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đđ đŠđđđđ â€ïžâ after crossing the line with your best friend, you finally reunite for a simple date to clarify things only for him to completely snap the second you're alone. (pt.1)
đđđđ§đ§đđ„đâđŠ đđđđ âââ đৠsmut. (mdni) || warnings ' needy!jake bsf2lovers obsessive behavior praise kink mutual pining cunnilingus face riding oral sex fingering creampie || talktalk ' iâm really sorry for the wait, a lot of people have been asking me for a part two so here we are, also i made this while i was sick so i hope it didn't turned out bad lol.
a whole week had passed since that morning, and the silence between you two had been nearly deafening. youâd exchanged a few scattered, hesitant texts mostly logistical check-ins or some tiktoks but you hadn't seen each other in person. the weight of what had happened was probably too much for you.
when jake finally texted asking to meet up at a quiet little bubble tea shop not so far from where you lived, your heart did a little nervous flip.
when he looked up and caught your eye, his posture instantly straightened.
"hey" he said, his voice soft as you slid into the booth opposite him. he pushed a plastic cup with a fat straw toward you. "i ordered your usual taro with boba, half sweet."
"thanks jakey" you said, offering a faint smile as you took a sip.
for the first ten minutes, the air was thick with a fragile awkwardness. jake kept fidgeting with his cup, his long fingers tearing the paper wrapper of his straw into tiny pieces. he looked like he wanted to jump out of his skin, his eyes constantly darting to your face, then down to your lips then back to his drink. the shameless pervert from a week ago seemed to have retreated behind a wall of pure anxious restraint.
"so," jake started, clearing his throat, his dark eyes fixing onto yours with a sudden serious intensity. "are we...how are you? you've been a little quiet this week."
"i was just giving us space to process," you admitted, swirling the pearls at the bottom of your cup. "it was a lot jake. we jumped from best friends to...whatever that was, in less than twenty four hours."
jake swallowed hard his jaw clenching slightly. "i know and i'm sorry if i freaked you out, i was so desperate that night y/n. i couldn't hold it in anymore but the last thing i ever wanted to do was make you feel weird around me."
he reached across the small wooden table, his hand hovering hesitatingly over yours before he finally plucked up the courage to let his fingers brush against your knuckles. the simple touch sent a little shiver through your spine.
"i miss you" he added, his voice dropping into a whisper, completely dropping any act of playing it cool. "fucking hell y/n. this week has been torture, i couldn't stop thinking about you. i couldn't even look at my couch without losing my mind."
a soft flushed giggle escaped your lips, the thick tension in the air instantly dissolving. "you're ridiculous dummy."
"i'm serious" jake insisted, a small hopeful smile tugging at his lips as he squeezed your hand tightly. "look, my apartment is like five minutes away. do you want to just... leave here and go back to my place? we can actually talk properly or just chill. no pressure i swear, i just want you near me."
you looked into his eyes, seeing the same devotion, warmth and desperate needy edge that had drawn you in from the start. "yeah" you whispered. "let's go to your place".
the walk to jakeâs apartment was quiet, but it was no longer tense. his fingers were securely intertwined with yours the entire way, his thumb stroking the back of your hand gently.
the moment the front door to his apartment clicked shut behind you, the pretense of "just talking" completely shattered.
jake didn't even wait for you to take your shoes off. he threw his keys onto the entryway table, turned around and crowded you right up against the wooden door. his hands came up to frame your face, his palms warm against your cheeks, his dark eyes blown wide with an overwhelming hunger.
"j-jake" you gasped, your hands automatically coming up to grip his waist feeling the tight, firm muscles beneath his sweater. "we were supposed to clarify things."
"we are clarifying" he insisted, his voice breaking into a needy, pathetic whimper as he leaned down and slammed his mouth over yours.
the kiss was instant, deep and intoxicating. jake tasted like sweet brown sugar and pure heat, his tongue sweeping past your lips, he pulled you flush against him, his hips pressing into yours until you could feel the unmistakable rigid length of his erection straining against his jeans.
"you're my girlfriend," jake mumbled against your mouth, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, lifting you up slightly so you were completely pinned between him and the door. "tell me you're my girlfriend y/n. tell me we're doing this for real now please please please, no more secret obsessions, just you and me."
