor. This had to have cost him a fortune, already shaking your head trying to function enough to tell him to return it.

Johnny moves around behind you while you try to process your thoughts and remember how to speak correctly.

“Can I?” He mumbles quietly. Nodding a yes to whatever he’s asking. He bundles your hair to one side, draping the thin diamond chain around your throat, eliciting a chill down your spine when the silver meets your skin. “I knew this would look gorgeous on you.”

You think it’s an elated sigh passing between his lips. Irises twinkling as he takes in the way the necklace reflects against your skin. Once again lowering his gaze, this time much more obvious.

“Happy Birthday pretty.”

That’s only how it begins.

Johnny becomes another member of your household after that day. He sleeps over some nights now, making little to no effort to hide his grunts between your mother’s high pitched pig like squeals while he fucks her into the matress night after night, even some mornings. Shamelessly standing around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of low fitted boxer briefs hours later sipping coffee. Fixing you with a large toothy smile and lingering eyes as you munch on breakfast.

It gets worse for you from there. The amount of times you find him shirtless in the living room drenched in sweat working out to kick boxing videos becomes predictable. Each day begins to melt into the next. Nearly passing out when you find him in the garage covered in greasy oil tuning up your mother’s car. He’s everywhere, filling your perverse thoughts with new ideas. Scenarios where you somehow fall, accidentally, landing face first between his glistening pecs.

When your wrist cramps in study hall one day you near breakdown. A diligent student through and through losing sleep to secret desires over your neighbor. Your mom’s boyfriend, jackhammering your clit off every night to the faded memory of his grunts of exertion. The dip in his waist as his hips swiveled with each punch. The trickle of sweat languidly rolling down the center of his broad back, landing in smoke at the top of his nut hugging spandex workout attire.

He’d be the death of you.

“Who taught you to cut fruit like that?” Johnny laughs, head shaking as he approaches closer. The large knife in your hold trembles. Fingers sticky with juices spilling from the apple you’ve sliced in half.

“You’ll hurt yourself that way.” His tongue clicks in disapproval. Moving to stand behind you, engulfing your smaller stature with his arms draped over yours. He takes control of the knife by placing his palm on top of yours. Fingers wrapped tightly, lowering his chin to your shoulder to whisper closely near your ear.

“You gotta do it like this. Hold the apple in place on the cutting board sweetie.” Johnny drawls, maintaining your attention on his side profile instead of anything he’s trying to show you. “Dice them up into 8 halves.”

Blinking upward, his eyes fall half-lidded catching your focused gaze. Bottom half digging forward into your lower back, prodding down the middle.

“Ah!” You hiss, ripping your hand from the apple. The tip of the knife knicks you, too caught up in the waft of your mother’s boyfriends cologne to care about your well-being.

“Ah, you poor thing,” Johnny takes a step back to spin you around to face him. Lifting your hand up with a light grip on your forearm. “Does it hurt badly?”

The words echo through your mind, recited slowly. Unlocking the memory as his smile grows at the end of his question. Head tilting to the side with a knowing look before pressing closer to you, making you gasp for air. He smirks, grabbing a paper towel from the rack behind you. Digging into your hip hard below his waist, taking his time to fold the paper towel before pressing it to the small cut on your finger.

“What am I going to do with you?” Johnny’s tongue drags along his upper teeth, poking from the corner of his mouth. “A clumsy little thing like you really needs someone to take care of them. Isn’t that right sweetie?”

The only way to describe your response is completely dumbfounded. Gaping like a fish out of water to come up with a fast answer. You swallow, nodding, ducking your chin to hide the rise of embarrassment evidently displayed on your face.

Johnny coo’s, stretching fingers to stroke up your jaw. Tugging at your empty earlobe. “With the way things are going, I’ll have to do my best to watch after you. Daddy will have to make sure his little girl can handle the pain.”

That ended up being the most sleepless night of scavenging various websites for the perfect daddy dom videos. Waking up with nothing but guilt filled post-orgasmic clarity and cramped fingers.

It’s impossible to say Johnny was messing with you on purpose. Your own fantasy muddled mind could be playing tricks on you. Making innocent harmless actions a bigger deal than they should be.

That is until Jeno’s 19th Birthday.

“We have an announcement.” Johnny clears his throat. Patting his lips clean with the much too expensive reusable napkin the waiter had laid out on your laps once seated.

Jeno grumbles at your side, more than annoyed to be spending the evening at some 5 star Michelin steak house restaurant with his dad and his latest arm candy(your mother). $100 meal on his plate or not, his plans to get fucked up all night with his friends and the self-proclaimed sorority of ‘Jeno groupies’ had been abolished once his father told him to get dressed.

“An announcement?” You sit up sharply, mumbling quietly. Fidgeting beneath the table cloth as your eyes jump back and forth between Johnny’s hand linked with your mother’s. Not that..anything but that..

“You see kids,” Johnny begins, golden irises coated with spackles of orange glitter from the candlelight placed at the middle of the table. “We’ve been together for 11 months now. Everything has been going great, I’ve never been happier really.”

Your mother fans herself, blinking away the moisture gathering at the backs of her eyes. Johnny smiles with a reassuring squeeze on her fingers. “Because of this, we have decided it’s best to take the next step and live together.”

Jeno’s fork and knife clatter first followed by the sound of a shocked ‘WHAT?’ passing from your lips.

“Dad, are you fucking kidding me??”

“Language!” Johnny snaps quickly, fixing Jeno with a crazed gaze before smoothly returning to his happy-go-lucky calm state. “This weekend, you and your mother will be moving into my house.”

He nods in your direction. Jeno cursing under his breath a ‘fuck this’. Johnny continues to explain how much he wants to take care of the both of you. How tired your mom always is after work, stressed over the mortgage, your college tuition.

He wants to help, he wants you all to be a happy family. At least that’s what he says.

It could be worse, you ponder as you begin to unpack your things in your new bedroom. Twice the size of the one your grew up in with triple the closet space and your own bathroom.

Yes, it could be worse. He could have proposed. But he didn’t, and there was still hope that he wouldn’t..

Sure, Jeno’s bedroom just happens to be right across the hall from yours. Sure he already greeted you this morning with something that sounded like ‘hey ugly’.

Maybe he’s made your life a complete living hell since his Birthday.

What’s a bruised elbow after getting shoved into lockers on your way out of class anyway? It will heal fine.

If only Johnny hadn’t insisted for Jeno to drive you to school as well.

“Jeno, you can’t let pretty girls like this take public transport. Where are the manners I raised you to have, son?”

While that had your stomach doing back-flips, Jeno sang a much different tune.

“You know I’m not pulling into that parking lot with you in my car right?” He says without looking at you. Rapidly drumming his fingers along the steering wheel.

“But, your dad sai…”

“Fuck what that old man said.” Jeno scoffs. Jerking into an abrupt park. “He’s out of his mind. Get the hell out of my car.”

That’s how you end up with a sweaty nape during the last two weeks of September classes. Jeno would drive you far enough from his house for no neighbors to notice. Far too many who made an effort to hold conversations with his dad and rat him out somehow.

No, he’d drop you off 5 miles out; having to chase after the only bus that stopped nearby after. Panting and out of breath jammed between bodies of people rushing to work, the high school students half-asleep still, or the randoms on casual early outings. No one from your school would be caught dead on public transport, you didn’t have much of a choice though.

“I can’t take her home after school dad, I have football practice.” Jeno mutters. Poking the vegetables on his plate side to side.

“That is true..” Johnny sighs, rubbing his chin. “I suppose I can schedule my lunch later in the day? Your school’s not too far, should be enough time to get you back home safely.”

Johnny’s too nice, way too nice.

That’s all you can think sat in his car with your thighs tightly clamped together. Gripping on the door handle to stop yourself from oogling the flex in his forearms maneuvering the steering wheel as he drives you back home.

“You’re a smart girl. Your mom’s always talked about what a good student you are.” Johnny breaks the silence first with his gaze focused on the road ahead. “I wish Jeno cared about his academics more. Partying with his friends seems to be all that he wants to do anymore.”

“I needed a scholarship.” You whisper, playing with a loose thread on your uniform skirt. One you had to purchase from a former student at a discounted price. “Mom can’t cover the full tuition on her own. I’ll lose it if my grades slip.”

“That must put a lot of stress on your shoulders..” Johnny nods. Pulling into the driveway. He sets the gear into park turning to face you. “Don’t worry about that anymore. I’m taking care of you now.”

“Wha—“

“You and your mom.” Johnny smiles calmly. Reaching over and laying his palm on your upper knee. Thumb rubbing caressing soft circles. “You’re so young, you should be able to have fun too.”

“But, Mr. Suh I—“

“Johnny.” He interrupts, squeezing your thigh just above your knee. “I can tell you’re a really a good girl..”

He pauses, taking time to look you over. Fingertips grazing upward just beneath the hem of your skirt. Gripping the tender flesh at your inner thigh. “..you need to destress. Have fun like other teens your age do. School comes first, but let me handle the grown up things. You just keep your grades up in return, deal?”

He stays true to his word. Johnny makes no qualms about paying for any of your expenses. Even offering to open up a credit card for you to use— in case of emergency of course, and by emergency he implies ‘anything your heart desires’.

You know he means it when he asks you to go to the mall one day after school. Needing to acquire a gift for the anniversary with your mother coming up soon, he thinks you can help him find something she’d really love. You are her daughter after all..

“Which one do you think your mom would like best?” He’s looking through a case of earrings, thank fucking hell. Hesitating slightly enough to cause an uproar of panic in your chest when you pass by the rings. “..does she like pink?”

“Pink?” You’re ripped from your rushing thoughts, nibbling at your thumb nail while lost in your admiration. Johnny looked quite striking today despite his laid back appearance. He’s simple for once, in a hoodie and baggy jeans, raising his arms up in a long stretch that gives you peaks of the planes of his abdomen, the brand name on his boxer briefs. “Yeah yeah..pink..sounds good.”

“Shopping for an anniversary gift it seems?” The jeweler behind the counter eavesdrops, smug as he taps on the glass. “How many years are you two celebrating?”

Johnny stands up straight, speaking up before you can muster up something to say. Slinging an arm around your waist, he pulls you close to his chest. “Two years, can you believe it?”

“What an attractive couple!” The salesman covers his mouth with an obnoxious gasp. “Do I hear wedding bells?”

Johnny squeezes you deeper into his side, looking down at you with a wide smile. “If I’m lucky.”

Another loud gasp. “Look at that necklace! Oh I have the perfect pair of earrings to go with that lovely piece.”

“Oh no no it’s oka—“ you start, also gasping as Johnny plants a kiss to the top of your head, just barely missing your forehead. Too confused by the conversation at hand and your overwhelmed emotions shouting because Johnny’s holding you.

“Anything for my princess. Let’s see them!”

Johnny insists you try on the pair of $7000 diamonds. Tugging softly on your earlobe, mumbling something about how bare they are. “Try them on, let me just see how they look sweetie.”

“I..” his lower lip pops out in pout. Widening his eyes and blinking cutely. “Okay..”

Biting down a whimper from his random adorable response, you move to the mirror. Sighing with shaky hands to push the needle in your ear. Fearing you’ll drop one of the precious gems like an idiot. Positive you’ve never held— let alone touched anything this expensive.

“I really like how those look on you.” Johnny sucks on his upper lip, biting the meat between his teeth. Flitting over the soft column of your neck with intrigue. “He was right. They go perfectly with the necklace.”

“They’re..they cost more than my tuition..” you say, met with a confident smirk over your shoulder. Catching Johnny’s gaze in the mirror placed before you.

“What have I told you about the price of things?” His palm rests on your upper back, slowly inching down ending right above the curve of your ass.

With a hushed sound of surprise you lightly nod. “The price of things don't matter.. I’m more important than the price of anything?”

“Exactly sweetie.” Fingers creep just a bit lower, digging into the perky mound just beneath. “Daddy loves to see you happy. No matter what the cost.”

He sends you out of the store to pick up some of your mother’s favorite candies. Never allowing you to read the receipts or hear the price total. Johnny has a good job you suppose, he works from home, and seems to have a flexible schedule. He’s smart, cunning, quick on his feet. Well studied to know how the human brain functions. The more you come to learn about him, the harder it becomes to deny your deepest desires.

Finishing your assignments faster means more time to dedicate to your favorite website. Tumblr has become your hidden sanctuary to escape and deep dive into your fantasies. Ranting everyday about your mother’s boyfriend, your older neighbor, Mr. S who makes your heart throb from every pulse.

Venturing into x rated sites helped, it was only a matter of time before daddy dom and teenage virgin searches turned into sexy step dad using his step daughter. Even if the thought of Johnny marrying your mother brought you to tears, the idea of a step-father had you curious enough to find yourself watching nonetheless.

‘Today Mr. S bought me earrings. He touched me and complimented my beauty again. Sometimes I really wish he’d do more. Sneak into my room at night and fuck me awake. Make me scream into my pillow while reminding me that I’m not just any pretty girl, but I’m his pretty girl..

Oh and I really want him to fuck me full of cum until it’s shooting out of my nose.’

You type the last bit at rapid speed when your mom’s voice shouts for you to come eat dinner. Biting down on your lip and adding the tag- ‘Mister S’ little slut’.

She calls again, screaming louder until her throat cracks. Running from your bedroom at another shout of your name, you shove your laptop down, missing the sound of it clicking shut. Jogging to the bathroom to splash water on your heated skin before earning curious questions over dinner.

“I’ll get her honey.” Johnny smiles sweetly, waving for her to take a seat before running up the stairs. He knocks on your door, nose poking in with a glance around. Pushing the door left slightly ajar open the rest of the way, he steps in, peeping a look into the bathroom. “Hmm.”

Shrugging he turns to leave, foot paused as he catches your lit up screen. Laptop halfway shut and unfortunately at full brightness. The moving image of nude bodies throttling together sparks his interest the most. Reaching over to quietly close your door before opening up the device.

The pornographic images have him shocked at first, but reading the texts posts between has Johnny’s jaw on the floor in seconds.

‘Mr. S?’ He repeats the nickname in his head, pulling out his phone to get a photo of the URL. Placing your laptop back in place, completely shut this time before making a silent exit. Everything left untouched to never indicate anyone else’s presence.

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Dinner goes as usual, your mother oversharing stories from her day at work. Whining about how much her feet hurt. Johnny letting her know he’d rub them before bed once he wraps up a few things in his office. Jeno sits at your side with headphones on, tapping his phone screen as he plays some mobile game between bites. Mumbling curses here and there to himself.

“Any dessert my love?” Your mother asks Johnny, failing to acknowledge your existence.

“Oh honey I wish!” He pats his stomach dramatically. “Think I will burst if I eat more. Maybe a cup of tea to get me through these next two hours?”

“Of course, anything for you.” She winks, crumbles of dry mascara fall to her cheekbones. Picking up only hers and Johnny’s dirty plates to clean.

“Come to my office after you wash up.” Johnny turns to you out of nowhere, having not once looked at you throughout dinner. His lips fall into a flat line, fixing a quick glance toward Jeno. Mobile gaming sounds blare past his headphones. Johnny clears his throat returning to look at you, speaking to you in a serious tone. “We have to talk. Don’t mention it to your mother.”

He moves to the kitchen shortly after. Leaving you sat there lost with your mouth hung open. Jeno flicks your chin pulling out a headphone.

“Isn’t it enough you gawk at me all day at school?” He sneers. “Now you get to drool over me in the privacy of my own house.”

“I don’t like you like that.” You glare in return, reaching to grab his mostly empty plate. Jeno had instilled fear in you for years by now, you cleaned up after him without question.

He stops your movement, grabbing onto your upper arm, licking across his bottom lip. “But you do like me.”

It’s not a question. He’s expectant, waiting for a response. Receiving nothing but an eye roll before you head into the kitchen. Johnny already retreated to his home office as your mom rests on the couch with her feet up catching up on some new drama she’s hooked to.

Timidly you walk down the hallway to Johnny’s office. It’s built for him to work peacefully. Two large wooden doors always shut when you walk by in the afternoon. No voices or sounds emitting past the walls despite the hours he spends on video with patients crying over their parents never showing them proper love.

Raising your fist to knock multiple times, you pace back and forth for a few minutes wondering what he could want. His behavior over dinner had been..different. He didn’t even ask you about the assignments you completed today like he normally did.

Taking a deep breath you reassure yourself it’s probably nothing. You hope it’s nothing. Knocking as softly as you can.

“Yes, come in.” Johnny calls out, just barely reaching your ears. Hand already on the doorknob prepared to barge in and find out what you’ve done to upset him whether he answered or not. He nods as you enter, waving in the direction to the door behind you. “Lock it please.”

Fidgeting you make to turn the door handle quickly. Directed to sit in one of the leather seats in front of Johnny’s work desk. He’s wearing his glasses, appearing older than his years whenever he does. Reminding you that he is not actually some college senior you’re lusting after— but a much older man who could very well be your father.

“Have I done something wrong?” You question meekly. Shoulders slumped mentally preparing yourself for trouble.

Johnny’s gaze is cold when he meets yours. Even behind the lenses, his eyes carry none of his usual softness.

“Can you explain this to me?” Johnny leans over, turning the large computer screen on his desk to face you. Met with a brightened display of your tumblr blog. Moving photos of lewd sex acts jump off the screen at you bulging your eyes out of the sockets. Scooting out from the leather chair with a jump you almost land on your ass. Hanging off the seats ledge in fear.

“Oh my God! Wha—I….” You start to blabber in panic. Body overcome with a whirl of tremors rocking up and down your limbs. “Ho-how! I..I-I..I can explain!”

Johnny’s lips purse together in thought, shoulders lifting and falling with a lame shrug. Sitting back further in his seat he nods motioning for you to continue.

“Explain.”

“I—I…I—“ it’s a lie of course. You can’t explain it at all. The thought of Johnny discovering your darkest secrets never once crossed your mind. Academically smart makes no difference when your brain is useless for anything else. The tears spew out past your control, falling down to your knees shouting out pleads. Mixed somewhere between groveling whimpers and snot filled sniffles.

This was it, this was the end.

Johnny’s smiling to himself, letting out a long loud drawn out sigh ensuring you still hear it over your incessant humiliated tears. He stands up, circling around his desk. Leg crossing on top of the other, arms crossed on his chest letting you wail like you did the first time he found you. Ankle trapped in your bike chain, tear stricken with fear that you’d twisted it. He never forgot, pretending to never notice the way you’d circle by on your bikes that changed over the years.

Innocently naive, sweet, ready to be trained.

He lets your tormented sounds wash over him. Rolling his eyes shut, enjoying it more than he should. Knew you’d be a cryer, sensed your submission from early on. A smart girl ready to absorb and learn. Exactly what he needs.

“There there now.” Johnny coo’s, lifting you to face him with palms cupped under your chin. Staring up with blurred giant watery eyes. Feeling himself twitch against his inner thigh at the devastating vision of you distraught in tears. “I understand sweetie.”

“Y-you d-do?”

“Of course.” His tongue clicks, biting at his lower lip to contain a smile. “You’re just so pure..”

Bending down, Johnny grabs you around the waist to set you on weak ankles. Keeping you held up in place with an arm belted around your waist. He reaches for a tissue from behind on his desk. Pouting cutely as he begins to wipe your cheeks.

“Inexperienced perhaps?” He lets his question drag, waiting for your admission. With droopy eyes you focus on the slight rise and fall of his chest, feebly nodding. “Have you ever?”

All you can do is shake your head ‘no’. Too embarrassed to speak, tongue swollen from your cries. Johnny’s pleased you’re too shy to even look at him right now, unable to hold back his grin this time. He knew it, virgin written all over you.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s a good thing.” He says calmly.

“I-it is?” You glance up, receiving a warm smile. Johnny takes the time to sit you back down. He squats before you gathering your hands together in his.

“Of course, a good thing for a good girl like you..” he trails off, releasing a sound of dismay. “..but this online public journal of yours, it’s concerning. I have to tell your mother about this.”

“No! Johnny please!” Shooting up ramrod straight you clasp around his fingers. Vocals coming out as soft and sugary sweet as you can muster. “You can’t tell her! I’ll do anything!”

Johnny has to blink repeatedly to contain his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. It was almost too easy, you played right into his hands better than he could have ever planned for.

“I have an idea sweetie.” He sighs, lifting your fingers to look over your bitten down nails. “I’ve observed you for months now(years). You’re stressed, you don’t enjoy the things other teens your age do. All you do is lock yourself up in your room and study, suppressing your hormones. I’ve helped similar cases before in different ways..”

Johnny moves to stand up, he cups your cheeks sweeping away the droplets of new tears that still slip out. Gently smiling as he goes on. “I seem to be the root of your problems here. I want to help.”

“Do-do…do y-you think I need therapy?” You wonder, doing your best to control your throat from cracking. He sucks in air, head tilting to the side in thought.

“..Something like that angel. I think some one on one time could really help you.” He steps back releasing your face. Burning in the aftermath of his touch, Johnny taps the computer screen to remind you of your current dilemma. “You want to do these things you post about, am I correct?”

“Y-yes..but..” you start, chewing at the insides of your cheeks nervously. “..but I try to with..boys my age..”

“You want to try these things with me?”

It’s impossible to not choke on your saliva. The room spinning around you as if you’ve been dragged into a dream, or a nightmare. Swiftly nodding your head up and down, signifying ‘YES!’

Johnny leans over, grabbing the computer’s mouse to scroll the first page of your tumblr account. He stops on a gif of a woman’s face covered in spit. Mouth agape nodding with large eyes as a cock smacks her across the cheek. Forcing its way inside until it bulges through her throat.

“We can do that.” Johnny shocks you, flitting his lazed gaze back to yours. Reaching for his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper tickles your eardrums before you register the man in front of you getting down to his boxer briefs. “You think you’re ready?”

It feels out of body, chin moving up and down nodding much like the woman in the gif had. Eagerly, anticipating to finally see, smell, feel everything you’ve ever dreamt of.

“Open up wide for me.” He instructs stepping forward. “I’m a bit large, I’m sure you’ve noticed. Have to prep your throat to take me.”

Johnny examines your tongue when you pop open your lips forming a perfect ‘O’. His index finger presses down on the center eliciting a strained moan from the back of your throat. He hums, rubbing back until you’re choking for air, trying to flick your tonsils. “Have you ever done anything before? Nod for yes.”

With your nod Johnny grabs onto his length, crushing the tip of his wet cock against the fabric of his briefs. It stains with precum, pushing a load of wetness obscenely out of your entrance. Underwear drenched without any indication he’ll even touch you there. Johnny presses his middle finger alongside the other. Squirming your thighs together like matches starting a fire. “Not too innocent then, are you?”

You’re more excited than you should be, wrapping your lips around his fingers in attempt to suck around them. Coughing and gagging when the tips of his nails graze the back of your throat. He tsks, head shaking with disapproval.

“Slow princess, practice makes perfect.” He slides free from your mouth. Drawing spit down your chin along the way.

Your eyes dart to the stain on his briefs. “I w-want more..”

“Ready to take daddy’s cock?” Johnny says it so nonchalantly. This time the nickname ignites a coiling rush through your gut. Surging forward to grab onto his thighs, your tongue falls out past your lips. Licking the wet patch on his boxers.

“Take it out baby.” Upon his order you reach inside timidly. Trembling fingers snake around his length, unable to fully wrap around him. The fear sets in, maybe you aren’t ready. Johnny can tell, massaging fingers through your scalp reassuringly. “Too big? Just try angel. You can do it.”

It’s enough to get your jaw aching at first, swallowing him down more than halfway. Pushing yourself more than you have before to impress him. You’ve had some practice and studied enough porn by now to know taking his full length will make him feel good.

