#jiyong

you watched as your boyfriend got ready for his event. he was stood in front of the mirror, tousling his hair and trying to get it perfect for what seemed like forever. you were sat in bed, watching him, wearing only his t-shirt and some underwear - a reminder from last night. jiyong met your eyes through the mirror. “don’t give me that look, jagiya.”

you sat up a little straighter in bed, covering your bare legs with the bedsheets. “hm? what look?”

jiyong turned around to face you, giving you a knowing smile. “like you’re trying to undress me. i have to leave soon.”

“how soon?”

he checked his watch, “fifteen minutes.”

you smiled and beckoned him over. “that’s enough time for me.”

jiyong shook his head with a smile, but walked over to you, sitting down on the bed next to you. you pulled him in closer, running a hand through his hair.

“baby, i just spent half an hour getting my hair perfect.”

you leaned in closer, just barely brushing your lips to his, whispering, “i’ll fix it for you later. don’t you want me right now?”

that was enough to break jiyong.

he pushed you down onto the bed, kissing you roughly. his hand slipped into your underwear, making you gasp as his cold fingers touched your warm and already wet folds. he smirked at your reaction, slipping two fingers into you and using his thumb to rub your clit simultaneously. you moaned at his touch, arching your back in an attempt to feel him closer to you. jiyong removed his hand from your underwear, instead trailing it up your body, his hands roaming under your bare shirt.

you took the opportunity to roll him over, pushing him down onto the bed, climbing onto his lap, and straddling him, before connecting your lips with his. jiyong kissed you back, passionately and yearningly, like he was trying to soak up every fiber of your being. you smirked into the kiss, loving how needy he could get so quickly. you moved your hips against his lap, the friction making you moan against his lips and tangle your fist in his hair. jiyong groaned as you tugged on his hair and his hands made their way to your hips, trying to pull you in closer to him - if that was even possible.

you began to undo his belt, and jiyong lifted his hips up slightly to tug his pants down just enough, as you threw your underwear on the bedroom floor. you aligned yourself with his length, rubbing it across your wet folds a couple of times, before sinking down onto him.

jiyong stifled a moan, his breath shuddering, as you sank deeper onto him. he rested his hands on your hips, pulling you in as close to him as he possibly could, your foreheads pressing together. you rested one hand on the back of his neck, trying to keep him close, and the other on the headboard for stability as you began moving up and down.

you stayed close to him, foreheads pressed together, letting your body heat and breathy moans consume each other. as you continued to move, you threw your head back a bit, to which jiyong took the opportunity to kiss your neck, while one hand moved up under your shirt. your rhythms were synchronized, your lips connecting as you swallowed each other's moans and soft, dirty phrases whispered.

you felt yourself getting closer, your hand moving from the headboard to jiyong's shoulder for stability, your fingers digging into his skin. jiyong knew what that meant, murmuring, "come for me, baby." with a couple more messy movements and jiyong helping guide your hips up and down, you felt yourself unravel, shaking into jiyong's chest. you pulled him closer to you, hands wrapping around his neck, as he continued thrusting up into you, chasing his own pleasure.

every movement was overstimulating, painfully pleasureful. you whined into jiyong's ear, still holding onto him, as his movements got faster. "'m close, baby..." he murmured. "be patient for me." you could only provide a small gasp in response, as his pace quickened. two more sloppy movements, and you felt jiyong spilling into you, shaking slightly as he slowed down and held you.

his hands slipped under your shirt to trace small, loving circles on your back. after a couple minutes, he helped you off of him, laying you down softly on the bed and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "i'll be right back."

he went into the bathroom, returning a couple of minutes later, looking as if nothing had happened, except for his disheveled hair. he held a towel in his hand and gently cleaned you up, before sitting down in bed next to you again, pulling you close to him.

"now i don't want to go to this event." he mumbled.

you laughed, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "you're gonna have fun."

"i'll miss you," jiyong murmured, as if he was going to be gone for eternity.

"you're so dramatic," you smiled, sitting up a bit and cupping his face. "but i'll miss you too."

you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it down a bit. "you look really good."

jiyong groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. "i really don't want to go."

you smiled, pulling him away to press a kiss to his lips. "go. have fun. i don't want you to be late."

Jiyong had had a shit day.  Like one of the worst.  Staff wasn’t listening to him, one of the deals he was trying to work on with a designer fell through, just found out one of the artists he had negotiated a collab with had a scheduling conflict, and now to top it all off, you weren’t answering your phone.