"we're doing it for real" you whimpered back, arching into his touch, your fingernails digging into the fabric of his sweater. "i'm your girlfriend jake."
a groan escaped his chest at your words. he practically carried you to his bedroom, the two of you stumbling through the hallway in a mess of desperate kisses and frantic hands. he deposited you onto his bed, instantly stripping his hoodie off and tossing it somewhere across the room, leaving his broad chest exposed and heavy with ragged breaths.
he knelt on the mattress between your legs, his hands trembling violently as he reached for the hem of your shirt. "can i? please y/n let me look at you, let me worship you."
you nodded, lifting your arms as he pulled your shirt over your head, followed quickly by your bra. he smiled his gaze dragging over your bare skin with a dirty, worshipful reverence that made your entire body flush red.
he didn't waste a single second. jake slid down your body, his hands hooking into the waistband of your pants and underwear, tugging them both down your legs in one swift, impatient motion until you were completely bare beneath him.
he pushed your knees wide apart, settling himself comfortably between your thighs on his knees. the view of your soaked aching core open for him made his dark eyes darken even further, a shameless hungry grin stretching across his face.
"mmm you are so pretty for me," jake whispered, his voice dripping with thick, heavy praise as he leaned down, his hot breath brushing right against your sensitive core. "so wet, y/n. look at what you do to me, i'm going to eat you out until you can't even remember your own name."
before you could even respond, jake pressed his mouth directly against you.
a loud cry tore from your throat as his warm tongue made its first broad, wet swipe up your center, flattening out over your clit. jake groaned loudly against your skin, the vibration sending intense electric shocks straight to your core. he held your thighs open with a bruising grip, his knuckles white, completely refusing to let you pull away as he dove in with a wild intensity.
"jake, oh- fuck!" you screamed out, your fingers tangling into his dark hair, pulling him closer, pushing him harder against you.
he was relentless. jake ate you out with a needy, desperate rhythm, his tongue working over your clit in fast, slippery licks while two of his fingers slid deep inside your soaking cunt, pumping into you so good. he made the filthiest, most pathetic sounds into your lap whimpering, groaning and drinking you in as if he were a dying man in a desert.
"you taste so good y/n" jake gasped out against your slick skin, breaking his suction just a second to look up at you with blown-out, ruined eyes. his mouth was dripping wet, flushed pink. "so sweet for your boyfriend, suck my fingers baby. come for my mouth, let me taste how much you want me."
he slid his wet fingers out of you and pushed them straight into your mouth. you sucked on them greedily, the taste of your own arousal mixed with the salt of his skin driving you over the absolute edge.
jake went back to work with a smirk on his face, his tongue flicking over your clit in short, fast strokes, his thumb pressing hard against your sensitive spot. the coil in your stomach tightened so fast it made your vision go blurry.
"jakey~ i'm going to- i'm coming jake!" you cried out, your hips thrusting helplessly off the mattress, riding his face as the climax hit you with force.
jake didn't pull back. he ate you out through your entire orgasm, his mouth swallowing your cute moans, his tongue licking up every drop of your release with a dark, obsessive hunger until your thighs were shaking violently against his shoulders.
when he finally lifted his head, his face was flushed, his lips swollen and his eyes completely ruined with love and dirty satisfaction. he crawled up your body, hovering over you, his chest heaving as he stared down into your unfocused eyes.
"you're mine" jake panted out softly, kissing your nose, your cheeks, and then pressing his wet lips firmly to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "forever y/n, you're never getting rid of me."
"i don't ever want to" you whispered back, wrapping your shaking legs around his hips, pulling him down to finish what you started.
jake didn't give you a single second to catch your breath. the moment he pulled his wet mouth away from yours, his hand was already at the button of his jeans, undoing them with uncoordinated clumsiness that betrayed just how far gone he was.
"i can't wait anymore y/n. i need to be inside you right now" he groaned, his voice completely broken. he kicked his pants and underwear off in one quick desperate motion, his long rigid length springing free, heavily flushed and leaking at the tip.
he hovered over you, his eyes entirely fixed on where you were still slick and open for him, you were just too pretty.
"look at you" jake whispered, his voice trembling as he positioned his tip right against your entrance. "you're so wet for me. you look so damn good spread out on my bed like this. tell me you want me inside you, tell me please."
"jake put it in" you whined reaching down to grip his hips, pulling him forward. "please i need you so much."
jake let out a sharp breath at your words. he gripped your waist tightly, his hands digging into your skin and slowly pushed his hips forward.
the feeling of him filling you up slowly and completely was so fucking good, he stretched you so deliciously. jake moaned loudly, his eyes closing tight as he buried himself all the way to the hilt, his forehead coming down to rest against yours, his whole body shuddering from the intense heat of your core wrapping around him.