In spite of gagging nastily around him, you hallow your cheeks lowering further down. Johnny’s responsive, gripping your hair, holding your head still. His hips buck forward groaning once his cock can’t sink any deeper inside.

“Fuck, you see how you’re such a good girl? Taking me like nothing princess.” Johnny does his best to praise you, but he’s less willing to hold back now. Even as your hands push on his upper thigh, he bucks forward letting out raspy groans. “Come on, relax for me. You’re doing so, so damn good. I’m not gonna last long.”

Spits flows out as you cough, guzzling around his length, having to make an effort to breathe through your nose.

He’s true to his word, repeating between hisses for you to ‘take it’. Retching around him as he speeds up. Eyelashes fluttering as his eyes roll up into his skull. “Fuck yeah. That’s how daddy likes it.”

Johnny stills, making your neck bend back from his heavy weight pushing down. Painting your throat with hot strips of cum. It feels like enough to drip out of every one of your orifices, that is what you wished for..

“Come here..” he helps you stand up, cleaning your face off with fresh tissues. Kissing your bruised lips airy light. “That was incredible.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, wanting to whimper and plead for him to touch you. Picking up on your silent request, he notes the time pessimistically. “It’s getting late.”

Frowning, he leads you to the door, pausing with a more serious expression.

“Oh, and..” Johnny cups you around the waist. Large fingers almost meet as he enjoys the feeling of your smaller frame delicately encased in his hold. Having to shut his eyes to ward off the rageful thoughts to throw you down on his desk and take what belongs to him. “I believe it goes without saying, but do not tell your mother about this. In fact, I need you to remove that blog, you cannot discuss what we do with anyone.”

“I won’t say anything..” you quietly mumble. Throat aching and requesting water. Johnny smiles, leaning his neck lower to kiss the arch of your brow.

“Good girl. You did great, get some rest.”

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You should feel guilty the next day. You should feel something besides a sore throat and swollen lips, but not even Jeno’s snarky commentary can ruin your elation today.

“Since when do you wear earrings?” He pulls at the jewelry gleaming on your earlobe. Squinting and scoffing. “Those are a little too nice for you, daddy buy you those?”

“You can drop me off right here.” You are already unlocking the passenger door. Annoying Jeno further as he has to press down on the brakes immediately. Freeing yourself from the confines of his car before he can pester you any longer. It’s not as if you don’t have to deal with him at school already.

“Hey!” Jeno shouts out of the window, running toward the opposite direction where you know he won’t be able to follow you. Even if it meant risking your perfect attendance by being tardy. You would not allow him to ruin your day, not yet.

Despite doing the most to avoid him, Jeno waits for you to show up. Sat on the hood of his car scrolling idly through his phone. He even texted you asking how much longer you’d be, noting that there’s no way you would make it on time.

“Hey, what’s the deal?” Jeno jogs to meet you entering the school grounds. Shoving into your side with his crossbody bag. “Try to make me crash this morning? You think that shit’s funny?”

“Leave me alone!” You shout, a few heads turning to face the two of you entering the hallway to get to your first lecture of the day with one minute left to spare.

Jeno, of course, does not leave you alone. He doesn’t even share this class with you. That doesn’t stop him from sitting right next to you. He’s glaring now, catching a glimpse of the necklace hidden beneath the collar of your uniform. A small bit of skin exposed when you begin to pull out your notes and textbook.

“He got you that too didn’t he?” Jeno grits.

“God, what’s it to you? Can’t stand that your dad is actually a nice person unlike you??” You whisper. Keeping your focus ahead as your teacher rolls on with today’s lesson. College professors could care less about attendance, you’d be caught easily enough if you’re strolling into class late everyday.

“You think he’s a good person?” Jeno smirks, nodding. “He’s a great actor, I’ll give him that. Puts all those years spent studying the human brain to good use. My dad knows how to manipulate better than anyone.”

“He’s not manipulative Jeno. He’s a nice guy.”

He huffs out of his nose at that, leaning back comfortably into his seat. “Why? Because he took you and your mother in? Picking up strays off the street to adore him after some pointless acts of generosity. Don’t you find that suspicious at all? Why would he choose your mom out of everyone?”

“I don’t know!” You hiss, striking him down with a fierce glare. “I need to pay attention, leave!”

Jeno hates being ignored. He hates whenever anyone else can garner more attention than him. He’d never admit it but he’s always felt the need to compete with his father.

If his father worked out everyday, so would Jeno. If his father could fuck through every woman in town, so could Jeno.

Learning his father has been impressing you with his typical tactics sets off a ticking time bomb. Jeno stands up, shoving your belongings off your desk on his way to the exit.

He’s upset, sure, when isn’t he. It’s not as if you care about what Jeno thinks at all. Why should you when he’s been dead set to pick on you since the day you first met.

Johnny Suh’s the portrait of an examplimentary dad.

At least that is the image he works hard to uphold. If you were to ask his only child, Jeno, he would have much to dispute otherwise.

Jeno enjoys the life Johnny provides him through endless hours of work. His father having graduated valedictorian from university prior to landing a high paying job evaluating the psyche of stuck-up rich teenagers. Johnny had become more than professional at manipulating sniveling brats who spent their days missing school to burn through their parents black American express cards.

All the while neglecting his own son who had utilized his free time to take his frustrations and grief out on anyone who so much as accidentally looked at him the wrong way. Jeno’s main entertainment had also become a game of manipulation. His striking good looks paired with and unrelenting rage to curb his hunger with others' misery made for a deathly combination.

It just so happened that you often painted the picture of a perfect victim. Conveniently missing the way Jeno’s foot extended out, tripping over it leaving a scuff behind on his newly imported leather Gucci boots. Jeno wasted no time to berate you as you scrambled to gather your spilled belongings. Kicking your textbooks aside as he yelled the question- “and how exactly to you plan to pay me back for fucking up my shoes?!”

Your unassertive meek demeanor only stirred his contempt. Jeno squats down to taunt you at an even closer distance. Minty breath passes between his perfectly aligned white teeth. Everything about Jeno screamed money. Having never once suffered the embarrassment of not being able to afford school lunch for the week, unlike you.

“I asked you a fucking question.” Jeno would scoff. Reaching up to flick the shell of your ear, already burning with embarrassment as on-lookers stood around. Most laughing and joining in on Jeno’s antics. Some silently cringing, never to speak up against anything the most popular guy in school who managed to toy with the student body like a bunch of puppets on strings. It wasn’t kill or be killed. It was stay silent, move like you’re invisible, or suffer the consequences.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled under your breath. Jeno sneered at that. Snatching your binder full of homework for the week. Your weekends were never spent out partying with other reckless freshly turned adults. A fat chance you’d ever be invited to one of Jeno’s summer ragers.

“Look at this.” Jeno smirks, licking his index finger, swiping through the pages neatly organized in your binder. “Already caught up on all of your assignments.”

His head lifts, strong chin catching the light hardening his features even more. Glaring down at you beneath hooded eyes where you shrivel up weakly on your knees. “That’s great, you’ll need the extra time to make sure you can complete all of mine.”

It’s unfortunate how clear that memory is now as you work on Jeno’s Biology assignment. Papers slewed across the large dining room table. Leaving you wondering why they even needed a table this large with only the two living in such an oversized house for so long now.

The led in your pencil snaps under pressure, swallowing down a deep breath when Johnny’s palms splay out flat around your body. The deep rumble in his chest vibrates along your back. A “humm” sounding above your head where he leans over pretending to read over everything you’re writing.

“Such a smart girl.” Johnny presses in closer. His upper lip brushes against your earlobe like a faded breath of air. He’s close, too close, suffocating you. Enough for the mechanical pencil in your hold to shake between your trembling fingers. “You’re always working so hard, aren’t you?”

All you can manage is to lick your suddenly dry lips and swallow vocally. Johnny’s nose drags up past the shell of your ear. Elevating his weight off your smaller frame enough for you to suck down a deep breath. Collecting your hair, Johnny smooths it behind your ear. Stroking against the area Jeno had flicked once before, making the shiver intensify as it rolls down your spine.

“You’re still so nervous, so shy around me.” Johnny coos. The tip of his nose runs down from where your hair parts to the column of your throat. Plump lips etch your skin with his words. “After showing me what a depraved little whore you only dream of being for me? You have the audacity to still act so sweet and innocent?”

A smile grows on Johnny’s lips when you let out a whiny gasp. His index finger and thumb lightly pinching your earlobe. Catching the dining room chandeliers reflection against the diamond earrings he’d bought you. “Do you see how I was right? They’re so pretty on you sweetie.”

You nod, barely. Body locking up tight under his scrutinizing eyes. Johnny seems unsatisfied with your silence. Nipping the shell of your ear hard, his mouth presses closer, hotly.

“You still have yet to show me why you deserved them.” Johnny rasps. His whispered tone more maniacal than the usual concerned speech he uses on you.

“I..” you start. Johnny aiming you with a discontent look through your peripheral. “Jeno..” you blink fast to the side, noting the time. “Jeno..he’ll be home soon.”

Johnny straightens up, relieving your spine of his heavier body. Even your lungs expand, able to breathe without panic any longer. He smooths back locks of light brown strands that had fallen around his face.

“Exactly.” Johnny’s expressionless. Unzipping his slacks with an intense gaze fixated on your mouth, still swollen after last night's late excursion.

He grabs your chin with a rough pinch, jerking you to concentrate on his movements releasing the button keeping him contained. Vocals gruff as he steps closer until you’re face to face with his groin.

“Daddy taught you how to be quick for a reason.”

“Yes daddy.” Wasting no more precious time you shove down his briefs. Burying your nose right under the lining of his heavy sack with a deep inhale.

“My good girls nasty too, isn’t she?” He yanks your head up, eyeing over your heated appearance. Mouth hung open allowing him to prod and poke against your lips and tongue. “Just like that. This is how I always wanna see you now angel. Holes ready to be used up for me.”

He buries inside before you can say anything, not that you were going to. Stilling when your nose smashes against his pelvis. Flustered from the second you cough around him harshly, tears spill down your cheeks like hot steam.

All you can do is squirm in your seat, Johnny taking full control again with a mean grip on your hair. Your scalp hurts right away, pummeled into aggressively. Johnny groaning between your breathless whines.

Wet filthy sounds become garbled in a slew of spit and choked out gasps. Drool pools out, smacked across your cheek with Johnny’s wet swollen member. “You’re too good at this, just want more of daddy’s cum don’t you?”

Gulping, lips too thick to even shut your mouth, you nod up to him. Trying to sniffle more of your tears away. “Please, daddy, please.”

Johnny curses, fisting you by your hair back on his cock. Mumbling something your clogged up ears can hardly understand.

“Gonna swallow all of it like a good girl.”

He rocks with vigor, chasing the last bit of pleasure nearly reaching his high. Jaw aching after having only taken his girth less than half a day ago.

The door slams shut noisily signifying a new presence. Judging by the way it shuts aggressively followed by loud footsteps trudging their way to the kitchen you can tell it’s Jeno.

“God damnit.” Johnny mutters a string of curses under his breath. Yanking free from your mouth with tendrils of saliva stuck to the tip of his length. Dripping down your neck onto the shiny diamond necklace.

Tucking himself in, his chin jerks toward you. “Hurry, go to your room before he sees you.”

Scurrying to gather your belongings is the least of your concern when you see the huge spot of drool on Jeno’s assignment. Mentally hoping that dries up before you hand it over to him.

It goes on like that for the next few weeks. To the point that Johnny begins to ignore you, at least that's how you start to feel. Morning kisses, afternoon makeouts in various closets, late night sneaky pecks. They happen less and less, why the fuck can’t your mom just stay in place?!

If it’s not her, it’s Jeno showing up at the worst time!

Johnny finds you in the garage after you decide to burn off steam with a run on the treadmill. Once again familiar with an ache in your wrist, positive your balls would be blue if you had any.

He’s about to head out to run some errands for your mother, pausing when he spots you chugging down water. If he remembers correctly, Jeno should be in his room right now.

“Get in the car right now.” He says, pulling you by the wrist toward the backseat of his range rover.

“But I’m all sweaty!”

“Even better.” Unlocking the door, he pushes you in first, climbing in after you.

“Wait! Where are we going!!”

“Shh” Johnny flattens you on the backseat, lower half shoving down against yours. He laps the trickles of sweat on your chest and neck. Tongue picking up all of the sweat that keeps rolling out. The cars stuffy from hours of sitting in the garage with no filtration.

Johnny maneuvers around behind you, acting fast to free his cock. He lodges right between your thighs from behind. Face dropping to the crook of your neck biting soft enough to not leave a mark, that would only raise questions from your mom.

He starts panting, thrusting hard against your clothed ass. Large palm splayed on your soaked hip. “Need to fuck you so bad sweetie, going crazy.”

He sounds near tears, puffing breaths on your burning skin. Grabbing onto the side of the passenger seat with one arm, you whimper pushing back to meet his gaining thrusts.

It’s too good to be true, yet again. Already planning to sleep with your soiled bottoms under your pillow tonight while you get off to the memory of Johnny’s climax dripping down your thighs. It all comes to a halt when the garage opens up noisily. Clattering sounds following. The two of you stuck in a petrified position breathing shallowly.

It’s not your mom, at least. Evident by Jeno’s disrespectful curse words flying left and right. Going off about some stupid skateboard he’s trying to find.

“God, fuck this!” Johnny smacks the passenger seat in front of you. Cock hard, throbbing between your soaked spandex shorts. Jeno doesn’t even close the garage behind, stepping in and out to find various tools for his skateboard.

“Why is he always moving my shit!” You can hear him shouting to himself just outside of the vehicle. Wrenching his way through the cubbies of appliances and tools organized against one of the garage walls.

Johnny apologizes into your shoulder, plotting how each of you will get out at separate times just in case Jeno happens to walk in again.

He lets you escape first, gingerly opening the door to avoid making any sound. It seems helpless as you shower off your dried sweat. The situation you’ve ended up with leaves you with little opportunities to find yourselves alone. Maybe it’s your destiny to be a virgin forever, that’s what Jeno always said..

A new text message notification pops on your lockscreen upon shutting your bedroom door.

Johnny- ‘This isn’t going to work.’

You- ‘What do you mean?’

Johnny- ‘This weekend, tell your mother you’ll be sleeping over at a friend's house. Come up with a good reason.’

You- ‘A friend’s house? Why?’

Johnny- ‘Do as I say, okay sweetie? Daddy will handle the rest.’

He keeps it short, ordering you to delete this conversation from your phone. Sure, it knocks on your guilty conscience. You know it’s wrong, but how wrong can it really be when it feels this good..

“I have to make a business trip this weekend, honey.” Johnny mentions over dinner that night. Stilling the fork in your hand poking at your salad. This weekend when you’d be spending the night at a friend’s house ‘working on a project’..at least that’s what you told your mom earlier..

“This weekend my love?” She pouts. “I can’t come with you, I work Sunday through the night.”

“Ah, that’s okay darling.” Johnny smiles gently, patting her on the arm. “It’s a boring conference anyway. Just updated studies on bipolar depression and schizophrenia. I’ll be exhausted after hours of power points and people interrupting with their own experiences.”

“You work too hard babe.” She says, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. Johnny steals a quick glance your way while your mother’s distracted planting him with a peck.

“That I do.”

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The weekend can’t come soon enough. Johnny doesn’t give you much detail other than where to wait for him promptly at 11am sharp.

Even after you get inside the range rover Johnny spares you no more than a warm greeting. Cranking up the music playing as he enters the freeway. Still clueless to where he’s taking you.

He enters the city further out miles away from the streets you grew up on. Entering the downtown area where lines up fancy shops and restaurants grace the buildings. Johnny drives up to a skyscraper sized hotel, immediately bellhops and valets attend to you. Snatching your overnight bag and purse, they greet him boisterously.

“Mr. Suh! Long time no see!” He tosses his keys, jeering with them. Sneaking tips into the palms of their hands upon exchanging words.

“Things have changed a lot this year.” He mentions, sounding more sleazy than you’ve ever noticed.

“Your usual suite sir.” Another attendee approaches, passing a keycard. Johnny doesn’t even have to stand in line to formally check-in. How often must he stay at this hotel..

“Indeed. Please ensure my belongings are prioritized.” Waving off the staff, Johnny’s arm drapes around the back of your waist. Hand lifted to direct you inside this lavish hotel. Everyone lounging inside at the various seating areas dripped head to toe in designer. A warning would have been great, you think, pigeon toed to hide your shoes as Johnny leads you to the elevators.

“A hotel?” You pipe up, still under his control walking into the lift. He loosens up once you’re alone, pulling you into his chest with both arms circling your waist.

“Now I get you all to myself.” Johnny lets out a long sigh falling into a soft smile. “Surprise.”

“We’re staying here?”

“Yes sweetie, just the two of us.” Chewing on his upper lip he stays latched onto you. The suite, Johnny’s usual suite, is right ahead. One of the three on the floor you exit at. “Are you happy?”

Unlocking the door, you’re rendered speechless. The suite’s enormous, fully equipped with a kitchen, living room, and jacuzzi. It’s more of a bachelor pad than Johnny’s house could ever be.

“You come here a lot?” You ask taking everything in. Hugged from behind with his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

“I used to. Haven’t had any reason for months now..”

Johnny’s not one to explain himself much, and you don’t ask too many questions. Just how he likes it.

The bedroom is immaculate, smells expensive even. Crisp linen freshly washed, not that it would matter by the end of your stay.

“One bed..” you can’t figure out how you didn’t realize it sooner. Johnny planned this to have you all to himself. No more interruptions from Jeno or your mother.

He pets the back of your head, noticing the way your breath quickens. Stroking up and down your side with tender squeezes on your waist. “For us, baby.”

It’s better than any of the day dreams you’ve distracted yourself with while bored in class. Johnny helps you lay down. He sucks in his upper lip with a smirk, tracing from the necklace down over your shirt to your navel. Dipping in, he moves onto the bed caging you between his legs. Knees dipping around your hips sinking the mattress deeper beneath you.

“You trust me. Don’t you, pretty?” It’s too much to process. Johnny’s massive figure above you, his palms splayed flat by your head encompassing you under his frame completely.

After every wish on a star, every candle blown out on your birthdays, every fallen eyelash blown away. Your wish was going to come true.

Johnny was going to take your virginity.

“Yes..”

“Yes what now, baby?” Cocking a brow, Johnny’s hips find yours. Still carrying his weight, just enough for you to feel where he’s grown thick and hard.

“Yes..daddy..”

“Yes daddy, please fuck me.” Johnny says it slowly meeting your lost gaze.

“D-daddy…please fuck me?” Maybe the saccharine tone you ask in sets him off. Johnny’s tearing your clothing off in seconds. He feels brainless looking over the curves and dips on your body, having to knead and grope at every crevice. Even growling deep in his throat.

“You’ve never done this before, right angel?” He knows the answer, but hearing it again is almost good enough to have him cumming in his pants.

“Never daddy..” you shyly admit again. Johnny seems satisfied with that.

He’s pushing your thighs open, upper lip sucked in instinctively. Amazed by how wet you are, enough to pool beneath your ass already. Too irresistible to bother wasting time to stretch you out first. Johnny pushes on the backs of your thighs until your lungs feel compressed, making it harder to breathe already. He moves down onto his stomach to get a look up close. Spreading your fleshy folds apart with two fingers. His cock sinks into the bed too excited, the tip of his tongue dipping in for just a sliver of taste.

“Fuck.. you’re sinful.” He whispers, shivering from your cunt down to your fingertips. “Gonna fuck you pretty baby.”

Johnny sits back up on his haunches, expertly working on removing his garments. He’s long, strong, muscles etched better than any Greek God. Eros could only wish to be so flawless.

He lines up to your waiting entrance, chest pushed out reminding you of all the days you spent sitting across the street from Johnny’s house watching him exercise. He tickles up to the backs of your knees, pushing you down into a folded position. Cockhead piercing past the tight furl, too tight just barely inside. Fearing he won’t even be able to last more than a few minutes.

“Fuck..” His dicks twitching, focused on your hole convulsing around just the tip. Barely able to fit even with how ridiculously wet you are. Johnny has to pace himself, for your sake and his. Letting one of your legs flop down to rub your clit, slowly entering inch by inch. Turned into a moaning mess beneath him, spewing out delicate little embarrassed moans.

“Sound so pretty for me don’t you?“ Johnny says, enjoying the show of your cunt struggling to take his size. The size difference between the two of you turning him on even more despite his best efforts to control himself. He let’s out a garbled rasp, meeting obstruction finally sinking the rest of the way in to the hilt. Cock completely blanketed in warmth and wetness.

“D-daddy, s’too big…too big..” you mewl. Pulsing around the cock splitting you open.

“Ah, you poor thing..” Johnny cups your face, sweeping the pads of his thumbs under the tired rims of your eyes. Pushing the tears that continue to river out off your cheeks. “Does it hurt badly?”

Johnny catches your bitten plump bottom lip before you can get a word out. Sucking down the surprised gasp you let out while you nod, it hurts. It all hurts but it feels good. It feels just as good as a sugary cold treat sliding down your throat while Johnny pets your head..

“D-daddy.. please..” he catches each breathy word, attacking your mouth with deepened kisses. Exhaling shakily between tender pecks he scatters across your upper lip to your Cupid’s bow.

“Daddy’s got you pretty.” He nods. Returning to your sensitive clit, rubbing profusely. Your eyes screw shut, overstimulated by each pointed thrust. Cunt swallowing up the length pistoning in and out of you. Slippery wet and splashing against Johnny’s skin each time your hips meet. Moans and lewd squelches fly around the hotel room at a deafening volume. Stuffing your ears with heat the closer your orgasm approaches.

“Daddy..c-cum, I’m cumming!” You whimper, eagerly rutting against Johnny for release. Stimulated more than you’ve ever been able to achieve on your own. It’s all too much, pressed under his weight, punching the oxygen from your lungs as his thrusts ram into you. Hips recklessly fucking against you at renewed speed.

“Best dick you’ll ever take, baby.” Johnny heaves, making you moan erratically at that. Pussy clenching around his length hard until he has to slow down burying to the base of his length with a grind. Fingers pinching your clit through the powerful orgasm surging through your body.

You’re sealed around him too tight, trembling under his figure hard enough to send vibrations down to his balls. Johnny has to gnaw on your shoulder, slobbering to control the incessant urge to bite down. Snapping around him like a boa constrictor, he thinks he could die like this. Buried 9 inches deep inside of you, lodged up to your cervix endlessly dripping cum until you burst at the seams. He tries to thrust just a few more times, hiding a growl with your shoulder to muffle how wanton he sounds. It’s long and intense, thrusting sharply one more time to fuck his cum deeper inside of you.

It’s hard enough to glide out, stuck on the way your walls chase after him. He’s still hard, too hard to stop. Managing to get you on your stomach, ignoring your petulant whimpers. Landing slaps across your ass, soothing the warmth left behind over and over again to let you recover.

He’s not ready to stop, even if you are. Slotting up your hips, Johnny gets a pillow under you to keep you angled perfectly for his cock. Shapely ass perked up, spread open showing off your wrecked hole smeared with a fresh load of cum. Saved for him to have, to fuck over and over again.

The thought shoots through him spine to balls. Shoving the tip of his cock side to side just to watch the way you swell around him. Teeth bury into his upper lip listening for your pretty cries, inch by inch entering back inside. Saving the memory of your cunt sucking him down.

Despite your body's initial resistance, Johnny works you up into a frenzy of hot lust. Fucking you through the night even after your limbs give out. The clutch you’ve maintained on the bedding releases, eyes fallen shut breathing shallowly.

