radicow

You had always thought of James as a silly guy.

Not just a little funny, either, he was the loud, chaotic kind of funny. The kind that filled a room before he even opened his mouth. The kind of person who could turn the most normal moment into something ridiculous without even trying.

James never did anything quietly.

His laugh was loud and bright, the kind that made people look over from across the room. When something amused him, he didn’t hide it—he threw his head back, shoulders shaking as he laughed like the moment was the funniest thing he’d ever experienced.

He told exaggerated stories with wild hand gestures, acting everything out like he was performing for an audience, even if it was just you sitting across from him.

And somehow, you always ended up laughing.

It showed in the way he made dramatic comments about the smallest inconveniences.

If he dropped something on the floor, he’d gasp like the world had ended.

If his drink was slightly too sweet, he’d squint at the cup suspiciously like it had personally betrayed him.

“Unbelievable,” he’d mutter dramatically, shaking his head while you giggled beside him.

James had a way of making everything feel lighter.

Sometimes he’d say something so ridiculous that you’d stare at him in disbelief before bursting into laughter. Meanwhile he would sit there with the most satisfied grin on his face, clearly proud of himself for getting that reaction out of you.

He loved making you laugh.

Loved hearing the way your giggles filled the space between you.

But for all his chaotic energy around other people, James had a softer side too.

He didn’t speak unless he had something to say. His presence was gentle, comfortable, the kind that didn’t demand attention but still somehow pulled you toward him anyway.

But with you?

James was different.

Softer.

Playful in his own quiet way.

A little clingy, though he’d probably deny it if anyone pointed it out.

And apparently… very obsessed with kissing your shoulder.

You didn’t realize it at first.

The first time it happened, it felt so natural that your brain barely registered it.

You and James were sitting on the couch in the living room, the soft glow of the TV lighting the room in shifting colors. Some show played in the background, something neither of you were actually paying attention to.

Your legs were tangled together lazily across the couch cushions, his long legs stretched out while yours rested over them. You leaned back comfortably against his chest, your body fitting against him like you’d been sitting like this forever.

James’ arm rested loosely around your waist, his hand absentmindedly tracing small patterns against your side through the fabric of your shirt.

The room was quiet except for the low voices from the television and the occasional rustle when one of you shifted.

Then you felt it.

A soft press of warmth against your shoulder.

Your body stilled for a moment.

The kiss was light, so gentle you might have missed it if you weren’t leaning against him. His lips barely lingered, brushing your skin before pulling away.

You blinked slowly.

Your eyes shifted to the side as you tilted your head just enough to glance back at him.

James looked completely normal.

His eyes were fixed on the TV, his expression calm, almost distracted like he was actually invested in whatever scene was playing. His arm was still wrapped around you, his fingers idly resting against your waist.

If you hadn’t felt it yourself, you might’ve thought you imagined it.

“…Hi James,” you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He hummed in response.

Not looking away from the TV.

Just a quiet, content sound vibrating from his chest.

You watched him for a second longer, studying his face like you were trying to catch him doing something suspicious.

Nothing.

He just sat there, relaxed and warm behind you, like nothing unusual had happened.

Eventually you shrugged slightly and leaned back against him again. People kissed their partners all the time, right? Foreheads, cheeks, hands, shoulders.

It wasn’t weird, it was normal, comfortable, even.

So you didn’t think much of it.

You focused back on the TV, though your mind was still a little distracted.

James shifted slightly behind you, adjusting the way he sat so his chin hovered closer to your shoulder.

Then—

Another soft press of lips right against the same spot.

You blinked again, that time it was unmistakable.

Your eyes slowly drifted to the side as if your body moved before your brain did.

James still looked completely unfazed.

His gaze remained on the TV, his expression neutral, though if you looked closely you could see the faintest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

You narrowed your eyes slightly.

“…You okay James?”

He didn’t even look at you.

“Yeah.”

The answer was so casual it almost made you laugh. You turned your head a little more, trying to catch his face. “James.”

He hummed again, still pretending to be very invested in the show.

Your lips pressed together as you tried not to smile. “You’re weird.”

That finally got his attention. His eyes flickered down toward you, warm and amused.

Then, before you could say anything else, he leaned forward slightly, and kissed your shoulder again.

This time slower.

Your breath hitched just a little in surprise.

His lips were warm, lingering there for half a second before he pulled away again like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You stared at him.

James simply blinked back at the TV like he hadn’t just done anything.

A quiet smile crept onto your face. “…Okay,” you murmured to yourself.

You didn’t stop him.

And ten seconds later— He did it again.

At first, you assumed it was a one-time thing. Just a random, affectionate moment that happened because you were close to him.

It wasn’t, it slowly became… a habit. A very persistent habit.

At first, you didn’t really notice how often it happened. It slipped into your routine so naturally that it took a while before you realized it wasn’t just occasional affection, it was something James did constantly.

If you were sitting next to him on the couch, it didn’t take long before his body leaned closer to yours. His arm would slide around your waist, pulling you into his side like it was the most natural thing in the world. You would be halfway through talking about something, your day, something you saw online, some random story, when suddenly you’d feel it.

The warm brush of his lips against your shoulder.

You’d pause for half a second, blinking slightly before continuing your sentence like nothing happened.

Sometimes he didn’t even look at you when he did it. His eyes stayed on the TV, or his phone, or whatever conversation you were both having. Like his body had just decided on its own that your shoulder deserved a kiss.

If you were cooking in the kitchen, it happened there too.

You would be standing by the stove stirring something or chopping vegetables, completely focused on what you were doing when suddenly you’d feel arms slip around your waist from behind.

James.

Always James.

His chest would press against your back as he leaned his weight into you comfortably, like he had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

“James,” you’d sigh, though there was no real annoyance in your voice.

“Hi, baby,” he’d reply, voice muffled slightly because his face was already buried near your shoulder.

Then, a slow, lazy kiss right where your shoulder met your neck.

Sometimes he’d linger there for a second, his nose brushing your skin before he kissed you again.

You’d usually just laugh softly, shaking your head while trying to continue whatever you were doing.

“Are you helping or just standing there?”

“Just wanted to be with you,” he’d answer without shame, and then he’d kiss your shoulder again.

If you were lying in bed scrolling on your phone, the habit followed you there too.

You’d be stretched across the mattress, propped up against the pillows while the soft glow of your screen lit up your face. James would flop down beside you dramatically, complaining about how tired he was, how unfair life was, how he deserved a nap after doing absolutely nothing.

Within minutes he’d end up pressed against your side.

His head would rest against your shoulder like it belonged there.

Like it had always belonged there.

Then, kiss. 

You wouldn’t even look up from your phone.

Another kiss.

You’d shift slightly so he was more comfortable.

Another one.

They were never rushed, just soft, absentminded little presses of his lips against your skin, the kind that felt as natural as breathing.

Eventually you started noticing it everywhere.

When you were brushing your teeth in the bathroom and he walked up behind you. When you were sitting at the dining table. When you were folding laundry together. When you were half-asleep and he pulled you closer.

Your shoulder had somehow become James’ favorite place to be.

At first you didn’t say anything, you didn’t question it, you just blinked whenever it happened, a little confused but never bothered.

Sometimes you’d glance at him with a small smile, wondering if he even realized he was doing it.

Most of the time, he probably didn’t, it seemed instinctive. Like whenever he was close enough, his lips just… found your shoulder.

But after a while…

Something changed, you started expecting it. Your body would subtly lean into him without you realizing, giving him easier access.

When he walked up behind you, you’d already know what was coming. And when his lips finally brushed your shoulder again.

You’d feel a small warmth bloom in your chest. So gentle that it made your heart soften every single time. Before you even realized it, you had started liking it, a lot.

That afternoon the sunlight spilled softly through the bedroom window, filling the room with warm golden light. The curtains swayed slightly with the breeze, and the quiet hum of the world outside drifted faintly through the glass.

You sat cross-legged on the bed, your hands absentmindedly picking at a loose thread on the blanket as you talked.

James sat behind you, long legs stretched out across the mattress while your back rested comfortably against his chest.

His arms wrapped loosely around your waist, one of his hands resting lazily on your stomach while the other fiddled with the edge of the blanket beside you.

His chin rested on your shoulder. You barely noticed anymore, it had become your normal.

“…and then I swear she was staring at me like she expected me to agree with her,” you said, your voice animated as you explained the story. “But like—why would I agree with that?”

James didn’t interrupt. He just listened quietly, his breath warm against the side of your neck.

“…like I get that she’s upset but she literally hasn’t said anything to him,” you continued, waving one hand as you spoke. “How is he supposed to know what she’s thinking if she—”

kiss.

Your voice didn’t stop. You simply giggled softly under your breath like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“…if she keeps acting like everything’s fine,” you continued without missing a beat. Your fingers played with the blanket, twisting the fabric between them.

James stayed quiet behind you, his cheek brushing lightly against your shoulder.

“…so I told her that honestly—”

kiss.

You smiled slightly.

“…that honestly she should just tell him instead of complaining about it to everyone else.”

James’ arms tightened around your waist just a little, pulling you closer into him.

“…because if she doesn’t say anything he’s not gonna—”

kiss.

Your shoulders lifted slightly as a soft hum slipped out of you without permission.

James’ lips curved into a smile against your skin.

“…gonna magically figure it out,” you finished, shaking your head.

For a moment the room went quiet, you blinked. Then you turned your head slightly, glancing back at him.

“…Are you even listening to me?”

James blinked slowly, like he’d just been caught doing something he definitely wasn’t ashamed of.

“Of course I am.”

You squinted at him suspiciously. “What did I just say then?”

Instead of answering right away, James leaned forward again.

kiss. 

Right on your shoulder.

You narrowed your eyes. “James.”

He chuckled softly.

“You said,” he started lazily, his voice low near your ear, “that your friend should stop complaining to everyone else and actually talk to the guy she likes.”

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. “…Okay wow.”

James grinned.

“You were listening.”

“I always listen,” he said. His fingers traced small circles against your stomach absentmindedly. “Especially when you’re yapping.”

You gasped dramatically. “I do not yap.”

“You absolutely yap.”

You turned slightly to glare at him.

James only smiled wider.

Then he leaned forward again.

kiss.

Your shoulder warmed instantly. You sighed, but there was no real annoyance behind it.

“Whatever.”

James did have times wherein he'd be quiet and keep to himself most of the time. Today was one of those times.

He wasn't in class.

You knew him like the back of your hand... most of the time.

So after you were dismissed, you went to one of his favorite hotspots to slack off.

That one dusty room in the gym, practically abandoned. WAS dusty, since he cleaned it by the 3rd time he nestled in the space.

The doorknob twitches, his ears perking up as he scrambles to hide. Peeking an eye out as he sees you, shoulders dropping in relief. "You came?" James says, laying back on the floor.

"You didn't come to class." You lean to grab a stray gym mat and plop it beside him to lay down. "Quiz."

"What? Damn, that's crazy." He laughs, turning his phone back on. "But for real though, you came here, missed me that much?"

"You ditched bro. That quiz was forty points." You slap his stomach, "I'm only here to report... and slack off until the next subject."

"I can always ask for make up quizzes."

"You know damn well that professor doesn't give make ups."

"I can always... you know." He motions to his pants, grinning stupidly.

"Bro." You scoot away from him.

"It was just a joke!" He backtracks, laughing now.

"Bet you can't even handle her."

"You have no faith in me, I AM good at that stuff." He shrugs, arms behind his back. Shirt riding up a bit to reveal skin. "I've got girls lined up for me."

"Lies, your skills in bed are as shitty as your jokes." You joke back, not thinking much of it.

"Wanna find out yourself?"

Unintentional silence poured in like a bucket of ice water.

But hey, weren't you a tad bit curious? Surely it won't ruin the friendship.

It was only a taste test, a test drive.

A merely one and done situation.

Right?

His palm slips from your face to curl around your nape, tilting you up with a gentle tug before his mouth finds yours.

You melt into the kiss, letting him take the reigns to see what happens.

His mouth is hot, tasting faintly of what tasted like iced coffee and something sweet—bubblegum, maybe. The arm still around your waist tightens, keeping you flush against him as his tongue brushes across your lower lip, a silent request.

"This is stupid." You laugh, opening your mouth anyway to let him in.

James' mouth tugs up in a slight smile against yours, almost as if he can't help it. With another tug on your hair, he finally tilts your head back and takes control of the kiss. His tongue slips past your lips, tasting every inch of your mouth with a growing heat that wasn't there before.

Then the hand on your waist moves dangerously, laying his palm flat against the inbetween of your legs.

The sudden shift had you taken aback, eyes opening a bit along with a gasp escaping your lips.

He swallows that gasp eagerly, taking advantage of your surprise to kiss you breathless. His hand slides down and hooks behind one of your knees, hoisting that leg up to rest over his hip and open you up more for his ministrations.

He breaks away from your mouth to kiss a path down the side of your neck, teeth nipping at the soft skin along the way. "You—" he bites out, breath heavy, "If I'd known you tasted this good, I would've done you sooner."

"I thought you didn't know how to... kiss..." you muttered, trying to take the sudden shift.

"Yeah? Who told you that?" he drawls, pressing a kiss to your jaw before shifting to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. "Got some idiots feeding you bullshit."

"W-... Well, y'know, cuz... Aren't you a virgin or something? How'd you learn how to kiss?"

No way someone let him hit it. Him? This dork? Your loser bestfriend? No fucking way.

His head lifts up so you can see how his eyes roll. Even still, there's no annoyance in his expression. Amused exasperation, sure—but it's clear your lack of trust in something as simple as this just irritates him.