"fuck- y/n" jake whimpered against your lips, his hips beginning to roll into you with a perfect pressure. "you feel so tight and so warm nghh i love you so much. you have no idea how long i've dreamed about this, about being inside you like this."
"don't hold back" you gasped out, your hands sliding up his back, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pulled back and plunged in deep once more. "move faster p-please."
that was all it took to completely break his self-control.
jake began to fuck into you so wildly, his hips smacking hard against yours with every stroke. the bed frame creaked against the wall, but neither of you cared. he was panting directly into your ear, showering your face and neck with messy wet kisses.
"you're my girl" jake praised as his pace turned completely feral. "so good for me taking all of me, just like that, look at me y/n~ look at your boyfriend."
you opened your eyes, staring up into his ruined, adoring face as another wave of intense heat began to coil tightly in your stomach. jake's eyes were wide, blown-out and completely locked onto yours, his hands moving to lace his fingers with yours, pinning your wrists to the mattress as he rode you with absolute, unchecked devotion.
"jake i'm close again" you cried out, your hips arching up to meet every heavy thrust, your voice cracking under the pleasure.
"come for me my baby, do it" jake begged, his voice breaking into a whimpering gasp as he speeded up his rhythm, his hips hitting you at a relentless, perfect angle. "come all over me, let me feel you squeeze around me."
the second climax hit you like a wave, crashing through your entire body and making your thighs lock around his waist. the tight squeezing of your inner muscles immediately pushed jake right over the edge.
jake let out a cry, his entire body going stiff as he shoved himself as deep inside you as he could go. he came right after you, spilling himself thick and warm inside you, his breath coming in ragged, broken sobs against your neck as he collapsed completely on top of you.
jake stayed buried deep inside you, his heavy body pressing you down into the mattress, his arms wrapped tightly around your frame as if he were afraid you would vanish into thin air if he let go for even a second.
he slowly lifted his head, his face flushed, his hair a total mess, and his eyes shining with an overwhelming fluffy warmth. he pressed a soft sweet kiss to your lips then your nose then your cheek.
"i'm never letting you leave this bed" jake whispered softly, a completely smitten grin spreading across his lips. "we're staying right here forever."
!! synopsis: almost everyone sees you as the innocent campus sweetheart, especially jake, your best friend of three years. he'd never believe you've done anything with anyone. but when your sexual past becomes a topic, jake defends you without hesitation. because you're just an innocent girl right?
!! a/n: this was supposed to be for jungwon oopsiess also first time releasing something in a bit gulp
To Jake, you were the campus sweetheart. The girl who brought homemade cookies, who helped freshmen find their classes. A teachers pet who always had the right answer and a soft smile to go with it.
And you let him believe it.
Because it was easier that way. Because if Jake Sim really saw you he'd either run away or never look at anyone else again.
You weren't sure which option scared you more.
You met in the library every Tuesday afternoon. Same table, same corner, same routine. You were already there when he walked in, and you felt that familiar flutter in your chest.
He dropped his bag on the floor, and you watched him settle into the chair across from you. His hair was messy, like he'd been running his hands through it. He looked tired but happy, that easy smile already on his face.
"Professor let us out early," he said, grinning.
"Lucky you."
"Lucky us." He leaned forward. "Now I get to spend extra time with my favorite person."
You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed. The usual performance.
"Your favorite person? What about Heeseung?"
"Heeseung doesn't bring me cookies."
"You only like me for my baking."
"And your cute personality." He grinned.
You laughed softly, the soft, sweet laugh you'd perfected. It made people think you were shy and made them want to protect you.
Jake fell for it every single time.
"You're studying already?" He peered at your notes. "Midterms aren't for another week."
"I like to be prepared."
"You're going to get a perfect score. You always do."
"It's not about perfect scores." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "It's about understanding the material."
He chuckled then his eyes lingered on you for a moment too long. "Hey, are you free this weekend? The boys are having a party, nothing crazy. Just people."
You tilted your head. "People?"
"Okay, lots of people. But it's at Jay's place, so it'll be chill. Well, as chill as Jay's place gets."
You considered it. You'd been to a handful of parties with Jake before, and you'd spent the night in the corner, sipping water and smiling politely while his friends tried to talk to you.
