k-erotica

You throw a quick glance over your shoulder at his considerable boner, lying atop his abs, more than ready to fire. “I can see that, baby; but you have to work with me.”

As gently as you can, you sit down on his firm pecs and extend your legs over the mounds of pillows behind him. He strains his neck forward to attempt to lick you again, but he isn’t successful.

You giggle when he throws his head back in frustration. “Awww, baby doesn’t like his own medicine.” You cup his warm cheeks in your hands, thumbing his dewy skin.

“Ani...” he whispers in his aegyo voice, frowning like a child for just a moment. You decide to switch gears.

“Good,” you reply with an edge to your voice, seizing his throat in your dominant hand and squeezing with your fingertips. “Baby gets what he gives.”

With Jongin’s eyes blown out in surprise, you maneuver yourself to straddle him, keeping your hand on his wildly pulsing throat. You drag your core against his hard length, rubbing your bits together sensually.

“That feels good, babe,” he says, eyes closed. Instead of continuing, you lift yourself to hover over him, now placing your free hand over the soft, moldable flesh of his balls. You fondle and juggle them in your fingers while giving his throat a singular hard squeeze for three seconds.

His mouth falls open at the pleasure building within him. “Yes, Y/N, fuck,” he whispers in a gravelly voice.

Releasing his neck while cupping his balls, you bring your dominant hand to his veiny shaft and pump at a merciless speed, giving him no time to process the shift. Jongin emits a loud sigh and bucks his hips in sync with your hand.

“No,” you scold him, immediately removing your hands and slapping one of his nipples to punish him. “No thrusting, baby.”

He hisses at the pain but takes it well. At last he understands the things he does to you.

“Sorry,” he mutters shyly, turning to look out the window.

You tilt his face back towards yours with your index finger. “And no avoiding me.”

Jongin exhales quietly through his nose and nods in response.

Returning to his shaft with just your dominant hand this time, you pump him slower but harder, relishing the beautiful sight of precum beginning to ooze from his reddened tip. Falling deeper into the physical sensations, he exhales rhythmically with your every pump while digging his head backward into the mattress, consciously trying not to show how close he’s getting.

You start twisting your wrist to make it worse for him, and his syrupy precum has dripped all the way down to your hand at this point.

“Baby I’m gonna cum,” he slurs through a moan, watching you intently.

Instantly removing your hand again, you lean down to passionately kiss him despite his indignant groaning at the lost orgasm. You tease him with your own porn-like moans in his greedy mouth, gliding your hands all over his chiseled torso.

“Again,” he whispers between sloppy kisses.

Again, you decide to switch gears to throw him off some more. Standing up, you turn around and straddle his chest, facing his muscular thighs before wiggling your feet beneath his arms. Another jaw-dropping view of your ethereal body.

“Uggghh,” he groans dramatically, once again unable to eat you. “Y/N...”

Smirking to yourself, you ignore him and go straight to taking him in your mouth, leaving no inch behind.

“UHHH ssibal,” he yelps, making the mistake of thrusting into your throat.

You pull off him with a satisfying pop and slap his outer thigh. “Jongie... What did I say...” you reprimand him.

“You know I lose it when you suck meeee,” he whines in response, thrashing his ankles in the padded restraints. The natural scent of your bits has been drifting into his nose this whole time, further exacerbating his situation.

Tenderly stroking his thighs, you reply, “Be good for me and hold it in.”

You hear him sigh quietly, but you let it slide. You cup the skin around his balls with both hands and lick stripes along his shaft, occasionally kitten-licking his little opening now consistently churning out precum. Only he can taste this good.

“Baby...” he whines.

Sucking on just his head, you purposely moan a “Yes?” in response, not stopping.

“Please let me lick you,” Jongin begs, his tone indicating the desperation you’ve been waiting for.

You moan again, taking all of him until your nose presses against the top of his balls and pushing your ass backward for him.

Wasting no time, Jongin licks you fervently as if you’d denied him the opportunity for weeks. Right now, you tasted better than any other food in the world.