"You're dumb as fuck," he says bluntly, not unkindly. "You seriously thought I've never been with anyone, even kissed someone before?"

"Well, you've never told me!" She shot back in disbelief.

"Thought it was pretty damn obvious," he grumbles in retort, giving your thigh a small squeeze where it's still hooked up over his hip. "Don't need to get into my dating life 24/7."

His eyes narrow at the look on your face—the disbelief, the slight hint of jealousy—and something almost darkens in his gaze. "Wait. Are you... jealous?" He grins.

"No? I just thought that since we're best friends, I deserve to get to know who you're with..."

Deserve?

Oh—that's cute.

"You're jealous, aren't you?"

"Why do you keep insisting that? I'm not! I'm just- y'know! Like I'm pretty open with you with the people I like and get with!"

James hums in response, the sound low in the back of his throat as he studies your face. He can always pick up on your little habits, the tiny giveaways that the words you say hide your real feelings.

The way your nose scrunches in the slightest when you lie. The barely noticeable way your eyes widen, even just a millimeter. The little pout of your mouth.

"Yeah, sure," he drawls, a smirk playing on his lips. "Totally not jealous, right?"

For the first time, you stay silent. Heart beating like it was ready to lurch out of your ribcage.

A frown settles on your lips, paired with how your brows now knit together. Just looking— staring at him.

He doesn't break eye contact with you, gaze unwavering and sharp. He watches you like a hawk, picking up on every minuscule change in your expression. He knows he's right, which only makes his smirk widen. "Awww," he coos, tone almost mocking. "You are jealous, aren't you? Admit it." "Shut up." You shift, attempting to pull away.

His grip tightens on your waist, preventing you from putting any space between you. He's too observant to let you escape so easily after realizing the truth.

"Aww," he says again, smirk still in place. "Upset that I know you better than you know yourself?"

"Quit that shit."

"You're soo obvious, y'know that?" He gives you a slight nudge to mess with you. "You really thought I was some inexperienced guy just because I don't brag to you about hooking up with people?"

The quiet only fuels the fire of his smugness. James tilts his head down, lips brushing the arch of your ear as his voice lowers to a tone that's practically designed to tease.

"You gonna be a sore loser and stay quiet, huh?" he drawls, warm breath fanning your skin. He's enjoying this, enjoying getting a rise out of you.

He presses a kiss below your ear, just light enough to tickle. "C'mon," he murmurs, "Admit it. You're jealous."

You had to fight yourself, not wanting him to see how your knees felt weak at the kiss. "James..."

His name from your mouth in that soft, almost pleading tone makes James' smirk soften a little. He kisses under your ear again, more firm this time. "Admit it," he repeats, a hint of command in his voice. "Say you're jealous that I've been with other people. Say you were upset that you didn't know about it until now."

"Jealous..." You strain, "I'm jealous..."

"There's a good girl."

He praises your honesty with a warm rumble in his chest, the arm around your waist tightening in a slight embrace. He's pleased that you finally admitted it, though there's a touch of smugness to his tone, too.

His mouth brushes your ear again, this time placing a kiss to the lobe. "See?" he murmurs. "Wasn't that hard."

"C'mon, stop sulking," he murmurs, still holding your face in his grip and keeping you close. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, almost as if by instinct. "I'll make it up to you."

"How?"

"You're gonna have to cooperate, though."

And you did.

You did cooperate.

Followed his words a bit too well that now you were folded in half as he pounded inside of you.

His breath is ragged against your ear, his grip bruising on your hips as he drives into you with sharp, punishing thrusts.

"Fuuuck—fuck, look at you," he grits out between clenched teeth, voice rough and wrecked. His free hand fists in the fabric of your shirt to yank it down over one shoulder so his mouth can find bare skin to bite at—marking what's his.

Every snap of his hips punches a choked sound from you that only makes him move harder, more desperate for every little noise spilling from your lips.

"Can't... Breathe..." Every thrust knocks the air out of your lungs, legs slung over his shoulders, threatening to shake.

"Just breathe, baby," He gives a patronizing pat to your cheek, then slides to clamp over your mouth—not to muffle you but so he can feel the vibrations of your whimpers against his palm. His other arm hooks under your knee, hitching it higher and spreading you even wider for himself.

It felt nasty.

The position you were in.

The noises, the sweat, the roll of his hips.

Making you gush out a bit. Shakily moaning against his hand.

The wet, filthy sound of you leaking around him has James' control snapping. His thrusts turn jagged and uneven, hips stuttering as he chases his own release with rough, shallow rolls of his pelvis—claiming every last drop from you.

"Fuck—fuck," he grits out between clenched teeth when your moan vibrates against his palm; the vibrations sending a violent shudder down his spine too now.

One final snap forward and James is spilling deep inside you with a guttural groan muffled into the crook of your neck.

Your legs shook violently. Warm thick cum spilling inside you, indefinitely filling you up. "A—Ah! Hah–"

James' jaw goes slack for a second as he spills into you, his forehead dropping against your shoulder with a rough exhale. But the moment your shaky whimpers hit his ears again, his arm slams back around your waist to drag you flush against him—his hips grinding slow and filthy just to feel how full of him he's got you now.

"Christ," James rasps out between heavy breaths, voice wrecked beyond recognition while sweat drips from both of you onto the gym floor beneath. "Gonna leak for days at this rate."

You let out a hiss, hearing the filthy squelch as cum began spilling out of you.

The sound of his cum dripping out of you makes James' jaw clench, fingers digging into your hips to yank you back against him with a rough groan.

"God," he mutters under his breath—half praise, half curse—as the wetness smears between both your bodies from where he's still buried inside you. His thumb swipes through it before pushing that slick mess right back in alongside one last punishing thrust, stretching you even wider around him on purpose just to hear those sweet little sounds spill again.

"Fuck– No, it's too much... so much inside..."

"Too much?" He repeats, voice rough with amusement as his hips roll forward once more—just shallowly now; just enough to make sure every drop stays exactly where it belongs. "Nah, you can take it."

His palm smacks your ass lightly for emphasis before kneading the reddened skin under his grip.

You flinch at the slap to the ass, "Can't... Can't..."

"What was that? You can't?" His thumb pressing hard into the stinging spot on your ass. His other hand wraps around the base of his cock where it's still wedged inside you, pumping just enough to force more of that thick mess back up higher with a filthy squelch. "You will."

You let out strained sobs as you feel more being pumped inside you.

James loves the sound of your sobs—how they shake against his palm as he shoves himself even deeper. His fingers dig bruises into your hips, keeping you impaled on him while his cum drips out in slow, obscene streaks down your ass.

"C'mon," James rasps against the shell of your ear, voice rough with a mix between praise and mocking sympathy. "Gonna cry over spilling me? Should've thought about that before having the audacity to be jealous."

"Fuck– fuck... fuck you..." She cried.

He laughs—a rough, breathless sound as he finally pulls out of you with a filthy wet noise. The second his cum starts leaking earnestly in thick globs, his smirk sharpens into something downright wicked.

"Nah," he murmurs while dragging the tip through the mess before shoving it back inside without warning, stretching you even wider just to hear that choked sob again.. "I think I'm fucking you."

"James! Please! God- fuck-"

but of all the things he’s bought you, the ones that have started to haunt him in ways he can’t quite explain are the louboutins. there’s something about the red soles—the way they flash when you walk, the soft click of your heels against the floor—that makes his head spin. his favorite? the hot chick ones. they make your legs look soooo good!, your stride just a little more confident, and the way the arch of your foot looks when you're walking in them… fuck, it’s a lot.

he doesn’t think about it at first, not really. it’s just an observation, right? but one morning, you’re getting dressed for a brunch, and he’s grabbing a suit from the closet. his eyes drift down to the row of heels lined up neatly, those red bottoms staring back at him, and suddenly he’s frozen. his brow furrows, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his brain short-circuits. why the hell is this getting to him so much? it’s just shoes, right? but damn, they look good on you.

you don’t notice his internal freak-out yet, too busy fussing with your hair in the mirror. he stands there, trying to shake off the thought, convincing himself it’s nothing. it’s not like he’s got some foot fetish or anything. it’s just the shoes… just the way you look in them.

“you good, babe?” your voice pulls him from his thoughts.

his eyes snap up to meet yours, a little too quickly, and he clears his throat. “yeah, yeah, just thinking about… work,” he mutters, though the lie tastes bitter.

over time, though, you catch on.

the way his eyes linger when you slip on a pair of those heels, how he seems a little more distracted whenever you wear them. and one day, you decide to tease him a bit. you slow your steps, making sure the soles flash with every movement, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he struggles to maintain composure.

“you like them?” you ask innocently, but the smirk playing on your lips tells a different story.

he swallows hard, his face giving him away even though he tries to play it cool. “they’re… nice,” he grumbles, but the way his voice dips betrays him.

you agree, turning back to give him a better view, each click of your heels against the floor making seungcheol’s fingers twitch as he loosens his tie. you sit on the edge of the bed, and from the bathroom door, he’s still watching you, practically glued to the spot. he’d told you he was going to take a bath a few minutes ago, but he hasn’t moved an inch, his eyes flicking between your legs and those damn heels. you know exactly what you’re doing to him, how easy it is to have him in the palm of your hand, and the thought makes your lips twitch.

“my legs are killing me,” you frown, squeezing your calves for emphasis. it’s not even a full lie—those heels could cramp anyone’s calves after a while.

his eyes widen in that soft, concerned way he always gets when it comes to you, and in seconds, he’s on one knee in front of you. “are you okay?” his hands immediately reach for your legs, massaging the tension in your calves with an almost desperate care.

but then… you move. you don’t even have to apply pressure; just the touch is enough. the slender point of your louboutin grazes his inner thigh.

and seungcheol moans.

it’s not even a small sound—it’s a full-on, desperate, pathetic moan that slips from his throat like he can’t stop it— “uhhhnnngg… fuck…” —so needy, it catches even you off guard for sec. his other knee gives way, and suddenly, he’s kneeling fully before you, both knees planted on the ground, like he’s ready to worship you. you can see the confusion in his eyes, something he hasn’t quite come to terms with yet.

his face drops against your bare thigh as if he could hide himself from this ''shame'', his breath hot and ragged as he presses himself against you.

you lift your leg, the sharp heel sliding further up, and he trembles as it nudges right between his legs. the shift is small, but enough for the pointed heel to brush against his clothed balls, and he lets out another shaky moan, louder this time, body folding inward like he’s being torn apart by something he doesn’t even understand.

“oh?” you hum, tilting your head in mock surprise, “seungcheol, you bought these for me, didn’t you?”

his grip tightens around your ankle, desperate. “yeah…” he gasps, voice cracking, but his body is already betraying him, hips subtly grinding against the toe of your shoe, his breath hitching at the friction.

you raise the heel just slightly, dragging it upward, and you can see it in his face—he’s losing it. his body shudders violently, his knees spreading wider, giving you more access, more control. you know exactly where to apply the pressure, the sharp point of your heel pressing right against his perineum, and it sends him spiraling. his hands cling to your ankle, fingers digging into your skin as he chokes out another pathetic whimper.

“you bought them for me, but now look at you,” you tease, voice sultry, “humping my heels like you’re some desperate little thing.”

his hips jerk, grinding harder, and you can feel the dampness growing beneath his slacks, the way his body moves involuntarily, chasing that friction, that release. he’s so sensitive, so overwhelmed, that you almost feel bad—almost. but watching seungcheol crumble like this, makes you wetter than the usual.

“such a good boy,” you murmur, dragging your heel up again, pressing it just right. he gasps, head falling back as his hips buck uncontrollably, riding the edge of it. “you look so good on your knees, baby. all for me, right?”

his response is a strangled groan, hips rutting against your foot, eyes squeezed shut as he holds onto you for dear life. “fuck… fuck… please…” he’s babbling now, and you know he’s close, his thighs trembling

you smirk down at him, fingers still threaded through his hair, watching the way his body trembles beneath you. you know he’s holding back, trying to keep some semblance of control, but the way his hips jerk against your heel tells you all you need to know.

“you wanna cum on them, baby?” you ask softly, your voice a teasing purr.

his eyes widen, his face flushing a deep, almost violent red as he shakes his head, mortified. it’s like the situation couldn’t possibly get any worse for him—like he’s already crossed some line he didn’t even know existed. but now you’re pushing him further, guiding him to a place he’s never been before.