You lived across town from where he was, but he was desperate to blow off some steam and you were always so… compliant.  You weren’t in an exclusive relationship by any means, and truthfully, Jiyong was so caught up in himself that he hadn’t even considered trying to make anything official.  You were young, probably too young, and all he really had time for was fitting you into his schedule when it made sense.  

Lucky for him, you were obsessed with the idol.  You’d somehow convinced yourself along the way that what he gave you was enough, that you didn’t need or crave more.  It was mostly easy, albeit sometimes inconvenient for your own schedule and plans when he called you over at the drop of a hat, but that’s what you did.  What you always had done.  Anything he ever asked you to do.

Once he approached your apartment door, he lifted his hand to knock when he heard the muffled laughter and low music coming from inside and he pinched his eyes shut, groaning in annoyance.  Instead of announcing his arrival, he turned the doorknob and pushed his way inside to find you perched on your sofa, surrounded by a group of three of your girlfriends all with various cocktails in hand.

Hearing the door open, you lifted your head and smiled brightly watching the older man 14 years your senior walk in.  “Ji!!!!”  Leaning forward, you placed your drink down on the coffee table in front of you and jogged over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before kissing his cheek enthusiastically.  “I didn’t know you were coming over!”

Doing his best not to be rude to your friends, he gave a tight lipped grin to them as you made your way over.  Placing a limp palm on the small of your back as you embraced him, he turned to make it appear as if he was kissing your temple, but instead mumbled darkly into your ear.  

“I had a shit day, and you’d better get rid of everyone in this apartment or I swear to god I’m gonna fuck you on the first flat surface I can get you to, and I know you don’t want anyone to know what you sound like when I’m fucking my frustrations out on you.”

Pulling back from him, your eyes widened as you met his gaze; dark and deadly serious.  Your cheeks flushed a rosy pink at the implication, and how fucking entitled he sounded, coming into your home and making such demands.  And yet…

“Uhh, girls… I think we’re gonna need to continue our party another night,” you said, turning to look at your friends over your shoulder.  Jiyong stepped from the door and meandered into the kitchen, helping himself to a glass of water as you made your apologies to the other girls.  

Once the last one stepped out of your apartment, and you shut the door quietly behind you, you turned to face him.  “Who the hell do you think you are coming into my place and telling me what to do?  And making me kick my friends out when I had already made plans?”  You tried to sound menacing as you made your way into the kitchen, firmly letting him know that you were definitely not ok with his antics.

Jiyong kept his mouth shut, head hanging down as he stared at the half-empty glass of water on the counter in front of him, letting you spout off your words of distaste.  Finally, he peered up at you through his dark lashes.  “You finished?”

“I…” his question made you pause, speechless.  Trying to figure out something to say, you parted your lips again as he slowly, predatorily made his way over to you.  “You can’t just come over here and demand things, Jiyong.  You aren’t even my boyfriend…”

Standing right in front of you, his breath fanning your face in the proximity, he calmly clasped his hands in front of himself.  “Get on your knees.”  His voice was soft, though there was no question about his sincerity.  

Shifting your weight on your feet, you furrowed your brows at him.  “No.”

With a dry laugh, he raked his eyes down your petite frame, silently calculating his next move.  “Cute you think that I was asking.”  

Seconds later, he reached forward and grabbed a handful of your hair, roughly tugging your head to the side.  “You know how this works, I tell you to do something, and you do it.”  You parted your lips, whimpering at the harsh way he was yanking you around.  “Now, let me say it again.  Get.  On.  Your fucking.  Knees.”  He whispered through clenched teeth, his nose close enough to brush yours as he stared into your eyes.

With your breath caught in your throat, you slowly sank to your knees, his grip still firm in your hair.  Once you were kneeling before him, looking up at him through your lashes, the tips already wet with a tear that had pricked on the edge, he murmured appreciatively.  “That’s a good girl.”  Pushing your head forward, he roughly rubbed your face on the growing bulge inside of his jeans, your hands lifting to his thighs for stability.  “Now suck it.”

You were so conflicted.  You hated that he felt like he had some control over you and that you were helpless to it.  On the other hand, you loved the way he spoke to you, and the way he used you like his own personal fuck toy.  Right now?  Your panties were already soaked with how he was roughing you around.

Somewhat afraid to challenge him further, your shaking fingers went to his belt buckle first, undoing it before you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.  “Faster.”  He hissed, causing your hands to fumble a bit more as you pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring out, already flushed, red, and leaking.  Before you could even reach for it on your own, Jiyong’s hand went to the base of his shaft and smacked you in the cheek with his cock.