“My pretty sleeping princess.” He lets out tiredly. Holding himself up right in a push-up position above your back. Slowly kissing the top of your spine, cock still rigid hard inside of you. With hands on your waist he positions you comfortably without slipping out. Stroking messed up strands of sweaty hair away from your face.

Thinking over how he might lose his mind fucking you until you have to check out tomorrow. He’d have to bring you back again once you’re used to going round after round.

It’s been awhile since he last spent time in his favorite suite. If he recalls correctly he had two guests the last time, making use of the jacuzzi hours into the night.

That had to stop once your mother had shown him a photo of her daughter over a dinner date one evening. Finally convincing her to invite him over on your Birthday of all days. It was almost too perfect.

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Eye contact with Johnny becomes dangerous after your weekend together. If your mother is at work, Jeno is home. If Jeno’s at practice or out with his friends, your mom’s all over Johnny.

But you need more, you both do.

“Hey Jeno, practice today?” Johnny asks his son. The other stood nearby pouring protein powder into his morning shake.

“Uh, yeah, just like every Wednesday dad.” Jeno rolls his eyes. Jerking his bag over his shoulder. “Hurry up, I’m leaving now.”

He says over his back directed to you. Quickly snatching your own bag, Johnny fits you with a knowing look. Throat clearing, saying a soft goodbye behind his mug of cooled down caffeine.

Wednesday meant your mother’s afternoon shift bleeding into the late night. Jeno at football practice at least until dinner time, and you dwindling away tutoring other students for extracurricular activity to land you in one of the best universities.

“Hey, I’m so sorry but I can’t do tutoring today.” Doyoung stands by your locker after your last class ends. Explaining some emergency that’s come up today and that he needs to head home.

“That’s fine, we can resche—“ you start, ripping your bag from your locker. “I gotta go!”

Realizing Johnny’s home alone lifts your feet off the ground. Charging out of the school in a rush with the speed of an olympic medal winner. The bus would have to do, shooting him a text that you’d be home soon. He never opens it, most likely occupied in session with a patient.

Burning thigh muscles and short of breath, you burst through the front door racing for Johnny’s office. Without knocking you let yourself in, panting and gasping for air. His eyes snap up surprised, murmuring something about ‘Let’s pick this back up tomorrow, shall we? Have a good evening.’

Falling flat against the open door, Johnny stands up still shocked to see you. “Why are you home so early?”

“Tut-tutoring..” you huff, cramping on your side. Lazily waving him to come closer. “Canceled!”

The light bulb vividly goes off in his head, immediately changing Johnny’s professional work time demeanor. Now he’s the one rushing, scooping you up with ease and throwing you over his shoulder.

“What a good girl, came straight home to daddy huh?” Landing a rough slap on your ass, Johnny jogs up with stairs with ease carrying your weight. Dizzied by how effortlessly he can toss you around. He kicks into your room throwing you down on the bed, noting the time blinking on your nightstand.

“We have a couple hours until Jeno will be home.”

Johnny’s got you stripped down to nothing but your uniform skirt in seconds. “Keep it on, kind of like how sweet my little school girl looks wearing this.”

He uses your skirt for leverage, bottoming out much faster than the last time. Impressed you must be making use of the dildo he left as a surprise gift for you to find a few days later.

“Still too tight.” He grunts, slamming in until his balls crush against your clit. The friction shooting tingles up to your chest. “Or maybe daddy’s just too big for you.”

Johnny’s speeding up, knows the risk of getting caught is only around the corner. Can’t have that happen, not again..

It’s too loud between the sound of your ass clapping back colliding against his hips. Begging him to fuck you harder after a week of failed attempts.

Too loud to catch the ominous sound of the front door opening, or the shoes running upstairs.

“Gonna keep my cum inside baby“ Johnny’s panting. Drilling faster at your command. Fucking at a renewed speed until you’re shouting, lower back pressed down hard enough to have your knees slipping. Laying flat under his relentless thrusts.

“Daddy! Yes! Please! I need it!!”

“Ugh fu-fuck!” Johnny freezes, fisting the waistband on your skirt too roughly. Loosening the elastic with a strong pull. Cumming, spurting out until your stomachs warm. Coated in the familiar feeling of semen painting your cervix.

It’s lucky your tutoring session didn’t work out today.

Until it isn’t.

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You’re almost done with dinner, discussing your day at school casually between Johnny’s questions. He always keeps conversations easy with both you and your mother. Never letting on to anything suspicious. It’s almost concerning how good he is at covering his tracks..

“Is no one going to bother asking me how my day was?” Jeno interrupts. Never one to join your meals without his headphones on and phone in hand. He smirks at his father smugly, phone unlocked in his hands under the table.

“Well, of course son..” Johnny seems surprised, sipping on his after dinner green tea. He motions for Jeno to share.

Jeno sighs, pressing the touchscreen on his phone. He leans back sporting a large goofy smile. “I learned a lot today, dad.”

“At school?” Johnny’s brow lifts in question. Curiously eyeing his son’s rather odd behavior. Your phone pings just then notifying you of a new text message from Jeno. Upon opening it all you see is a black screen with a play button. Why would Jeno be texting you about anything other than finishing his homework? Let alone sending you video clips..

Of course you press play, of course.

The black screen quickly shifts. Whoever was recording directs the lense up to display a bed, clapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh— ‘Yes! HARDER DADDY!’

Mortified by the realization you shove your phone between your thighs locking it shut. Gasping for air overcome with anxiety. There’s no way..

“Not necessarily at school, dad.” Jeno says flatly, shifting his gaze your direction out of the corner of his eyes. He smirks toward you, typing something up with his thumbs without looking down.

‘My room after dinner.’

“Did you say something?” Johnny asks you, eyebrows scrunching at your flushed appearance. Rapidly shaking your head, you squeak out a sound of dismay.

“I have to use the bathroom.” Your words feel jumbled, scampering away from the dinner table leaving behind your messy plate. Surely enough to hear an earful from your mom over later. Running up the stairs faster than you ever have, you collapse against the hallway wall in disbelief. Opening Jeno’s text message up with fear, there’s no way he knew..

The video continues to play. Johnny fucking you into your bed until you fall flat with a shout. Jeno ends it by turning the camera to himself, finger waving back and forth as he moves further away from the sounds of your high pleasured screams.

‘Naughty naughty.’

Jeno repeats the words when he reaches the top of the stairs, following after you as if he has studying to get to.

He tsks, tongue clicking in a menacing manner. Chin pointing toward his bedroom door. “Ladies first..”

Ducking your face, you step forward shamefully, Jeno almost knocking you over with his arm extended out blocking you from moving ahead. He presses close to your ear- “Not that you are a lady, evidently.”

He pivots in front of you, sauntering ahead into his bedroom. Voice over his shoulder to shut the door- since you clearly need the reminder.

“Jeno..”

“Shut up whore.” He laughs, taking a seat on his bed. Tongue clicking repeatedly with a look of disappointment. “Here I thought you were some unfuckable virgin.”

“I was!” You panic, covering your mouth. “I mean—“

Jeno sits up at that, angry. Fisting the bedding by his hips. “You were? Don’t tell me that my dad..”

He doesn’t have to finish asking. The look on your face says enough. Jeno’s more annoyed than he’s letting on. Lips disappearing to control his emotions. How fucking could he? That old dickhead.

“Jeno..I…you can’t show anyone that! Please!” You start to plead, stepping closer to him with your hands pressed together to emphasize your desperation.

“I should tell your mom.” He licks his bottom lip, the corner twitching. “Imagine finding out your barely legal daughter’s fucking some old man? Even better— her fucking boyfriend of a year. You slut.”

Your plea’s fall empty. Resorting to tears, falling to your knees before him. This was a new level of low, even for you. “Please Jeno! Please!”

He can’t deny seeing you in such a torn up state makes him pulsate between his legs. Jeno smirks, leaning back on his palms. This could work in his favor more than he’d originally thought. The initial plan was just to taunt you further and hold the video over your head, get you to complete all of his chores on top of the assignments you already did for him, but this could be even better.

Jeno reaches to unzip his jeans, earning a wide shocked stare. “W-what? What are you doing??”

“What? Daddy hasn’t taught you how to suck cock yet?” He sneers. Doesn’t bother to ask you for permission before pulling himself out. Stroking up and down until he’s fully hard.

The scary thought that Jeno’s even bigger than his dad makes your knees lock together. Nervously waiting for his instruction to move. Wagging a finger, he nods for you to come closer. Cock at full mass against his shirt, standing at least above his navel.

“Too big?” That’s what Johnny said too..you think. You shake your head ‘no’, wiping away your tears. Knowing what’s expected of you next.

Lips struggle to close around him. Cracking and straining at the corners. Jeno’s long, wide, thicker than a soda can. Unlike his dad, he makes no efforts to move. He sits and lets you suck him off. Intently watching the veins on your forehead bulge out, capturing each spitty sound.

It’s better than he’d imagined while bored in class at times. Gaze wandering toward you, his stupid little virgin. Must be too shy to flirt with him, but he refused to succumb first.

Stupid little virgin, fucking his dad instead of him. Jeno won’t admit to himself that he’s upset, not at all. Another thing to add onto the long list of reasons he can’t stand his father.

“That’s enough.” Jeno pulls at the hair on your crown. Abruptly shoving you away from his dick. Sure, he could get off right now, if the image of his dad fucking you before he got the chance wasn’t ruining this moment for him.

“Are you going to tell my mom?” You cough up. Using the back of your hand to wipe your chin clean of the pool of saliva. Jeno tucks himself back in. Grabbing on your hair hard again until your necks arched making you gaze up at him. He pinches your wrist, lifting the dirty hand to your lips until you lick yourself clean and swallow.

“God, he already has you so well trained..” he scoffs to himself. Jerking your head again until you yelp, satisfied with that reaction.

“As long as you do what I say, I’ll keep your secret safe.”

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“Come here pretty.” Johnny’s pushing you into the laundry room the second your mom heads out for groceries. Lifting you onto the dryer currently in use. Hot and vibrating under your pajama shorts. “Open up for daddy.”

He removes your bottoms, helping you spread into the position he wants. Knees bent with your feet pressed flat on the machine. Johnny licks his lips leaning in with a wet kiss, licking past your mouth as he unbuttons your sleeping top. Pushing it off to tweak your breast, lifting them up higher to your chin letting the fleshy meat fall back to his palms. Squeezing and bouncing your chest engulfed in his large hands.

“Need to taste you right now baby. Looked so good all sleepy, bet you rubbed your cute little pussy all night thinking about me.” He hums, slurping kisses down your neck to your chest. Laving each nipple teasingly.

Gathering your panties to one side, Johnny bends lower. Slurping up the wetness slicked all over your cunt. He’s dirty, dragging his nose between your folds, inhaling deeply. Tongue flicking out circling your entrance.

“Please, eat me out daddy.” Johnny slaps your thigh, cracking like a whip. Kissing your clit with a suck between his juicy lips.

“Are you my good girl?” He murmurs, licking up and down, bumping different euphoric inducing nerves along the way.

“I’m you-y-your good girl.” You nod, leaning back against the dryer. The blend of vibrations from Johnny’s mouth and the machine beneath you feel insane. Already a moaning mess after a few licks. Tongue slipping inside, sucking down arousal that dribbles out.

The garage door ricochet’s loudly following the sounds of your mother flinging her purse down. “Johnny!”

“Shit!” Hissing, he draws away from between your thighs. Licking away the residue of your arousal left behind on his lips. His eyes are large swiftly looking around the small room. Ripping you off the dryer, he points to a basket full of dirty clothes near the machine “In there!”

He grabs a pile of clothes, setting them on the machine and shoving you to crouch down inside the basket reeking of sweat, damp clothes under your feet making you squeamish. Of course Jeno had chosen to do laundry today of all days. Johnny drops some of the pile on your head just as your mom enters.

“There you are!” She exclaims. “Did you not hear me calling for you babe?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry honey. The machines so loud, I can’t hear much!” He speaks up, pretending to sort through some of Jeno’s clothes. “I thought you were going to the store?”

“I forgot my wallet! I can’t find it babe. Can you help me?”

“Oh of course!” Johnny gulps putting on a smile. Using his body to block out the basket behind him. He shoo’s her out following after her. “I think I saw it in the living room!” He says loud enough to let you know the kitchen would be empty, allowing you to exit through the dining room where your mom won’t spot you.

The only problem is, now your pajamas have been tossed into the wash with Jeno’s clothes. Getting caught in nothing but your underwear would be harder to explain if you do get caught rather than in one of Jeno’s t shirts.

That’s how you end up trying to not crawl on your knees up the stairs in one of Jeno’s half-dried shirts. An insurmountable amount of pain scorches between your inner thighs, left without a climax yet again.

Better judgment echoes through the depths of your mind to ‘stay away’, but the endless stinging pain between your thighs leads you to Jeno’s door.

If your mom hadn’t come home so early, you’d be vibrating from both ends on top of the dryer still. Instead of spraying fabric freshener over yourself to get rid of the lingering scent of Jeno’s sweaty gym clothes Johnny buried you beneath.

It’s not as if you considered this a good idea, but who else could you go to. On quivering legs you stand at Jeno’s door. Rasping down the frame with your knuckles, unwilling to wait for a response as you enter.

Jeno grumbles, tapping at his keyboard rabidly. “Get the fuck out of my room!”

He doesn’t even look your way as he shouts between gritting teeth. Catching enough of a glimpse of your silhouette in his peripheral to decipher it’s you. Too focused on whatever game he’s been tethered to all day to bother giving you more.

“Jeno, I’m sorry but..”

Fists slam down on the keyboard. Vibrant ‘game over’ texts take over the computer screen in front of him. Jeno’s upper lip folds tight, stretched back on his gums. He moves fast, spinning in his seat, charging at you rabidly like a wild beast.

“Did I say you could come in?” Jeno snaps, hooking your wrist together. Tugging you toward his bed aggressively, hold locked tough enough to leave marks behind. “Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Let you suck my dick and now you think you can just invade my privacy whenever you want?”

Jeno tosses you down to his bed, landing with a bouncing thud, hard enough to punch the breath from your lungs. He leers above you, lower lip sucked under his teeth tightly. Breaking dots of white around the lush pink with a skin tearing bite.

“The fuck are you wearing?” Jeno glowers. Fisting the front of his baggy t shirt covering everything but your legs. Dislodging the cotton materials loose neckline enough to show off your décolletage, scattered with remnants of his bruising fathers lips. Lace panties cling to your cunt, sunken between your slit where they turn darkest.

“Ugh, what is this!? Did you fucking piss yourself?” Jeno smirks. Lowering to his knees, making to drag the tip of his nose where you’re drenched. Audibly swallowing down a juicy inhale of creamy wetness. “Stupid horny slut made me lose after I’ve been trying to get to level 9 for the last two hours.”

“Jeno, ah, I didn’t..” he strikes you with a judgmental arched brow. Punishingly slapping between your thighs. Never one to shy away from demonstrating destructive overt behavior. His palm smashes down, middle finger pushing your soaked panties inside. Squelching around the digit as globs ooze out of the lace, slickening his finger to glide in with ease.

“Is this what you want?” Jeno’s mouth falls open amused. Eyebrows lifted comically to add to the sarcasm in his tone. “Fucking disgusting how wet you are. What? Daddy didn’t fuck you properly today?”

Squirming, you find purchase in the t shirt slipping off your shoulder. Biting down on the collar to control the whimper giving away lascivious hidden thoughts about Jeno.

“You know that old asshole can’t fuck you better than me, don’t you?” Jeno states confidently. Sinking deeper inside your entrance until your underwear nearly rip. Following him down the middle to shove out cunt lips covered in high gloss sheen of arousal.

“W-will, are, are you?” You mumble around his shirt. Drawn to the way your hips grind down on instinct.

“Of course I am.” Jeno slips free, middle finger rubbing down the middle of his tongue with a hot gaze inching up your figure. He sucks around himself, lips left shiny with residual arousal. “Daddy might have taken you first— but I’ll leave you broken. Too fucked out to walk, find out who your fucking daddy is now.”

“Jeno, please..” you whine, gyrating your hips for more. Whatever Jeno wants to give you at this point. Feeling more edged and sensitive from lack of orgasm.

“Please what? Tell me exactly what you want, baby. I won’t give you anything if you don’t ask.” Jeno pushes his shirt up your torso until it rests under your chin. Breasts free for him to ogle hungrily, having to imagine how they’d look out of your uniform top for years.

“Please..” your head shakes, ashamed to give in this easily. Johnny had ruined you..

Jeno’s patience wears thin, tired of dealing with whatever this little act you’re putting up. As if he hadn’t caught you impaled on his father’s dick like some slut straight out of porn.

“You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk, is that it? Is that why you’re being so fucking annoying?” Jeno spits out, biting on one of your nipples with a hard tug. Teeth digging in painfully. Having to clamp your mouth shut to suppress a scream, Johnny’s still home after all..

Big fat tears roll down your face, chest racked with sobs. Trailing between your bodies again, Jeno pets your pussy, pressing down on your clit through the soaked material.

“You’re so wet..” He hums curiously. Reaching out to grab your face with his other hand, he jabs your cheeks in until your lips jut out. Bending over to bite your swollen lower lip until you’re hissing. “Why are you so wet for someone you don’t even wanna fuck huh?”

“I—..” your eyes widen, Jeno’s thick cock dips between your thighs. Pulling out as he sucks on the skin under your mouth. “I wan…want y-you.”

“Don’t lie, I fucking hate liars.”

“No-not lying.” You gulp, lowering one of your hands to tug your underwear aside. Jeno sits up ripping off his hoodie. He’s perfect, he’s always been perfect. If Johnny’s better than Greek God’s, Jeno’s what men should have been modeled after..at least physically.

“Is that right then?” He grabs onto the base of his cock, swiping up and down between your folds. Disgusting gushing noises travel between your lower halves. The bulbous head tries to push past your tight entrance.

“Fuck me..please Jeno, want it. Want you.” You hate to admit it. Lifting your neck up in awe watching his length struggle to penetrate you. “W-won’t fit..”

You’re almost speechless, dropping back with a cry. Jeno’s tip thrusts in, stretching you to full capacity.

“I’ll make it fit baby.” Jeno shushes you, snapping forward halfway with a stuttering thrust. Bracketing your head, his mouth falls on top of yours sucking down each shattered little cry you let out. Sliding further inside even with restraint around his cock making it harder to not just fuck all the way into you.

Jeno cups the back of your head with one hand, the other covering the necklace his dad gifted you. Wrapping your throat snuggly under his palm.

“Look at this.” Jeno finally fills you to the brim, balls deep. Connecting your bottom halves together completely. Holding himself off your body just enough for you to see it. He thrust once for you to watch the way your stomach swells. Stuffed deep enough to make you bulge out. “That means I fucking own you now.”

Letting your head drop back, Jeno wraps your neck securely with both hands. Gripping until you can hardly breathe anymore.

“Belong to me, just me.” Punctuating his words with a punishing thrust, Jeno’s length sits heavy inside you each time he bottoms out. Smiling menacingly when you nod like a maniac, slapping around his forearms for some purchase. He starts to pick up the pace fucking you thoroughly. Huge cock dipping in and out encouraging more wetness to drip down onto his bed.

Jeno’s cutting off your air and wails, choking you hard enough to leave marks behind that you’ll have to hide with makeup. He wants you to get caught, he wants the both of you to get caught. You should have never fucked his dad in the first place.

“Fucking slut.” He lets out through harsh intakes of breath. Growling low and raspy in his throat. Watching your body jostle under him with each violent thrust. “Meant for this aren’t you? Meant to take my cock.”

High pitched mewls pass from your lips, clutching at Jeno’s veiny rippling forearms, digging your nails into his wrists. He likes it, knowing your marks will be there the next day to remind him of how he ruined your pussy. Moaning over and over again in a woozy state that he’s brought you to. Plowed into mercilessly making your toes curl.

“Jeno— cum-I’m cum—“ you choke out, eyes rolling back, clamping your thighs around his hips. He snaps faster at that, lowering until his elbows dig into your ribs. Jeno grunts, fucking your hips deeper into the matress.

“No one else will ever make you feel as good as I make you feel, do you hear me?” Jeno shakes your neck, loosening his hold enough, waiting for your reply. Nothing but garbled noises pass, hips lifting just enough to slot him against that spot pushing you to the peak.

Jeno captures your scream with lips smacked against yours. His abdomen twitches milked by your walls squeezing around his throbbing length. Unable to hold back any longer, releasing his seed deep inside your cunt.

Jeno seems to have a thing for cumming inside of you, just like his dad..

He sits up on wobbly legs, inching out slowly to watch creamy globs of cum mixed in with your release drip out around his size. Fingering it up and down between your slit. He wads up a dollop, pushing it back inside your sore stretched out hole. Lifting whatever drips out to his mouth to suck off the mixture of your releases.

“This pussy’s mine now.” Jeno looks crazed speaking to himself. Kissing across your collarbone, he sucks roughly enough to draw blood up to the surface. Too disoriented to shove him away, caught up catching your breath to pay attention to anything past the static noise filling your ears. Lowering down, he lays his head on your stomach. Playing with the sticky combined cum that won’t stay inside of you.

Jeno grumbles, licking a small pathway to your navel. It’d be sweet if he hadn’t just fucked you into the next century..

“Stupid asshole, taking what was mine to begin with.”

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Johnny notices you’ve grown less needy in the next week. Blaming your studies for piling up when he kisses your ear. You’re not lying necessarily, even if you feign feeling too exhausted to visit his office after dinner.

“I have so many exams this week.” You don’t, but Jeno insists over text messages that you help him out with an ‘online test’ after dinner.

Johnny seems frustrated by your lack of excitement. Stroking the vein along the side of your throat down to the hem of your collar. Squinting as he catches something similar to a bruise on your collarbone. Easing free from his arms as you pretend to yawn again, you blow him a kiss goodnight. His brows furrow wondering why you would choose studying over precious time that could be spent drooling on his cock.

It’s not that you’d rather spend it drooling over Jeno’s, but that is where you find yourself a couple minutes later.

“You’re getting better at this.” Jeno groans, butt lifted from his gaming chair rocking forward until you finally gag around him. “I guess daddy’s useful for something. Transforming you into a perfect slut for me.”

“Mmphh” you try to nod, barely able to move with Jeno shoving you down. Nose shoved against warm skin above the base of his cock. Coughing and regurgitating roughly as he presses harder. Sounds of struggle only seem to appease him more, balls tightening up with each resistant muffle. Reaching down, Jeno pinches your nostrils together until you’re squirming fiercely underneath his desk. Foot shoving past your jumping thighs until your heated core presses against his shin.

“Son?” Johnny enters. Stiffening Jeno momentarily without even giving him a warning knock on the door. He sounds serious, maybe even angry. “I have to talk to you.”

Jeno’s throat clears, letting go of the back of your head to wipe sweat from his brow bone. “Dad. What’s up.”

Returning his father with a serious tone, Jeno keeps a pinching hold on your nose. Cock buried full inside your mouth. His calve lifts up and down rubbing your wet panties against his leg.

“Coach called me today, he said you’re flunking out of physics. He can’t save your ass again if you don’t make this grade.” Johnny’s definitely disappointed. The floor creaks, catching moving shadows from under Jeno’s desk, he’s pacing back and forth. Probably rubbing his chin in annoyance.

“I’ll try harder.” Jeno lies through his teeth, desperate to get his dad to leave. Forcing your hips to circle his leg with a heightened speed.

“You say this everytime.” His dad sighs, jolting under the desk trying to not choke around Jeno again when Johnny says your name. “Why can’t you be more like her? Studying right now instead of wasting time online playing games.”