“n-no, i…” he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath coming out in harsh, ragged gasps.

you lean forward, gently cupping his cheek, guiding his face back up to meet your gaze. his skin is hot under your palm, his lips parted as he breathes heavily. “hey,” you whisper, your thumb brushing over his cheek. “it’s okay, cheol. i’m not gonna judge you. you can do it. i want you to.”

his eyes search yours, the uncertainty still clear in his expression, but the way you’re looking at him—like he’s the only thing you want, like you’re not disgusted or weirded out by any of it—makes him melt. he lets out a shaky breath, and with trembling hands, he reaches for his cock.

when he pulls it out, it’s already dripping, slick with pre-cum that drips onto the floor between his knees. his hand wraps around the thick base, and he hesitates for a second before placing the swollen, wet head of his cock against the bare skin of your foot. the contact makes him twitch, a shudder running through his entire body.

his hand moves faster now, jerking himself off with rough, needy strokes. every time he glances at the red soles of your heels, his mouth falls open, and a pitiful whine escapes his lips. his entire body shakes with the force of it, and you can hear just how wet it sounds, how slick and messy he is as his hand moves up and down his length.

he can’t bring himself to look at you, his eyes darting to the side as if he’s ashamed of what he’s about to do. but his body betrays him, his hips jerking forward, his cock twitching against your foot as he lets out a series of broken, desperate moans.

and then it explodes—his body goes rigid, and with a choked moan, he spills himself all over your foot and the heels, the hot, sticky warmth of his release sliding over your skin and dripping down onto the red soles. his knees give out completely, and he collapses against your legs, face pressing into your knees as he trembles, too embarrassed and wrecked to say anything.

in your circle of friends, it was basically known that you and james were a lil duo. wherever one of you was, the other wasn’t far behind. the two of you were always together, and because of how close you were, people often called you partners in crime or something stupid like tom and jerry, especially with how often the two of you were caught together doing something mischievous. like that one time you both got caught climbing up the fence of the campus pool area, laughing like idiots even as security shouted at you from below, neither of you even had a real reason for doing it though. it just seemed fun at the time, and somehow, doing it with james always made things feel more exciting.

james had already been in his fair share of relationships, but you on the other hand, had never been in anything serious. unlike him, who had two year-long relationships during the time you’d known each other, you never really crossed that line with anyone.

it might have seemed contradictory, especially since james liked you. but he convinced himself his feelings would eventually fade if he dated other people. but over time james realized it probably never would change.

at the current moment, james had just become single again. the breakup was recent, however you hadn’t really seen or talked to him properly in a while. the sudden thought of him made you wonder how he was holding up, so on a quiet afternoon, you decided to call him and ask if he was busy. fast food at 11:00pm, him picking you up with his car like usual, nothing but just two friends catching up.

james takes a bite of his burger, chewing thoughtfully before answering about your question about how he’s holding up with the whole break up. "i've been alright. you know me, i don't really get too down about stuff like that."

"right. makes me think you're an actual red flag." you let out a soft chuckle, bringing a fry to your mouth.

james lets out a surprised laugh, nearly choking on his soda. "hey, that's harsh." he then grabs a fry from your container, stealing it playfully. "fyi she was the toxic one. i'm just good at moving on." his eyes linger on you a moment longer than necessary before he glances away.

"right right. my bad, i was just teasing you." you playfully land a harmless punch on his shoulder, the impact light and teasing. james rubs his shoulder like it actually hurt, giving you that overly dramatic pout.

"violence, baby, violence.” james leans back in his seat, arm resting on the center console between you two. "but seriously, i'm doing better now. especially since you decided to grace me with your presence at 11pm.. so, you just wanted to hang out with me at midnight to eat junk food? no ulterior motives?”

“what do you mean ulterior motives!” you laughed, your voice bubbling with disbelief as you shook your head at him, a wide grin spreading across your face.

james grins mischievously, his eyes sparkling with amusement under the dim lighting of the car.

"oh, i don't know. maybe you secretly wanted to make out in my backseat or something.”

“hey, don’t tease me like that,” you whined weakly, the protest coming out softer than you intended, more embarrassed than annoyed.

james grin falters slightly, something shifting in his expression as he studies your face in the darkness. "was i teasing though?" 

his voice drops lower, and he doesn't pull his hand back when he wipes a fry bit off the corner of your mouth, his thumb brushing your lip.

“you just got broken up and you’re already acting like a flirt!” you giggle, cheeks warming as you gently push him away from your face, trying to hide the sudden flutter in your chest. james catches your hand, his thumb absently tracing circles on your palm.

 "just because i got dumped doesn't mean i’ve lost my game." there's a pause, his eyes locked on yours. "besides, you're the one who asked to hang out at midnight in my car, eating fries and stealing my fries.”

“it’s not why i called… i just wanted to check up on you and ask some advice on something.” your voice comes out softer this time, the teasing tone fading as you fidget with a napkin between your fingers, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.

james raises an eyebrow at you, his hand still holding yours. "advice? from me? at midnight? Oh this sounds serious." he leans back in his seat, his expression turning thoughtful as he studies you. "shoot. what's up?" as he squeezes your hand encouragingly.

“but don’t laugh at me!” you add quickly, pointing a warning finger at him, your voice half serious, half embarrassed.

with a smile, james brings your hand to his chest dramatically. "i solemnly swear, on our years of friendship, i will not laugh." his were eyes are soft, genuine in the way he often is when it's just the two of you. "what's wrong?" his thumb is still moving against your knuckles absentmindedly. 

“it’s just… it’s hard for me to open up about this,” you begin, fingers fidgeting with the edge of your cup, avoiding his gaze for a moment. “but you know my girlfriends, alysa, amber, and isa… they all have their boyfriends, and it kinda sucks that i’m the only single one in our friend group.”

james stays quiet, listening attentively as you confess something you've probably never admitted out loud before. “go on," he prompts gently, his thumb pausing in its path as he waits for you to continue. "so, you're feeling left out because they're all paired up and you're not?”

“yeah, and…” you pause, biting your lip for a moment, hesitating as if weighing your words. “they tell all these stories about their boyfriends, and i just… i can’t really relate to it.”

"and you feel like the odd one out," he says, finishing your sentence for you. "because you don't have a boyfriend to talk about." 

he searches your face, his voice gentle. "is that all?”

you nod, your lips pressing into a small, sad pout. "well, uhm.. they even lost their virginity to them.”

"you're feeling pressure because of that too? because they're talking about sex and you're not?”

“you’re awfully good at these talks,” you chuckled, shaking my head a little, “but yes… i do feel that way. but the thing is! i’ve been wanting to lose my virginity for a while now! for christ’s sake, i’m twenty!”

james laughs softly, shaking his head. "first of all, twenty is not old. second of all," he pauses, choosing his words carefully, "why haven't you then? if that's what you want." his thumb stops moving entirely now, his hand still holding yours firmly.

"i want to do it with someone i love! or atleast someone i trust!” you exclaimed.

"and you don't trust any of the guys you know? or... you just haven't found someone you like enough?”

“no, actually… you probably think i’m being stupid right now so bare with me okay?” you mumble, cheeks warming as you look down at your hands, twisting the napkin between your fingers.

"you're not being stupid. it's perfectly valid to want to wait until you're with someone you trust and care about. it's actually pretty mature of you, to be honest." 

“and also… maybe i do have an ulterior motive for tonight,” you admit quietly as you stare at the windshield for too long.

james goes quiet, his hand still holding yours but his thumb pausing mid-circle. "what's that?”

"i was hoping you'd take my first." you gaze at him hopefully, eyes soft and a little uncertain, silently searching for a reaction, for some hint that he won’t judge you for even asking.

his hand goes absolutely still. all you could see in his facial expression is a mixture of shock, surprise, and something else you can't quite place. jamesstares at you for what feels like an eternity before he finally speaks. "you're joking, right? you can't be serious.”

“i-i mean! you can say no if you don’t want to… we can just forget i ever asked!” you rush out, words tumbling over each other, cheeks burning as you glance nervously at him.

james pulls his hand away from yours suddenly, running both through his hair. he looks completely and utterly lost for words, which is rare for him. 

"i... you can't just... we've been friends for years, and you just dropped this on me at midnight in a parking lot." james laughs humorlessly. "of course i'll say no.”

"o-oh..”

the single word hangs in the air between you like a physical weight. james watches the light go out of your eyes, the hopeful expression crumbling into something small and embarrassed. there’s a million things that was rushing into his mind he couldn’t think fucking straight at all with what you just asked him of.

"Listen… i'm not saying no because i don't want to.” james turns back to face you fully, his eyes searching yours. he tries to find the right words, but they seem to elude him. Instead, he just blurts out the truth.

“then what?” you whisper, barely moving your lips, heart fluttering as your eyes stay fixed on his.

he continued to swallow hard, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly before meeting yours again. "i'm saying no because i don't want to mess things up between us. i don't want sex to completely change our friendship." 

“i mean, i get it, but… it’s just something i wanna get over with,” you admit quietly.

"you're not getting it. you're not just handing over your virginity like it's nothing. you're giving a part of yourself away.” his voice comes out slightly harsher than intended, james turns away momentarily, collecting himself before turning back to you.

it was making him crazy conflicted.

“you’re the only guy i trust right now, james.” you say firmly, eyes locking with his meaningfully. 

“please…? for me?”

your words hit him right in the chest and it makes his resolve waver. he's never been able to say no to you about anything important, and he knows you knows he’s weak for you when it comes to favours. 

afterall, you were his favorite girl.

"you're playing dirty." james mutters.

you pout, leaning a little closer, “you never say no to me, jammie. i know you.”

he groans at the nickname, knowing you're right. he never can say no to you. especially not when you're looking at him like that, with those damn eyes he spent years secretly adoring at. 

"this is a terrible idea.” he mumbles, shaking his head.

the room is clean and modern, with it’s price and vicinity it wasn’t too bad for a hotel room with a reasonable price. james locks the door behind the both of you, suddenly very aware of how alone you are with him. he watches you toss your bag on the bed, already unzipping your hoodie making his heart pound uncomfortably in his chest as he realizes this is really happening.

"so. what now?"  james leans back against the door, arms crossed defensively over his chest. his eyes lingering until you completely unzip your hoodie and pull it off, revealing a simple tank top underneath. he trace the curve of your shoulders, the exposed skin of your arms. you're really doing this with him.

“come’re,” you pout, eyes soft and coaxing, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

james pushes off from the door and walks towards you slowly, and when he reaches the bed, you grab his hand and pull him down beside you. 

"stop pouting," james says gruffly, "it's not fair.”

“don’t tell me you don’t like every second of this…” you grin, leaning a little closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. “doesn’t it make you excited?”

"yeah, incredibly excited about taking my best friend's virginity." he says sarcastically, but his hands move to your waist anyway. "you're an idiot for making me do this.”

"can you stop talking to me like a homie while i’m about to get naked for you?” 

like a soldier, he shuts up immediately, eyes widening slightly at the directness of your words. you're already pulling your tank top off over your head, revealing a simple black bra underneath. his hands tighten on your waist as he watches, his mouth going dry.

his hands slide from your waist up to your shoulders, helping you slide the tank top off. when it's gone, he just looks at your bare chest. you were too beautiful, that’s what he thought.

"y-you're staring.." you immediately tried to cover yourself in embarrassment.

james slaps himself mentally, realizing he's staring and quickly looks away, clearing his throat. 

"no, i’m not." he lies badly, as his reaches out and gently pulls your hands away from your chest, his voice softer now. “stop covering up. i’ve seen you in a bikini before.”

"b-but this is different.”

"yeah." he agrees quietly, his eyes tracing over your exposed skin. "it is." 

his thumbs brushing just under the swell of your breasts. he's memorizing this – the way you're blushing, the way you're trying to hide, the way you're trusting him with this. 

"you're shaking." james notes quietly.

"i'm nervous, james..” you admit.

"then we'll go slow." he whispers carefully, as he leans forward, his forehead resting against yours. "kook at me. breathe. it's just me, okay? your stupid best friend. you said you trust me, right?”

“i do, i trust you james.”

"good." his hands slide up from your waist to cup your face, thumbs brushing away the nervous lines around your eyes. 

james leans in and presses the softest kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips. every kiss was gentle and unhurried. 

"tell me if it hurts too much. we stop the second you say so.” he continues the slow, tender kisses, deepening them gradually. his hands roam gently over your body, learning the new landscape of exposed skin. and when his fingers find the clasp of your bra, he pauses, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. 

"okay?" he asks quietly, and when you nod, he unclasps it, helping you slide it off.

james tosses the bra aside and takes a moment to just look at you again, his expression filled with awe and something deeper. ever so slowly and reverently, james kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, lower still. when his lips finally make contact with your breast, you gasped – not just from the physical sensation but from the intimacy of it. this is james. your james. kissing you like you're his and he was yours. 

his hand slides between your bodies, making quick work of your jeans. james looks up at you as he pulls your jeans and panties down your legs, his hands gentle even as he's essentially undressing you completely. 

and when you're bare beneath him, he sits back on his heels, it was your first time seeing your best friend in a different light. that thought echoes in your head as you watch him stare at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. 

ah. james.

your goofy, sarcastic, loyal best friend for long damn years, is now kneeling at the foot of a hotel bed, looking at your naked body with something close to reverence. it's the most intimate moment of your life, and it's with him.

james leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. his hands gently spread your legs wider, and you feel his breath against your most intimate place. james looks up at you one last time, as if asking for permission, before he lowers his head and presses a gentle kiss there.

his tongue gently parts your folds, his movements slow and tentative as he explores. He’s never done this before with someone he cares so deeply about. His arms wrap around your thighs, holding you open to him as he tries to be gentle, as you let out your very first delicate moan.

to him, the sound is so innocent, so utterly you that something inside his chest twists painfully. james knows every noise you make, the snort when you laugh too hard, the grumble when you're tired, the content sigh when you're comfortable. but this? this soft, breathless moan of pleasure? that first sweet, innocent moan just makes him groan against your skin. 

james redoubles his efforts, his tongue flicking inside you gently before circling your clit. He learns what you like, the hitch in your breath, the way your hips buck against his face. he's giving you your very first oral, and he wants it the best experience for you.

your back arches off the bed as pleasure courses through you, you clutch at the sheets, fingers twisting in the fabric as you try to ground yourself. as james's name falls from your lips in gasps and moans you didn't know you could make. your legs shake around his head, threatening to close.

