live and love

Lee Jun Young as Geum Seong Je

"JUST THE TIP, BABY": 금성제

pairing. geum seongje / wolf keum x f!reader

synopsis. you're busy while seongje's needy — a little compromising would make everybody happy!

an. oh boy...... 🙂‍↕️ enjoy this while i finish up my longer requests

cw. smut 18+ mdni. seongje's a needy manipulative freak!! cussing. degrading established relationship. he lowkey a liar im sorry this is really not my best work LOL...... soft slap against the face, nothing too harsh

playing. practice by drake, what you need by the weeknd

"i'm busy, seongje, please!"

"come on, you've been neglecting me all fuckin' week," he's faux whining, pout too exaggerated to be real — seongje's hands wander from your shoulders to your chest, each second feeling like electricity on your skin.

it started off innocent enough. your boyfriend offered you a shoulder massage after seeing you'd been slaving away at school work the entire night, frustrated sighs leaving your pretty lips making him gaze over at you a little too long: it wasn't his fault that you just looked so cute, all upset because you couldn't solve one or two problems.

"you know i've been busy."

"too busy for me?"

geum seongje's voice gets all dark and sultry when there's something he wants from you. he knows exactly what moves to pull out from under his sleeve to get you right where he wants: that was the creepy thing about him.

it was like he knew your body better than you. knew exactly what to say or what to do and which reaction it'd illicit. it was like watching a play that he'd directed — you're an art piece that only he understood, only his to analyse.

you sit up, which causes his hands to slip from their previous position on your shoulders. he chuckles, which only makes your stomach turn. he's fucking amused. "yes, too busy for you."

you stand up from your chair, turning around to face him with your arms crossed. geum seongje sits lazily on his bed, legs spread, head tilted with an evident look of gratification on his face.

always looking at you like you were a toy to entertain him.

"come on. . . quickie? you know you cum quick with me," his cheshire smile sends chills down your spine, "need you so bad, baby."

"geum seongje, i'm not having sex with you right now! it always ends up being more than hour—"

seongje laughs at your frustrated tone. he can't take you seriously with that cute, angry pout, and your furrowed eyebrows that make you look like a hungry kitten.

his arms reach out for you, pulling you in between his thighs. in the warm light of your bedroom, your boyfriend's features look like they'd been hand crafted by the gods themselves. you try to pry yourself out of his grip, but he soon presses a kiss right to your collarbone.

you whimper when he starts to leave more. he always knew it was a weak spot of yours, so sly.

"missed this," seongje mutters in between sloppy kisses. he sucks at the skin, tongue swiping against your flesh — it makes you giddy, your arms are quick to rest on his shoulders to stabilise yourself.

he looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, brown irises piercing, seeing through you like glass; his eyelashes bat at you once or twice before he speaks again: "i promise, just the tip. won't be long. you can get back to your stupid school shit after."

when the worries of assignments due tomorrow start to fade, you know you're fucked. "you really promise?" you ask, and seongje's chest once again swells with pride at how easy he's played you right into his trap.

it's not long before geum seongje's got your back on your soft sheets — the pillows thrown onto the floor in the heat of an intense make-out session, which you don't even remember beginning. it was starting to get all fuzzy. the only thing you could focus on was how your boyfriend's kisses are getting sloppier, saliva exchanging between your tongues as if the sounds weren't something pulled from a porno.

the ache in his sweatpants hasn't left him ever since you began studying. he's quick to pull at the string of his sweatpants, loosening it, still not breaking the clash of teeth and lips that you two were busy with.

"s-seongje, you promise—" you breathe against his lips before he's biting down on your bottom lip again. "just the tip, right?"

you whimper into his mouth when his fingers pull at the waistband of your shorts, slipping it off in one quick motion. seongje's not listening to a word you say with the way he can only focus on how swollen your pretty lips look, all bitten, calling his name.

"yeah, yeah, whatever—" his index and finger pulls your black lace panties to the side, not patient enough to fully slide them off your legs — oddly, it turns him on even more seeing that pretty bow while he's inside. "fuck, baby. . . you did this on purpose?"

you roll your eyes, getting all shy and flustered. "shut up, just hurry. . ."

his growing smirk stirs something inside your chest, distracting you from the fact that his briefs are pulled down and he's aligning his swollen tip at your entrance. the mix of precum and slick make it easier for him, and he once again feels immense pride at the fact that he didn't need to prep you beforehand — not that he's ever needed to before. you swore he'd only ever use his fingers just so he'd have an excuse to edge you, considering he always lacks control to do so when he's inside of you.

when you feel seongje's cock slowly sink into you, a low groan makes your nervous system go into overload. "o-oh fuuuck, [name]. . ."

seongje's hips still just as you fully take his tip in. he swears you're sucking him in, almost folds with the way you whimper his name against his neck. he has half a mind to slam his hips against yours, have you cumming all over in record time so you'd be able to get back to studying — he swore his original plan was to try and be considerate: remind himself of what your insides felt like, pull out, get himself off while you finished your work. he made that much clear to you before pushing you onto the bed earlier, after seeing your cutely worried face.

seongje was surprised that you even agreed. he hoped you'd have a little more discipline than him, because in all honesty, he wasn't sure if he could stop himself from pounding into you like the world would end tomorrow.

seongje has to admit the plan has gone out the window. there was no way in hell he'd be able to pull out without slamming his cock back inside your sweet cunt — you should've known better than to trust his shitty plan.