"Maybe," you said. "I'll think about it."
"Don't think too hard." He grinned. "You might hurt yourself."
You swatted his arm. He laughed.
And you watched the way his eyes crinkled, the way his whole face lit up and you thought about how easy it would be to tell him the truth.
But you didn't. Because whatever this was, was too much fun.
The party at Jay's house was on a Saturday night.
You wore something soft and innocent. A pale pink loose top that fell off one shoulder, jean skirts that were just tight enough to be cute but not too tight. Your hair was down, and you'd put on just enough makeup to look like you weren't wearing any.
You fitted the image of the innocent sweetheart so perfectly but deep down you were a girl who was anything but innocent.
The house was packed when you arrived. Music vibrated through the walls, and the smell of cheap beer and drunk students filled the place. You pushed through the crowd, smiling politely at people who recognized you, nodding at the ones who called out your name.
Y/N! Hey! You made it!
The sweetheart is here!
Where's your boyfriend?
You laughed at that one. Soft and shy. "Jake's not my boyfriend. We're just friends."
"Sure," the guy said, winking. "Whatever you say pretty."
You found Jake in the kitchen, surrounded by his friends. His head was thrown back laughing at something, his whole body relaxed in a way it never was around you. Around you he was careful and gentle. Like you might break.
It used to make you feel special. Now it just made you want to scream.
"Y/N!" He spotted you and crossed the room in quick strides. "You came."
"Told you I would." You smiled up at him. "You look nice."
He always did but tonight he'd made an effort dark baggy jeans, a fitted white shirt, his hair pushed back from his forehead. He also looked like he'd been drinking.
"You look nice too," he said. "You always look nice. But like. Tonight. You look really-" He stopped himself, clearing his throat. "Do you want a drink?"
"Water's fine."
"Of course it is." He grinned, reaching into the fridge. "Water for the sweetheart."
You watched him, your expression soft and eyes wide. The perfect picture of innocence. Jake's hand found the small of your back, a warm, possessive weight as he introduced you to yet another friend whose name you'd forget in seconds. You smiled, demure, your fingers curled around a glass of water that had long gone warm. You were the perfect picture of sweetness, his sweetheart, the girl who sipped water at a party full of cheap beer and bad decisions.
"I'm gonna grab another round with the guys," Jake leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "You okay here?"
You nodded, your lashes fluttering. "I'm fine. I think I'm going to find the bathroom."
He kissed your temple, a soft gesture that made something in your chest tighten, though you weren't sure if it was guilt or amusement. "Don't wander off too far."
You gave him a delicate smile, the kind that made him melt and slipped through the crowd. The hallway to the bathroom was darker, the music muffled by the walls. You pushed the door open, but before you could step inside, a hand shot out, caging you against the wall.
"Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart."
Your heart didn't jump. You knew that voice, the voice that had haunted a handful of late nights a couple weeks ago.
Jeno. A knowing smirk curling his lips as he looked down at you. He was taller than you remembered, or maybe you just forgot how he towered.
"Jeno." You let his name roll off your tongue. "What are you doing here?"
"Same as you, probably." His eyes dipped down, tracing the short of your skirt and the way your chest rose and fell. "Looking for trouble."
You laughed, a soft breathy sound that wasn't quite innocent. "I'm not looking for anything."
"No?" He stepped closer, his chest nearly brushing yours. He tilted his head, his gaze sharp. "Does he know what you look like when you're not playing the part?"
A shiver ran down your spine and he saw it. The way your breath hitched and he laughed. His hand slid to your waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of your hip.
"Been thinkin about you," he murmured, his mouth trailing down the column of your neck. "Thinking about that night. You remember?"
"Which one?" you whispered, your voice dipping into something husky, something that wasn't the sweet, water drinking girl Jake thought he knew. "You'll have to be more specific."
"Fucking brat." He nipped at your collarbone and you arched into him, a soft, approving hum escaping your lips.
You let him push you a little farther into the shadows, let his hands wander, let his mouth find yours. It was all heat and teeth and a quiet desperation. His tongue swept against your lower lip, and you bit down, just hard enough to make him groan.
"Still a menace," he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.
You licked your lips, tasting him, tasting the lie you were about to tell. "Maybe," you said, tilting your head, all innocence and invitation. "Catch me later."
He grinned, a flash of white in the dim light. "Count on it."