"james!" 

he feels your thighs tighten around his head as you cry out his name like you're falling apart, and maybe you are. but he doesn't stop, keeping his pace steady even as he feels you trembling on the edge. he feels you clench around nothing, your thighs trembling around his head as you come undone from just his mouth. he drinks every moan, every desperate cry of his name, keeping you riding through the waves until you collapse back against the sheets, panting heavily.

james crawls up beside you, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple. "hey, you're still here? how do you feel?"

"like I'm floating." you admit breathlessly.

his face melts into the stupid soft smile, the one you've only ever seen him make for you. "yeah?" james leans down and kisses your nose. "that's good, baby." 

baby.

you both freeze at the pet name,something he's never called you before.

"ah.. baby. i like that.”

a dark blush creeps up his neck at being caught, but he doesn't backpedal.

"yeah?" james murmurs, kissing you gently. "you like when I say baby?" 

his thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he looks down at you, completely naked and wrecked and smiling up at him like he was your everything. how could you not after that good pussy

“yes." you chuckled, a light, teasing laugh escaping you. “yet you’re the one blushing hard.”

"shut up." james huffs a laugh, leaning into your touch. but he's smiling, that stupid soft smile as he kisses your palm. "you made me nervous." he admits quietly, something he'd never say under normal circumstances. "i wanted it to be good for you.”

"i'm still gonna need a minute before... before the other part." he confesses, looking embarrassed. "you kinda got me worked up." he gestures vaguely to the obvious bulge in his pants.

“i know, and you did great,” you say softly, a small, proud smile tugging at your lips.

james, like a yearner he is to you, simply melts into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. 

"oh! i've never seen it hard before.”

he snorts at that, the ridiculousness of your honesty cutting through the tension. 

"you're really gonna say it like that?" but there's a flush creeping up his chest as he reaches for the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs. "here. take a good look then, since you've waited so long.”

his face turns beet red as he pushes his pants down, revealing himself fully erect. it's bigger than you expected, thick and long, veins bulging along the sides. james looks almost embarrassed, covering himself with his hands.

"see anything you like?”

"why do you look so embarrassed!" you looked up at him, laughing softly at him.

james groans, running a hand over his face. "because you're just... looking at it! i know it’s your first time, but-” his voice cracks slightly, which makes him wince at himself. "can you please not laugh? i'm trying to be sexy here.”

"my bad, my bad." you stopped laughing, "are you asking me to suck it?”

james freezes, "what? no. yes. maybe. fuck, you're making me stupid. only if you want to. don't feel like you have to just because…”

“guide me, okay? i wanna make you feel good too,” you murmur, your voice soft but eager, the weight of sincerity in your words making him pause for just a moment.

"just... go at your own pace. if it feels weird or you wanna stop, just tap my thigh. aight?”

"okay.”

he watches as you scoot closer, his heart racing. you wrap a small, delicate hand around the base of his length and he almost feel like he’s gonna cum from that touch alone. when you lean down and press a soft kiss to the tip, he has to bite his lip to hold back a loud groan. his dick twitches at the sight of your small form kneeling between his legs. james watches you intently, his length jerking slightly as you run a tentative hand along his shaft. 

you wrap your hand around him experimentally, pumping gently like you've seen in porn. it's bigger than your hand, hot and hard and slightly damp at the tip. james's hips twitch involuntarily. he has such a pretty cock.

"like this?”

james nods, panting. "yeah, that's... that's good." his eyes roll back slightly as you stroke him, your small hand looking so delicate against his thick cock. he’s trying not to hip thrust too much, not wanting to be a dick. when you lean forward and lick a stripe up the underside, he actually yelps. "fuck!”

you explored his dick with your mouth like it's the most fascinating thing you've ever seen, you're taking your time, learning what makes him gasp and twitch. the head is sensitive, the ridge beneath it makes him curse when you suck it.

and you just love it when james curses.

his thighs tighten as you suck him deep, his length disappearing into your innocent little mouth. he’s never felt anything so perfect. you take him deeper, your lips stretched around him. his hands hover near your head, not wanting to push but desperate to guide. 

when he hits the back of your throat, you gag softly, the sound vibrating around his cock.

"fuuuck—take a breath, baby, that's enough." but you keep going.

he tangles his fingers in your hair loosely, just enough to let you know he's there.

"baby, i'm not gonna last—" his hips stuttered. "you gotta–" 

but then you look up at him with big innocent eyes, tongue swirling around his tip, and he's a goner.

his head falls back as he comes with a low moan, spilling down your throat. his grip on your hair tightens, holding you there as he pulses through his orgasm. when he finally releases you, you pull off with a gasp, a little string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick.

"holy shit.”

james was still panting heavily, his chest heaving as he looks down at you with wide eyes. and you're just kneeling down there, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand like you didn't just deepthroat him so good. 

"come here.” james demands hoarsely as he pulls you up by your arms and drags you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"you just.. i can't even think right now." he buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. "you're so fucking good at that.”

you chuckled, shifting a little as you adjusted your position closer to him. “how’s my first blow job?” you asked, trying to sound confident but clearly a little shy.

james laughed at you softly, the sound muffled against your skin.

"the best fucking blow job i’ve ever had," he admits. "you're a natural. a sweet, innocent-looking natural who just ruined me for all future blow jobs." james kisses your neck gently.

"too bad for you.”

"don't tease me, you little shit." his arms tightening around you as he says it so playfully.

his softening dick is still nestled between your thighs, sticky with his own cum. instead of being grossed out, you just shift comfortably, making him groan. 

"you're sitting on my dick like it's nothing." he complains good-naturedly.

"oh sorry.” you muttered, slowly trying to pull away.

but he caught your waist to keep you from moving.

"i didn't say get off. just... pointing out how cute you are sitting there like you own me." He kisses your jaw. "and besides, i think we're both far from done here. you still wanna... continue? if you're still comfortable.”

"oh im going all out, you know i'm not a quitter." you exclaimed persistently.

“oh? that's my girl." james murmurs, the pet name slipping out again. as james kisses you deeply, hand sliding down to cup your ass. "you really wanna do it now? before i get sensitive?" james was already half-hard again, proving his point.

“yes, james. i’m sure.” he rolls you off his lap, "then stay right there." he commands, rummaging through the drawer for a new condom. 

"you're really gonna rodeo cowboy me, huh?" james tears the wrapper open with his teeth, rolling the condom on quickly. “gonna ride me like a cowgirl?" 

"m’kay horsey.” you teased.

he laughs loudly, and annoyed look plastered on his face with your poorly timed joke, he lays back, his dick standing up against his stomach, already getting harder. 

"come on, you little fucking virgin.” he says so crudely as a comeback.

you fought a snort from your mouth as he watches you climb over him, your small form straddling his waist. he wraps his arms around your waist possessively as you sit there, his dick sandwiched between you. 

you gazed at him ever so curiously, your hair falling around your shoulders like a curtain.

james swallows hard, he's never seen anything sexier than you sitting there on his lap, about to take him inside your tight little pussy for the first time. 

james lifts you up slightly, positioning himself at your entrance. "baby... go slow okay?” he warns you.

his warning was out of your mind as you bit your lip while slowly lowering yourself onto him, your face immediately scrunching up slightly as he starts to stretch you open. james is sooo big, and long, and thick. so he knows it's gonna hurt like a bitch. 

"h-hurts like hell!”

james tried not to laugh at your adorable reaction. he knows it's not funny, cause you're literally impaled on his massive dick, your eyes watering with the pain. james pulls you down for a kiss, his hands squeezing your hips gently, maybe a little mental support would work on ya.

“there's my girl... you're doing sooo good.”

you whimpered as you finally sit down fully on him, his entire length buried inside you. james can feel your virginity breaking around him, and it makes him insane. he kisses you so deeply to distract you from the pain. "shh y/n... just breathe…”

you smacked his chest out of the blue, the sudden smack makes him laugh unexpectedly, breaking the serious moment. your little fist hitting his pec surprises him so much, he actually lifts his hips slightly, making you gasp.

"did you just hit me?" james asks with a grin, even though it didn't hurt.*

"you were supposed to warn me you're too big for me!”

"you're literally the one who said 'go all out.' and for the record, i did!" james argues as he deliciously thrusts up slowly, watching your face scrunch up adorably while you’re distracted. "and besides, that's the idea. you take what i give you, baby." 

he leans up to kiss your pouty lips, swallowing your sweet gasps and moans.

"already feeling better?" he mocks you when you were out of spiteful comebacks, his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles while he keeps you pinned on him, waiting for you to adjust.

after a few more attempts on james trying to make it feel better for you, you slowly start rolling your hips, adjusting to his size. the painful stretch transforms into a full delicious pressure building in your belly.

"awww! it feels so good!" you cried in delight.

james saw you lose your inhibitions completely, riding him wildly with no shame. your tits bounce beautifully, your hair flies everywhere, and the sounds you make are music to his ears—whimpers, moans, gasps. he grips your thighs tightly. "fuck yes…”

your inner walls tighten rhythmically around his dick with each bounce, pulling him deeper inside you. the wet sounds of your coupling fill the room, with your wet pussy slipping up and down his massive length. james realizes you're not quiet during sex; you're actually quite loud and expressive.

it turns him on so much.

james flips you suddenly, surprising you with a yelp as you land on your back with him on top. "my turn," he growls, pushing your knees to your shoulders and slamming back into you without warning. 

"you're so fucking loud, baby. love it." his hips snap fast against yours now, the wet slapping sound filling the room. 

james pounds into you relentlessly, your legs wrapped around his waist as your high-pitched moans fill his ears. he's never been with someone who sounds so genuinely blissed out, you were purely overwhelmed with pleasure.

"that's it. all messy sounds and fucked out face, so fucking hot.” 

your legs are shaking, your toes curling as he rams into you at different angles. one particularly deep thrust makes you scream out his name, your back arching off the bed. james finds that spot deep inside you and just... stays there, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

"there," he pants. "right there?”

"mhm yeaaa!!” you mewled, a gentle, serene smile lighting up your face as a wave of pure contentment washed over you.

james chuckles at your adorableness being fucked stupid, his hand smacking your ass playfully. "this little slut just found her g-spot." he teases, but the look in his eyes is pure in satisfaction. 

with the newly found information, james starts fucking you deliberately now, hitting that spot over and over, watching your eyes roll back.

your moans just got more desperate. he leans down, capturing your mouth in a sloppy kiss while his hips never stop. "you close, baby?" he asks against your lips, his thrusts becoming messier, needier. "you gonna cum on my dick like bitch on heat?" 

your walls start fluttering around him, "i wanna cum with you james." you clung into him like a vice.

his eyes soften at the unexpected sentiment. the way you were clinging to him like he's your whole world, wanting to share the moment with him. james decided to slows his thrusts, making them deeper, more meaningful.

"yes, baby. yesss." he kisses you through it. "together. i’m close too." 

james buries his face in your neck, his body tensing as he starts to cum inside you. the feeling of his hot seed filling you up sends you over the edge too, and you clench around him tightly as you orgasm together. he keeps thrusting shallowly, milking both of your orgasms for all it’s worth.

he took it as a chance and kissed you deeply once again, his tongue swallowing your cries of pleasure as you both ride out your orgasms. when you're both finally spent, he collapses on top of you gently, his softening dick still inside you. as you wrap your legs around him, not wanting him to pull out.

"mhm so good..” you whined.

"you liked that?"

"yes." you smiled at him contentedly and james catches that look in your eyes, that grateful adoring gaze, and something warm settles in his chest. he props himself up on his elbows, his dick slipping out of you with a wet sound. he doesn't mind it, just pulls you closer, kissing your forehead lazily.

james smiles down at you, brushing your hair out of your face. you look so cute and well-fucked by him with your cheeks flushed and your lips swollen from kissing. he can't help but lean down and kiss you again, and again.

meanwhile you were just lying there, accepting all his love and adoration, even if the both of you were naked and sweating, your bodies sticky with dried cum and pussy juices. 

james pulls you into his chest, your small frame fitting perfectly against his larger one. his hand rubs lazy circles on your back. you can hear the faint sound of rain hitting the window now. 

"thank you for... letting me be your first.”

@kiswritting (his no.1 slave)

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When you say it, he tugs you away from him by your neck, not harsh or rough at all but rather in the way that everything he does has an air of dominance. He stares at you with hardened features, his attempt to appear stern betrayed only slightly by his kiss-swollen lips and cherry red cheeks, and yet you’re not afraid to persist.

“I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret,” he says, so soft and low that he could lull you to sleep.

“It’s fine, Cheol. It won’t even count because you’re not putting it inside,” you say with a shrug and a grin.

Seungcheol has never felt so torn in his life. He wants to build up tension slowly with you until you trust him, until you’re certain that you’re ready to go all the way with him, to take the next step and bare yourself to him. Saying no to you is impossible though, especially when you make him want to give you the entire world. He’s also so, so hard, and his only options are to give in to you or jerk himself off in the bathroom alone.

His thumb traces over your bottom lip, his boner growing worse from the soft suppleness of it, from the batting of your lashes, from the carnal gleam in your eyes. Fuck it, he thinks. You’re the one who wanted it in the first place, anyway.

“Alright,” he says, and he already sounds out of breath, like the mere thought of your hand around him is enough to make him lose his mind. (It is.)

He starts to shift beneath you, simultaneously grasping your waist to reposition you ever so slightly as he pulls his sweats a few inches down his hips while your ardent fingers help him along. “But the second you wanna stop, we stop, okay?”

“Not gonna wanna stop,” you say, humming. Seungcheol pauses and stares at you, unamused. It makes you roll your eyes. “God, okay, I’ll tell you if I wanna stop. Now can I touch your dick, please?”