“Open up.”  Obediently, you did, still slightly stunned at his actions.  Sticking out your tongue, just the way you knew he liked, he bent down and spit filthily into your mouth.  A low groan slipped out of your throat, and you hated the way your body betrayed your humiliation.  Jiyong chuckled darkly as he began tapping the head of his cock on your tongue, now even wetter with his saliva pooling onto it.  “Such a little slut… moaning and you haven’t even gotten my cock in your mouth yet.”

Without giving you any time to rebut, he placed both of his hands on your cheeks and roughly fucked himself into your mouth in one punishing thrust.  Surprised at the sudden deep intrusion, you couldn’t help but gag around him, your hands frantically going to his thighs again to give yourself something to hold onto.    

Pulling out just as quickly as he pushed himself in, you gasped for air loudly, trying to gain some self control, but it was no use as he roughly thrust himself back in. Letting go of one of your cheeks, he raked his fingers through your hair almost reverently as he gave you the opportunity to start sucking him off at your own pace.  

Creating a good, steady rhythm, you tried to do everything just the way he liked - your tongue teasing the underside of his head, hollowing your cheeks at the right time, letting the drool start to come out of the side of your mouth.   “Juuust like that, fuck, love seeing your pretty face get all messy.”

With the wall of the kitchen a few inches away from you, Ji decided to take control again, and  bent you back just enough to rest your head against the wall.  “Perfect, now you just stay still like the little fuck doll you are.”  He mumbled, and started a brutal pace of fucking himself in and out of your wet mouth.  Pinching your eyes shut, your fingertips dug into his thighs, grounding yourself as you just took it.

Eventually, he pulled himself out, leaving a sticky trail of saliva hanging from the tip of his cock that connected to your tongue.  Blinking your eyes open, you inhaled deeply, trying to regain control over your breathing as Jiyong grabbed your hair again in his fist.  “Hands and knees.”  With a small whimper, you looked up at him and cautiously lowered yourself to distribute your weight on all fours.  

Looking down at you lecherously, he bent down to grasp the waistband of your shorts and tugged them roughly down over the curve of your ass, and down to your thighs, exposing your bare cunt to the room.  Seeing your glistening folds, he chuckled to himself again, dragging a single finger through your wetness.  “Knew you loved getting used by me.”

Letting go of you, he took a few steps in front of you, onto the carpeted floor of the living room.  Stopping right by the back of the sofa, he turned around to look at you.  Wordlessly, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot right by his foot.  Calling you over like a damn dog.

And yet, here you were, slowly, tentatively crawling over to him.  God you hated the way he treated you, and even more you hated the way you just fell for it every fucking time.  

Once you were stopped in front of the spot on the carpet below his finger, he smirked, and patted you on the head.  “Good little bitch.”

Stepping around behind you, he leaned forward just enough to place his open palm on the back of your head, forcing your cheek down to the carpet below and your ass up in the perfectly arched position.  His free hand went back to your pussy, cupping it roughly as he mused aloud.  “You look good all soaking wet.  Bet you feel good too…”

With no warning, Jiyong drug the fingertips of two of his fingers through your messy folds, rubbing lazy circles over your clit before he dipped them back down to your opening, and thrusted them both into your heat.  “Fuck, Ji…” you moaned, eyes pinching shut as your velvety walls clenched around his fingers.  

“What’s that?”  He teased, finger-fucking your cunt at a leisurely pace, letting you feel every knuckle drag against your sensitive skin.  “I didn’t hear you, Doll.  Speak up.”  

You keened gutturally, starting to rocking your hips back against his hand.  “More… please, faster.”

“God… such a needy little thing, aren’t you?  Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”  Jiyong’s voice was patronizing, dripping with condescension as he slowly started to increase the pace of his ministrations.  “You just want me to use this pretty little pussy, don’t you?  Make you cum all over my fingers?”

Your desperation was getting the better of you, lips parted as you exhaled moans over and over again, a small puddle of drool forming on the carpet below you.  “Please, please Ji… please.”  Your hips were acting on their own, chasing a release that you knew you’d only get if you did everything he said.

“Listen to you asking all nicely… ok Doll… let’s give you one, shall we?”  Jiyong dropped to his knees behind you, one hand smacking down on your ass roughly as you lurched forward with the sting.  “Come back here and stay still so I can make you cum like a good little slut.”  He grunted, another crack to your ass with his bare hand.  