And then he was gone back into the party, leaving you pressed against the wall, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. You took a moment to compose yourself. You smoothed your skirt, ran your fingers through your hair, and checked your reflection in the tiny, cracked mirror by the bathroom door. Your eyes were bright, your lips a little swollen, your cheeks flushed.
You walked back to the living room, weaving through the crowd until you found Jake. When he saw you, his whole face softened.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked, stepping closer, his hand reaching for yours.
You leaned into him, letting your body sag against his like you were exhausted and overwhelmed. You pressed your face into his shoulder, and you could feel the steady thud of his heartbeat, so steady so trusting.
"Just a lot," you murmured, your voice muffled. "Can we go? I think I need some air this party is a lot for me."
His hand came up to stroke your hair, gentle, so fucking gentle. "Of course. Let's get you out of here."
He said his goodbyes, slapping backs and shaking hands, his arm never leaving your waist. You walked out into the cool night air, and he opened the car door for you, his eyes soft with concern.
"You sure you're okay?" he asked, buckling his seatbelt.
You looked at him, the streetlights casting shadows across his earnest face. You smiled, slow and sweet, and reached across to squeeze his hand.
"I am now," you said. "Let's go."
And as he pulled away from the curb, you let your head fall back against the headrest, your lips curling into a secret, satisfied smile.
The warm morning air hit you as you walked across campus, your bag slung over one shoulder, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Jake walked beside you, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, rambling about something his professor said that made no sense. You nodded along, making the right sounds of interest, your mind still half asleep.
Then you saw him.
Jeno was leaning against the brick wall near the exit, his arms crossed, that lazy smirk already in place. His eyes found you instantly, dark and knowing, and your step faltered for just a fraction of a second.
"Hey, sweetheart," he called out, pushing off the wall and walking toward you. "Been looking for you, as always."
Jake's brow furrowed. He glanced between you and Jeno, his posture straightening. "You know him?"
Before you could answer, Jeno was there, too close, his voice dropping low. "Where were you last night? I waited."
You felt your stomach flip. "I left early," you said, keeping your voice even and your eyes innocent. "I wasn't feeling well."
"Bullshit." Jeno laughed. "You weren't feeling well, or you were feeling too good? Because I remember you feeling pretty damn good when we were-"
"Back up," Jake cut in, stepping between you and Jeno. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, almost like a warning. "She said she wasn't feeling well. Take the hint."
Jeno's eyes flicked to Jake, assessing him. A slow grin spread across his face. "Oh, this is him? The best friend?" He looked past Jake, straight at you. "You didn't tell him, did you? About us?"
Your heart hammered, but you kept your face soft, confused. "There's nothing to tell. We talked a few times. That's all."
"Talked?" Jeno's laugh was louder this time. "Is that what we call it now? Because I remember your mouth being pretty busy for just talking."
Jake tensed, his jaw clenching. "What are you talking about?"
"Jake, ignore him," you said quickly, reaching for his arm. "He's just trying to cause trouble. He's always been like this."
Jeno's eyes narrowed. "Always been like this? Baby, you used to love the way I am." He stepped closer, ignoring Jake entirely. "You gonna pretend last night didn't happen too? Or the other nights when-"
"I don't know what you're talking about," you said, your voice trembling just enough. You pressed closer to Jake, letting your fingers curl into his sleeve. "You're scaring me."
Jeno's smirk faltered. For a split second, something flickered in his eyes confusion, maybe even hurt. But then it was gone, replaced by cold amusement. "Right. Of course. You're so good at that, aren't you? Playing the victim."
"Get lost," Jake said, his voice hard. He stepped forward, putting himself fully between you and Jeno. "She said she doesn't know you. That's enough."
Jeno held up his hands, backing away slowly. His eyes never left yours. "Fine. But you can't run forever, sweetheart." He winked, a cruel, knowing gesture. "We both know you'll come back eventually."
He turned and walked away, hands in his pockets, whistling some tune.
Jake stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then he turned to you, his expression softening, concern replacing the anger. "You okay? Did he hurt you?"
You shook your head, letting your eyes well up just a little. "I don't know why he's like that. We barely even talked. He just... he won't leave me alone."
"Hey, hey." Jake pulled you into a hug, his arms warm and solid around you. "It's okay. He's gone. I'm not gonna let him bother you."
You buried your face in his chest, letting out a shaky breath. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Always," he murmured into your hair. "Come on, let's get you to class."
You walked together, your hand in his, your steps slow and careful. Jake kept glancing at you, checking, making sure you were okay.