He narrows his eyes at you in faux doubt, only to wink at you and finally push his boxers down enough to let his cock spring free.

You feel your insides literally warm at the sight of it. It’s darkened pink, veiny, long, and girthier than anything you’ve ever seen. How can you not think about how it would feel inside you, stretching you out? Because God knows it would stretch you out. You’re pretty sure you’ll need several weeks of foreplay for him to fit.

“Cheol, you’re huge…” you say before you can stop yourself, growing suddenly timid.

“Good thing I’m not putting it inside then, hm?” says Seungcheol, chuckling a little.

He notices the shift in your eyes—it’s not hesitation, you’re just stunned. His hand soothes up and down your back, a silent reminder to take your time. For a split second his heart drops when he thinks maybe you’ve changed your mind about this, about him, and then your hand reaches for his length.

“Can I?” you ask. So polite, as if you’ve never done anything like this before. It makes Seungcheol want to smother you with kisses.

“Please,” he replies, only hoping it’s not too desperate.

The relief when your fingers finally grasp him makes Seungcheol’s shoulder sag, and he finds himself sinking further into the couch when your thumb swirls over his reddened cockhead. Beads of precum drool from his slit and you smear them all over his tip, smirking softly when Seungcheol’s breath hitches in his throat.

With your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from making an embarrassing noise, you start to pump his member slowly. You drool at the heaviness of it, at the way your fingers don’t touch as they wrap around him, at Seungcheol’s tiny noises as he inhales and exhales.

“Think you could spit on it for me?” he asks and his voice has dropped about three octaves now. He’s careful with his words, wanting nothing but for you to do things on your own accord.

He has to stop himself from cumming on the spot when you give a nod and a sweet smile before bending forward to let a dollop of spit drop from your pretty lips and land perfectly on his tip.

“Show me how you like it, Cheol,” you say. His heart skips several beats and he wishes he could record your words and listen to them again and again. Fuck, you’re perfect. He already knew that, knew it after about two weeks of knowing you, but you just keep affirming it for him and he wonders if you know your effect on him.

Seungcheol’s hand is warm as it engulfs yours. His grip is much tighter—painful even, you would think, but as he starts guiding your hand up and down with vigour, he throws his head back and moans, and you can’t help the way your pussy aches at the sound.

He shows you exactly how he likes it: tight, and with a flick of the wrist to swirl around his tip.

“God, fuck, baby, that’s it,” he grunts and bucks his hips into your hand.

Heat creeps up the back of your neck. There’s a dash of timidness you get from being this intimate with Seungcheol for the first time, although it’s not even you who’s exposed, and then there’s desire. Wild, burning lust. He’s the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and he’s falling apart in your hands.

“Your cock’s so pretty, Cheollie,” you say. His already dark eyes have grown impossibly darker, riddled with want as they flicker between your intertwined fingers around his cock, and your face. “Can’t wait to have it in my mouth.”

“F-fuck, didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, pretty girl,” he moans, quickening your pace. His precum leaks all over your fingers, so wet that there’s an audible slick sound with every pump up and down.

“Only for you,” you say, and your gaze falls to his glistening lips, and you’re moving absentmindedly towards them until you’re kissing him. It’s even messier than before, more breathless, like neither of you are holding back your wanting anymore. Your tongue licks against his shamelessly. You’re hungry for him. He settles a hand at the nape of your neck, drawing you closer to him so that he can kiss you so hard your head starts to spin.

You’re not sure when you’d started grinding on him again, rutting your crotch over his hard thigh like a dog, but you can’t find it in yourself to feel ashamed of yourself when Seungcheol’s chest is starting to heave, his moans are growing more frequent, and his cock is throbbing against your hand.

“You’re twitching, Cheol. Are you gonna cum?” you tease, your cunt fluttering.

“Yeah, ’m close,” he says through gritted teeth.

And he’s certainly honest, because a few more strokes and he’s giving a deep, guttural groan and cumming in thick, milky white spurts all over his hoodie. His blissed out face is a sight to behold, although he doesn’t let you do so in favour of pulling you in for another kiss, one that’s soft and chaste this time.

Choi Seungcheol’s duality will kill you one day.

“Did so good for me, baby, thank you,” he says, giving you his sugary smile. “I’m gonna go… uh, change real quick and then I’ll return the favour, yeah?”

“Wh- return the favour? But- that- I wanted to help you out, though, so it’s fine!” you stutter, and he’s already plucked you off his lap like you’re weightless and stood up to his feet.

“y/n—” he started, his voice already shaky, but you cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“shh,” you whispered, leaning down so your mouth was right next to his ear. “you don’t wanna wake anyone up, do you?”

his whole body tensed under you, and you felt his cock twitch against you through his briefs. “n-no.”

you grinned, your hips grinding down against him just enough to make him gasp. “then be a good boy and stay quiet for me, yeah?”

he nodded frantically, his hands flying to your hips, gripping tight like you leaned back, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere on the floor, and mingyu’s eyes went wide, his lips parting like he couldn’t believe his luck.

“eyes up here,” you teased, and he snapped his gaze back to yours, his cheeks flushing pink.

you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down just enough to free him, and his cock sprang up, already leaking, so pretty you couldn’t help but run your fingers over the tip.

“fuck,” he hissed, his head falling back against the pillow.

“what did i just say?” you said, smirking as you lined him up with your entrance.

“sorry,” he whispered, biting his lip to keep himself quiet.

you sank down on him slowly, biting back your own moan at how good he felt stretching you out. mingyu’s hands gripped your hips even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, and you could see how hard he was trying to hold back. “gyu,” you whispered, leaning down so your lips brushed against his ear. “you’re so good for me. so fucking good.”

his breath hitched, his eyes squeezing shut as you started to move, rolling your hips in slow circles.

he let out a tiny whimper, and you immediately clamped your hand over his mouth. “shh..!” you said again, your voice a little sharper this time. “you can’t be loud.”

he nodded under your hand, his eyes wide and desperate, and you couldn’t resist teasing him just a little more. you slipped two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, and his lips closed around them automatically, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked.

“good boy,” you murmured, your hips moving faster now, and mingyu let out a muffled moan around your fingers.

his hands slid up your sides, one of them cupping your breast while the other tangled in your hair, and you knew he was close, his body trembling under you.

“you gonna cum for me?” you whispered, your voice low and breathy.

he nodded frantically, his hips bucking up into you, and you could feel yourself getting closer too, the coil in your stomach tightening with every ride.

“that’s it,” you said, your voice breaking as you started to lose control. “be good and cum for me, gyu.”

When you say it, he tugs you away from him by your neck, not harsh or rough at all but rather in the way that everything he does has an air of dominance. He stares at you with hardened features, his attempt to appear stern betrayed only slightly by his kiss-swollen lips and cherry red cheeks, and yet you’re not afraid to persist.

“I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret,” he says, so soft and low that he could lull you to sleep.

“It’s fine, Cheol. It won’t even count because you’re not putting it inside,” you say with a shrug and a grin.

Seungcheol has never felt so torn in his life. He wants to build up tension slowly with you until you trust him, until you’re certain that you’re ready to go all the way with him, to take the next step and bare yourself to him. Saying no to you is impossible though, especially when you make him want to give you the entire world. He’s also so, so hard, and his only options are to give in to you or jerk himself off in the bathroom alone.

His thumb traces over your bottom lip, his boner growing worse from the soft suppleness of it, from the batting of your lashes, from the carnal gleam in your eyes. Fuck it, he thinks. You’re the one who wanted it in the first place, anyway.

“Alright,” he says, and he already sounds out of breath, like the mere thought of your hand around him is enough to make him lose his mind. (It is.)

He starts to shift beneath you, simultaneously grasping your waist to reposition you ever so slightly as he pulls his sweats a few inches down his hips while your ardent fingers help him along. “But the second you wanna stop, we stop, okay?”

“Not gonna wanna stop,” you say, humming. Seungcheol pauses and stares at you, unamused. It makes you roll your eyes. “God, okay, I’ll tell you if I wanna stop. Now can I touch your dick, please?”

He narrows his eyes at you in faux doubt, only to wink at you and finally push his boxers down enough to let his cock spring free.

You feel your insides literally warm at the sight of it. It’s darkened pink, veiny, long, and girthier than anything you’ve ever seen. How can you not think about how it would feel inside you, stretching you out? Because God knows it would stretch you out. You’re pretty sure you’ll need several weeks of foreplay for him to fit.

“Cheol, you’re huge…” you say before you can stop yourself, growing suddenly timid.

“Good thing I’m not putting it inside then, hm?” says Seungcheol, chuckling a little.

He notices the shift in your eyes—it’s not hesitation, you’re just stunned. His hand soothes up and down your back, a silent reminder to take your time. For a split second his heart drops when he thinks maybe you’ve changed your mind about this, about him, and then your hand reaches for his length.

“Can I?” you ask. So polite, as if you’ve never done anything like this before. It makes Seungcheol want to smother you with kisses.

“Please,” he replies, only hoping it’s not too desperate.

The relief when your fingers finally grasp him makes Seungcheol’s shoulder sag, and he finds himself sinking further into the couch when your thumb swirls over his reddened cockhead. Beads of precum drool from his slit and you smear them all over his tip, smirking softly when Seungcheol’s breath hitches in his throat.

With your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from making an embarrassing noise, you start to pump his member slowly. You drool at the heaviness of it, at the way your fingers don’t touch as they wrap around him, at Seungcheol’s tiny noises as he inhales and exhales.

“Think you could spit on it for me?” he asks and his voice has dropped about three octaves now. He’s careful with his words, wanting nothing but for you to do things on your own accord.

He has to stop himself from cumming on the spot when you give a nod and a sweet smile before bending forward to let a dollop of spit drop from your pretty lips and land perfectly on his tip.

“Show me how you like it, Cheol,” you say. His heart skips several beats and he wishes he could record your words and listen to them again and again. Fuck, you’re perfect. He already knew that, knew it after about two weeks of knowing you, but you just keep affirming it for him and he wonders if you know your effect on him.

Seungcheol’s hand is warm as it engulfs yours. His grip is much tighter—painful even, you would think, but as he starts guiding your hand up and down with vigour, he throws his head back and moans, and you can’t help the way your pussy aches at the sound.

He shows you exactly how he likes it: tight, and with a flick of the wrist to swirl around his tip.

“God, fuck, baby, that’s it,” he grunts and bucks his hips into your hand.

Heat creeps up the back of your neck. There’s a dash of timidness you get from being this intimate with Seungcheol for the first time, although it’s not even you who’s exposed, and then there’s desire. Wild, burning lust. He’s the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and he’s falling apart in your hands.

“Your cock’s so pretty, Cheollie,” you say. His already dark eyes have grown impossibly darker, riddled with want as they flicker between your intertwined fingers around his cock, and your face. “Can’t wait to have it in my mouth.”

“F-fuck, didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, pretty girl,” he moans, quickening your pace. His precum leaks all over your fingers, so wet that there’s an audible slick sound with every pump up and down.

“Only for you,” you say, and your gaze falls to his glistening lips, and you’re moving absentmindedly towards them until you’re kissing him. It’s even messier than before, more breathless, like neither of you are holding back your wanting anymore. Your tongue licks against his shamelessly. You’re hungry for him. He settles a hand at the nape of your neck, drawing you closer to him so that he can kiss you so hard your head starts to spin.

You’re not sure when you’d started grinding on him again, rutting your crotch over his hard thigh like a dog, but you can’t find it in yourself to feel ashamed of yourself when Seungcheol’s chest is starting to heave, his moans are growing more frequent, and his cock is throbbing against your hand.

“You’re twitching, Cheol. Are you gonna cum?” you tease, your cunt fluttering.

“Yeah, ’m close,” he says through gritted teeth.

And he’s certainly honest, because a few more strokes and he’s giving a deep, guttural groan and cumming in thick, milky white spurts all over his hoodie. His blissed out face is a sight to behold, although he doesn’t let you do so in favour of pulling you in for another kiss, one that’s soft and chaste this time.

Choi Seungcheol’s duality will kill you one day.

“Did so good for me, baby, thank you,” he says, giving you his sugary smile. “I’m gonna go… uh, change real quick and then I’ll return the favour, yeah?”

“Wh- return the favour? But- that- I wanted to help you out, though, so it’s fine!” you stutter, and he’s already plucked you off his lap like you’re weightless and stood up to his feet.

he hums, his chin resting on your shoulder, and you feel his hands slowly start to wander. it’s innocent at first, his fingers tracing little patterns on your thighs, but then one of his hands starts sliding up.

“cheol,” you say softly, not even looking up.

“hmm?” he replies, his voice all sweet and casual, like he’s not already halfway to breaking the unspoken no-touchy rule you’ve set for nights like this.

“don’t,” you mumble, but there’s no heat behind it, and you both know it.

his hand pauses for like, half a second before continuing its journey. his fingers sneak under the hem of your shorts, brushing against the bare skin beneath. you squirm a little, your legs pressing together instinctively, but all that does is trap his hand where it is.

“you’re not stopping me,” he teases, his voice low in your ear, and you feel his smirk more than you see it.

“cheol, seriously—”

and then he moves. his legs come up, wrapping around yours and locking them in place, spreading you open in a way that makes you gasp.

“cheol!”

“what?” he says, feigning innocence as his fingers dip between your legs, finding exactly what he’s looking for. “you’re not stopping me,” he repeats, his tone teasing but firm, like he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

your breath hitches as his fingers start to move, tracing over the thin fabric of your shorts like he’s testing how far he can push you. you let out a shaky little “stop,” but it’s half-hearted at best, and you’re pretty sure he knows it.