If Johnny doesn’t leave soon, you fear passing out. Jeno must pick up on your nerves when your thighs clutch around him. Letting your nose go he lets out a long winded sigh just in time to cover the deep breath you take, filling your brain with enough oxygen to calm yourself down.

“You’re right dad, I’m sorry. I’m going to spend the rest of my night trying to be more like her.” It comes out sounding more snarky to you than he means it. Full of sarcasm but innocent enough to convince Johnny there’s no getting through to his idiot son. Either way it’s the response he wants to hear, telling Jeno to take his academics seriously on the way out.

Letting out a lengthy breath, Jeno wheels back in his seat to watch you struggle on his size. Face destroyed with tears and snot staring up at him.

“Daddy wants me to be more like you, did you hear that?” He taunts, gripping your hair with both hands. Beating the top of his foot against your ass. “A dumb little whore good for nothing but taking cock.”

That seems like enough to set him off. Pushing up from his seat higher to fully thrust up into your mouth. A controlled hold on your hair keeping you held in place to fuck your throat harder, fast enough for his balls covered in drool to wetly smack against the bottom of your chin. Beating into your face until you sound ready to throw up.

“C-can’t do that, C-can I?” Jeno’s growling between ragged breaths. Rolling a bundle of your hair together in one fist, pulling roughly. Free’d up to slap your cheek repeatedly where his cock bulges out with each thrust. “Fuck!”

Screaming between grinding teeth, Jeno’s butt clenches. Stilling buried as far down your throat as you can handle, not missing an inch.

His nose wrinkles up, licking his lips between pleasured hisses. Making your throat drown with hot white strings of cum trickling down.

“Wait until he finds out..” Jeno grunts, shoving your face away roughly. The top of your head knocking against the desk. “You’re nothing but a stupid whore getting off on my leg.”

Tucking himself back in, Jeno nods to the sheen left on his calve. “Clean it up.”

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Jeno’s determined to break you. His father may treat you like fine China, easy to crack, extra careful to not drop but Jeno wants you covered in bite marks and bruises. He seems more determined than ever to ruin you for anyone else.

“You wanna be my slut only, don’t you?” Jeno shakes you by the throat. Pistoning his hips forward filling your insides. He knows you could get caught, acting more reckless than ever this last week. He doesn’t care, he wants it to happen.

“Je-Jeno..” you croak struggling under his harsh grip. Arching off the bed, cock catching right where you need him with his next thrust.

“Daddy won’t fuck you like me.” He emphasizes with a rough pass. Lodged deep inside just to watch the skin under your belly button protrude with each grind. “Come on baby, tell me the truth. That old man fuck you like this?”

The truth would only infuriate him.. more than enough of a good reason to be honest.

“He’s better.” You manage to get out. Lungs constricted yet again from Jeno’s chokehold. He’s manic, glaring at you with widened eyes.

“The fuck did you just say?” Jeno grits, slapping against your ass roughly. Hip bones crashing into you at a maddening pace. He’s still too big for you to be used to, exhaling short breaths as you get further up the bed. The top of your head knocking into the headboard with each deadly thrust he delivers.

Sure, it was stupid to piss him off, but your wit’s easy to forget with smooth cock pushing you to your limits.

“Taking it like a fucking whore.” Jeno murmurs, eyeing how much more slippery his length is each draw back. “Because that pussy belongs to me, just for me. Only my pussy to fuck.”

“Y-yes..” you know you shouldn’t agree, but the way Jeno’s cock twitches inside of you at that makes the lie worth it. Feeling dumbed down by dick, ditzy enough to forget you’re only here because Jeno’s blackmailing you with a video of you fucking his dad. Your mom’s boyfriend..

“You love this fat cock in you, don’t you?!” He asks, more ferocious. Hips jerking forward to pound into you harder. Jeno holds your neck with one hand, using the other to pat your cheek rougher than he should.

“Mmm…mhmmm..” rutting up, you fuck him back. Heavy balls emiting wet sounds as they land against your cunt.

“Keep fucking yourself on my dick.” Jeno orders, quietly impressed by the amount of wetness coating his size. He uses the motivation to thrust into you faster. Pussy gripped around him tight enough he nearly pops out. Throwing extra force with the next swivel of his hips, slamming until you’re nothing but shriveled sobs.

You should feel stupid cumming around Jeno’s cock after everything he’s put you through, and still puts you through. There’s more to it than just good dick. Babbling nonsense before he shuts you up with a hot press of his lips. Jeno likes kissing you more than he should, enough to reach his climax with a few more thrusts. Balls emptying inside of you again.

A nap seems like a great idea right now, if only you had been paying attention when Jeno didn’t actually lock the door behind you..

“I knew it.” Johnny enters Jeno’s bedroom, hands clasped together with a tight jaw. The sound of his tongue clicking from behind his sealed lips. Of course Jeno didn’t lock the door, of course. “I fucking knew it.”

Jeno grunts, slapping one of his hands over your mouth as you start to squawk apologetically. Continuing to keep you held down with a choking hold around your neck. “Looks like daddy showed up. Almost thought you’d let me down again.”

It’s silent for a moment other than the rough circling sounds of Jeno’s hips rolling down. Forcing wetness between your lower halves to slap skin on skin together stickly.

“Can’t believe you’re my son.” Johnny glares down at him. One brow lifting unimpressed. “There’s no way you’ve ever made her cum with that weak stroke.”

That’s the last thing you expect to hear, he’s mad, at Jeno.

“I make her cum more than you’ll ever be able to old man.” Jeno spits back. Shoving your thighs open to show off his cum leaking out. Johny laughs at that beginning to loosen his tie, sitting up on your elbows confused when he unbuttons his top.

“Daddy??” You asks, unsure if this is actually happening or Jeno just fucked you that good.

“Shh shh princess. I know.” Johnny moves further inside the room, unzipping his slacks. He pets your heated tear stained cheek cooing. Tsking when he sees the marks Jeno’s left behind on your neck and chest.

“Pathetic little boy that has no idea how to treat pretty girls like you.” He sneers, pushing his boxers and slacks off in one go. Fingers snapping at Jeno, nodding his chin behind you. “Hold her.”

Even if he’s annoyed, Jeno listens, moving behind you to scoop underneath your arms. Back rested on his chest, reaching up to move hair away that's stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“What’s..what’s going on?” You quiver looking over Johnny’s bare figure in front of you. Jeno’s stiff cock digs into the dip of your back. His dad lifting your ankles onto his shoulders, wrapping around his cock to push away the cums thats still stuck on your labia.

“Gotta show Jeno how it’s done.” Johnny says calmly, as if this happens all the time. “Can’t have someone with my last name out there ruining my reputation like this.”

Naively you wonder what reputation, quickly shutting out that thought when Johnny presses on your sensitive clit. “Ah! It hurts!”

Johnny beams down at you, eyes twinkling joyfully. “Ah, you poor thing.” Johnny chuckles. “Does it hurt badly?”

It sounds comical to hear again, this had to be a joke. Jeno’s lips press to the side of your forehead, mumbling for you to stay quiet.

“Hurry up and fuck her dad.” He pipes up abruptly. Growing fully hard behind you again. Impatiently waiting for his father to finish so he can go another round.

“Shut your mouth.” Johnny throws out keeping his gaze on you. “You ready sweetie?”

Your mouth wants to say ‘no’ but you nod ‘yes’. Hissing through your teeth as Johnny holds your hips in place, positioning himself at your dripping cunt. He sheathes inside, stretching with much more ease to accommodate his length after taking Jeno.

“That’s a good girl.” Johnny says, cupping the backs of your thighs. He lifts them until you’re folded up, sandwiched between his and Jeno’s chest. His cock sliding in even deeper at this new angle, breaking through your womb. “Even if you’re letting my son use your pretty pussy up.”

“She likes my dick more.” Jeno mutters against your cheek. Palming your chest, he pinches your nipples making you arch as much as you’re able to crushed under his father’s weight.

“Don’t lie to yourself Jeno.” Johnny grunts pistoning with fierce vigor. Cock drilling into you faster upon hearing his son’s words. There’s no way you could enjoy this with Jeno more.

Not when you’re cumming after only minutes. Johnny fucks against your resistance, slippery, dripping down past his balls. Thrusts grow brutal set to prove he only he can fuck you properly. Fuck you good enough to drive you crazy, begging for his cock.

“D-daddy, can’t, no..no more..” you croon. Jeno reaches up to cover your mouth and shush you. His dad’s eyebrows twist together frustrated, wanting to fuck another orgasm out of you.

Johnny’s close, jostling your body with each thrust against Jeno’s sweaty chest. Short of breath after having another orgasm fucked out of you. He’s biting on his lip hard enough to taste blood. Fucking long and hard, turning delirious to the pleasure of your tight cunt wrapping him with maddening heat.

“Honey! Surprise! I’m home!!” It’s your mom's voice carrying up the stairs. Hazily shaking your head on Jeno’s shoulder too strung out after another weak orgasm passes through you.

“What the fuck?” Jeno panics letting go of your arms. “Dad, what the fuck? Why is she home??”

“Urghh..” you gurgle random sounds, burying your face in Jeno’s pillow. Fucked into at an increased speed.

“Dad, stop!” Jeno hisses, finally realizing the doors not even fully shut.

“Johnny?” She says again, closer. Walking away from his office toward the staircase.

“Fuck…ugh fuck.” Johnny shoots out a hot load of semen with one final thrust. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs rushing him along faster than he wants. Pulling out with a lewd pop he grabs Jeno’s shoulder shoving him down. Listening to your mother opening their bedroom door down the hall calling his name again. He scrambles to gather his clothing, glancing at Jeno’s closet and bathroom. Bathroom meant a window to escape from if need be.

Your mother with no concern for lack of privacy rips open the door to Jeno’s bedroom next, just as Johnny opts for the bathroom. Keeping the door halfway open and hiding just behind it for less suspicion.

“Joh— oh my God! What the hell is going on here!” Her smile falls, brows shot up to her hairline taking in the sight of Jeno on his knees in front of you. Cum dripping out past the perineum of your ass onto Jeno’s bed where his earlier release stains.

Jeno sighs, quickly catching his dad’s cold stare between the door crack before turning to your mom.

Whether it be pure boredom or depression, you had no excuse for your shit behavior. Ultimately being a ‘good’ person was opinion based. That’s what you repeated to yourself whenever your moral conscience kicked in. Shoving aside whatever common sense you should have by now.

You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover either. You also shouldn’t base opinions off of anyone’s appearance. You should have some depth, a shallow inside will gain you nothing.

Not that you cared.

Advice heard from various lips throughout your life. Strangers, friends, family. Who cares what they think anyway.

Your mother was one of the first to call you an ‘ungrateful brat’ after you’d lovingly referred to her new boyfriend as a ‘fucking monster’. As much as it stung at first, words only made you grow hard with time. More difficult to deal with, losing the last bits of emotional depth you’d carried from naive childhood.

Life had become an empty journey. Waking up only to continue an act of survival. Amusing yourself with petty childish tricks and games. It had been a fine coping mechanism. Enough to get by, using new ways to pick on others to distract from any negative thoughts.

Life had been moving smoothly for the most part otherwise. Managing to watch from afar as random people dealt with complications at your menacing hands. Disturbing their peace only to calm your crave for destruction.

That was until the day you met Johnny.

Johnny Suh. A man who made you wish you had listened up whenever being scolded. He would turn out to be your hardest lesson yet.

Desperately seeking a connection: I can’t believe I am doing this right now but..yesterday I ran into you at the grocery store. I was the tall bookish fella wearing a knitted brown cardigan.

You were the beautiful striking brunette searching through a recipe on your phone. We bumped into each other and your jaw dropped in awe of my height. I could be all wrong but I felt something? Perhaps it was just me, but I would love to take you out sometime and get to know each other. Maybe we could cook up a new recipe together. If you happen to see this my phone number is xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Johnny, your aisle prince able to reach for ingredients on the top shelf.

“Aisle prince? More like a pathetic loser.” You laugh to your friend. Folding the newspaper in half after reciting the personal ads of the day. “A brown knit cardigan? The only connection she was probably feeling was static.”

“He sounds like a real winner.” Your friend rolls her eyes. Her fingers tap along the moist glass containing a half melted milkshake. Having forced her to try out a new diner in your small town. Grand openings are rare in a place full of mom and pop shops. She was annoyed enough as is, mentioning something about job applications.

“What if I…” you smile mischievously, swiping open your phone. Newspaper rustling in your other hand as you shake it open to find the ad again. Beginning to type the phone number this Johnny had added in all too excited. Phone snatched from your hold before you can finish.

“What are you doing?!” She gasps, locking the device. Her brows scrunching together half annoyed, half in disbelief.

“Calling this dude up.” You scoff as if it’s so obvious. Adding more feminine pitch to your voice. “Get this losers hopes up that his long lost soulmate somehow stumbled upon this pathetic ad. It’s me, your grocery aisle princess, come to claim my throne.”

“Why?” She rolls her eyes letting you steal your phone back with no fight.

“Can’t you tell?” You fake shock, deadpanning within a second. “I’m bored.”

“Great, that’s just great.” She scoffs. Snapping fingers at a waiter with a curly haired mullet. “Check! Please!”

“Shhh!” You shove her hand down, waving the waiter off. “It’s ringing!”

“Hang up!” She hisses. Swatting her grubby hands away, you take a deep breath preparing to pounce.

“Hello?” A gentle deep voice halts your tiff. Choking on a wad of saliva as you shoot up straight. Raising your index finger to shush your friend, you breathe out softly.

“Hello? My grocery aisle prince? Is that you my darling?” You respond with a honey laced tone. Wanting the man on the other end to picture a dainty brunette, twirling hair around a finger like some brainless bimbo.

“I— excuse me? Oh!” He sounds gleeful, full of life. Exuberant in comparison to the soft way he answered. “Oh gosh. My striking brunette?”

His laugh resounds throughout your phone's speaker. It’s silly, damn near pathetic. Pacing yourself to match his excitement, you compliment him for the ad.

“It must be fate, my prince charming finally found me.” You let out a dreamy sigh. Pinching your friend after she slaps at your arm, mouthing to ‘hang up’. “Gosh! I’d love to meet with you today. Are you perhaps free right now? Maybe we could catch a meal together. There’s a new diner just opened downtown, I'm dying to try!”

“I just received a flyer for that spot the other day. Hmm.” Rustling follows, he falls silent for a minute. “My daughters on a playdate for the evening. It must be fate, my schedule is even clear tonight. I’d too love to spend some time getting to know each other, maybe over a cup of coffee?”

“That sounds lovely Johnny. Meet you there in an hour?” You beam, rolling your eyes. He agrees, ending the call with a ‘can’t wait to see you’.

It takes no more than an hour for the bells above the entrance to chime. Having to double take when a man ducks his way inside.

“Oh my God, that must be him.” You whisper. Slinking lower into the booth as you peer at a tall man step inside with hesitation.

A brown cardigan hung lamely on his broad shoulders. Faded and tattered from years of wear. His hair is straight, stopping just mid-neck. He’s stood there awkwardly for a bit, glancing around the diner. Pushing at the center of the glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose.

He’s squinting for about a minute, pretending to focus on the menu between flittering his gaze around for a familiar face. Peeping at his watch, he walks to the counter.

“He looks..” you trail off. Strands of hair fall around his face as he reads over the menu up close. His mouth tweaks side to side hollowing out the skin under his cheekbones. Further jutted out pronouncing how angular his face is. He’s not what you would expect from the personal ad at all.

“He looks like any random desperate single dad.” Your friend continues for you. Her lips purse, nose scrunching as if she’s annoyed. Annoyed that you dragged her into another one of these immature ventures. “He could be your dad.”

“That’s not funny.” You hiss. Scooting near the edge of the booth to take in the rest of his appearance. Faded ill-fitting corduroy slacks, visible brown socks to match his cardigan…patterned with some orange and creme design, loafers scuffed up at the toe. This guys helpless..

“Stare any harder and he’ll get suspicious you know.” Your friend grips you elbow, hauling you closer to her side of the booth. Opening up a compact mirror to get a good sneaking visual on your target. “He’s ordering.”

“A vanilla milkshake..” you snort. The waiter sets down a foamy caloric sugary concoction before him. Johnny stirring the cream on top with the end of a straw. He looks around again, hunching down to lick it off. “Who in their right mind orders a vanilla milkshake?”

“This is so cruel.” Your friend pipes up after 40 minutes have gone by. Johnny never sips at his drink. He more so plays with it, scooping small bits to lick off the straw until it's melted too much.

“How long do you think he’ll sit there?” You ponder out loud. Grateful you’d remembered to block your number as he picks up his phone, more disappointed each time.

“Don’t know but I can’t hang around to find out.” Your friend moves to stand. Shoving the newspaper at your chest. “Promise me you’ll at least look at the job listings? We need to put down a deposit on a place before summer ends.”

“Yeah yeah.” You sigh tired of this subject, waving goodbye. Job this, job that. All this whining just to move 5 miles away, because ‘we’re adults now, you can’t seriously expect any privacy living with your mom still.’ Whatever.

You ask for another refill on your lemonade, the waiters brow growing heavy. Looking at you and then the giant clock hung on the wall. Your brow lifts his direction, sipping at your drink with a daring look. As if he’d say anything.

Johnny finally gives up by hour three. One long sip through his straw to finish off what his milkshake has become.

Standing up with a stretch, cracking his neck side to side. A wound tight fist clenched by his hip bounces off a pocket that jingles. Probably carrying car keys, change or something.

With your face ducked hiding half behind a row of empty glasses, you watch him walk out. Defeated in many ways. As if he just sat berating himself for the past few hours.

Broken people always intrigued you. Wondering to yourself how dedicated he could be to this facade. What made him tick, what hurt him the most. How he held out even longer than an hour, his pride had to be nonexistent.

You make your exit, glaring at the waiter who clearly just wanted this shift to end. Newspaper snuggly fitted under your arm.

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Johnny sitting alone at the diner counter weighed on your mind heavily the next day. Waking up, stirring honey in your tea as flashes of brown yarny fabric itched at the backs of your eyes.

It’s not that you felt bad, no not that..

Even after a long hot shower, spending extra time rinsing your skin until it feels tender and raw, the image of him sucking down the last bits of milkshake tapped at your skull.

Perhaps it was guilt more than anything? To witness the hope drain from his cheeks. Optimism crushed the longer he sat there. Neck craning toward the opening entrance less and less.

The clear grit of his teeth as he pushed away from the counter. Furiously filled out the receipt for the one vanilla milkshake he nursed over the span of three hours.

Cheeks twitched at the corners of his mouth, concealing a sigh. A painting of melancholy, yearning for more. The memory burrowed between your breasts, pestering you to rectify the situation you’d created.

Mumbling to yourself ‘I don’t care’, you reach for the paper. Curious to read his message again. Repeat the words over and over. Design a personality for this Johnny guy.

With a lick at your index finger, you flip open the paper, distracted by the job ads your friend had circled through. No doubt she intended for you to see them

Babysitter needed:

Summertime babysitter needed for my 7 year old daughter. Must be available to work Monday-Friday from 8 am to 4 pm. Pay starting at $15 hourly but willing to negotiate.

Please reach me at xxx-xxx-xxxx if interested in applying -Johnny Suh

Johnny Suh? The phone number matches the one sitting in your recent call history. Man, this Johnny guy needs to meet the worldwide web.

Although, your friend was bitching about how you needed to look for a job if you planned to live with her next semester..

A dial tone blares from your phone before you realize, snapping you back to reality.

“Hello?”

It’s him. The same voice repeated in your mind for the past 24 hours, like a song you couldn’t find the will to skip. Each word engraving itself repeatedly. You’d recognize it by the sound of his breath alone.

Clearing your throat, you sit up pressing the phone to your ear. Remembering to not alter your voice in any way- “Hi! I..I saw your ad, for a babysitter! Johnny Suh?”

“Oh! Yes, that’s me. Hello! Perfect timing, I just began interviews today actually. I’m sort of in a crunch for time.”

“That’s great! I’d love to uhm, do that!” You smack your forehead too hard. Sounding over eager enough to feel queasy, maybe due to the mysterious voice passing through your phone line.

Johnny covered a few more questions, setting up a time for you to come by tomorrow along with his address. God, you’d be in his house…what the hell were you doing.

“Does that sound good?” He asks. Nodding your head until he hums, still waiting.

“No yea, that’s— that’s perfect.” You swallow dryly. Clenching your buttcheeks nervously. How stupid could you be? Very.

“Great! I will be seeing you then.” Johnny sounds pleasant. Wishing you a great day before hanging up.

Tomorrow..

Your eyes dart over the address scribbled on the notepad in front of you. Why wait for tomorrow? Would it be so wrong to go scope out where he lives ahead of time? Possibly catch a glimpse of him?

He’d be none the wiser..

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It’s not hard to spot Johnny once you’ve parked across the street from his house. Far enough to go unnoticed, just close enough to catch a glimpse of him stepping out in that same brown cardigan he’d worn to the diner. He’s not alone this time, slouching down on one side as he walks along the sidewalk to a small park nearby.

A little girl with two expertly braided pigtails skips next to him. Her small fingers intertwined around two of his, keeping up with the mans pace easily as she took two steps with each skip to avoid the cracks on the ground.

This close up everything about him screamed lonesome single dad as you watched him approach the park. His mouth moved instructing the child to stay within an area where he could see her. Taking a seat on an emptied bench nearby, he pulls out a book from his pocket. Ankle crossed over his thigh as he settles down.

Denial buzzed around your thoughts. Grasping at emptiness for a logical explanation as to why you sat here watching Johnny finishing off what looks like three chapters. Occasionally pausing to wave at his daughter and offer her water.

There was something to the way Johnny sat there hunched over. Removing his glasses and cleaning them off with his cardigan. Shaking his hair away whenever the light early summer breeze blew it to obscure his vision.

The longer you sat observing him, the more you imagined walking over to sit by his side. Silently enjoy his company as the sun goes down.

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The roots of Johnny’s medium toned brown hair show signs of greying. Shorter strands stand straight manipulated by static. Without his glasses on, the lines around the corners of his eyes are amplified. Creasing as he smiles at you from across. Folding his hands on the table, he speaks with a pacifying vocal tone. One you’d use to communicate with a child.

“So, why babysitting?” Johnny straightens up in the cushioned dining room seat. Beginning the interview in a minimalistic, yet expensive looking dining room. Your throat dried up from the moment he’d greeted you at the door and brought you inside to begin discussing the babysitting job.

“I love kids!” You lie a bit too enthusiastically, unfamiliar with how most children even behave. The last time you’d interacted with kids was middle school..when you were also a child. “and I need to save up some money before college starts back up. I’m moving out with a friend soon to live closer to campus. I think this could really be my calling..for now.”

Johnny snorts softly at your answer. Charmed by your honesty. Jotting down notes quietly, making your legs shake against each other nervously.

“I’m teaching summer classes. Typically my daughter, Aera, is in school while I work. I’m rushing around a bit right now to find her a sitter and most of the candidates haven’t had an open schedule. Everything seems to check out with you though.” He takes a look over the resume you spent last night typing up. Including the information of referrals he’d asked for.

Johnny nods scanning your accolades. “Would you be able to work Monday through Friday? Usually 8am until 4pm, but my days can turn hectic easily. You may need to stay longer hours.”

“I think that’s perfect actually!” You nod eagerly. Johnny standing up and asking you to come with him to the living room.

“Is this Aera?” You ask upon spotting the same little girl from the day prior. She couldn’t be any older than 7 years. Seated on the floor with her back against the couch paying the two of you no mind. Completely engulfed by the tv screen.

“That’s my little princess.” Johnny folds his arms. Teeth on full display with a large smile. The hollows of his cheeks wrinkling deeper with prideful emotion taking over.