As you switch to gripping him at the base and swiveling your mouth up and down on the rest, he eats you out with more urgency that ultimately leaves you quivering over his lips. You’ve cum all over him, and you hear him go “mmmm” in utter delight as you ride out the aftershock while hugging his thighs.

“I win,” Jongin whispers, almost to himself.

Oh. Shit. He did explicitly allude to that in his text this morning.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here then,” you reply with a sweet smile.

His eyes do that adorable crescent moon thing as he matches your grin while squeezing your fingers in random patterns. “Dork. You smell good, by the way.” 

Then his eyes flick downward to the white robe you’d haphazardly tied around yourself. This is the first time in your relationship that he’s seeing you wearing something more revealing than work or street clothes or pajamas. And he digs it a lot so far.

Resuming eye contact, Hyunjin asks with puppy-dog eyes, “Did I interrupt anything?”

Missing his well-veiled insinuation, you answer, “Not at all. I just got out of the shower, actually.”

Dropping your hands and instead placing his on your waist, Hyunjin says in a hushed voice, “Do you know how sexy you look right now?”

You gently grasp his forearms, feeling a tingle of excitement course through your nerves. “No... Tell me more.” You stare up at him with growing determination, your intuition screaming that this is a make-or-break moment, and god are you ready. Three months of just making out and dry-humping is torture.

“Nah,” he murmurs before craning his neck to plant a long, deep kiss on your lips. He pulls less than an inch away, his lips literally still atop yours. “You already know.”

At that, you cup his cheeks and mash your lips back together. A pang of desperation flashes within your chest as he molds his torso against yours and wraps his arms around your back, so you part your lips to meet tongues.

You’ve wanted this since the one-month mark because you and Hyunjin just click, and the level of physical magnetism between you has always been unbearably high. He’s truly your best friend, more so than your few girlfriends. You don’t need to think this through because now it feels right.

A few moments have passed. Hyunjin has carried and plopped you dead center on your bed. Looming over on all fours, he bores his eyes into yours with a nearly palpable kind of lust.

“Do you want me to undress?” he asks.

You smile. “I don’t care either way, baby. I’m just thrilled this is happening.”

Hyunjin smirks before tugging off his hoodie (no undershirt, that lazybones) and coming back down to tenderly kiss you. You feel the knot around your waist loosening, but he only moves the robe off your chest. Oh so delicately, he palms the underside of one of your breasts while bracing himself with the other hand.

You whimper when he kisses a sensual, painfully slow trail down your neck, stopping near the top of your other breast to gently suck and kiss. Both hands greedily rolling your breasts now, he slithers back to your lips, being a little more careless this time around.

Feeling your hunger exploding, you undo his jeans and slide a hand in, grasping his throbbing, girthy dick. Hyunjin groans into your mouth and thrusts his hips deeper into your touch, begging you wordlessly. So you oblige by slowly pumping his shaft and snaking your free hand in and around to grab a supple butt-cheek.

“Baby,” he whispers between kisses. “Harder―please.”

Trying not to smirk too much, you grant his request, maybe just a liiiittle too much pressure, but you reason that he’s way too turned on at this point. You even pick up the pace to a steady rhythm, occasionally caressing that butt-cheek.

Still feverishly making out with you, Hyunjin emits a deliciously drawn out moan against your lips, and he switches to tenderly pinching your nipples between his fingertips, which causes you to moan too. Now you can feel the precum gathering on your palm.

“Jinnie,” you pull away, “I’m as ready as you are.” Your eyes dart down to his dark pink tip bobbing in and out of view then back to his flushed face.

“Good,” he breathes out. “’Cause I want you bad.” 

With that, he pulls himself upright, forcing you to stop pumping him, as he scoots down your thighs to move aside the rest of your robe, finally giving him what he wants: your nude, freshly showered body all for him.

You can see his eyes actually glazing over with desire as he shamelessly assesses you, his hands trembling over you as if he can’t believe this isn’t his nightly handjob fantasy.

“Hyunjin, why are you shaking? Are you nervous?” you ask, starting to doubt yourself.