“stop?” he echoes, his voice dripping sweetness. “you don’t sound like you want me to stop.”

“i do,” you tease weakly, but the way your hips tilt up to meet his hand completely betrays you.

“sure you do,” he murmurs, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts now, brushing against your bare skin. “you’re so convincing, baby.”

you let out a soft whimper as he finds your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make your head fall back against his shoulder.

“cheol—”

“shh,” he soothes, his lips brushing against your ear. “just let me take care of you, okay? you’ve had a long day. you deserve this.”

your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan low in your ear, the sound shooting straight to your core. your lips hover near his ear, and you gasp when his fingers slide inside you, the wet, obscene noises filling the space between your breaths.

schlk—schlk—schlk

every slide is unrelenting, curling and hitting that spot, making tears flood your eyes. his cock is rock hard, pressing right against your ass, and you can feel him twitch through the fabric of his sweats.

“fuck, baby, squeezing my fingers like this. you missed me, hm?”

you let out a choked moan, your hips tilting to meet his thrusts, but he keeps you pinned, his legs still locking yours open.

“you’re dripping all over my hand...listen,”

your back arches further, your face finding his neck as your cheeks flush with embarassment, his free hand snakes up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“you wanna cum? hm? answer me,” he taunts, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “i can feel it, the way you’re clenching. but i don’t know if you deserve it yet.”

“cheol—!”

“hmm?” he hums, adding another finger, making your walls flutter around him. “use your words, baby. beg for it. tell me how bad you need me to make you come.”

you shake your head, too stubborn to give him the satisfaction, but then he shifts his hand, his thumb pressing against your clit just right, and you unravel.

“please!” you gasp, your voice cracking as your nails dig into his scalp.

“that’s my girl,” he growls, his hips rocking against you, his cock throbbing against your ass like he’s holding back just as much as you are.

his fingers work you faster, the wet noises getting louder, more vulgar, and your moans turn into broken cries. “such a good girl,” he coos, though his tone is still dripping with teasing. “but fuck, you’re so easy to ruin, aren’t you? just a little fingering, and you’re falling apart on me.”

his words push you closer, every filthy syllable lighting you up, until your body tenses and you cum around his fingers, the schelching present until you melt on his chest.

“that’s it, my baby...make a mess for me. let me feel you.”

you pump him slow, so slow it’s borderline cruel, and his thighs twitch like he’s gonna lose his mind. his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, brows furrowed like he’s fighting not to explode too soon. but mingyu’s always been a lightweight when it comes to you, and the way his cock jerks in your hand tells you he’s so close.

you wait until his breathing gets erratic, his hips stuttering, his whole body tightening like a rubber band about to snap... and then?

you pull your hand away.

“wha—wait, no! what the hell?!” mingyu chokes out, his voice cracking, his head snapping up to look at you. his eyes are wild, his cock twitching helplessly, and you almost laugh at the mere betrayal on his face.

“aww,” you pout, not even trying to hide the mockery in your tone. “poor baby.” and then, just to drive the point home, you slide your hand down between your own thighs, your fingers disappearing where you know he wants to be.

“no, no, no—” he starts, but the word cuts off with a strangled groan when you start fingering yourself right in front of him. the wet, filthy sounds fill the room, and mingyu’s eyes are locked on your hand, his cock twitching like it’s physically pained by the sight.

“this is your fault,” you say, your voice breathy. “if you weren’t so greedy, maybe i’d let you finish.” you drag your fingers out, glistening with slick, and hold them up for him to see. “guess i’m having all the fun.”

mingyu thrashes against the restraints, whining, “please, i’ll be good, i’ll do anything—”

“anything?” you raise an eyebrow, and his nod is so desperate it’s almost funny, his eyes big, and his eyebrow knit together. “hmm. maybe next time,” you hum, slipping your fingers back inside yourself with a soft moan.

"Yes, Chan," you breathed, a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through you. Chan grinned up at you, his hands tightening on your hips as he guided you up towards his face.

"That's what I like to hear," he said, his breath hot against your inner thigh. Chan wasted no time, his mouth latching onto your center with a hungry groan. He licked and sucked at you eagerly, his tongue delving deep into your folds as he sought out every sensitive spot. He was skilled with his mouth, his movements precise and calculated as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh god, Chan," you gasped, your fingers threading through his hair as you rocked your hips against his face. Chan looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth. He loved the way you looked when you were on top of him like this, your body writhing in pleasure under his touch.

Chan held your thighs tightly, keeping you in place as he continued to work his magic with his mouth. His grip was firm, ensuring that you couldn't move away from him as he licked and sucked at your sensitive flesh. He could feel you starting to tremble, and he knew you were close to the edge. He doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking over your clit with just the right amount of pressure. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as you felt the tension building inside you. Chan could sense that you were about to come, and he wasn't going to let up until you did.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he applied just the right amount of pressure. At the same time, his hands slid up to grip your ass, pulling you even closer to his face. You cried out as you finally reached your peak, your body trembling and shaking as your orgasm crashed over you. Chan held you tightly, his mouth still on you as he continued to lick and suck you through your climax. He only pulled away when you were spent, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. He looked up at you with a smirk, clearly pleased with himself.

"Lift your hips a bit," Chan said, his voice hoarse from his efforts. He guided you into position, his hands still on your hips as you lifted yourself up slightly. Chan didn't waste any time before he slid two fingers inside you, the digits easily slipping in due to how wet you were. He started to pump them in and out of you, his pace slow but deliberate.

"Ch-Chan," you gasped, your body still sensitive from your orgasm. Chan chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you.

"You're still so tight," he murmured, his fingers continuing to work inside you. Chan continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, his movements slow and steady. But every so often, he would flick his thumb over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

With each flick of his thumb, you could feel your body responding again, the pleasure building once more. You moaned and squirmed, trying to grind down against his hand for more stimulation. Chan couldn't resist tasting you again, his tongue darting out to lick your clit as he continued to work his fingers inside you. He lapped at you eagerly, his tongue flicking back and forth across the sensitive bundle of nerves. You were a moaning mess now, your body writhing and arching under his touch. You could feel another orgasm building, the pleasure growing more and more intense with each passing moment.

Chan could tell you were close again, and he redoubled his efforts, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring you over the edge once more. Chan groaned as he felt you begin to clench around his fingers, knowing that you were about to come again. He continued to lap at your clit, his face now covered in a mix of your arousal and his own saliva. He didn't care though, too caught up in the moment and the sounds you were making to worry about anything else.

"Please, please don't stop," you begged, your voice desperate and needy. "I'm so close, Chan." You're feeling overwhelmed with pleasure, your body trembling and shaking as Chan brings you closer and closer to your second orgasm. The sensations are intense, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge, desperate for release. Chan could sense your desperation, and he picked up the pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster and harder. His mouth was relentless on your clit, sucking and licking with a single-minded focus.

"Let go," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me again." You let out a scream as you finally reach your peak, your body spasming and convulsing as the waves of pleasure wash over you. Chan doesn't let up, continuing to work you through your orgasm until you're completely spent. As the last waves of pleasure subside, Chan slaps your ass playfully and looks up at you with a smirk.

"Ride me," he says, his voice thick with desire. "Now."

"W-what?" you gasp, your mind still hazy from the intense orgasm. Chan chuckles at your reaction, clearly enjoying the fact that he's caught you off guard.

"You heard me," he says, his hands still on your hips. "Get on top and ride me. I want to feel you." You hesitate for a moment, your legs still shaky from your orgasm. But the look in Chan's eyes is too tempting to resist, and you find yourself slowly lifting yourself off of him. As you move, Chan scoots himself up so that he's lying flat on his back, his eyes never leaving yours. You straddle Chan's hips, your body hovering just above his. He looks up at you, his hands moving to grip your waist as he watches you with hungry eyes.

"Come on, baby," he urges, his voice rough with need. "Take what you want." You lower yourself onto him, feeling his hard length slide inside you. You both let out a moan as he fills you, the sensation making you shiver.

Chan's hands tighten on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggles to hold himself back from thrusting up into you. You start to move, slowly at first, but soon picking up speed as the pleasure builds once again. You rock your hips against him, grinding down onto his cock as you chase your own pleasure. Chan watches you with a mix of awe and desire, his eyes roaming over your body as you ride him senseless.

"Ahh, you feel so good," you moan, your body sensitive from your previous orgasms. Chan grunts in response, his grip on your hips tightening as he feels you clench around him.

"So tight," he gasps out, his voice strained. "You're so perfect, baby." Chan notices the tiredness in your whimper, and he can tell that you're reaching your limit. He sits up, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "You've done so well for me, baby." Chan holds you close as he begins to thrust up into you, his hips moving with a frenzied energy. He buries his face in your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there as he drives himself deeper and deeper into you.

Your screams of pleasure mix with your tears as Chan continues to pound into you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He holds you tighter, whispering words of praise and encouragement in your ear as he brings you to the brink of ecstasy once again. Chan feels the wetness between your legs, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. The sight of you soaking wet and dripping down his thighs only serves to turn him on even more, and he lets out a low groan.

"Fuck, baby," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "You're so wet for me." Chan can feel his own orgasm building, the way you're clenching around him pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He starts to lose his rhythm, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release.

"I'm close," he gasps out, his face buried in your neck. "I'm so close, baby."

"I'm going to fill you up," he growls, his teeth grazing against your skin. "You're going to be so full of me, baby.” Chan's words send a shiver down your spine, and you feel your body tensing up in anticipation of his release. He can feel it too, and he gives a few more hard, deep thrusts before he finally lets go.

With a loud groan, he buries himself deep inside you and comes, his cock pulsing as he spills himself inside you. You cry out as you feel him fill you up, the sensation sending you over the edge as well. Your body convulses against his, another orgasm crashing over you as he continues to spill inside you. You both collapse against each other, panting and sweaty from the intensity of your lovemaking. Chan holds you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he catches his breath.

"God, you're incredible," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Chan smirks as he pulls back to look at you, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Right, so the semester end project will be a group project.” Your professor says as the whole class sighs in disappointment and annoyance.

“I know you all don’t like these group projects, but it’s compulsory guys, it’s worth 30% of your final grade. If it’s any consolation, I requested the dean to let it be done in pairs, so be a little grateful, I don’t want anyone coming up to me after class asking to change partners.”

Great. The only thing you hated more than group projects were the ones done in pairs. In spite of all the arguments in groups, atleast you didn’t have to do any work if you didn’t feel like it. But now not only will there be conflicts with your partner, but you’ll have to do half the work too. Just great.

“Y/n? miss y/n?” your professor calls pulling you out of your zoned out state as you raise your hand in confusion.

“You’ll be partnered with Mr. Chan.”

Oh. This was going to be fun. Not only was Chan really REALLY good at studies, but also so cute. You first met him just on the second day of class, when you asked him for a pencil because being klutz you are, you had forgotten you had that class that day and had practically rolled off your bed as your roommate woke you up minutes before it started, reaching a bit late and resulting in your professor scolding you. Chan had coyly given you the pencil, later passing you a note in the middle of the class written “you can ask me later if you have any doubts about what was taught before you arrived as you were a bit late :)”. Oh, he was so cute.

That was how your friendship started, though you never talked much outside of class- other than the occasional times he replied to your story or liked it, you and him were mostly formal with each other, never crossing the boundary of “classmates.”

Sometimes you would ask him for his notes, and being the nice guy he is, he would send the snapshots in a second. You would later leave an iced americano on his usual seat, as a gesture of thankfulness; and a note along with it. Sometimes when the professor’s voice cracked in the middle of the lecture, your eyes would find his- giving each other a slight smile.

It was always quick glances, polite words, and soft smiles, because you both never seemed to take it further. But you were tired now, tired of pretending you didn’t picture his face squished under your thighs, glasses all fogged up and your slick dripping down his chin. Tired of acting like you didn’t violate your poor pillow every other night imagining how he would sound with him in your throat.

Was he a head pusher? Or someone that just begged you to let him come? Would he let you tie him up? Or would he want to tie YOU up? you were sick of acting like he didn’t get you so so wet when he answered a question in class and fixed his glasses, and you had a plan to change that.

As the class ends, you see him coming up to you.

“Should we work at the library at 6 today? I’ll get us some coffee and snacks to eat while we work!” he says with a small smile on his face.

You could agree to the library at 6, after all he has pitched it so sweetly, but there is a devil on your shoulder that is actually so evil, because you hear a voice in your head saying no way you’re meeting him in a public place for the things you want to do with him.

“I’m a bit busy at 6 Chan, I-”

“Dino! You can call me dino too. All my friends usually call me that.” He says shyly.

You smile sweetly. “I’m a bit busy at 6 dino, I have my shift at the café.” You say pouting at him. They are blatant lies. You do not have your shift at the café today because it is closed, something about the owner being at a wedding, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“You can come over to my place at 10 if it’s okay with you? I doubt the library will be open till the time I get off work.” You feel a bit bad, but you’re just inviting him over because it’s more comfortable at home, right? Yeah! Nothing needs to happen just because you’ll be alone with him. (You are lying to yourself at this point because there is no way you don’t lose your mind at the thought of being alone with him.)

“Oh, okay sure! text me the address, I’ll be there.” He says with a sweet smile and you might crush him because of how much you want to squish his cheeks right now.