Following the childs line of sight, you bounce up happily with surprise. “Oh wow, Sailor Moon? I had no idea kids still watched this. My favorite show of all time.”

“Oh really? Aera loves Sailor Moon, she had me scouring the internet for weeks in search of properly subbed DVDs.” Johnny says. Pointing at the organized stacked collection of each season.

“That’s it then!” You squat down to meet Johnny’s daughter's level. “Can you believe I have a big white ball of fur at home named Artemis?”

Aera gasps excitedly, finally distracted from the episode playing. Sitting up suddenly more interested in you than the show. “What, really? I want to see!”

Whipping your phone out, you quickly get comfortable next to her, opening up an album full of nothing but photos and videos of your cat. A white persian male kitten that indeed responds to the name Artemis in each video.

“Oooh you need to get a girl cat with black fur and name her Luna!” She squeals. Pouting a frown. “Dad won’t let me! I’m allergic.”

“Aw what? Well you’re right then. I do need to find his Luna.”

“Ah, Aera, where are your manners? Introduce yourself properly to our guest like I taught you.” Johnny reprimands sweetly. His daughter responds with a boxy smile and hushed apology. Turning back to face you with her hand outstretched in greeting.

The two of you exchange names briefly. Falling back into conversation swimmingly. Aera chatters on happily, asking if you’ve seen any of the Frozen movies yet. Picking up a freshly washed Olaf stuffy laying by her side that Johnny seemed to keep in tip-top shape for her.

“We have to watch them together!” She exclaims. “Elsa is the second prettiest of all the princesses.”

It goes on like this for the next hour or so. Aera informing you that her father spends hours on youtube watching hair braiding tutorials to make sure her french braid is exceptional- to the point that her fellow classmates envy her and ask for tips on how to improve theirs. She expects you to do the same in his absence, of course.

“I think Aera likes you.” Johnny hands over a contract he’s drawn up to work over the next 7 weeks as his daughter's babysitter. Without giving the pay much of a second thought, you sign without question. Ready to start as soon as he wishes.

“My summer school courses begin tomorrow.” Johnny lets you know. “This is really helping me more than you know. Aera’s grandmother lives over an hour away. I had already began packing an overnight bag to take her over lat—“

“I’ll be here at 8am sharp then.” You interrupt. Clasping your hands together after handing him back the contract.

“That’s wonderful, seriously I can’t thank you enough for doing this on such short notice.” He glows as he smiles down at you. Chin pointed ahead. “Follow me, I’ll walk you out.”

Johnny leads you to the front of the house. Going over how far you live, if you’d be needing any assistance getting home. Convincing him a 10 minute walk cut down when you take the bus to 5 minutes would be no hassle. You stop and face him before leaving.

“This is probably too personal, but you mentioned Aera’s grandmother?” You quietly ask. Stepping out onto the front porch. “Is her mother not around?”

Johnny sighs, rubbing his palms together. Anxiously tipping back on his heels. “We divorced after Aera was born. Her mother suffered from heavy postpartum depression. She didn’t find herself fit to raise a child.”

“Oh my God Mr. Suh, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” You apologize profusely. Johnny fast to reassure you with his hands held up to let him continue.

“It’s okay, because I couldn’t love Aera more. She’s my entire world. My little princess. I’m willing to sacrifice anything for her.” His eyes sparkle, comforting you as he speaks with pure love. Remembering just yesterday how he spent hours at the park with his daughter. Too exhausted yourself to wait for them to leave. Johnny didn’t even seem affected by the long evening.

“That’s really amazing.” You chime in, flitting a look past him inside the house where Aera sits enjoying her time. Living the life of a happy child all thanks to her father. “My dad was never in the picture, personally.” You share in return. Feeling the need to even out the personal information.

Johnny seems surprised by your admission. Apologizing under his breath.

“It’s nice to see a single dad taking care of his daughter like this.” You continue. Acknowledging Johnny with a finger in his direction. “I can tell you’re a good father.”

“Ah..I try to do my best.” he blushes, rubbing at his nape shyly. Waving you off as he reaches for the door handle. “See you tomorrow then?”

“Yup. First day!”

Johnny smiles widely again. Mid-day sun enhances his soft brown eyes. Sparkling vibrantly as he says goodbye and tells you to get home safe.

Resting butterfly wings come to life on your walk home. Crashing against your ribcage with visions of rosy cheeks and pools of honey passing through your mind.

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“I hope I’m just like Princess Serena when I grow up.” Aera twirls around. Following along with the same movements Sailor Moon displays on the tv. Her dress lifts magically, assisted by the powerful blow of air conditioning. Johnny blasting the A/C as you ran up to the house just in time with beads of sweat on your forehead.

“Of course you will be!” You perk up. Crawling around on your knees to gather all of her toys from the living room floor. “Princess Aera is destined to be even more beautiful, at least that's what my kitten Artemis told me last night.”

Aera lets out a cute gasp of shock, clasping her hands together as she continues to dance around lost in her daydream.

Johnny’s watching you two from the dining room with the most endearing smile. Having gotten out of classes earlier today, just in time to find his daughter coloring your eyelids with cheap non-toxic glitter glue. He huffs a light chuckle as you approach lugging a bag of Barbie dolls. Pointing to his head with a nod at yours.

“Princess play today?” He asks.

“Huh?” You scramble reaching for the plastic tiara tangled in your messy hair after hours of hanging out with Aera. Today had indeed been ‘the two princesses from other realms meeting for the first time only to discover they’re sisters’. She has quite the large imagination you’d learned within the first few hours alone.

“One of my Aera’s favorites. I’ve let her watch too many Barbie films. Now picture me prancing around with one arm in one of those plastic frilly pink dresses. I’m not allowed to play the prince, obviously. The prince must be handsome, is what Aera says.” Johny laughs. Gently sweeping the fallen strands away from your face once you finally manage to detangle the tiara trapped in the largest knot.

“But you are very handsome!” You blurt out. Mortification fills your chest, turning to look away only to nestle into Johnny’s palm. It’s soft and calloused, warm yet rough. Maintained with lotion to avoid cracking skin, but beat up from years of labor around the house. It feels like.. Johnny. What Johnny would feel like based on his looks. “I.. sorry.”

His thumb grazes your cheekbone before you make an attempt to move. “I suppose I’m not handsome enough to be a prince.”

“I..I don’t think so..” your throat quivers. Eyes snapping to look over Johnny’s relaxed face. Realizing you’ve been caressing his palm for far too long now. His thumb continues to stroke your cheekbone. Other hand reaching toward the plastic crown still caught up in a couple of tendrils.

Touch drifting away from your heated up skin to focus on detangling the rest of your hair without pulling. He hums, brushing the tips of his fingers through your strands to ebb away frizz. Clearly practiced as he barely tugs on your scalp.

“You’re both right. I am no fairytale prince.” Johnny nods. The corners of his eyelids drooped down a hint.

“Huh? No, that’s not what I meant, Mr. Suh! I mean, like you are handsome. You’re very attractive!” You splutter. Forcing your teeth to grit together and form a smile despite embarrassment draining down to your fingertips.

He grins, playing with loose strands of hair near your ear. Brushing them back to reveal more of your face.

“Thank You…princess.” Johnny blinks slowly, dropping his hand away as if you’ve just burned him. Taking a step back away from you. He picks up a book from the dining table, using it to point toward his home office. Clearing his throat, he moves to leave. “I’ll be reading for a bit while you’re still here.”

“Oh? What are you reading?” You ask curiously to deter from the awkward moment. Peaking at the hardcover in his hand as you chew your lower lip to suppress any wild reaction to the nickname.

“The Rules Of Attraction.” He taps the book. “I decided to take it upon myself to do a summer reading list with my class. While they’re stuck reading George Orwell and To Kill A Mockingbird again, I’m taking the Bret Easton Ellis route.”

“Oh!” Your fingers snap at the mention of the author. “Less Than Zero!”

Johnny seems taken aback. Cradling the novel to his chest to converse with you more comfortably. “You’ve read it?”

“One of my favorites.” You boast proudly. “His first published work I believe?”

“Now, I have to ask, why is that one of your favorites?”

“I guess the alienation from everything around him. The overall distraught, downward spiral, isolation..” you try to recall. Shrugging, nodding to the book he holds “Let me know how you like that one. I was planning on starting American Psycho next.”

Johnny smiles apprehensively, an intrigued gleam in his gaze as he watches you. “I bet your English teachers loved you.”

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It had become quite tiresome to even attempt flirting with Johnny. He knew how to shoot you down in the most asinine way. Too dumb to even realize what he was doing. You couldn’t feel offended by his lack of pursuit. Afterall, he never failed to remind you of your age difference. Treating you more like a second child than a potential love interest.

Grumbling to yourself, you clean up the mess you made with Aera today. Johnny prepares dinner for the two of them in the kitchen before you leave for the evening. The phone rings, pausing both of your ministrations.

“I’ll grab it!” You shout, popping up to scramble toward the houseline. Johnny jogs from the kitchen with a ‘got it!’. The two of you crash together before either of you reach the phone. Beeping as it goes to voicemail. Johnny’s arm loops around your waist to control the collision. The both of you watching the machine as a woman’s voice permeates.

‘I suppose I have called at a bad time. I happened to find an ad in the paper today. Maybe it was destiny.. my grocery aisle prince was looking for me afterall it se—‘

Johnny nearly topples you over as he reaches to shut off the device. Anger overtaking his features, scrambling to hit the delete button.

“What are you doing! Stop!” You panic. Wrapping around his large forearm with both of your hands in an attempt to make him move. Johnny hits to erase the message as you fail to even make him budge.

Lifting a brow, he eyes over the position you’ve landed in. Clinging onto him like a monkey hung on a tree branch.

“What’s going on?” He asks. Directed at the implication behind your actions.

“Why..” you stutter, licking at the roof of your mouth dryly. “Why did you delete that?!”

Johnny waves it off, removing you off his arm. He dusts off his shirt that wrinkled in the process. “It’s just some stupid kid looking for a laugh. Don’t worry about it.”

“But!” You stammer. Pointing at the machine. “Don’t you have caller ID?! You need to call her back! She sounded interested in.. I don’t know! A date?”

Johnny watches you try to come up with an explanation. Hands on his hips and brows twisted together confused.

“Trust me, it’s nothing serious.” He brushes it off again. “Some silly kids trying to get a rise out of an old man like me is all.”

Your shoulders fall, lost for words to come up with. Built up guilt clawing at your insides. Reminded of how you have only added to shattering Johnny’s confidence. May as well be carrying a hammer for him to know what type of awful person you are.

“You think I need to date that badly huh?” Johnny speaks up, breaking your inner turmoil eating away at you. He shrugs, a lackluster expression taking over his handsome face. “I can’t relate to 99% of humanity, honestly. Dating is hopeless for me.”

“I can’t relate to humanity much either..” you agree. Discouraged as you try to make him feel better. “But, I don’t think it’s completely hopeless?”

Johnny forces a smile, for your sake only. Patting your arm before returning to the kitchen.

“That makes one of us.”

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Johnny’s rushing home again. Meetings after class had ended up extending his stay to much later in the evening than usual. He texts you numerous apologies adding in that you deserve a bonus for putting up with him.

If only he knew the type of bonus you were determined to get.

“Thank you for staying late. I’m sorry about that, I didn’t realize this meeting would run so long.” Johnny says breathlessly. The front door slamming shut behind him as he rips off his coat. Handsome as ever wearing a tucked in collared button down. Tie hanging loose on his neck with the first few buttons undone while sitting in traffic. His spine cracking loudly with a stretch and slump.

“Oh, no worries. It happens.”

“You’re not walking home, right?” He asks, concerned. Giving the window a double take for you to see how dark it is.

“I just walk a couple of blocks to the station. My cars in the shop, a busted headlight.” You shrug. Gathering your belongings. Johnny’s tongue clicks soundly, his keys jingling.

“I can’t let you walk home this late, it’s way too dark outside. I won’t be able to rest peacefully.” Johnny retorts.

“Oh no worries Mr. Suh” you ward him off with a wave of your hand. “I walk home late all the time. This isn’t exactly an area known for high crime rate.”

“Nonsense. It’s not safe for a beautiful young girl to walk alone at night.” Johnny lifts his arms shooing you toward the front door to exit. “I won’t take no for an answer. You texted me that Aera’s all tuckered out and sleeping. I won’t be long, you live pretty close right?”

Coming to a halt near the door you cock a brow his way. Tuning out any words after the subtle compliment passed from his lips. Adjusting the strap of your bag nervously, you turn to face him- “..beautiful?”

Johnny stiffens a bit, now bypassing your question as he pulls on his coat again.

“Of course.” He forces a tight lipped smile. Shaking his keys out of habit with another nod toward the front door.

You follow after him, shuffling faster to catch up to his long stride. Johnny able to move faster on such long legs. He reaches to open the passenger door for you, stopped by the brush of your fingers along his wrist.

“You think..do you really think I’m beautiful?” You ask him with more confidence. Time is fleeting as days spent taking care of Aera lack Johnny’s presence. Leaving you craving for more time with him, coming up with excuses to clean or help him cook up dinner when he’s too tired after work. Confidence could quickly turn to desperation, with Johnny’s summer semester ending soon. What use would he have for you then?

With his lips pursed together, he opens the car door despite your figure blocking the way. Unlocking it, left only a crack open.

“Look at you.” Johnny trails off. Gaze darting over your face lit up by dim street lamps. Shadows of tree branches and leaves passing with the wind. His chest pounds, having to take deep breaths to cool the tingle traveling down to his guts. “You know you’re stunning. I’m sure your boyfriend reminds you every time he sees you.”

“I don’t..” you grimace, confessing something your best friend pestered you about enough. “I’ve never really had a boyfriend.”

“What?” He takes a step back. One foot on the sidewalk curb as the other sets down on the street near his car's tire. His face dawned an actual look of surprise. “Never?”

“I’m not..” you start, anxiously shifting foot to foot. “I’m not inexperienced. I just haven’t found someone who.. I feel a connection to… At least I hadn’t.”

Johnny averts his eyes, adamant to avoid addressing your last sentence. “It takes time. Don’t worry about it. You will find someone who..” he huffs, thinking over his advice. “There is someone out there for all of us. Figure out what you really want first. It all starts with you.. maybe you don’t know what you’re looking for yet?”

“I guess.. I want someone who sees my demons and plays with them instead of running away in fear.” You mutter, mostly under your breath. Blinking away the rush of moisture gathering at your lashes. “I’m tired of feeling like I’m stuck in some never ending horror movie with no hope to escape.”

“No one’s perfect.” Johnny speaks softly. His voice sounds fresh out of the dryer like a fuzzy blanket draped over your shoulders. Wrapping you with comfort, advice only one who has been through more than enough can provide. “You have to let people in. Maybe you’re the one running.”

Tilting your chin up, you take in Johnny’s creased skin. Lifting your thumb to smooth away the lines etched deeper than usual beneath the pools of honey permanently ingrained in your dreams these days. Evidence of how tired he is after hours spent with teenagers. He moves barely, just enough to let you know he likes it. Lazed eyelids falling shut for longer than a second to enjoy the full experience of your tracing thumb.

“Would you?“ You question wearily. Drawing a path down the bridge of his nose to the space just above the jut of his curved out upper lip.

Johnny swallows, long neck doing nothing to hide the bounce of his Adams apple. Flicking his gaze to lock on yours, he circles your wrist. Pausing you just as you’re about to stroke the ridge of his lip. “You shouldn’t do this. Not with me.”

“and why not?” You do your best to restrict the petulant whine wishing to escape. Jerking your gaze away from his mouth to scowl at him.

“You’re just so young..” Johnny hesitates. Having to bite down on the back sides of his tongue. He sets your arms down, letting out a tired sigh. “and I’m..an old man with a kid. You can do better than me.”

“I’m not! And I’m old enough to know what I want! I’m an adult!” You boldly state. Ripping free of his loose hold. “Johnny..I—“

“Mr. Suh.” Johnny is quick to correct you. Fitting you with a pointed stare, hard enough to weaken you on the spot. He shakes his head with a hard swallow. “Listen, it’s late. It’s been a long day for both of us I’m sure. Get in the car okay? Your mother is probably worried.”

Making the quick decision to not put up a fight you get in the car. The short ride home is stiff, silent. Distracted by picking at your nails to ignore the sense of crushing weight on your shoulders. Johnny seems no better, opening and shutting his mouth as if he has no clue what to say from here.

He parks nearby your apartment complex letting you direct him. Old car engine rumbling through the humid summer night air. Releasing your seatbelt, you angle your torso to face him.

“I’m sorry.” You grieve. Throat lodged tight with nerves as you go on. “I’m just so sick of everything and everyone lately. Most days, it feels like you’re the only person I look forward to seeing anymore.”

Johnny’s long fingers drum against the steering wheel. Gripping it before he turns to look at you. His drowsy features even more drained after the quiet awkward drive.

“This will pass. You’ve been around me more than you have been around guys your age these days. Once you start school again, you’ll see.” He explains. A glint of pain passing his pupils as they shake.

“Why can’t I just do what I want?” You ask him, defeated. Maybe Johnny had a point.

He seemingly struggles momentarily. Licking his lips as they part open once again, stopping himself from saying more. With a slump of his shoulders and his forehead wrinkling down the middle he answers you with another question- “What do you want?”

Leaning forward, you grab onto the divider between your seats. Cocking your head to the side almost submissively. Johnny’s breath audibly catching at the action. Watery eyes watching the nervous twitch his nose gives. “Don’t you like me?”

Johnny doesn’t make any moves to reply. Lost in a trance as he stares at you. Focused on the way your lips pout as you ask him something he can’t find in himself to answer.

The small voice willing you to do better in your mind kicks and screams. Breaking free of the binds keeping you in place shouting out ‘fuck it!’. You surge forward with a jolt of renewed motivation. Lips landing firmly on Johnny’s plump ones. Softer than a cloud, more of a dream than you’d even imagined.

His resistance melts faster than burning candle wax. Easing into the pillowy texture of your inviting mouth. He kisses like a man starved, deprived of this intimate touch for far too long. Front teeth clicking against yours at first as he practices to find a comfortable placement. The tip of his nose squished into the crevice of yours moving to deepen the kiss.

Sharing short breaths of air, you both attack each other's lips. Johnny effortlessly takes over control, maneuvering you to the way his neck leans in. Adjusting yours to arch back as you gasp, suffocating under his powerful lips. His bottom lip slips between yours. Too easy to nibble at the plump smooth flesh. A groan emitting from deep in his throat when you bite down.

He pulls away abruptly. Mouth reddened and swollen already from your passionate kissing. Lower lip hanging numbly as he catches his breath with a dazed wide-eyed look.

Focused on your hormones raging, you inch closer for more- “Johnn—“

“No!” He blows out fearfully. Interrupting you and dodging your touch with a swift turn of his upper half. Fast to grip onto the steering wheel again, his hands tremble. “Please. Please get out of the car.”

“It’s okay, Johnn—“

“Please.” His tone softens. Eyelashes fanning his cheeks staring down at his lap. Shame washing across him the more you make him ask.

As much as it hurts to open the car door and exit. You respect his wishes with a silent goodbye. Anticipating a call the next day that your services would no longer be needed.

It made no sense to you why Johnny refused to let you in. ‘Look at you.’ He said with such conviction, probably only to stop your delusions from creating fantasies that Johnny Suh could possibly find anything special about you.

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The call never came, not even a text message. Johnny continued to let you babysit. Aera none the wiser that you lusted after her father. He managed to avoid you over the next few weeks. Probably buying time until your contract ends with no plan to extend you for extra help.

While Aera napped you cleaned up around the dining room table. Collecting the mess of markers and colored pencils scattered everywhere after four hours of trying to replicate the Negaverse off stills from google image search.

With only 5 days left before Johnny’s last days of summer school you felt like a zombie. Neglecting your friends' messages and pestering phone calls. Turning your ringer off and swiping away any notifications. It’s not as if any of them would be from Johnny.

He wouldn’t be home for another hour. The only time you did happen to catch a glance of him as he spared you no more than a nod on your way out. Not even greeting you to open any potential conversation.

Other than watching over Aera, you only saved energy to recall details about this summer. From the first time you had seen Johnny at the diner, to watching him with his daughter at the park. All of it collected in your binder behind the personal ad and babysitting ad you had cut out to save along with your memories.

Even wandering throughout the upstairs as she napped somedays to end up inside of Johnny’s bedroom. As wrong as you knew it was, you couldn’t contain yourself. Snooping around through his drawers in hopes of finding something incriminating. He just seemed too perfect to be real. Even his dirty clothes hamper smelled amazing, because yes, of course you picked up his shirt from the day before to sniff while rolling around in his bed. The blankets and pillows crisp as if a hotel maid had come in and fixed up his entire bedroom every morning.

Nothing about this man signaled red flags. Even as you sat on your knees picking at a locked door in his bedroom with a bobby pin. It had to be an extra closet or something. Maybe a depraved sex dungeon to protect his wholesome image. Ever curious, you had to find out what was in there.

With a curse after your fifth failed attempt you leave the door alone. Escaping with a small rug burn on your cheek from trying to get a peek inside through the crack between the floor and door. It was no use, whatever that room led to was clearly none of your business.

That didn’t alter how perfect Johnny came off. Waking up at the crack of dawn while Aera visited lala land to get in an early workout. He was always scented of soap, fully dressed and nursing the last sips of morning coffee when you arrived to babysit. Beaming with white teeth and his hair slicked back, he levitated past you each morning like a vision straight out of a dream.

Johnny would be hard to move on from. It didn’t help that he only made it easier by doing everything to avoid further interactions with you. The message was loud and clear. That’s why they call it a crush, right? because it hurts like a bitch.

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Mr. Suh- ‘Aera’s friend is having a slumber party tonight for her Birthday and water park adventure tomorrow. I’ve left a key under the front doormat. I won’t be home until late due to final gradings. If you could please lock up on your way out and return the key where I’ve left it, much appreciated. Thank you.’

Johnny’s text message is straight to the point. No personalization behind it. Clear cut, if he wanted more, he’d do something about it.

Once Aera was all set in the backseat of her friend’s mother's van, you waved her goodbye from the sidewalk. Staring at the house you’d grown comfortable in over the last couple of months. It felt bittersweet as the imminent ending approached. Aera would go back to school soon, and Johnny’s schedule would return to normal without having to worry over who would watch his daughter while he worked.

With no rush to head home and return to your reality of a negligent mother harassing you to move out, you settle down on the couch. Flipping through the channels you didn’t have at home in search of something to watch for the next hour.

Johnny wouldn’t be home for some time. Figuring there was no point in not kicking off your shoes and relaxing for a bit. Finally spending your summer vacation doing what you should have been: absolutely nothing productive.

“Shit!” You shoot up from the couch. Scrambling to pick up wrappers of snacks you’d been munching on while catching up on Euphoria when you realized Johnny has an HBO subscription. The garage door shuts noisily, cursing under your breath as you trip over your discarded shoes. You shove the trash inside your purse. Sitting up and grabbing your belongings as fast as possible.

“Hello?” It’s Johnny. Of course. Who else would it be. Footsteps make way inside, stopping as they enter the main entrance near the dining room. Planning your escape, you glance toward the backyard, patting your bag as you tiptoe over. The realization that you never grabbed your phone and binder from the dining table impales you like a high speed truck.

“Fuck!” You mentally hiss. Left with no choice but to reveal yourself to the owner of the house

Johnny’s scowling as you enter the room. Holding open your binder to the page that has his newspaper ad glued. Circled with red sharpie from the day you first read it and decided to prank him. He looks up, landing on your surprised face with fury overtaking him.