"can't pull out," he breathes, forehead pressing against yours. soft pants leave your lips as you stare into your boyfriend's pretty eyes. "so fuckin' soft inside. you're sucking me in."

you regret ever letting him into your home today. your eyebrows knit in frustration — you didn't want to admit it, but you felt so fucking empty, and it was killing you. every nerve in your body was screaming more, more, more. when you remember all the previous times you and seongje had sex, you can only focus on how full you felt every single time — he's always managing to stretch you out, slowly and deliciously — only having the tip feels more like a punishment to you than to him.

"n-need more," you blurt out, and seongje's already wandering eyes immediately dart back up to meet yours. "just fuck me properly, asshole. you're already pushing it in."

he lets a chuckle escape his lips, heavy breathing following suit. he doesn't say anything — instead sinking his hips till his pelvis meets yours — it earns a long, pornographic moan from you.

"fuuuck, seongje—" you sob, sniffles being the only thing he hears before he pulls out and buries himself inside of you again. "too b-big, oh my god,"

"i know, my baby," he mutters, his left hand tucking your hair behind your ear before he presses a loving kiss to your nose bridge. "taking me so well, mm? i'll be quick, promise."

for such a manipulative man, he sure knows how to make love.

sooner or later, all the gentle touches fade and he's slamming his hips into you haphazardly — your broken moans and soft sobbing fill the room. your legs hang off the bed, wrapping around seongje's waist almost as if to say don't let go.

"s-so fucking good, s-seongje, don't stop," you whine. as if that was in his control, he thinks.

his hands grip your waist so firmly you’re sure they’ll leave bruises. when you finally tear your eyes away from the way his abs glisten under the soft glow of your desk lamp, they land instead on the pile of textbooks stacked messily on your desk.

soon, you feel a hand landing a soft slap at your face.

"l-look at me while i'm in you, yeah? keep those pretty eyes on me," he demands. you feel something starting to tighten in your core — your boyfriend's soft moans only pushing you closer towards the edge. "o-oh fuck, squeezing me so tight. . . greedy, aren't you?"

"s-so mean, seongje," you attempt to respond.

your pout almost makes him cum on the spot. the way you're struggling to respond to him or even react to his words tells him everything he needs to know — you were going to cum all over really, really soon.

small ah's roll off your pretty tongue before seongje's leaning in to close the wide gap. he greets you with an open-mouthed kiss, tongue swirling with yours as you whimper his name against his lips.

"such a fucking slut," the last word pierces through you, you almost felt like geum seongje meant it. "all for me, mm?"

you nod feverishly at his question, desperate to make your boyfriend feel good even when you were too far gone yourself. he smiles at the quick response — trained you so well.

there's hair sticking to both your foreheads. seongje's quick to feel his way up your shirt, fondling your breasts as they jiggle up and down at his rhythm — he finds it so amusing, as if he hasn't done the same thing millions of times before. you always found his addiction to your chest a bit odd.

when his pace starts to falter and your thighs start to twitch, you both know you're close. on a regular day, seongje would be dragging this out a bit longer, but today... the long standing ache in his briefs were enough to determine his end goal. he hadn't had any restraint left by the time you were underneath him.

"i'm gonna fucking cum," you cry, arms around seongje's neck as his breathing gets faster and heavier. "i-i'm close, seongje,"

the way you look so dumb under him makes him feel like he just climbed mount everest. always so easy, turning your brain to mush when he's sinking his cock deep inside of you. "cum for me, baby," seongje's groaning as his tip kisses your cervix, every vein making itself known and remembered against your walls. "can feel you squeezing, f-fuck—"

it's no wonder he always felt like your pussy was made just for him to use. he really swears it was.

you felt so stuffed, the wind being knocked out of you with every thrust of seongje's hips. it doesn't take long to feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten again — and it scares you how seongje's hand flies to your cunt to rub quick, frantic circles on your clit.

your moans get louder, the tears starting to stream down your cheeks. the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass makes you shake, and he can only wear that stupid fucking smile that makes your blood run cold.

"f-fuuuck, seongje, i-i can't!" you sniffle, nails digging into the bare skin of his trapezius. you know he'll be showing that shit off for the next few days to his little union friends. "it's too much, w-wait—"

"told you you'd be cumming quick, right?" he taunts, that fucking thumb making you see stars of various shapes and sizes — you were starting to forget your own name with every wet slap of skin you heard. "man of my word, baby."

"o-ooh fuck, i'm cumming, s-seongje, i'm gonna cum—!"

and with one last harsh thrust, you're coming undone: thighs twitching, broken sobs escaping from your throat, eyes spilling tears that taste so sweet to your boyfriend — he's kissing them away as you clench down on him. you hear a satisfied hum as his hips begin to pull away from yours.

you see the muscles in seongje's jaw twitch as he tries not to fill you up with his cum, which was difficult in itself: your cunt's busy clenching down on his length like it was the last time you two would ever share a bed.

your mind is still hazy from the orgasm when he stops moving completely, right at the where his tip ends and thick shaft begins. your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, every touch from seongje feeling like being struck by lightning. his thumb wipes a stray tear on your jawline, before a smirk manifests on his stupidly attractive face.

"think we should time how long you take to cum again," he chuckles, the corners of his lips sharply turning upwards. "should i, baby?"

when you feel his rough palms pry your legs from his waist, instead folding them to meet your chest, you feel your heart rate soar. your ankles rest against his shoulder in a mating press — seongje's favourite position, other than when you ride him.

"you said just the tip, seongje!" you mutter, hands landing a weak smack to his bare chest. seongje's pupils darting back up from your ass to meet your eyes. "i g-got shit to do, you know—"

"couldn't help it," seongje wears a faux pout, clearly mocking the one you have on your face right now — he thinks you're most adorable when you're sulking. "give me one more and i'll think about letting you go, huh?" he sneers before you feel his hips retract.

goodnight im going to bed now.... 🥳