you let out a chuckle. seems like he doesn’t know how to do anything with his fingers? it seems like your friends have truly read your boyfriend wrongly.

“be so for real right now, how is he in bed? all he seems to talk about when we’re around is benching and sunoo,” chaewon states.

you lips part, ready to answer the questions your friends have, only to hear a soft cough from your right as your boyfriend slides into the booth, burgers on the tray he holds along with some crumpled up napkins that he seemingly forced out of the dispenser.

“hey hoon,” you grin, fingers finding his under the table as you watch your boyfriend’s irked expression. sunghoon was if anything, a very patient man; he didn’t care if people called him a gym freak or all brawn and no brain but doubting his ability to please his girlfriend was the line.

the girls awkwardly clear their throats, sure that sunghoon had overheard the conversation. yet in the air filled with of tension, you can’t help but smile.

after a quiet lunch and an even quieter drive back to sunghoon’s apartment, you watch as your boyfriend ruffles his hair in exasperation, a loud sigh as he rolls up his sleeves, arms crossed and body leaned against the frame of his bedroom door.

“i can’t believe your friends would say that baby,” he groans, so affected by the words that fell out of chaewon’s mouth.

you giggle, taking steps towards sunghoon, before wrapping your arms around his waist, chin pressed against his toned chest as you look up to him. “we both know they’re wrong,” your finger cheekily running down the buttons of his tight fit henley.

“do we baby? or must i remind us?” sunghoon’s fingers find the skin of your exposed waist, cold metal rings making you shiver slightly under his touch.

he lifts you with ease, big hands practically engulfing your waist as you wrap your legs around him, fingers threading through the silky strands of his midnight black hair, a small tug before your lips find his.

tongues tangled and lips pressed tightly as the both of you share a breath of air. you moan into the kiss, hips grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans.

sunghoon breaks the kiss, head thrown back in visible ecstasy as he lets out a breathy groan. your fingers run down to his biceps, bulging and flexed, “fuck hoon, when did your biceps get so huge,” you’re practically drooling as sunghoon finds his way to his bed, placing you down gently before he removes his top, toned pale skin gleaming under the dimmed lights.

“since i met you,” he smirks, devilishly handsome in his limelight as he crawls on top of you, lips aggressively pressed against yours as his fingers skilfully unhooks your bra, pulling your top down to reveal your boobs.

“hoon” you wimper, his ring clad fingers fiddling with your nipples, cold silver making them perk up as you feel your panties cling onto your wet pussy in need. “i need you.”

“i need you too baby,” he moans, fingers fiddling with your nipples before he gives them each a slick lick, tongue swirling before he sucks at them.

your fingers claw at his back as his other hand finds its way under your skirt, panties pushed to the side before he slips two thick digits into you, a quick rhythm before he adds a third finger, curling them as you feel waves of pleasure hit you.

you gasp, nails digging into his shoulder blades as sunghoon remains unfazed, eyes and mouth attentively focused on the mounds on your chest — teeth grazing them as he leaves purple lovebites around your chest and collarbone.

his fingers pull out, a creamy string of slick following their movements as he stares at you, eyes darkened as he pops each of his fingers into his mouth one at a time, a clean lick before he hums in contentment.

your body is hot and your mind is filled with nothing but the boy on top of you. he consumes your mind, you need him, now.

your feet press against his tented bulge, travelling to his belt as a needy gesture. “be patient baby, i’m not done with this yet,” his thumb presses against your sensitive clit as your hips thrust uncontrollably.

“hold your legs wide open for me,” he instructs before he spreads your pussy open, tongue darting in and out as you let out a string of babble, “just like that baby” he moans into your pussy as milky cum leaves your gaping hole in pumps, “you really want this bad, huh?”

you nod, throat dry as you watch sunghoon undo his belt in one swift motion, a hungry look in his eyes as he pulls his bulbous shaft out, raging red mushroom tip leaking precum.

sunghoon doesn’t waste any time before inserting his dick into you, veiny and rock hard as he feels your pussy squeeze him. and in this moment, the both of you are on cloud nine as he drills his cock into you again and again, pace relentless as your body practically folded into two from the sheer power, bed frame rocking in harmony.

the sight of you and your lewd moans of his name is more than enough for sunghoon to cum almost too quickly, his cock twitching in the warmth of your pussy as he hits your g spot with every thrust of his hips.

and he’s intoxicated at the very thought of you, deep moans leaving his mouth as he chases the sounds of you. in this very moment, you own him.