“What is this?” He sounds rageful, holding up the page to you. “Why do you have this? How..why! Why would you have this!?”

“Johnny, I can explain!” You fret, speeding to get closer to him. The binder gets torn away from your fingertips as you reach for it. Johnny ripping through the pages you’ve written your private thoughts in over the past 7 weeks. Darting over words confessing your unyielding crush, the mean joke that led you to him. The photo you snuck from an album of him for keepsake.

“Are you..” Johnny’s bewildered. Eyes bulging from his sockets, glaring at you with a hint of scare. “Are you stalking me?”

“Johnny, no! It’s not that..”

“Stop calling me that!” He yells deeply. Voice booming out hard enough to make you cower into yourself. Timidly finding purchase in the wall behind you. “What is this! Huh?! What type of sick fucking joke are you playing here? You think I didn’t see you lurking around in my bedroom?!”

Your jaw drops, confused. Mortified when his words piece together. Johnny nods. “I have hidden cameras all over. You really think I’d so easily trust a stranger to watch my child in my house?”

“I can explain, Mr. Suh!” You cry, tears rushing out uncontrollably. Displaying your palms in an act of surrender. Johnny’s head drops back from the disbelief, rubbing his face harshly. “Please please! Let me explain please!”

“Right now. Start talking.”

Taking a big round of sniffles you inhale to fill your lungs. Pressed to the wall as tremors roll up your limbs intensely. Digging the edge of your palms under your eyes, you cover your face, croaking as you begin. “I called you from the personal ad. To meet at the diner. I shouldn’t have done that, and I regret it! I was bored.. and stupid! So stupid! I wasn’t thinking about how much it could hurt you. I’m sorry, Mr. Suh! I’m so sorry.”

“Why would you do this?! and then apply to babysit my daughter? What’s wrong with you!” Johnny’s livid as he shouts. Every vein bulges out of his neck. The ones tracing up the sides of his forehead pulsating rapidly. He throws your binder aside, crashing as it lands hard enough for the spine to break.

“Because I like you!” You cry harder, an ugly cry at this point. Arms flailing as you raise your voice to get in a word. “I like you so much!”

Overwhelmed by the amount of emotions consuming you, your knees buckle. Collapsing forward until your nose smashes between Johnny’s chest. He stiffens, sighing. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he reaches his other arm around your waist to hold you in place.

“You like me?” Johnny scoffs. Upper lip curling in to quill his temper. “You like me.. so you made a plan to hurt me? For no reason?”

“I’m sorry.” You wail. Ruining Johnny’s work shirt with your damp cheeks. Swallowing down wads of snot clogging your nose with a cough. “I’m so sorry. I was wrong, I’m an idiot. I really just wanted to know you. I like you so much Johnny..”

He lets out a drawn out sigh. His arm drops from your waist making you fall to your knees. Standing straight, he looms large above you. Neck long, glaring down at you with hooded eyelids. The tip of his tongue drags between his lips. An annoyed sound clicking inside his throat.

He pinches your chin between thumb and index finger, jerking your neck to arch back and look up at him. Nostrils flared in outrage, he nods. Turning your face side to side taking in your pathetic distraught appearance.

“You like me, so you stalk me? Is that it?”

“No!” You cough, doing your best to sit up. Clutching at his thighs for assistance. “I started to like you! Once I saw you with Aera. After I got to know you more.. you’re such a good father. You make me feel..” you mumble off, embarrassed. Unsure how much more humiliating this entire ordeal could get. “Valued. Self worth. You’re..comforting.”

Johnny doesn’t seem to react. His mouth is tight, continuing to watch the quiver of your lower lip. “Why would you have any interest in me? Except as an amusing cranky curiosity.”

“I think..” you trail off. Recalling everything Johnny’s taught you in a short amount of time. New music, recipes, books.. that you had more reason to take care of yourself than you’d thought. “you’re really cool. I guess, I wish.. I wish I’d had a father like you growing up. You’re so understanding and protective, but willing to learn.”

Johnny cups your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears that won’t stop. Pitifully analyzing your bloodshot swollen eyes. He scoops under your arms lifting you to stand, still only reaching him at chest level.

“You just want someone to understand you, don’t you?” Johnny sounds calmed. Brushing hair behind your ear as he has many times before. Comforting enough to dip your face into his palm seeking after more of his gentle touch. “For someone to play with your demons, not run away for once.”

You stare up amazed, grabbing onto his chest for more help to keep yourself steady. Johnny bends his knees to meet you at a closer eye level. His voice lowering to a whisper- “You think you can handle my demons? Will you run away from them like the others before?”

Before you can shake your head ‘no’, Johnny’s lifting you off your feet and making way to the couch. He spins you fast, almost tipping over if not for his sturdy arms snaking around your waist. Back flush against his chest as he sits you down on his lap.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Johnny’s lips smear down your wet cheek. Licking up the tears that have tracked down past your collar, melting between your breasts. The dry tears staining your cheeks beneath fresh spills. His palms cup around your inner thighs spreading you open over his lap. Ass nestled right against his hardening groin. Gasping in his face as it nudges your bottom. Thick and heavy where it buries against your panty covered ass. “Just wanted someone to make you forget how fucked up you are.”

“N-no..” you stutter, turning to dig your nose into his cheek. Eyes falling shut blinking away another rush of hot tears. “You. Wanted you only. Wanted you to take everything away. To.. take care of me.”

“And what do you need me to take care of first?” Johnny queries. Angling his face to rub his nose along yours. One hand smoothing up to cup around your covered mound. His palm meeting moistened cotton, landing with a sound of wetness. A hot rush of embarrassment attempts to pry your legs shut. Johnny letting out a snarky sound of dismay, rolling tender skin at the top of your inner thigh between his thumb and index finger. Just enough to sting and threaten a harsher pinch with his short nails if you go against him.

“Joh—..” you hiss, trembling back into his chest. Pelvic pushing forward to meet the edge of his palm.

“Nuh-uh-uh.” He tuts. Burying his palm to your mound with more strength. His forearm flexes large, thick enough between your thighs to leave your mouth gaping in awe. “Answer me properly.”

Blinking up, you gaze at his glittering sleek eyes. A concentrated studying look staring down at you. Even seated Johnny’s neck craned high above yours. Engulfing your frame with his mass size to make you feel even smaller, helpless. Eager to give yourself over to him. Picturing Johnny lifting you up only to break you. Squeezing you down to a crumbled mess of dust between his long fingers. Make you forget pain that won’t disappear no matter how hard you try to erase it.

“Take care of me..all of me?” You whisper. Cheeks scorching as the question passes from your lips. Voice feeble and pathetic, clouded as it passes from one ear out of the other. Swallowing when Johnny leans in even closer. Licking up another batch of tears flowing freely.

“Will you be good for me, princess?” He lilts sweetly. Lips grazing yours as he uses the nickname. Capturing the gasped breath he knew you’d let out. “Will you be a good girl for daddy?”

His question slackens your jaw. The hinges deteriorate as your mouth hangs open. Johnny nudging your nose again with a ‘hmm?’

“Will you be the best girl for daddy?” He asks with more emphasis. Rubbing a firm circle over your panties. Clit trapped just underneath, swelling up needily.

“Yes..I’ll do anything.” You beg. Johnny clicking his tongue.

“Anything? Anything for who?”

Blinking your matted wet eyelashes, you swallow. Gulping loudly, vocal chords quivering- “Daddy. Anything for daddy.”

Johnny lets out a hushed satisfied sound. Ripping your drenched underwear to the side, you bite back a hiss. Skin cut by the elastic resisting his fierce pull. Sucking in his upper lip with concentration, he drags up and down your folds gathering the absurd amount of arousal. Loud squelch echoing when two fingers glide in past your entrance.

“Oh..you’re so tight.” He groans, dipping down to the first knuckle. Eyelashes fluttering against your cheek with an elated sigh. “How am I going to fit inside this little hole princess?”

His hips grind up beneath you. Cock swelling up as you roll down circling against him. Needy to feel him without layers separating you.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” You ask, hopeful. Sharing sloppy kisses between moans as Johnny’s digits scissor inside of you. Concerned you wouldn’t actually be able to fit his thick cock.

“Is that what you want?” He tuts, palming your clit for extra stimulation. Stretching your walls open with years of practice behind him.

“Please? Want you so much.” You keen. Flushing at how easily you’re willing to beg for it. At this point if Johnny asked you to get on your knees and pant like a dog, you would.

He nods against your nose, intent to make you cum before you move on to explore more. Rapidly speeding up the fingers spearing inside of you until you’re a trembling mess. The room filled by the sound of your wet cunt jerked around, splashing with each smack of his palm.

Arching against his chest, you huff noisily. A coil spiraling up from beneath your bellybutton to your chest until it spills over. Falling apart on Johnny’s hand, pulling out as you cum to watch the arousal dribble out of your clenching hole. Earning a slap over your mound as you soak through his trousers.

He sighs under you, having to stop himself from cumming in his pants to your cute whiny moans. Getting up, he pushes your underwear off to be forgotten in the living room.

“Come with me angel.” Johnny takes your hands gently. Stepping back until he notices your ankles wobbling.

“Daddy?” You question dumbly. Swooped off your feet for Johnny to carry you up the stairs. He kisses you in response, setting you down on your feet in the hallway with an arm secured around your hips.

Johnny tugs your garments off with ease. Left behind at the entrance of his bedroom as he proceeds to carry you further inside.

“You wanted to find out what was inside of here so badly didn’t you?” Johnny inquires cockily. Keeping a firm hold around your waist. He pushes in one of the keys he constantly seemed to have on hand jingling on him into the door's lock. Flicking on the lights upon entering with a kick to click the door shut behind you. The room fills with a low red light. Most still shadowed by black obscuring your sight further.

It’s another bedroom. Taking a quick confused glance, you spot a wall adorned with various whips and chains. Johnny’s lips press to your ear dragging you over to a bed placed in the middle. “Have you ever played with demons like this before?”

He sets you on the king size bed, knees sinking in as you stare up at him lost. Still reeling from your orgasm, you wobble having to hunch forward to grab onto the bedding. He stands tall and broad above you, keeping you placate with a fixated gaze. Untying the loop holding his tie together. He unbuttons his shirt with no urgency. Torturing you to watch him longer as saliva gathers around your tongue.

“Tell me what you want.” He commands, speaking to you with flattened demand. Overwhelmed by an urge to please him, you do your best to sit up on jittery knees grabbing his belt buckle.

“Can I, please? Pretty please?” You beg shamelessly. Looping his belt free like a gift you’re dying to unwrap.

“Didn’t you ask me— ‘why can’t I just do what I want?’” Johnny lilts. Nodding for you to continue. “When you ask nicely like that, how can I say no?”

Johnny appears blurred as you look up through your lashes. Blinking and turning away when his belt clatters to the floor. His large palm cups the back of your head, jerking your neck to face him.

“Don’t look away when I ask you a question.” He latches onto tufts of your hair, twisting your neck to bend back more. “Now, tell me what you want.”

“You..” gasping for air, your ears ring. The sound of your panting driving you mad. Chest heavy with desire to feel every dip and curve of Johnny’s figure.

“What was that now?”

He sounds cloudy, mixing with the heavy hard to swallow air clogging up the room. Suffocating you from inside out in a haze of lust. With another jerk of your head, his palm splays across the front of your neck, squeezing dangerously.

“Y-you..you daddy.” You choke, Johnny constricting your throat roughly making it more difficult to speak. “Want daddy’s cock. P-please.”

The hand cutting off your air flow loosens, fingers trailing to your shiny lower lip, tugging your mouth open hard. Tongue hanging out in reaction. Johnny shoves four fingers in abruptly, prompting you to gag around him. Thrusting back until he meets your tonsils. Drool dribbles out rapidly, coating his wrist.

“Where do you want daddy’s cock baby?” Johnny asks with a push on the back of your tongue. Coughing around his digits until your face heats up, pushing a new batch of tears to trickle down past your jaw. “Want it in your pretty little mouth? I don’t think you can handle it.”

Squirming your thighs together for some relief, you jolt up shaking your head. Gurgling around his long fingers filling your mouth. Clamping your lips around him with your best effort to suck, using your tongue as a form of pleading.

“Good girl.” Johnny hums. Slipping the spit covered digits free, he smears them around your face. The mascara you’ve half cried off fully destroyed as he sweeps across your eyelids. “I’ll give you what you want for being so obedient.”

Wiping the residue of your bodily fluids away on his slacks, Johnny straightens out. Long legs leading up to his hips right in front of your wrecked face. He nods down. “It’s all yours.”

Catching your breath, you suck down the drool permeating from the corners of your lips. Shaky hands reach for the button of his pants, mentally cursing over how unstable you feel. Biting down on your lip as Johnny’s black briefs come into view. This close he’s warm beneath your touch. Dick fully chubbed up stretching the material over him painfully.

Intimidated by his massive size, you reach inside timidly. The girth hot and wide in your hand, too thick for your fingers to even meet around. Johnny pushes his briefs lower, adjusting your head to watch. Cock and balls unveiled as he pulls down his boxers underneath.

“I-I..I..d-don’t know..” you stammer. Licking your dried lips nervously. Johnny’s size sits weighted in your palm, straining your wrist as you give him an experimental stroke. Precum globs out, coating the fat tip of his cock. Swiping a thumb across the slit to collect some for extra glide.

Johnny grunts with disappointment. “I told you that you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

With a huff you scoot closer until your knees meet the edge of the mattress. Tongue lolling out like a thirsty pet willing to lap up anything your owner gives you. Johnny encourages you with a gentle pat to your crown. His stance widened to give you more room.

Giving him a tentative lick, Johnny directs you to suck in the tip. Cockhead pushing past your lips enough to crack the skin more. Hollowing your cheeks, your lips curl in to not bite down. Rewarded with a pleased groan and tightened grip on your hair.

“That’s it, pretty baby.” Johnny breathes through his nose sliding in deeper. Satisfied by how stretched your lips look around him, reaching just down past half of his length. Gagging furiously as he sinks in further, cock nestling in near complete minus a couple of inches.

“Be a good girl, take all of daddy’s cock baby.” Johnny grits. Adding praises for how good you’re taking him. Your hands seek purchase on his hips struggling to breathe. “Relax for me princess. You’re doing so so good.”

Yanking your head back for a better glide, he fucks in and out starting to build up a good enough rhythm. Burying in until your nose is pressed to the smooth skin around the base of his length. A rumbled moan sores out of Johnny’s chest. Wet and filthy as he thrust in until you’re whining around his size. Thighs rubbing together the more drool spills down to your chest. Ready to cry for him to fuck your hole harder than this.

Pulling out abruptly to catch himself from cumming too fast, Johnny prods his length against the hollow of your cheek. Copious amounts of saliva trailing after him, strings of it still attached to his glistening spit coated cock.

“You wanna swallow baby?” He asks you, gripping your hair tighter. Scalp stinging from the hold now.

Your tongue drops out in reply. Johnny mutters a string of curses. Grabbing his shaft to smear the precum still leaking from the tip on your upper lip. All swollen and glossy now, filthy just how he likes it.

Opening your jaw up wider until it hurts, you still gag as he presses into the base. Balls land against your chin hot and sticky with your spit. Johnny moving to cradle the back of your skull with both hands. He fucks in faster. All sound except you choking around his cock muted as his pace quickens nearing release.

“Fuck baby, exactly like that. Yes fuck, mouth made to take my cock.” Pushing your head down, Johnny keeps you held in place. Screaming between clenched teeth as the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat.

He pulls out to the tip giving himself one tug, spilling partially on your tongue. The excess drips down your chin and neck. Groaning as his stomach sucks in pulling out the rest of his climax. Swallowing down the extra curse words trying to pass from his lips. He chooses to regain his composure with deep breaths.

Licking over your lips, you think he even tastes perfect. Good enough to beg for seconds. Beginning to daydream of spending hours with his cock lodged down your throat unable to move. Maybe Johnny would even pinch your nose until you couldn’t breathe, if you asked nicely.

“Did I do a good job daddy?” You cough, searching for a compliment. Johnny’s lip curls up in a half-smile.

“Better than good, you’re perfection. Are you ready for more?” He questions, thumbing the rest of his cum off your chin inside of your mouth for you to swallow. You nod, throat too sore to reply.

Taking a step back, he unbuttons the rest of his shirt. Falling off with his shoved away bottoms. Johnny’s big, all over. Your eyes jump around taking him in, gulping in disbelief. Under those layers of stiff work attire he’d hidden a body trained daily. Muscles etched to perfection even with time. Only bulking up more over the years. Biceps flexing with a simple movement of his fingers.

“Like what you see?” He smirks, content with the hungry gaze fixated on him. Leaning down, he cups your thighs dropping you to lay flat on your back. Draping your calves on the expanse of his broad defined shoulders. Johnny’s size lays on your stomach. Balls pressed to your cunt as he admires your abdomen twitching in excitement under him. Dick capping just just above your navel. Petting the skin over it, he grins. Prepared to fill your insides up until your cervix recognizes him by shape.

“You’re..big. So big..” you shudder. Reaching to drag the tips of your fingers between the lines of his abdominal muscles. Swiping over defined pecs, Johnny trembles at the contact to his nipples.

“Look how wet you still are, after everything.” He claps a palm on your inner thigh. Booming loud and wet. Dripped down to the backs of your knees while you sucked him off. Johnny seems impressed, licking your arousal off. “Your pussy still needs more of me, right baby?”

You nod too fast, neck cracking embarrassingly. Johnny’s grin never falters, knees bending as he pushes forward pressing the fronts of your thighs to your chest. Constricted under his mass size, folding you in half. His upper lip folds in, concentrated on his cock thrusting between your folds. Cursing under his breath at your wetness flowing down to his sack.

“Grab onto me.” Johnny grits out. His arms snake around your waist hauling you up with him as he stands. Sinking down on his length completely stuffed full. His hips circle letting you really feel his cock carving out a space inside of you.

“Fuck..” you whimper, obsessed with feeling up his contracting arm muscles. Shoulders too large to even grasp in your hands. Your head spins, Johnny setting a brutal pace. Thighs rippled from squatting and thrusting up. “S-so big..big big..”

“Go for it baby, Come on!” Johnny’s slamming your smaller body up and down on his length without slowing. Neck veins bursting as he shouts. Cunt squeezing out spurts of slick with each pointed delivered glide of his cock. With your fingers squeezing at his bicep you bite down. Sucking on the flexed pronounced muscle until it blossoms red inside your bites. Gnawing and lapping up the area between your choked moans.

Johnny’s sweat drips fast and heavy. Hair soaked falling around his face. His chest glistening like oils being rubbed in to enhance his hard work.

Growling through gritted teeth, his cock drills into faster. The room filled with sounds of skin slapping together incessantly. Johnny’s thighs burn, shouting as he drops on top of you back on the bed. Hips never stopping, he fucks with extra force. Cock twitching as another release steadily approaches.

Each thrust rearranges your insides, rolling your eyes to the backs of your sockets. You cum aggressively. Clutched around his length too hard, Johnny has to stutter to a stop. Whining as he tries to pull out, cock slapping over your mound shooting white ropes up to your breasts. His face contorting from the strong climax hitting him full force.

He falls to your side trying to catch his breath. Body unreal under the red lights and glow of sweat. Turning to your side you pinch at your markings left behind on his arm proudly. Fiending to leave more, on his thighs, hip indentations, the slender dip of his waist.

Calming down, Johnny turns to look at you. Tickling down your messy cum covered stomach to rub your clit. You hiss pushing back into the bed.

“Sensitive..”

He looks down, your eyes following to where he’s still hard. Lifting a brow blown away by the amount of stamina he has.

Biting your lip, you place his fingers lower. Tight hole fluttering on contact. His mouth parts with surprise, sitting up excited. He moves you into a more comfortable position. Avoiding the wet spots you’ve left behind on the bedding.

Johnny doesn’t hesitate to place your thighs on his shoulders. Laying on his stomach to tongue at your rim. He slurps and licks your hole urging it to open up for him. Tongue prodding and dipping in until you’ve relaxed enough to let him ease a way in.

Able to wiggle inside now he sounds obscene. Sucking up the saliva that pools down to your ass. Pulling out he spits, rubbing two fingers in a circle around your rim. Twitching as he teases you to relax and open up more for him.

“You sure about this?” He asks with a kiss to your rim. Lips gently pouting into it.

“Please, stop holding back.” You whine, grabbing your cheeks to hold yourself open more for him. Johnny groans diving back in, laving your hole until it’s pulsing. Body asking him to get inside. “God..please Joh—“

Johnny sits up, brow lifted clenching his jaw. “What was that?”

“I…” a finger shoves in before you can come up with an excuse. Johnny thrusting in and out of your tight hole watching as you contract around him, picturing his cock in place.

“Who are you asking to stop holding back now princess?” He asks again. A seriousness behind each word. Adding another finger to start stretching your rim open. You writhe down, staring at him apologetically.

“Daddy…I meant to say daddy.”

“Mmm, I’ll let it pass this time.” Johnny feigns annoyance. Brushing the tips of his fingers deep inside of you for a while until you look peaceful. Slowly drawing out, he climbs off the bed, returning with a clear small bottle of lube.

He could be mean and squeeze it directly into your hole, opting to warm up the liquid before pressing two fingers back inside of you. Stroking his cock with his other hand, making sure to evenly coat himself to make this less painful. Even if you’ve taken anyone before, there was no way they would compare to him.

Once you’re stretched out enough, seeming to enjoy the sensation. He spreads the excess lube between the crevice of your ass. Holding onto the base of his size as he positions you into a more fitting angle.

Letting your thighs rest on his hips, Johnny circles your rim. Cockhead pushing in and out experimentally. Mesmerized by the way you convulse trying to capture him with each pull out. Playing with your hole repeatedly until you make a sound, nudging his lower back with your foot. Throat rested and tired by now.

“Want me to fuck your ass full that badly don’t you?” He says, gliding in closer. Cockhead finally breaching further. Having to slow himself down to inch you lower onto his size.

It takes longer to fully accommodate him this time. Johnny having to take breaks whenever you whimper too loud. Rubbing circles on your thighs and hips with his thumbs until you relax enough to let him get in. Pelvic finally meeting your bottom after ten minutes of trying. He has to take longer breaths to cool the heat stirring in his stomach. Gripped too tight, ready to let go inside your ass before even moving.

“Calm down for me baby.” Bending over, Johnny kisses up your warm cheeks. Tired eyes admiring his patience with you. Shifting his hips slightly to give you some sense of what's to come. “The more you relax, the better it will feel.”

“I’m ready daddy.” You nod. The glisten returning to your eyes signifying more tears to come. Johnny continues to soothingly rub up and down your sides to distract you. Giving himself extra time to get used to how suffocatingly tight you feel.

Letting out a sharp exhale, Johnny eyebrows furrow. Chancing a thrust and rolling his hips down. Muscles maddeningly clench around his cock with each small movement. His teeth grind, having to pull on his hair to control himself from thrusting faster.

“Daddy please.. I can take it. I promise.” You beg him to unleash already. The familiar tears return, this time for your craving to be ruined.

Johnny can’t contain himself any longer. Bucking forward hard enough to jostle your body further up the bed. Your legs open up further to welcome him in. Pulling out longer with each thrust, he slams in harder until you’re finally loosened up. The unmistakable sound of pleasure bellows out in your long drawn out moans. Johnny takes it as a sign to move freely, holding onto your shoulders to not fuck you off the bed. His thrusts grow louder, hitting the backs of your thighs with impact.

“You’re so tight for me baby.” He pants. Thrusts picking up, lifting your lower half off the bed until he’s ramming inside your ass with nothing in the way. Johnny’s arms give out, thighs working extra hard to keep fucking you how you deserve. Toppling over he bites down on your neck with a muffled groan.