Curling his fingers in a hooked position, he angled the pads of his tips to the perfect, spongy spot that made you see stars.  Your hands splayed out on the carpet in front of you, flexing them tensely as you moaned obscenely.  “Fuck… just like that, just like that please…”

Doubling down his efforts, Jiyong started to thrust his fingers in and out of you relentlessly, adding just the perfect amount of pressure on your g-spot everytime that you cried out, the tight coil in your lower belly threatening to break at any second.  “Ffffuuhhh, gonna cum…” you slurred out, fucking yourself on his long fingers.

“Don’t talk about it, just fucking cum Doll.  Cum,” he demanded, his thumb slipping down to your puffy clit.  With barely extra stimulation needed, you broke, body frantically shuddering through the orgasm that temporarily blinded you.  Fingernails dug into the carpet, your back arched, and you wailed out as Jiyong kept fingering you roughly through every wave of your climax.  

He was mesmerized with your body, perfect, pliable and boneless just for him.  As he felt your breathing attempt to slow down, he pulled his fingers out, only to add in a third one and he began fucking all three into you at a punishing rate.  “One more.  Give me one more.”

“Ji… Ji, I can’t,” you cried, trying to lift your head and possibly attempt to crawl away from him.  Hooking his hand around your thigh, he pulled you back, forcing his fingers even deeper inside your oversensitive cunt and you moaned lewdly.  

With another smack to your ass, he pushed harder down on your soft spot, deep inside your pussy and thumb frantically rubbed circles over your puffy clit.  “I said one fucking more.  I know you can do it, you’ve got it in you.  I hear that wet mess of a pussy… shit, I bet I could make you squirt all over yourself, couldn’t I, slut?”

Your voice broke in a cry, unable to do anything but lay there, ass up in the air, and take his assault.  But, Jiyong got impatient.  And so he pulled his fingers out of your pussy, causing you to exhale in relief, your back relaxing as you tried to calm yourself once more.  While you were silently thinking he’d given you a moment of reprieve, he roughly grabbed both of your hips with his hands and angled the head of his cock against your soaked cunt, and thrust inside in one bruising motion.

“FUCK!”  You cried out, everything tensing again as he bottomed himself out inside of you.  Trying to lift your head to look over your shoulder at him, he stopped you from moving by shoving two of the fingers that had been inside your pussy into your mouth, hooking them into your cheek and keeping your cheek pressed against the carpet below.

“You didn’t want my fingers anymore.  So suck them like the dirty little girl you are,” he said between clenched teeth.  “Taste how fucking sweet your pussy is, always so wet just for me.”  His hips rocked backwards again, dragging his length almost completely out of your warm walls before he fucked himself back inside of you roughly.

His pace increased relentlessly, pummeling in and out of you harshly, and so deep you would’ve sworn the tip of his cock was hitting your cervix.  All that could be heard shortly thereafter was your pathetic noises, Jiyong’s grunting, and the unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin.

Not even coherent of your thoughts or the words babbling out of your mouth, you began begging him.  “Ji, fuck me… gonna make me cum all over you, please please please fuck me, give it to me,” you mumbled between cries, doing your best to just stay upright as he roughly fucked you from behind.

“Gonna fucking breed this pretty cunt.  Stuff you so fucking full of me it’ll drip everywhere…” he groaned, curling his torso over your back, one hand roughly fumbling for your braless tits beneath your tee.  Grabbing one of them roughly, he pressed his forehead to your back, his hips snapping against your ass cheeks.  “Gonna take every last fucking drop of what I give you, won’t you Doll?”

His possessive words were just enough to tip you over your edge, pussy walls tightening around his thick cock which he struggled to keep fucking into you as you came.  Loud, shaking, overstimulated and soso sensitive.  Jiyong didn’t stop his pistoning hips until your body almost entirely went slack below him, his fingers on your tit digging into your supple skin and the other gripping tightly on your hip as he chased his own release.

No more than two rough pumps later, Jiyong stilled deep inside your fluttering pussy, groaning obscenely into your back as he held on and spurted himself into you in long, thick ropes of cum.  He stayed like that longer than normal, his body still twitching as he just kept cumming, filling your tight walls so full that he could feel it starting to leak out around him.

Taking a deep breath, he sighed and pushed himself back up, looking down to where your bodies were still connected and smirked at the creamy white ring that was surrounding the base of his cock, still buried deep inside you.  “Fucking best way to end a shitty day,” he mumbled to himself, slowly pulling out of your pulsing walls as he watched his cum start to ooze out of you and drip lewdly onto the floor.  “Making you an utter mess, chock full of me.”