Dino might go crazy. He’s not even sure if you could see he wasn’t paying attention to a thing you said, because he was too busy staring at your lips the entire time, and then your collarbones, until his eyes travelled to your tits trapped in your blouse which was just a little too tight. Tight enough to accentuate the curve of your breasts; but not letting them spill out- just tight enough.

On top of that, if he’s left alone with you, he has no idea how he’s going to prevent a tent from forming in his pants, so he opts for a oversized hoodie long enough to cover him and a pair of grey sweatpants because it is your house after all, he can dress casual, and he doesn’t want you to know he took 20 minutes to decide what he wore so that his outfit says-“hey, I’m casual and comfortable” and “I’m put together” at the same time.

He is sharp on time, you say to yourself as the bell rings. You’re a bit nervous approaching the door in your small plaid skirt and sweater, knowing how he always stares at you whenever you wear a skirt to class. Plus, you’re wearing a something a little special underneath it, just it case. You push the self-doubting thoughts to the back of your head as you open your door and he is a sight to see. He looks so delicious in those animal print framed glasses and messy hair, there is a glow on his face and oh, those stupid goddamn grey sweatpants. It is OVER for you.

“You’re very punctual, it’s exactly 10.” You giggle. “Your hair looks a bit of a mess dino, coming from another girl’s place?” you say as you smirk, leaning against the door.

“No! No, I just came from the gym, my hair is still a bit wet from the shower.” He says as he ruffles his hair and comes in, setting his bag on the table in your living room. Oh? Pretty boy goes to the gym as well, is there anything he doesn’t do. He usually only wore oversized hoodies and t-shirts to class, never really revealing his true figure; nor did you ever see him much in parties despite his friends being a part of the frat, so this was a new side of him you were seeing right now.

“My roommate is gonna be home in a bit, so we can work in my room, mhm?” you ask, acting intentionally doe eyed and innocent. Lies. They are all lies. Your roommate isn’t going to be home in a bit, she’s at her girlfriend’s dorm. And she is not going to be home until tomorrow after class. And maybe if Chan was thinking clearly, he would’ve asked why your roommate would mind you working in the living room with him. But he’s not thinking clearly, too busy staring at your legs and imagining his face between your thighs; so, forgive him if he isn’t at his highest functioning brain activity right now.

He murmurs a quiet okay as he follows you to your room as you lead him. And your room is so you. He doesn’t know how to explain it, because he doesn’t know you so well yet, but as soon as he enters through the door, he sees plushies laid out neatly on your bed, and your scent all around him. He can see posters of bands and movies dressing up your walls and random Sanrio figurines all around the room. He lays his bag on your bed, taking out his laptop as you sit next to him on your chair, and your skirt rides up, revealing your soft thighs further. And maybe his eyes are playing tricks on him, but he can almost see pink lace fabric peaking from underneath your skirt. And maybe you’re just a bit cold, but he swears he can see your nipples peeking through your sweater.

Every passing minute, he is making it so hard for you to keep your composure. He keeps sharing his ideas about the project and telling you what you should work on. Why is hearing him talk about physics so sexy? You don’t know what it is, but you can’t help but think how hot he looks when he talks so passionately. Your panties are literally getting soaked as the time goes on. It’s been an hour, and he hasn’t even taken a second to look at you yet! You’re quite literally whoring yourself out for him and all he cares about is inductive motor or whatever the hell the project is about.

“Channie, can we move to the bed? I’m feeling a bit tired from my shift.” You say, fake yawning.

“Mmm? Oh sure.” It is over for him, he thinks to himself.

As you sit up on your bed, your skirt FULLY rides up, revealing your baby pink lace panties. You push it down gently, saying “oops” as you giggle. And something inside him snaps. All control he had, he’s lost it now and he physically cannot hold back anymore. His gaze darkens, as he pushes you down, his grip on your throat as he gets on top of you. You gasp as he takes you by surprise, but the shock lasts barely 5 seconds before you smirk.

You reach up as your lips find his, pulling him deeper into your mouth as you grab his hair. From the get go, it is passionate, and rough and messy, because both of you are left gasping for your breath- your cheeks rosy and your chest heaving. Deciding to tease him further, you bite his lip. He moans into your mouth, mumbling “brat.” Taking the opportunity, you slip your tongue into his mouth deepening the kiss, and it is so sloppy; neither of you willing to give up control. The heat between your legs grows because of the way his tongue fights with yours to take over, which has your head spinning.

“Channie” you moan, as you feel the hard press of his body against yours, the sound of your lips smacking together and your heavy gasping filling the room.

His hand reaches to lift your sweater slightly, fingers making contact with your bare skin as they keep moving upwards until they meet your lacy bra, delicately toying with the material.

“You wore this for me baby? Knew this was going to happen?”

All you do is giggle as you continue to kiss down his jaw, alternating between sucking and biting. But that doesn’t sit right with him, as his other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just the right amount so that his grip is tight enough, but still allowing you to breathe, and suddenly you’re flooding your panties.

“This okay?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern and genuine worry, looking for any discomfort in your eyes, desperate for your approval to continue.

You nod, because it’s actually all you can do. He loosens the grip on your throat and begins to pull his hand away as he says “Fuck, if you want me to go on, you’re gonna have to answer me baby.”

You’re quick to bring his hand back on your neck, your head turning left and right in panic, “No! No, please I want it!” you say as he smirks at your desperate state.

“Yeah? Then answer me when I ask you a question baby. You wore this set for me pretty?”

“Just wanted you to notice me, pay attention to me.” You say between kisses.

“And you thought whoring yourself out would be the way to get my attention” he chuckles. “Thought it was a mistake when you flashed me, turns out baby’s just an attention whore.”

He gets off of you and the bed and a whine leaves your throat as he pulls you down by your ankles as your hips reach the foot of your bed in an instant as he begins taking off his glasses.

“No!” you protest. “don’t- don’t take them off, I like them.” You say timidly. He picks you up, flipping your previous position as he seats you on his lap, taking off his hoodie, and you cannot help but stare. You did not know he was SO built and buff, your eyes are practically eating him up as you feel drool building up in your mouth. Oh, you NEED to suck him off right now. And that’s pretty much all it takes for you as you get on your knees for him.

When you look up to him, there is hunger in his eyes, something you’ve never seen before, his gaze full of lust. He can’t remember how many times he’s pictured you like this, on your knees, so innocent, a pathetic expression on your face, waiting for him to give you your next instruction.

Those stupid man whore grey sweatpants, you need them off now.

You fumble with it’s band as you impatiently pull it down, revealing his Calvin Klein boxers, and you clearly have no time for this nonsense, rushing to pull his boxers down as well, all while he looks down on you, leaning back on the bed- hands on either side of him with a big cocky smirk on his face, because he cannot wait to see the next look on your face.

Your face: it’s so transparent, so revealing. It’s literally like you wear your heart on your sleeve. Everything you feel, you think, you want, it’s clear- plain as day on your face. And as soon as you pull his boxers off, there it is- pure amusement and shock, as his dick twitches at the sight of your wide doe eyes. You knew he was big, atleast that’s what you pictured in your nightly scenarios. But you did not know he was this big both in length and in girth as well, his angry tip staring at you, begging for your attention.

“Take your sweater off.” He demands. No pleas, no hesitance. An order. And who would you be to defy him? you teasingly take it off, all while a small smile adorns your lips as you throw the sweater somewhere on the floor alongside his hoodie.

You take his length in your hand, rubbing your thumb over his tip- spreading his pre-cum around it as your eyes go from doe like to those of a siren as they stare straight into his, spitting right on it seductively and oh, he thinks he’s in love. You pump it up and down and fuck- you can’t even completely wrap your hand around it, giving it a little squeeze as you go along, building the tension. But he doesn’t seem too happy about it as he sighs in annoyance. He’s sick of your teasing, because even after his multiple attempts to discipline you, you’ve decided to continue being a brat.

In the blink of an eye, he takes your hand off of him, grabs you by your jaw and squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and fore finger- the rest of the them lying on your jaw, forcing to you part your lips slightly.

“Do you trust me y/n?” he says softly, yet his voice dripping with dominance as you nod.

“Open your mouth, tongue out baby.”

And what he does next takes you by surprise, as he leans down, collecting a glob of spit in his mouth as it drips down from his mouth to yours, making you moan as you close your eyes, feeling the warm liquid on your tongue.

“Swallow.” he says as he caresses your jaw. And his wish is your command; you let out a loud moan as you feel it travel down your throat.

“Good girl. You’ll listen to me now, yeah? No more teasing. I’ve been holding back until now but if you don’t behave, I’ll have to fuck you like the whore you are. Better yet, I’ll eat you out, and get you so so close. I’ll be at it for hours baby, I have no place to be, but I won’t let you cum. So, tell me, you’re gonna be a good girl for me now?”

And all you can do is nod as he smirks, because now, he holds the power over you, and you want him to take over you. Don’t want to think about anything, just do whatever he says. And he can see that, see you fully slipping into subspace.

He holds his dick in his hand, and as your mouth chases his tip, he slaps it against your cheek. All he does is laugh, because you just look so pathetic under him. Tits spilling out of your see through pink lace bra, eyes on the brink of tears, fists balled up in your lap because he won’t let you touch him.

He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail and slaps his dick against your other cheek as he says “tap my thigh twice in you wanna stop, okay?” and finally rubs his tip against your lips, parting them immediately as you engulf it in your mouth, sucking on it as if it’s a popsicle, swirling your tongue all around it, making him groan.

Slowly, he pushes his dick in inch by inch until it hits the back of your throat, and its laughable, because half of it still can’t be wrapped around your tiny mouth even though your jaw is doing gymnastics to accommodate half of him and he lets out a loud moan due to the insane pleasure it gives him. Since he won’t let you move yet, enjoying the feeling of cockwarming your mouth too much, you drag your tongue up and down, making him hiss.

Finally, he decides to fuck your throat, sliding your mouth up and down his dick as if your mouth is just a fleshlight for him to use, making your eyes roll back. He starts slow, as to ease you in; but is quick to fasten his pace to meet his needs. But you want to do more, so your hands reach up to play with his balls, and oh does it take him by surprise. All he can do while fucking your mouth is mumble sweet nothings, praising you, telling you how good you’re being letting him use you like this. And his words are working, because at this point your slick is running down your thighs and your cunt is in a desperate need of attention, as you grind it against the heel of your foot and when you look up to him, you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. His glasses lay low on his nose as his head is thrown back in pleasure and his hair is messy, sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; yet his hand is precise is controlling your mouth by your hair. His buff chest heaving desperate for air as his ears and cheek are a pretty shade of pink for you.

Suddenly he looks down to meet your eyes staring at him in lust, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything hotter as he sees you grind against your foot pathetically all whilst he fucks your warm mouth. He can feel the vibration of your mouth as you moan around him, and he thinks he’s in heaven. You look so dirty, spit dribbling down your chin, pupils dilated and red with desire, tears streaming down your cheeks because of how deep he’s hitting it right now. He is just so close, but no way he doesn’t cum in your pussy today, so he pulls you off his dick as you welp, a string of spit connecting your lips to his tip.

“I’ll come in your mouth some other day baby, need to be in you right now.” He says responding to your cute pout as he pulls you up to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of his thigh once again.

His hands travel to your back to undo your bra in an instant as it’s thrown somewhere on the bed behind him. Immediately his mouth is attached to your hardened nipple as you let out a loud moaning, feeling his warm tongue on your cold skin.

“I’m so fucking sick of you parading around in this stupid excuse of a skirt that barely covers your ass y/n.” He says as his hands travel down and under your skirt, making contact with your dripping lace, running his fingers up and down. He can feel your slick on his own thighs.

“Oh? You’re already soaked, baby. But I haven’t even touched you yet, wanna tell me what got you so wet?” he says as he mocks you, still not taking his attention off your breasts, sucking them and marking them up with hickeys all around and all you can do is moan as you dig your nails into his back overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so sensitive, so responsive. I love it baby, so easy for me. Need you to answer me- what’s got you dripping?” he says as he finds your clothed clit, pressing hard against it over the lace.

He’s being so mean right you. The remnants of tears on your cheeks have barely dried up before you can feel yourself getting teary eyed already.

“You! Want you so bad channie! Been wet for you since you walked in the door.” You cry out desperately.

Finally, he stops teasing your covered pussy and pulls it to the side, inserting two of fingers with no warning making you scream out loud. He’s quick to press his thumb to your clit, flicking it as he pumps his fingers into you, all whilst he’s sucking on your tits. His pace is monstrous from the start, and he shows no signs of stopping as he continues to drive them in you, opening you up preparing you to take his big dick. All you can do is drop your head on his shoulder helplessly, taking what he gives you.

“Ah! So good Chan, so- so- fuck! Right there! Need you!” you say as he repeatedly hits your g-spot all while rubbing your clit.

You’ve lost all track of time. You’ve been so close to cumming ever since you saw him walk through your front door that even the slightest touch could get you to your high, and here Chan was, touching you right where you needed, enlightening all your senses.

“I’m about- gonna- gonna cum dino! Please, let me, oh- please let me cum!” you cry out loud, begging him as he pulls out his fingers in an instant and just like that you’re crying again, dropping your head in the crook of his neck.

“What, don’t cry baby.” He says, voice dripping with fake sympathy, because inside him he knows your tears turn him on even more. His hand reaches the small of your back as he caresses it, attempting to calm you down. “Want you to cum on my cock princess. Think you can do that, yeah? You promised you’d be a good girl for me.”

“I was- I was just so close.” You say timidly between your sniffles.