“Keep fucking me please, don’t stop. Don’t s-stop, don’t stop!” You beg suddenly. Blinking away the overwhelming high consuming you trying to focus on Johnny’s practiced thrusts. Losing the battle to a new high of pleasure, your mind blacks out. Scratching at his shoulders and chest. Another orgasm passes through you like white noise. Ears too fogged to even hear your desperate cries.

Johnny tries to hide his cry in the juncture of your neck. Unable to thrust anymore with your deadly grip on him. He finishes, cumming inside your ass, only just noticing how hard you’re tearing up. Slowly pulling out, he picks you up to sit in his lap.

“Shhh shh, calm down angel.” He luls, petting your sweat drenched hair back. “It’s okay. Daddy’s here, daddy’s going to take care of you.”

He cradles you like this for a while, losing track of the amount of time. Wiping away all the new tears that continue to river out.

“Can you talk to me baby?” He whispers. Kissing from the tip of your nose up to the space between your eyebrows. “You still with me?”

You nod silently. Mumbling apologies that Johnny shushes away. Tracing your lips with his thumb until you’re kissing back.

“Good girl. The best.”

“Want more daddy.. can you fuck me again?” You request shyly once you’ve calmed enough. Thirsting to feel Johnny splitting you open once more.

“Shh, don’t talk like that angel. Good girls only listen. Get on your knees for me.” Johnny directs you. Pointing to an area on the bed for your to move to

“Like this?” You ask with confusion. Looking at him over your shoulder as you turn to show him your backside.

“I told you to stay quiet.” He reprimands. Pushing your shoulders down until your breasts smash against the bed. With a scoff his palms smooth down your figure, tracing the dips of your waist, rounding out over your hips. Hand disappearing quickly, landing against your bottom with a snapping hit. Jostling your face deeper into the bed, you cry for more. Met with another succession of hits until your buttcheek stings. Ass rippling from the impact of each hit.

“You know what happens when you don’t listen to daddy?” Johnny asks, not expecting much of an answer. Pushing one of your wrists up closer to the headboard. Your shoulder aching under the stretch, the sound of metal clasps together around you. Tugging uselessly as he cuffs you to the bed.

Moving around behind you, he returns less than a minute later. Thin leather straps drag across your ass, tickling as they swipe between your thighs. Shining in the aftermath of your wetness and cum splattered on your thighs.

Your head shakes, unable to answer, that’s when the first hit lands. Streaking multiple shots of pain across your lower half. Johnny holds you down with one hand pushing between your shoulder blades. The flogger sounds like whips with each land on your skin. Angling it to smack right between your thighs until your cunt feels raw and swollen.

“Please daddy!”

“Please what baby?” Johnny taunts you with a coo. Focusing on bruising the backs of your thighs with hit after hit. “Hmm? Can you take more?“

“Yes yes..fuck, God yes.” You mumble brainlessly. Wrist limply jerking in the handcuffs. Johnny grunts satisfied, smoothing his cooled palms over your heated flesh. Pecking the perky rise of your ass before positioning behind you.

“Good girl. Pretty baby have one more for me?” He’s circling your sore entrance. Dipping just the tip in with the question. Nodding weakly, your hips canting back for more. “Just like that sweetie.”

Motivated by the praise, you sink back lower. Cock gliding in nearly to the brim from your overeagerness. Johnny taking the opportunity to fuck you until you’re bending hard enough for your ribs to stick out at the harsh angle. Having to bite back a shout at how deep he feels hitting you from the back like this.

“Wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks taking me princess.” Johnny sighs, rubbing your waist, shallowly thrusting. Completely open for the taking. He buries in only slowing down to drag out to the tip. Groaning as he watches his length disappear inside of you over and over again. “Everything about you is just so pretty.”

“D-don’t stop..make me c-cum again. Need y-your cum.” You think you ask, words jumbling together in your brain. Fucked out and fuzzy, unable to form coherent thoughts let alone words.

“Where do you need it baby?” Johnny grunts, cock stirring inside at a dizzying rhythmic pace. Filled to the brim by the entirety of his length making it harder to let him pull out with each inch just barely thrusting out. With your grasping at the ruined bedding, you roll your head back to gaze up. Reaching back with your free hand, you scratch at his muscles, flesh rising beneath your nails.

Johnny slaps your thigh with a held back hiss, pressing you down under his weight until the backs of your thighs ache and strain.

“Daddy please, please don’t stop..” you breathe out, lacking air under the weight locking you in position. Johnny looked more like a large blurred figure behind you now. His muscles bursting from his biceps caging your head as he leaned over you. His throatily growls, pummeling hips forward with a harsh snap.

“You gonna cum on this dick princess?“ Johnny asks, pelvic clapping against your ass hard enough to bruise.

“Yes yes yes!” You cry, kicking at the backs of his thighs. The soles of your feet clap against his skin noisily from the impact. Johnny rams into the brim with heavy pointed thrust. Pushing trapped air out of your lungs with each slam of his hips. Cunt milking at his length to get what you want. “Daddy, inside! Inside me please!”

“Come on pretty baby, need you to cum first.” Johnny orders, fingers brushing past your hip to massage your clit. Arching back to meet his thrusts wildly, you scream louder. Climax hitting you harder than the last few. It numbs your nerves, shooting through your spine. Last bits of energy you have left used to grip around the length continuing to push past your closing walls.

“God! Fuck!” Johnny growls. Forcing his engorged cock inside you to reach his release. His grunts play like music, throaty and deep, congested by his overexertion. He presses flush to your ass with one more deep thrust. Full balls snuggly locked against your sensitive clit. Shivering even more beneath him despite your orgasm passing. His weight rests over your back compressing your chest to the bed. Hips jerking as he fucks you full with another load.

You contract around him, begging for more in-spite of how exhausted you are. Johnny licking and biting over one of your shoulder bones. He hisses, finally softening inside of you. Palms pushing on the bed around your body to lift off. You reach back again, grasping at his hips with a broken ‘no!’. Throat hurting and sounding more like a worn down speaker. He stills, holding himself up behind you.

“What’s wrong baby?” Johnny coos. He sounds just as drained as you. Biceps shaking to keep his body from crushing you.

“D-don’t..” you whisper. Face turning to rest on the bed more comfortably. “Please.”

Johnny blinks, taking in your marked up flesh. The bites painted on your shoulders, on his biceps as well. He nods even though you can’t see.

“I got you angel.” He reassures with a gentle hold around your midsection. Turning your figure slowly without slipping out of your core. He adjusts the both of you onto your side. Littering kisses over the extra deep bite marks he’s left behind.

“Thank you..” you say, muffled against the bed. Johnny strokes up your side. Caccooning your frame with his legs and arms wrapped around you. Whispering praises for how good you did.

He pecks your cheek, catching the corner of your eye with another kiss. “Have to let me clean you up princess. I can’t let you fall asleep like this, okay?”

“I know daddy..” you sigh. Squirming against him. His cock twitching inside, biting back a moan behind you. “Don’t want you to move yet, please?”

“Of course angel, anything for you.”

Johnny lets you nap on his cock despite the desire to fuck you again while you’re passed out. Saving the idea for another day in favor of letting you rest. Today had been a lot for the both of you.

Even half asleep he made sure to run you a bath before you could fall asleep again. Gently cleaning all the residual spit and cum left behind before easing you into one of his t-shirts. Too drowsy to even realize he’d switched you to his actual bedroom, curled around your back. Softly rubbing your hip until you’ve fully knocked out.

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The sound of Johnny’s knuckles cracking echoes throughout his home office. Computer chair creaking with every spring as he leans back and forth. Keys tap away beneath the tips of his fingers. Mumbling to himself as he replies to messages.

“So many emails to get through today. So many test results to sort through.” Johnny sighs. Whipping off his glasses to massage the skin between his brows. It wrinkles together, gathering in folds. The tip of his tongue dragging along the bottoms of his top row of teeth. He clears his throat, settling back in the luxurious leather office chair he’s stuck to most weekends grading papers.

“Daddy?” Your tiny voice carries, buried beneath the large wooden desk before him. Dreamy eyes gaze up from between his firm spread apart thighs. Your cheek nuzzles against the slacks he’s wearing today. Snug fitting, showing off each of his leg muscles with every anxious bounce of his heel. Dressing up to entice you with professional attire. In reality he barely ever did, weekends were spent in old sweats, some even torn at the seams.

Johnny’s chin tucks in, a hint of deeper creasing in his smile lines at the sound of your raspy broken voice. The evidence of tired used vocal chords. His brow quirks enough to encourage you to continue on without having to tell you.

“I can help you?” You flash him a smile, sniffing along the inseam of his slacks. Nose creeping closer to his upper thigh. Eyes falling shut as you pick up on hints of faded fabric softener scent still clinging to the material. Johnny’s freshly washed body exuding a clean masculine scent beneath. Triggering a frenzy in your sore throat to find what he focused on cleansing the most this morning.

“and how exactly could you help me princess?” Johnny asks wolfishly. Head tilted to the side with a doting look. Swooping two fingers through your hair enough to reveal your facial profile. Finally ending to rest between his thighs where his bulge grows warm and hard under your cheek. Nestled against it as if you’re ready for bed. Cuddled up to a stuffed teddy bear, naively innocent and alluring.

“I can help you destress.” Planting a kiss on his thickening length, you blink up hopeful he’ll approve your suggestion. Lightly lapping up the shape of his girth over his crotch. Pants suffocating his dick the longer he allowed you to soak up the area.

Johnny directed you to sit on your knees while he worked. Good girls listen to their daddy, especially if they expected a reward later. He pets the top of your head lovingly. Chin perched on his knee as you studied his every move. With only 10 minutes gone by, you had already grown impatient. Denied showering together this morning in favor of checking his work email. Johnny insisted you would have time for fun after he completed a few tasks. Aera wouldn’t be home until later in the day anyway.

“You really think you’re ready to take me down your little throat again?” Johnny tsks. Neck bending to the side with a look of contemplation. “You cried so much yesterday baby. Had me worried sick.”

He lets out a dramatic disappointed sigh. Tapping the tip of your nose as you scrunch in dismay. Pushing his ass forward until your face is plastered against his groin. Cheek damp with your saliva drenching through the material. You let out a sound of puzzlement, ready to protest. Johnny’s palm encasing the back of your neck. Large enough to instill fear, igniting a shiver down your spine. A small motion to remind you of how easily he can handle you.

“It’s going to take more to get your throat trained for me. You can’t even take me halfway without gagging.” He continues. Long digits squeezing up the column of your neck. The tips pressing down on the center until you gasp. “I don’t want to hurt you angel. Maybe you aren’t ready to take daddy’s cock again.”

“I am!” You struggle to move. Blaring him with a look of sheer panic. Gripping around his upper thighs with insistence. “Please! Want to make daddy feel good. Please let me try again. I’ll do anything.”

Johnny coo’s, dragging his hand into the back of your hair. Threaded between chunks of strands to get a good hold on you. A small tug that lets your scalp feel tender for no more than a second. Your tongue hangs out thirsty, panting with a pleading gaze. Laving the sealed zipper that keeps you away from what you want, what you need.

Gnawing at his lower lip, Johnny sweeps the drool pooling down your chin with his other hand. Fingers lifting to your opened lips for you to clean it off.

“You will do anything, won’t you princess?” He questions seriously. Eyebrows lifted up as he awaits your response.

“Anything..anything for you daddy.”

Johnny’s chest rises fully satisfied by your demure wanton tone. Completely submitted to him. His thumb rubs at your bottom lip, still swollen from the abuse your mouth endured just hours ago. Reaching for his zipper handle, inching it lower with your gaze trained on each unveil of his briefs underneath.

“This is lesson one baby.”

a/n: need to add that this is not proofed, as usual.

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It was always the same fight.

“Can we please just put on a movie” Jaemin groans, balling his hands into fists and furiously rubbing his eyes.

Haechan glares at you from his spot on the floor, “I’m not watching a movie called Flowers Bloom. What kind of chick flick is that???” he shifts his gaze over to Renjun, “I’m so disappointed in you bro.”

Renjun wiggles in his spot on the recliner and rolls his eyes, “Whatever, I’m not watching your robotic sci-fi crap. It’s repetitive.”

“You know what?” Haechan starts, pushing himself off the floor and moving to stand in front of Renjun, jabbing his finger in the boy’s face.

The bickering continues, Haechan swearing up and down that he will not, under any circumstance watch the romance movie that you and Renjun wanted too. Jeno backs him up every now and then, reiterating the fact that their movie is rated 100 percent on rotten tomatoes when you and Renjuns was only rated a whopping 68.

Jaemin sits on the floor, his back pressed up against the loveseat, and watches the four of you go back and forth. “QUIET!” he yells, startling everyone into complete silence, “I’ll break the goddamn tie.”

“That’s fair.” Jeno pipes up from his spot on the love seat.

Jaemin gets up and grabs each CD case, putting them behind his back to shuffle them around, free of any prying eyes.

“If you don’t pick ours, I’m stuffing your pillowcase with soggy toilet paper.” Haechan deadpans.

You send him a sneer to which he sticks out his tongue. You lunge for him, ready to yank the muscle directly out of his mouth, but he dances away from you before you can.

“Quit it!” Jaemin sighs, “Whichever movie I pull out from behind my back is the movie we’re watching. No exceptions.”

With all four of you leaning forward, silently praying it’s the movie you each want, you wait. Jaemin slowly retrieves the case from his left hand and puts it up in the air for everybody to see.

“HA! Fuck you Y/N!” Haechan squeals, beaming with happiness as Jaemin produces the sci-fi movie. You groan and Renjun sighs defeatedly, but nonetheless, the tie was broke.

“Fine,” you pout, “But you have to go make me popcorn.”

Haechan turns to you with a wild expression, “Popcorn? Get up and make it yourself you lazy bum.”

Without thinking, you lunge for him, grabbing his shoulder and reaching up to snatch his ear with your other hand. He shrieks, wailing about how you need to preserve his precious face because its ‘how he makes a living’.

“Go. Make. Me. Popcorn. You little freak.” You seethe between gritted teeth.

Jaemin looks like he wants to say something about the two of you fighting, but it was common knowledge that nothing was going to stop you once you got your hands on each other.

“Oh my God fine! Just let go of my ear please!” With a final squeeze, you let him go and watch him rub his now bright red ear, cradling it in his hands and whimpering on about how he hopes he can still hear.

Jaemin repeatedly gave you lectures about how violence wasn’t the answer, but Haechan seemed to do what he was told when you had him in your grasp, so you didn’t really pay much attention to what the older boy tried to instill in you. And just like you thought, Haechan walks into the kitchen without another word to pop your popcorn.

“You guys shouldn’t be so mean to each other.”

“Shut up Jaemin, or you’re next”

After Haechan successfully burnt the first bag of popcorn, which clouded the entire apartment in smoke, and even set off the alarm (which Jeno repeatedly smacked with a kitchen ladle until it stopped shrieking), you ended up making your own popcorn.

“You suck at cooking.”

He shrugs his shoulders and gestures for you to walk in front of him, back into the living room, “I told you to do it yourself. This was just the consequence.”

You couldn’t argue with him on that one, so you just hurriedly stomp to the couch and take a seat, making sure to snatch the blanket away from him before he could grab it. He doesn’t seem to mind, instead taking a seat next to you and immediately plunging his hand into your bowl of popcorn and taking a heaping handful.

“Fuck off!” you huff, snatching the bowl away from his greedy fingers and placing it on the other side of you. He does nothing but smirk and crunch away.

“Shut up.” Jeno deadpans, “The movie is starting.”

Sure enough, the opening scene blooms onto the flat screen tv, so you settle back and prepare yourself for the movie you definitely didn’t care to see.

Someone turns off the light, though you don’t know who because you’re more distracted by how close Haechan is too you. Somehow, his leg has ended up crushed against yours, the hem of his shorts rolled up to reveal his bare thigh.

You move the popcorn bowl from where it sat beside you so you could attempt to scoot over to the end of the couch, but Haechan takes this as an opportunity to snatch the blanket and shuffle under it. Now you were trapped between him and the arm of the couch. There was nowhere to run too. All the other chairs were taken.

Renjun was comfortably curled up in the recliner and Jeno had his legs spread-eagle with Jaemin’s head in his lap, both of them taking up the whole loveseat; and while the image wanted to make you laugh, you also felt like screaming because you swear Lee Haechan just touched your thigh.

You audibly gasp at the sensation, thankful that the suspenseful movie music reached an all-time high and drowned out your noise. He doesn’t seem to notice it, thank God, but you can still feel the burning of his fingers brushing the bare skin of your upper thigh.

Did he do that on purpose? Surely, he hadn’t. You glance over and see him fiddling with a loose thread on the end of the blanket. His long, slender fingers toy with the excess fabric, wrapping it around them over and over again.

He had really pretty hands, nimble, quick fingers that would look so perfect slotted between your thi-

Woah.

You really needed to calm down your thoughts. You had no attraction to the boy sitting next to you, it had just been a long time since someone had touched you there. Wasn’t his fault he accidentally hit a sweet spot. Right?

Just as you settle back, recaptured into the strange plot of the movie, he does it again, and this time, you knew it was on purpose.

His right hand slipped underneath the blanket and grabbed your thigh, making you jump in your seat. Your face begins to grow hot as you look around and pray nobody noticed. Jeno, however, did, and is pointedly staring daggers at you and Haechan.

Clenching your jaw, you focus your attention back to the movie and try to forget about Jeno’s gaze and Haechans hand wrapped around your upper thigh. It’s working for a minute until Haechan begins to knead the inside of your thigh. Squeezing the supple skin, massaging it.

You should tell him to stop. That this wasn’t what friends did, especially ones that fought all the time, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you had thought about him this way before.

Sometimes when he got out of the shower and only had a towel wrapped around himself, you caught a glimpse of his back muscles flexing, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had to change panties that day. Admittedly, you were hot for Haechan, which is why you bickered with him all the time.

So, you didn’t stop him.

Instead, you pretended that nothing was happening. Keeping a straight face towards the movie and trying not to acknowledge his hand.

For a few minutes it stayed the same, him kneading the inner flesh of your thigh and you ignoring it, but something switched when the two main characters on screen shared a heated kiss. After that, his hands wandered further up your thigh, stroking the same path again and again. Involuntarily, you part your legs, and he notices.

You sneak a glance at him. He was turned towards the movie – pretending to watch, or actually paying attention, you couldn’t tell. His fluffy brown hair was falling into his eyes, brushing the tops of his unusually long eyelashes. His lips were slightly parted, and it was then that you truly realized how hot Haechan was. Not handsome – hot. And you knew after the movie was done you were going to invite him back to your room so he could properly fuck you – not toy with you underneath a blanket.

His hands travel higher, until they brush the front of your shorts, startling you and making your hips jerk forward. A mumbled whine leaves your lips as your eyes close.

They quickly snap open when you realize someone has paused the movie.

Jeno holds the remote in his hands, finger poised over the pause button while all three boys are turned towards you and Haechan.

“What the fuck is going on over there? Because every couple of seconds I can here Y/N make noise and it’s becoming annoying.” Jeno had to be lying, were you really making sounds? You thought you had been quiet enough, only letting out a huff of breath here and there.

Haechan pinches your thigh underneath the blanket and your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. Were you so pathetically horny that you couldn’t control your facial expressions?

“What the fuck was that.” Jaemin smirks, getting up from his spot on the loveseat and moving towards the two of you. Instead of Haechan moving his hand so that the both of you don’t get caught, he keeps it there.

“N-nothing is going on, I was just watching the movie” you blurt out, but it’s no use. Before you can stop him, Jaemin is ripping away the blanket, exposing Haechans hand between your thighs

Jaemin bursts into laughter when your entire face flushes. You bury your face into Haechans shoulder albeit a bad idea since the boys just caught him with his hand between your legs, but it seemed like the safest option.

“No need to hide princess.” Haechan whispers, his breath fanning the side of your exposed cheek.

Princess.

The nickname has every nerve in you strung on a high wire.

You can hear Jeno mutter, “I knew something was up.”

“Sorry for interrupting the movie guys,” Haechan apologizes, nudging your head off his shoulder, “I was just doing some experimenting here and it seems Y/N really likes having her thighs touched.”

“We heard” Jeno mumbles softly,

Jaemin, who has stopped laughing and instead takes on an inquisitive look, looks down at you “She does huh?” You felt small under his gaze.

Haechan clambers off the couch to kneel in front of you, using both his hands to push your knees apart, and bringing his face dangerously close to the inside of your thigh, “May I?”

The word no forms on your lips, on the premise that these were your best friends and doing whatever was about to happen might surely ruin that bond, but you were horny, and Haechans eyes were just the prettiest shade of brown, his lips puffy from him chewing on his bottom lip. The rational side of your brain was screaming at you to reconsider but the way Jaemin was looking down at you, like he couldn’t wait for you to fall apart, convinced you. Renjun and Jeno were tensely watching, waiting for your answer.

You gingerly nod your head and Haechan wastes no time.

His tongue took you by surprise, lying flat against your skin and licking bold stripes from the side of your knee all the way up to the hem of your shorts, which had been pushed up insanely far from you squirming during the movie. Harsh sucking noises sound from his mouth as bruises begin to bloom on your skin. Your hands shoot out and grab the back of his head, pulling him closer. You can feel him chuckle against you when you let out an embarrassingly loud whimper, and one of your many onlookers swears underneath their breath.

“Look at her.” Jaemin smirks.

“Who knew she could be this fucked out from just him licking her thighs,” Renjun, only now speaking up, has leaned forward, arms resting on his knees, trying to conceal the painfully obvious erection pressing hard against his thigh.

“Who knew you could get hard from just watching” you bite back, gasping when Haechan nips at your thigh.

“Watch it” he growls.

“He started it!’ You protests, but Haechan ignores you, instead nipping at you again. You jump, this time smashing his nose into you.

“Someone get over here and shut her up.” He grumbles, hands pushing your thighs even farther apart.

Jaemin, only a few feet away, takes up the offer and flops on the couch next to you, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. It’s messy, desperate, teeth scraping teeth, with his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. He snags it between his teeth and gently pulls back. “I’ve dreamt about kissing you baby.”

The pet name, much like princess, has your hips jerking against nothing.

“I think she wants her pussy ate.” Jeno’s voice surprises you, especially with how filthy his words are, but just the thought has you lifting your hips so Haechan can pull your bottoms down.

In a split second they’re flung to the other side of the living room, and you’re bare for everyone to see. Jeno’s blushing even though it was his idea in the first place, though the way his hands are shoved in his pants doesn’t go unnoticed.

Renjun is still in the same position, his face bright red. He avoids eye contact even though he knows you’re looking directly at him.

Haechan draws your attention away when he stands up, leaving your legs spread for everyone to gawk at. He reaches forward with a smile and grabs a fistful of Jaemin’s hair, dragging him off the couch.

“Ow- you Haech- What the fuck, that hurts.” Jaemin groans, but Haechan pays no mind. He forces the boy to kneel between your thighs, and leans over, whispering directly in his ear, “Go ahead.”

Jaemin looks up at him with pleading eyes and the devilish boy gives him a wink, “I don’t think –”

You can feel an ache settle between your thighs, and you almost want to close them to gain some sort of friction, but you keep them open, much to Haechans delight.

“You see that Jaem?” he gestures towards your bare pussy, “See how wet she is? “The older boys nods furiously, still on his knees with Haechans hands wrapped tightly in his hair. “She’s obviously fucking aroused, so either you eat her out, or I’ll make Renjun do it.”

Renjuns head perks up at the mention of his name, “Why me?”