“No, I’m so fucking over the moon right now I don’t know what to do,” he replies, a seductive airiness in his voice.

You pause, taking his words into consideration. “That’s okay, babe. Why don’t we take the rest off?”

Within seconds, your robe is chucked to the floor along with his jeans and underwear. You climb on top of Hyunjin and sit on his thighs, his beautiful erection lying like a stone against his flat stomach as he strokes your own thighs with his moistening palms. 

“Can I touch you?” you ask, doing your best to keep your excitement from bubbling over.

“Please touch me,” he murmurs with expectant eyes, bringing his hands to your hips.

With the pad of your index finger, you trace a line up his veiny shaft from the base, and Hyunjin loudly exhales when you graze over the sensitive frenulum. Now, you lightly run your dominant hand up his shaft, pausing to dig his tip in circles against your palm.

“You’re teasing me...” Hyunjin whines, gripping your hips even tighter in his big hands.

You smirk. “What should I do then?”

He simply burns you with a narrow-eyed gaze, either mentally swearing about how ridiculously hot you look on top or carefully choosing his words.

Completely flipping the situation, though, he overpowers you with zero struggle, barreling you both over so he can loom above you again.

“I’ll tell you what you can do,” he responds in a dangerously husky tone while he captures your wrists in one of his hands and roughly pins them against the pillows. “You’re gonna have the best night of your life,” he growls, knocking your legs apart with his knee.

And without skipping a beat, Hyunjin pushes into you with his other hand pressed horizontally against your abdomen to feel his length poking upward from within your flexible, very aroused walls. And it does, causing an uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp to escape your mouth.

Hyunjin freezes, bringing that hand to your cheek, still tightly clutching your wrists in the other. “Tell me when,” he whispers, eyes roving all over your expression of combined surprise and newfound pleasure.

You take this moment to push your chin up and open-mouth kiss him a few times before whispering your permission while he tries to palm one of your breasts: “Go, Hyunnie.”

Off he goes into a decent, far-from-slow pace, rolling his hips effortlessly into your wet core just enough to avoid slamming your cervix. Luckily for him, this is exactly where your G-spot rests.

“HYUNjin,” you huff as he adds more pressure to his thrusts, bumping into your spot every other second.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks in a breathy voice.

You can’t control your eyes rolling back in their sockets when he finally increases his speed, full-on hammering into your pussy now. “Nothing—oh fUCk—”

“Ohhh okay, that means ‘don’t stop,’” Hyunjin interrupts, looking at you smugly.

You regain control of your eyes long enough to meet his devilish expression with your own. “You can do better.”

The very millisecond his brain processes those haughty words, his eyes nearly boggle out of his skull before he laces his hands with yours and throws them down parallel to your shoulders. To sweeten the deal even more, he uses the same knee to slide under your thigh and push your leg up as far as he can press with his torso, which—at the marvelous new angle Hyunjin’s even harder dick is kissing your sweet spot now—sends you into your first vaginal orgasm.

Watching your chest uncontrollably convulse with euphoria, Hyunjin open-mouth grins out of both pride and arousal, pushing himself to let up on the speed but max out on pressure, definitely slamming your cervix with each purposeful thrust. At this, your own mouth flies open in a silent scream, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. 

“BabyIneedtocum,” Hyunjin groans in one mashed-together word before conjoining your mouths with messy kisses and tongue-sucking straight out of porn.

“I’m on birth control,” you sigh against his hair as he licks your neck. “Cum in me, Jinnie.”

You hear the most guttural, pussy-throbbing groan from him because that’s all he needs: your sexy, fucked-out voice (as if it wasn’t already naturally sexy to him) telling him to go ahead and paint your tight cave of wonders white. 

All in less than a second, Hyunjin releases your hands, wraps his arms around your body, presses himself against you with all the energy he has left, and digs his already pulsing dick as deep as possible. You’ve been unknowingly clenching on him this whole time in the wake of your heart-stopping orgasm, so he spends a good twenty seconds holding you, taken hostage by his own unbridled pleasure.