“It’s okay princess, I’ll make you cum real good on my cock.” He whispers, kissing you tenderly for the first time in the evening, and it makes your heart full, reminding you that in spite of everything, this is the same dino that you see in class every day, polite and sweet and beautiful; but you’re brought back to the present as he pulls away from you, shattering your illusion.

“You wanted my attention so bad y/n, you started it. So, you’re gonna take what you wanted- gonna have to ride me.” He says with a shit eating grin that just makes you so mad right now, but eager to give him what he asks for you get off your lap and begin to take off your skirt.

“Did I ask you to take it off? Still not behaving baby. Keep the skirt on; after all you made such a show of wearing them, wanna fuck you in it. Take off your panties.”

Once the pink garment is off, you sit on his lap again, as he slaps his dick against your poor swollen cunt, running his tip against your entrance.

“You know what to do right? It isn’t your first rodeo after all.” He says as he smiles.

God, he is so cocky. If you didn’t desperately need him in you, you would not put up with it for a second. (you would probably put up with it anyway)

You take his dick in your hand as you hover over it, your pussy clenching over nothing, begging to be filled by him as you insert the tip in him; and that alone is such a stretch for you, your legs might give up then and there. But you are anything but determined. Stubborn. Firm on proving yourself. So, you accept the stretch, stabilising yourself by placing one hand on his wide shoulder while you bottom out completely, burying himself into you in one go making him throw his head back and groan in pleasure as his hands reach out to hold your waist, not letting you escape his grasp.

Slowly but surely, you begin by grinding your hips against them, building up the tension as you try to maintain a steady pace; but dino doesn’t look amused, so you begin to move up and down on him, burying your freshly done nails into his shoulders. His hand moves down as you bounce on him, giving your ass a quick slap before finding it going under your skirt and rubbing your clit, making you gasp out.

“Fuck, lift up your skirt baby.” He says, and you comply- lifting up your skirt with one hand, whilst he continues to toy with your clit and you bounce up and down his dick, showing him the mess you both are making; and he loves it.

You’re so eager to please him, prove yourself to him as you continue to alternate between grinding and moving up and down; but the pleasure is SO overwhelming with his hand on your nub and you don’t think you can last. On top of that, you’ve been working so hard to maintain a steady pace for him, that your thighs are about to give out. And he sees that- sees your movement becoming sloppy and messy, your thighs shaking and your grip tightening on his shoulder.

“Tired, baby?”

Why is he such a tease. And why is he being so mean to you when he knows you’re totally spent. You think you’re going to cry for the third time in the night.

“You know, all you have to do is admit it. And I’ll take over. You know you want me to. I can make you feel so good baby, hit all the right spots and you don’t have to lift a finger.” He whispers in your ear before slapping your ass again as he lifts his hips to meet yours in a sharp thrust, showing you how much better he can make you feel.

“I- I- tired. I’m tired channie! Thighs hurt. P- please!” you say between hiccups as he keeps thrusting into you from beneath.

That’s all he needs to hear, before he’s flipping you on your back without taking himself out of you, pressing a kiss to your lips as he begins to actually fuck you. His hands roam all over you as if he’s trying to memorise every curve and dip. He’s thrusting into you with such a force your tits bounce back and forth with every drive of his hips into you while he mumbles pretty words in your ears.

“Pussy so good baby, absolutely squeezing me. Can’t believe you were letting those stupid guys have this while I was right there. Could’ve made you feel this good all this time. Fuck! Always wanted to bend you over the desk whenever you wore those stupid skirts to class. You know, everyone could see you baby. See how much needy you were. You’re probably just too much a slut to care, no?”

His mouth reaches down to bite your nipple, where you’re already so sensitive that you can’t help but cry out. You look so dumb for his cock right now, your nails are absolutely obliterating his back as your legs wrap around him not letting him go, a chant of his name leaving your lips with each of his movement. All you can hear is the sound of his balls slapping against you and your screams. You’re pretty sure you’ll get complaints from your neighbour tomorrow but who cares; he’s just too good. His thrusts get deeper yet sloppier as you feel him reach between your sweaty bodies and rub your clit in an attempt to get you closer.

“Fuck! Gonna cum baby. Are you close?”

“Yes! Channie fuck, love- love your dick so much! So big, need- I’m almost there!”

And that’s all the motivation he needs before he picks up his pace again, angling himself to hit you exactly at the spot that makes you scream, and before you know it, you feel tears streaming down your face again because of the overstimulation.

“Chan! Gonna cum! Please, please- fuck right there, please wanna cum!”

“Where do you want me princess?”

“In! In me, wanna feel you in me, fill me up! Please, need it in me!” you babble.

And that is all it takes for you to let go. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with a loud whine as your nails dig into him deeper, your back arching- the pleasure taking over you as you see stars in front of your eyes, screaming his name over and over again. It’s like you’re floating- because your body feels numb and completely spent. He feels you clenching so much around his cock as you cum, it’s like you’re milking him, before he’s filling you up full of him too, reaching his high, and he cannot stop. Even after you’re done, you’re still rhythmically squeezing him as he doesn’t stop coming in you. You feel him warm in you, and you honestly never want him to pull out, but unfortunately, he does- leaving you empty as his essence begins to spill out of you.

He gets between your legs, watching a mixture of your cum dripping out of you, admiring his work before he’s collecting it in his fingers, tracing your swollen sensitive centre as he comes up to you, and inserting his fingers in your mouth, while he kisses your tears. You can taste him and yourself on your tongue as you close your eyes, swirling your tongue around his fingers. The sight is so hot to him, his dick twitches against you once again before he’s pulling his fingers out and gently kissing you, as he leaves your bed to bring you a towel.

He lies besides you after he cleans you up as you turn you face each other.

“Sorry if I was too rough, got carried away a bit.” He says as you lay your head on his arm and run your hand through his hair.

“You were so good, I think I need to be a little bitchy again for you to put me in my place.” You say as you kiss him, smiling against his lips.

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but james never really quit.

he clung on in the most pathetic, persistent way possible, like a desperate dog that refused to understand it had been kicked out. you'd see him around campus all the time, always just a little too close. leaning against walls near your classes, pretending he was just passing by. walking slower when he noticed you ahead, matching your pace like it wasnt obvious at all.

during exam season, he'd show up at your apartment unannounced with takeout bags in his hands. your favorite food, still warm, like he had memorized your habits down to the smallest detail. he'd knock softly, almost shy, like you might not answer if he was too loud. sometimes you didnt open the door, and he'd just leave the food outside anyway, texting you a simple 'eat well pls'.

flowers started appearing next. cheap ones at first, then nicer bouquets once he realized you werent reacting. chocolates followed, tucked into little paper bags with handwritten sorry cards. messy handwriting, words crossed out and rewritten, him trying to sound sincere without knowing how.

im really sorry.

i miss you.

let me make it up to you.

i'll do better this time.

he kept saying he just wanted another chance, just one. that he knew he messed up and he'd spend forever proving it if he had to. and no matter how many times you ignored him or brushed past him like he wasnt there, james stayed. waiting, hoping, convinced that if he tried hard enough, you'd eventually take him back.

he knows he will. he's stupidly confident about it, like its already decided. deep down, he believes youll take him back eventually, that all this patience and persistence will pay off.

in his head, no matter how mad you are or how long you pretend not to care, you're still his number one girl. and he holds onto that thought like a promise.

he suddenly shows up to your place at 3am.

“i know it’s late. i couldn’t sleep,” he says through the door, voice low and worn. “just lemme talk to you for a minute.”

you step out from your room to found out he used the spare keys you had given him, bare legs cold against the floor, a strappy tank top clinging to you with short shorts barely decent. your arms cross instinctively. “what do you want??”

“you.” he says without hesitation, blue eyes locking onto yours, sharp even through the fatigue. “i can’t stop thinking about you. i can’t sleep without you in my arms. i can’t focus on anything because all i see is your face.” his voice cracks just a little. “fuck, i miss you.”

you don’t move, don’t soften. your jaw tightens. “should’ve thought of that when you flirted with gawon.”

he steps closer before you can react, hands gripping your shoulders firmly, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. “i’m not asking for forgiveness right now,” he murmurs, voice low and unsteady. “i’m just asking for one night.”

he leans in, breath warm against your ear, words barely louder than a whisper. “one night back in my arms.” his thumbs move slowly, brushing against your skin through the thin straps of your tank top, a familiar touch that makes your chest tighten.

his forehead rests briefly against yours, eyes shut like he’s holding himself together by force alone.

“please?” he says softly.

without a word, he leans in and kisses you, slow and careful at first, like he’s testing if you’ll pull away. his lips linger, hesitant, giving you time to stop him.

when you don’t, he deepens the kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to taste you again after what feels like forever. one hand moves from your shoulder to the back of your neck, pulling you closer while the other grips your hip.

he breaks the kiss to trace a path down to your jaw, your neck, his hands already wandering under your shirt. "let me show you how fucking sorry i am.. how much i still fucking love you."

you let out a long sigh, heavy with annoyance, crossing your arms and looking away. he sees your annoyed expression and it only makes him more desperate.

"i know i don't deserve it. i know i hurt you. but I'm begging you, baby. let me in for one night. let me hold you, kiss you, fuck you if you want.”

"you're such a dick, james.”

"I know." he leans his forehead against yours. "i'm the biggest dick for ever letting you go. but I'm here now."

he then whispers filthily in your ear. "i'll eat that pretty pussy till you're screaming my name again. 'till you're dripping down my chin. 'till you're begging me to fuck you with my tongue." his hands squeeze your ass possessively. "let me worship you like i should have been doing all along.”

you scoff, shoving him sharply. “you think i’m easy? is this what this is all about?” your voice is sharp, full of disbelief and anger.

he stumbles back a little, caught off guard, hands falling to his sides. his piercing blue eyes stay on you, pleading. “no it’s not like that!” he says quickly, voice rough and desperate. “it’s never been like that!”

he runs a hand through his hair, exasperated and raw. “i’ve shown up at your door like five times now, looking like a fucking mess. i send you those long texts i know you ignore. i bought your favorite coffee and just leave it at your place like a fucking psycho,” he admits, voice rough, almost shaking with frustration.

“go home. i’m not in the mood,” i say, waving him off. “and honestly, your tongue was the only exciting part of our entire relationship.”

james laughs despite himself. "god, i fucking deserved that." he doesn't leave though. he leans against the doorframe looking rumpled and desperate. "my tongue missed you though." he says seriously. "it was lonely without your pussy.”

without a word, james scoops you up, arms strong and unyielding, and carries you toward the bedroom. you struggle, kicking and wriggling, claws digging at his chest as you try to break free.

“put me down!” you yell, voice sharp with panic

james ignores your struggles, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he carries you to the bedroom. he kicks the door shut behind him and drops you onto the bed.

he stops at the edge of the bed and, without a word, drops you harshly onto it. the impact knocks the breath out of you, and you land with a thud, eyes wide and chest heaving.

he pounced onto you, his body pressing you down into the mattress. his hands immediately go to your tank top, pulling it off roughly. "lift your legs. one night to remind you why you fell for me.”

he grabs your thighs and spreads them roughly, positioning himself between them. he leans down and starts kissing up your inner thigh aggressively.

james bites your inner thigh hard enough to leave a mark, making you cry out. he ignores your protests and keeps kissing up, his tongue licking along your wetness through your underwear.

"god, i missed this fucking smell." he groans, burying his face between your legs, but you still desperately tried to get off his grip.

"stop fucking fighting me.” he pushes his arms under your hips, lifting them off the bed slightly. he uses his body weight to hold your hips down, trapping your legs open. he dives back in, his tongue and fingers working together to destroy your pussy.

he realizes you're trying not to make noise, not to enjoy it.

james pulls his face back slightly, looking up at you with a fierce expression. his fingers keep pushing in and out of you, hitting that spot over and over. "let me hear those pretty moans. i know you want to fucking scream while I eat this pretty pussy.”

you shake your head violently, eyes wide, heart racing, trying to fight pleausure that was overwhelming you.

james laughs darkly against your pussy. "fucking stubborn little thing."

he suddenly bites down gently on your clit, his tongue flicking it rapidly, biting and licking in a way that's both painful and pleasurable. his fingers move faster inside you, abusing that spot over and over. he can feel your body trembling already, your hips trying to buck against him despite being held down.

“j-james!” your mouth betrayed you. your eyes crossed on how good it felt it made you see stars, it reminded him of your sweet moans back then.

 "fuck yes... there it is.”

“james! james! james! im gonna cum!!” you push his head away. but he already felt victorious on how you moaned his name repeatedly. your pussy squirts all over his face, dripping down his chin and neck.

he loves it, licking it up hungrily. he continues to suck and lick your clit through your orgasm, prolonging it until you're a panting, trembling mess.

after aggressively eating you out and making you cum all over his face, james then slows down into a more delicate pace. he presses soft kisses against your pussy lips while gently sucking on them. his fingers move slowly inside you hitting spots gently instead of aggressively.

he murmurs sweet things against your pussy, he apologizes between gentle kisses and licks, trying to make up for his aggressive behavior with soft touches and sweet words. his pace is now slow and deliberate, aiming to pleasure you deeply rather than quickly. "forgive me baby... i'm so so sorry.”

james spends the entire night between your legs, worshiping your pussy with his mouth and fingers until you were dumbed down into a moaning mess.

james only takes breaks only to whisper more apologies and sweet words against your sensitive flesh before diving back in. he brings you to orgasm multiple times, each one softer and more loving than the last.