Before Haechan has a chance to respond you frustratingly cry out, “Someone better do it before I go to my room and get myself off.”

All four heads turn towards you, eyes incredulous, but Haechans the only one that speaks up, “You’re an impatient little slut, aren’t you?”

If it weren’t for the vulnerable position, you were in, you would have smacked him in the face for that little comment, but instead, you ignore him and turn to Jaemin. “Please.” You breathe, eyebrows drawn in, “I’ll beg if you want me too.”

He looked nervous, hands tentatively lifting to hold your thighs in place. The warmth from his fingers was uncomfortable, and it made you squirm a bit in your seat. You wanted him to go ahead and dive in because the anticipation was killing you.

“Be still.” He whispers.

You immediately stop moving, his voice commanding. A rush of arousal floods your core and Jaemin’s eyes are transfixed. “Fuck it” he mumbles, pushing his face between your legs and darting his tongue out to lap at you.

The sensation has you lifting your hips off the seat, and his once gentle hands slam them back down against the couch. Jaemins mouth attaches itself to your clit, harshly sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your hands replace Haechans in his hair. “Fuck – Jaem – Don’t stop, ah – please”

“Shit.” Someone groans from across the room. Your eyes, which had fluttered closed earlier, snap open and try to find who had cursed, but instead your blessed with something else. Jeno, still in his spot on the loveseat, has pulled his cock out and was stroking himself slowly, his eyes shut, and head lolled to the side. His eyebrows were scrunched up in pleasure, and the sight makes you whimper and pulls Jaemin’s face closer to your pussy.

Renjuns still in the recliner, leant forward and watching Jaemin with curious eyes. You could tell he was still hard, even if he chose to ignore it.

Haechan, still standing overtop the both of you fishes for something in his pocket and pulls out a phone. For a second you think he’s going to record you, but then you hear the unmistakable sound of a facetime call commencing.

“Haechan who the fuck are you call- shit!” You choke on your words when Jaemin drags a finger through your folds, still flicking his tongue against your clit. He gently pushes one finger into you, curling his finger so that it brushed your g-spot. A sob of pleasure rushes out of you, your hips trying to grind against Jaemin’s face.

“Hyung!” Haechans voice is bright and cheerful when whoever he was calling picked up the phone.

“Yaa! What do you want, I’m at practice?” You would know that voice anywhere. Haechan had called Mark, another roommate of yours. It was hard to question why he was calling the older boy with Jaemin making loud slurping noises.

Haechan moves to flip the camera so Mark could see you, “Just thought you’d might like to see what we’re up too.”

Jaemin adds another finger, his digits rapidly squelching in and out of you, bruising your g-spot, while his tongue flickered over you. Your taken aback at the sudden stretch of his fingers, letting out an embarrassingly loud gasp that turned into a moan. You couldn’t pay attention to Haechans antics, especially when you could feel your orgasm building.

The facetime call sounded like it was breaking up, Marks gasp audibly choppy and distant. You wondered if the boy was jealous. If he wished, he was between your thighs instead of Jaemin.

He says something that only Haechan could hear, “I bet she wishes you were here Mark.” Another broken response blares from the phone speakers, but you can’t make it out, “Wanna watch the rest?” Haechans smirk is evident in his voice, and for the first time since this whole thing started, you get a good look at him.

His shorts were tight, you could tell, his erection straining against the shiny material. At some point he had taken his shirt off, revealing deep, tan skin that looked so soft. The faint contours of his muscles could be seen when he moved about, and the sight was driving you mad. You wanted to touch him.

“Just sit there and watch.” Haechans says from the other side of the room. He had taken his phone and propped it up against the T.V so that Mark could watch the five of you. The boy leaves his phone and comes to stand behind the couch – right behind you. His hands reach over your shoulders and grab the bottom of your hoodie, slowly dragging it up your body until it’s being pulled over your head.

“Fuck, she’s not even wearing a bra.” Renjun swears.

Haechans hands reach down again and pinch both of your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingertips. “Fuck, Haechan – that –”

“Feel’s good?” He hums, finishing the sentence for you. You try to squirm away from his hands, but with one boy holding your thighs in place and the others elbows pushing your shoulders back into the couch, you were stuck.

What about the other boys? Two was enough attention, but you couldn’t leave them out.

Moving your gaze over to Jeno, you see his eyes have opened up and are staring at you. When you make eye contact, his cheeks flush red. He’s no longer touching himself, but you can tell he hasn’t come yet. You loved how well Jaemin was eating you out, his fingers hitting your sweet spot, but you felt empty. You wanted more.

You find yourself inviting him to sit next to you before you can stop yourself, and he obliges, happily jumping off the loveseat.

When he crashes down next to you, you untangle one hand from Jaemin’s hair and move it to the front of his sweats. He was painfully hard and you rubbing your hands against him has him catching his bottom lip between his teeth and rocking his hips forward. He tries to conceal how desperate he is, but it’s no use.

“Is he hard?” Haechan inquires, one eyebrow raised. Your boobs are cupped in his hands as he massages them, sometimes flicking his fingers over your nipples.

You furiously nod your head, “m’ yeah.”

You want to take him out of his sweats and stroke him until his cum spills hot against his chest and your hand, but your mind becomes cloudy, and your hand drops when you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. You grab onto Jeno’s thigh as Jaemin slams his fingers into you, his tongue swirling around your clit. “Oh fuck – I think I’m gonna cum” You cry out.

The way you scream doesn’t stop Jaemin or Haechan, instead fueling them to keep going. Your orgasm washes over you so fast it sends your head reeling, and it makes your feel like your floating, down into the feather light touch of Jaemin’s hands, which pepper over your body when he pulls back. His lips are puffy and swollen, spit dripping down his chin and staining his shirt when he gives you a smile.

“Jesus” Renjun mutters, his hands now moved from his knees and finding home on the arm rests of the recliner. His nails dig into the faux leather, trying to keep himself together.

“You just gonna sit over there and cum in your pants?” Haechan snorts, and Renjun flips him off, pushing himself off the recliner to join the four of you.

The unmistakable sound of a facetime call ending sounds from Haechans phone. Mark either had to go back to practice or he couldn’t stand watching anymore. For a split second you wonder what’s going to happen when he gets back home. Who was he going to confront first?

You’re dragged away from your thoughts when Haechan leans down and brushes his lips against your ear, “Guess he got too jealous.” His voice sends shivers down your spine.

Jeno, forgotten about momentarily, grabs your hand off his thigh and pushes it against the bulge in his pants. “Please” He whimpers. You go to reach in his pants, but Jaemin slaps your hand away.

“I just made you cum, don’t you think I deserve it?” You’re quite unsure of what to do until Haechan tells you.

He walks around the couch and stands between your legs. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” Renjun, sitting next to Jeno, peeks his head over to watch, “I’m going to fuck her out of her mind, okay?” He lifts a hand and lightly slaps your cheek condescendingly, “After that, she can decide who she wants next.” He pauses for a moment as if going back and forth on whether he should say what he wants too, “I’m sure she wants to be filled to the brim with our cum, isn’t that right?” He pointedly stares at you waiting for an answer.

You nod your head, “Please” It seemed like the only word you could conjure up.

“Good girl.”

A whimpered mewl rises in your throat and fills the empty silence, “Just use me, please.”

The air stills and you can feel the energy shifts from unsure and hesitant, to pressed desperation. Haechan lets out a sharp laugh before hurriedly pulling his cock out of his shorts and shifting himself so that his hands looped under your legs, pulling you forward. You could feel his tip brush against your clit, and you arch against him. He was big, really big.

“You think it’ll fit?” you hear Jeno mumble. With a glance over, you see him rubbing himself through his shorts again.

Haechan snorts, “I’ll make it fit.” The way he says it has your walls clenching around nothing, but not for long because Haechan, true to his word, pushes into you. Jaemin had already stretched you out with his fingers, but it still felt a bit uncomfortable. A groan leaves his lips as he bottoms out, his hips grinding against yours. He starts slowly, thrusting into you at the same pace of his labored breathing, though once he sees your eyes roll into the back of your head, he’s a goner. A long string of curses leave your lips followed by loud, broken moans.

“Renjun-“ He grunts out. The boy pushes off the couch as if he knew what Haechan was going to ask him, “Come fuck her mouth to keep her quiet.”

In a few seconds, Renjun is stripped of his clothes, the tip of his cock pressing against your shut lips. You part them slightly so that he can slide in, and he does, thrusting into your mouth slowly. One of his hands wraps around your head and fists your hair, bringing you further down on his cock.

You felt full, one man between your thighs, the other between your lips, but you remember there’s two other men that beg to have your attention. You want to turn around, want to reach for Jeno – or Jaemin, but the hold Renjun has on your hair keeps you from doing so.

“Look at how well she’s taking our cocks.” Haechan groans. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, leaving little crescents in the skin, but you don’t care. The way he filled you up felt so delicious. You moan around Renjun, which makes his hips stutter at the added sensation. “God she’s so fucking wet.”

“Pretty girl” Renjun mumbles, throwing his head back and thrusting more sloppily. He’s hitting the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. You try to stifle the gag around him, but you can’t, so he pulls out, allowing you to gasp the air hungrily.

Now released from his grasp, you turn around, wanting to jerk off Jeno or Jaemin, put your hands to use somehow, but the scene you stumble upon is enough to throw you into your next orgasm.

Jaemin is straddling Jeno, his hands threaded through the boy’s hair tugging him closer. Their lips moved effortlessly together, Jaemin pulling back every so often to bite Jeno’s lower lip. Jaemin’s weight is pressing Jeno into the couch, but that doesn’t stop them both from rutting into each other, trying to gain friction of some sort. Small grunts escape the older boys’ lips, stifled from Jaemin’s hand moving up to grab his throat.

“Fuck” You cry out. It’s unbearably hot, and the way Haechan has angled you, he’s hitting your g-spot again and again. Renjuns hand drops to rub your clit, and you just can’t take it, your second orgasm washing over you just as fast as the first. Renjun wrenches your head back around and plunges his cock down your throat without warning, cutting off your whines.

Haechans hips stutter into you before his pace increases, now slamming himself into you “Oh my god, that’s so hot.” You don’t know if he’s talking about Jeno and Jaemin making out, or Renjun throat fucking you. Or maybe he’s talking about the way you keep clenching around him, but either way, the whole thing was hot.

The lack of oxygen makes your head heavy, but Renjun holds you in place, thrusts sloppy, until you can feel his cock twitch and hot cum spills over your tongue and down your throat. He keep you there for a second, taking all of him, your lips pressed against his abdomen, until he lets out a loud whoosh of breath and releases you.

“Did he just...?” Haechan asks.

Renjun nods his head, “Yeah I did.”

“Fuck.” Haechan swears. His eyebrows furrow, sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek in determination as his thrust slam into you. He leans forward so that his arms are caging you in. It’s almost as if he has you to himself. Almost. Just like how he’s dreamt, but Jaemin shatters the thought when he clambers off of Jeno, leaving the boy breathless, and moves to kneel beside your body.

His hands, around Jeno’s neck earlier, moves to hold yours, choking off your moans, and sending you back into a head high. “She’s so pathetic.” You hear Haechan groan, his thrusts becoming even sloppier than before. It was obvious he was close.

Movement to your right snaps your attention away and your eyes follow Renjun, who pulls his shorts back up and moves to where Jeno is sitting beside you. From what Jaemin’s hand can allow, you see him plop down next to the older boy and place a hand on his thigh. Jeno, bursting with the need to be touched, bucks his hands up, inviting Renjun to touch him, so he does.

Haechan glances over, seeing Renjun stroking Jeno though his shorts, and your pretty sure that’s what sets him off. His body falls on top of you, his thrusts slowing as milky ropes of cum fill you. For a second you think he’s passed out, but he quickly regains composure, standing up and fixing himself .

He looks down at you, his trademark devilish grin plastered on his face “You’re so hot baby.”

‘And you’re a god at fucking, holy shit.” You choke out when Jaemin releases his hold on your throat. Haechan winks at you and retreats, going to grab his phone from where it was still propped against the tv.

“Gonna send this to Mark.” He mumbles, pressing record and thrusting the camera close to your pussy. You get the hint and flex your abdomen, making his cum dribble out of you.

Jaemin can see from his position on the couch and runs a hand through his hair, “Fuck this.”

He gets up and pushes Haechan out of the way, taking his place between your legs and thrusting into you without warning. He isn’t as big as Haechan, but his cock is curved and directly hits your already abused g-spot. Your hands flail around, trying to ground yourself on something, do something to distract you from the orgasmic ache that was settling in the pit of your stomach. Your left hand ends up in Jeno’s lap, his cock out, hard and pulsing. Renjun is still beside him, but instead of touching him, he’s kissing the boy’s neck – licking long stripes from the base of his throat to his earlobe. Jeno shivers underneath both of your touches while Haechan takes a front row and continues recording.

Jeno whimpers when you grab him and begin stroking him, trying to gain some sort of rhythm and failing. Jaemin grinds small circles against you, involuntarily making your hand clench around Jeno, who groans loud and clear.

“Hear how good she’s making us feel, Mark?” Haechan coos, continuing to keep the camera trained on you, moving back and forth to capture both Jaemin fucking you and you jerking Jeno off.

Jaemin drops a hand down to rub harshly at your clit, “Does our princess wanna cum again?”

Your head lolls to the side, and Jeno takes the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss, completely ignoring Jaemin’s question.

“Answer. Me.” He grunts, slamming himself all the way into you. You scream against Jeno’s lips, accidentally biting down. The taste of rust fills your mouth, and you realize you’ve drawn blood. Jeno doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, his moans seem to become louder.

“Jeno’s got a thing for pain, or can’t you hear?” The boy in questions eyes roll back into his head and his hips jerk up, fucking himself up into your fist at his friends’ words. On the other side of him, Renjun decides to put this up to a test, lifting a hand and slapping Jeno across the face. Jeno’s body convulses for a second, his back arching off of the couch, hips slamming into your fist. He cums unannounced and messily, all over himself, ropes shooting onto his chest and abs, smaller spurts coating your hand, which doesn’t stop stroking him. You push him through his orgasm. “Fuck, That- Y/N, my God.” He whimpers, his hips stuttering into your fist, begging you to continue even though he was sensitive.

“Good boy.” Haechan groans, capturing the whole thing on his phone.

You look up at Jaemin, who’s eyes are hooded with lust. Who knew watching his bestfriend cum all over himself would turn him on this much? It felt almost wrong.

Jeno’s heaving beside you, trying to catch his breath as you remove your hand. Without thinking you grab Jaemin by the back of his head, pulling him closer to you, crashing your lips onto his. He tasted good, sweet – and kind of like your pussy, but in that moment, it was the hottest thing ever.

“M’ gonna cum.” He mumbles against your lips. You clench around him, the way his voice sounded sending your stomach lurching. You were gonna cum, you could feel it, but this sensation also felt different somehow. Kind of like you needed to pee.

You ignore it, instead pulling Jaemin into another kiss, while he pounded into you, bruising your g-spot. It felt good, fuck, it felt so good, but you kept feeling like you needed to pee. The sensation intensified until you were gasping for air, begging Jaemin not to stop.

He abruptly pulls out when your pussy sprays his abs with your arousal, he’s completely soaked, slippery to the touch, and a few droplets fall from his hair.

“Did she just…?” Renjun questions, groaning at the sight.

Jaemin pushes into you again, this time fucking you with so much fervor your back dragged up the sofa. “Squirt?” He offers, grabbing your hips so he could have leverage.

“Oh my god she just squirted.” Haechans eyes are incredulous, bugging out of his skull, as he holds the phone close to his chest.

“That’s,” Jeno huffs, “fucking hot.”

Your head is reeling. You’ve never squirted before – but you’ve also never had this much stimulation. You can’t admire your ability for too long as Jaemin drags your attention to him. His hands snake through your hair, tugging harshly at the roots as he continue to thrust into you.

“You’re fucking filthy, you know that?” He groans, burying himself in you, “Taking our cocks so well. Making Jeno cum.” You’re nodding your head furiously, ready to be filled again by Jaemin. It was like he could read your mind with how embarrassingly fast he does, letting out a growl and slamming his cum into you.

“Who knew Jaemin could be this aggressive.” Renjun jokes.

Both of Jaemin’s arms have somehow become wrapped around your torso, crushing you against his body as he rides out his high. He offers a few small thrusts before pulling out of you completely and pushing your thighs apart with his hands.

“C’mere” he tells the others, and they all move to stand beside him. Four boys staring at your spread pussy makes you blush, heat creeping into your cheeks. “Watch.”

The cum drips out of you, smearing itself on the couch beneath you, and Jeno lets out a low string of curses, “Wish I could’ve fucked you.” He mumbles, but you knew he wouldn’t be getting hard anytime soon. He had been successfully fucked out by just your hand.

“You did so well baby.” Haechan hums, reaching down and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your eyes were fluttering shut, the energy zapped out of you.

“Should we take her into one of our rooms?” Renjun asks.

Haechan nods his head yes, “ I’ll take her to mine.” He leans down and scoops you up in his arms. “I promise I won’t try anything funny.” He whispers in your ear.

It makes you giggle. After what you just did with all four of them and now he promises not to try anything funny?

As you’re leaving the room, the gentle swaying of Haechan carrying you lolling you into the place between sleep and waking, you hear Jaemin laugh, “I think I have Jeno’s cum in my hair.”

It’s the last thing you hear before Haechan closes the door behind himself and gently lays you down on the bed, your mind slipping into a deep sleep.

Practice was hard, especially after picking up Haechans phone call and watching helplessly as Jaemin ate you out.

He had to hang up when a manager, curious as to what had drawn Mark away, started chastising him. But that didn’t stop the rising erection he had to deal with the entire rest of practice. He could still hear your moans ringing through his head, even though the audio quality had been bad.

He’s picking his jacket off the ground now that practice was over when three dings sound from his phone. Glancing at the lock screen he can see Haechan has sent him three attachments.

Curiously opening them, shielding his phone away from any onlookers, his screen is filled with videos of cum dripping out of you, your hand lazily jerking Jeno off, and Jaemin pounding into you.

The front of sweats tighten at the sight.

For a split second he wonders if he’ll get his turn, but he quickly pushes the thought away.

That would never happen, right?

“Jeno, you’re so strong. Jeno, you look so good in blue. Oh my god Jeno can I sit on your dick?”

You roll your eyes at Jaemin’s annoying high-pitched impression of you, clearly ticked off with the way you talked to your roommate earlier. You knew that once you brought your fuck buddy over to your place and he saw Jeno there would’ve been a problem. The fact that your roommate decided to greet you both in the kitchen half-naked just multiplied that by a hundred.

You thought that going to your room to play his favorite game would make him feel better, yet 35 excruciatingly long minutes later and he’s still moaning about it.

“And what if I did Jaemin?”, you ask, rubbing your temples to numb the growing headache on the sides of your head. “Sit on his dick, I mean. So what?”

Your ‘friend’ pauses his game then, the silence in your room deafening. Eerily composed, he turns his head around to face you, jaw tensed up and veins visible on his neck.

“What?”

“You’re the one who always says that we’re not exclusive. So why would it matter if I fuck him.”

Jaemin throws the controller next to him, pulling you closer to his side. His hand crawls up your bare thighs, fingers toying with the hem of the shorts you’re wearing. You curse at yourself for choosing to wear something so revealing this morning. Your defense is already crumbling the more he feels you up.

“You could, of course. You’re free to make your own decisions.” Jaemin’s index dips right under the fabric just as he says so, happily realizing that you’re not wearing any underwear. “But does he know how to make you feel like I do?”

You bite your lower lip to keep yourself from moaning, hard enough to leave a mark. Motivating him even more to coax a reaction out of you, Jaemin feels around your soaked up opening, dipping a finger inside you.

“Does he know all the spots that make your knees give out?”

As if to prove his point, he prods his finger against the most sensitive spot inside you, thrusting in and out of you quicker now. You gasp at the feeling, grabbing at the fabric of his sweatpants, and that’s when you notice his painful boner stretching the clothing out at the crotch area. Your mouth waters at his length, knowing very well how it feels inside you.

Whining, you reach for his member, palming him over his sweats. He kisses his teeth at your impatience, yet you know he’s swelling with pride at how much you need him.

“Can he fuck you like I can?”

Hovering over you now, he pushes his sweatpants past his hips, angry cock bouncing against his lower stomach. The now wet fabric of your shorts is clinging to your pussy uncomfortably, and Jaemin decides to relieve you by ripping them off of you and laying you on your stomach.

“Hey, I liked those shorts!”, you protest, hating how much this turned you on. “Maybe Jeno could fuck me better.”

“I think you’re full of shit”, he retorts, gliding the tip of his cock against your folds. You close your eyes, waiting for the feeling of him filling you to your gut, only for it to never come. Parting your eyelashes, you twist your neck, searching for his face. He’s looking down at you with the biggest smile on.

“Aren’t you gonna…?”

“Fuck you? You have to say the magic word first.”

“Fuck you, Jaemin”

“Gladly”, he teases, gliding his dick between your asscheeks, “As long as you say ‘please’. Unless you want me to stop? Have Jeno take care of you?”

“No!”, you yelp, grabbing his arm so that he doesn’t let go. You push your ass back and he hisses, tip half-entering you now. Hanging your head low, defeated, you mumble the word against the mattress of your bed.

“What was that?”, Jaemin asks, biting the sensitive skin under your ear as he waits for your response.

“Fuck me. Please.”

“Good girl.”

You’ve decided that you’re just never gonna get used to that stretch. Jaemin holds his body weight on his two arms resting next to your head, hips snapping against your ass. The thrusts are slow but hard with a kind of determination that you see for the first time in him. You can’t help the praises that leave your lips. Not when he makes you feel so good.

“Do you think he can hear us?”, he asks you then, and with the way the bedpost bangs against your bedroom wall you know that it’s improbable he doesn’t. “I want you to say his name when you cum.”

“What?”, you babble out, yet your mind is empty with every hit of Jaemin’s cock against your cervix. Your head spins, and all the logic flies out the window when you feel the knot in your stomach unravel.

“Say it”, he whispers against your ear, thrusting inside you so hard you’re worried the bed might break.

“Jeno!”, you moan out finally, legs shaking as you finally reach your high. Jaemin’s moans hit a crescendo as well at the sound of the man’s name leaving your lips and he pulls out of you, painting on the dimples of your back with his cum. You’re laying there half-conscious, still moaning lightly, lulled to sleep by the feeling of a wet towel cleaning you up.

Next thing you know, you wake up in Jaemin’s arms, his right thumb drawing circles on your back.

“Can you promise me you’ll think of something? You don’t have to answer me now.”, he asks out of the blue when he sees you open your eyes.

“What is it?”

DUMB DUMB.

summary. (full preview post here)

Life had been moving smoothly. Managing to watch from afar as random people dealt with complications at your menacing hands. Disturbing their peace only to calm your crave for destruction.

That was until the day you met Johnny.

Johnny Suh. The first book cover you wished to not have judged so quickly. He would turn out to be your hardest lesson yet.

pairing. single dad!Johnny x fem!reader

genre. dilf AU with a twist, daddy issues, pwp, aged up Johnny (35), reader is younger/legal, M/F, mild angst-happy ending, this gets very filthy

warnings. TBD

author. @neopuppy

tentative word count. 15k-20k

posting. mid-March

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GO AHEAD AND CRY, LITTLE GIRL.

summary.

You’re a barista just trying to make ends meet, one latte foam art cup at a time. What happens when a very lucrative job offer falls neatly into your lap after the wealthy, secretive, and dangerously attractive father Johnny Suh takes an interest in you?

pairing. dad!Johnny x fem!reader

genre. smut, angst