“fuck, i can’t get enough of you baby,” he mutters as the both of you reach a high, hot cum filling your pussy, as sunghoon pulls you impossibly closer to him, strings of cum connecting your bodies as he fucks you harder, faster till you’re shaking beneath him.

sunghoon picks you up, cock still buried deep inside you, biceps flexing as he bounces you up and down. your body is lax and your fingers wrap tightly around his muscles as you moan into his nape, pretty sounds in his ear.

his cock spurts hot seed into you, which drips down onto his sweaty thighs, your bodies sticky and hot as his lips drown yours in a messy kiss.

“you’re such a horndog,” you complain affectionately once his lips leave yours. he grins, hands wrapped tightly around your plush skin as he sits on the edge of the bed, cock twitching at the sight of your pretty face.

“hoon,” you playfully slap his shoulder, as he shrugs, “can’t help it, you made me like this.”

“i did, didn’t i” you tease, “without me, you’d just be a millennial trapped in a hot man’s body.”

“i can’t believe they said i’m a millennial,” sunghoon huffs cutely, cheeks puffed out in frustration, “and that i don’t know how to use my fingers.” a pause, “maybe we should take a video and send it to them next time.”

you choke, “what?”

“or should we do it now?”

the man before you looks too good to be in his mid-thirties, jawline silver sharp with features devil-blessed as he towers over, fingers pinching the flesh of your ass as he tsks, “brats like you don’t deserve a ninety,” his cold and stern voice sending shivers down your spine as you gnaw at your lips, already turned on by the mere fact that his hands were under your skirt.

“but you promised,” your hands reaching for the obvious tent forming on his dress pants, palming the fabric as you feel his cock harden, lust filled mind slowly loosing your purpose and complaints as you look down, tongue licking the drool that was leaking out of your lips.

one of jay’s hands move to lift your chin up, caressing your pillow lips as he stared at you, nothing but cold sharpness, “want it brat?” he smirks, landing an echoing slap on your ass that makes you gasp in pleasure and pain, “then beg me for it.”

you immediately drop to your knees, nails clicking against the silver metal of his belt as you look up to jay as if he was your master, your god. his hands follow your hastily ones, removing his belt and pulling out his girthy cock, bulbous mushroom tip red with anger and leaking with precum.

your eyes linger of jay’s figure as you lengthen your tongue, pressing the tip of your tongue against the base of his cock before licking, your tongue skilfully wrapping around the tip of his cock as you move your fingers around to pump, cheeks hollow as you move in and out, head bobbing as you feel rough hands pressing your head further in and his cock at the back of your throat.

jay hums, head leaned against the chalkboard, fingers wrapped around the strands of your hair, “such a slut for me hmm,” he groans as he finally releases you from his hold, your face plastered in drool as you gasp for air, “if only everyone else in class knew who you really were.”

you moan airily, pussy aching and throbbing at the thought of getting caught, body hot from the idea of everyone watching you fuck your hot professor. “professor park,” you call out, as he watches you — all flustered and worked up, body basically grinding against his polished leather shoes just for a form of relief. “fuck me, please.”

jay pushes his dress shoes up, the rounded tip practically digging into your clothed pussy as the sticky, wet fabric clung unto the leather. “please,” you beg yet again, hips instinctively jutting against his shoe pathetically.

he lets out a small curse, wondering what he’d done in his past life to get such a brat as his student. his muscular arms wrapping around your body as he sprawls you out on the desk, flicking your skirt up in one single movement.

“such a whore for your professor aren’t you,” his fingers skilfully hooking your panties to the side before rubbing his thumb against your puffy folds. jay watches intently as you squeam under his actions, finger rubbing circles before pushing into your pussy.

you squeal, fingers clawing at the wooden table as he inserts two more fingers, stretching you wide. “professor park,” you call out as it reverberates across the vast and empty lecture hall. jay scoffs, fingers curling as he quickens the pace, other hand loosening the very tie that you bought him for his birthday just last semester before you finally come undone, cum pulsating out of your gaping hole as jay wastes no time in inserting his cock into you.

your words don’t come out of your mouth and you’re reduced to nothing but a perverted mess under your professor, head lolling to the side and tongue drooping out of your open mouth as he drills his cock into you. more, more, more your mind chants like a mantra as you tighten around jay who’s cock hits your g-spot.

you let out a broken cry as you cum yet again, pussy pulsating as jay pulls out, veiny cock covered in your cum as he slaps it across your cheeks, a signal to open wide before he himself releases his load into your mouth.

your face is a mess, mascara running down your cheeks with streaks of thick ivory cum slathered across your face yet jay stands sleek and clean, suit and tie still acceptably neat as he whips out his phone to snap a picture of you before dusting off his clothes, seemingly no evidence of him fucking you mad evident on him except the slick prevalent on his shoe.

and then he leaves, just like he always does and you hate it; you hate how much you want him to ruin you over and over again.