"Oh, by the way," he said, breaking the silence. "I'm going out with the boys for dinner tonight. But I was thinking after, I could come over? Watch the new Toy Story with you?"
You looked up at him, your smile soft and grateful. "I'd like that."
"Cool." He grinned, squeezing your hand. "I'll bring snacks. The good popcorn."
"My favorite," you said, your voice sweet as honey.
You walked into the building together, and Jake held the door for you, his gaze warm and trusting. You stepped past him, and for just a second, over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of Jeno across the quad. He was watching you still, arms crossed, that smirk firmly back in place.
You turned away, your smile never wavering. You let him watch. You knew exactly what you were doing.
The restaurant was buzzing, warm light spilling over the table where Jake sat with his friends. The whole crew, all of them crammed into a corner booth, drinks half empty.
Ni-ki was scrolling through his phone, barely paying attention to the conversation, when he suddenly burst out laughing. Like, full on wheezing, slapping the table, tears forming in his eyes kind of laughing.
"Bro, what the hell?" Jay asked, reaching over to smack his arm. "You good?"
Ni-ki couldn't even speak. He just shoved his phone across the table, pointing at the screen. "Look. Look at this idiot."
Sunghoon grabbed it first, his eyebrows shooting up. Then he started laughing too, shaking his head. "Oh my god. Oh my GOD."
"What? What is it?" Sunoo leaned over, and within seconds, he was cackling, covering his mouth.
Heeseung took the phone, read whatever was on it, and let out a low whistle. "Damn. Jeno's down bad."
Jake frowned, setting down his beer. "What about Jeno?"
"Your girl's got that man whipped," Ni-ki said, still giggling. "Look."
He passed the phone to Jake. It was Jeno's Instagram story a photo of him looking all love sick, texting someone, with the caption: "She left me on read again. Should I double text? Asking for a friend (it's me, I'm the friend)."
Jake stared at it for a second, then let out a weird laugh. "Wait, you think he's talking about-"
"Bro, who else would it be?" Jay laughed, grabbing the phone back. "Your girl's got him wrapped around her finger. It's actually kinda sad. Look at him bro he's a mess."
"Okay, but that's crazy," Sunghoon said, scrolling through more of Jeno's story. "Like, look. He's posting thirst traps now, because she didn't reply."
Ni-ki was wheezing again. "Bro is on his hands and knees for her. Literally posted a black screen with 'come back' in the lyrics of some sad song."
"He's got it baaaad," Sunoo added, wiping his eyes.
Jake was quiet, but he was smiling, a little confused. "I mean... she's sweet, but she's not like... she's not that type of person to entertain him. He's such a fuck boy and well she's innocent, she's never even-"
"Wait, wait, wait." Jay held up a hand, choking on his drink. "Did you just say innocent?"
"Yeah?" Jake blinked. "She's shy. She's not into all that stuff. She told me-"
"Bro." Heeseung leaned forward, a grin spreading across his face. "Are you serious right now?"
"What do you mean?"
Ni-ki was still scrolling on his phone while laughing. "Okay, okay. Let me tell you something. Do you know Yeonjun? Basketball guy?"
"The star player? Yeah, I know him. What about him?"
"You know the championship game last semester? The one where he went crazy and dropped like 40 points?"
Jake nodded slowly.
Ni-ki was barely containing himself. "Apparently, your sweet, innocent girl gave him a little pre game 'motivation' in the locker room. If you know what I mean."
Jake stared at him. "What?"
"Like," Sunghoon made a gesture with his hand near his mouth, "you know. The good luck kind."
"Bullshit," Jake said immediately. "She would never."
"Oh, she would." Heeseung was laughing now too. "And she did. The whole team was talking about it. Walked out with her lipgloss smeared and everything. He played like a god that night."
"There's no way-" Jake started, but Jungwon cut him off.
"Okay, okay, but that's just the start. You guys heard about the threesome rumor, right?"
"The WHAT?" Jake's voice cracked.
Sunghoon was wheezing now. "Oh my god, yes I have. Bro, there was a rumor going around last year that she-"
"Okay, I don't think it was confirmed," Jay interrupted, still grinning. "But people were saying she had a thing with two guys from the soccer team. At the same time. In the equipment room."
"THAT'S NOT REAL." Jake's face was red now, his eyes wide. "That's literally not real. She wouldn't- she's not like that."
"She literally gave good luck head to a basketball player," Ni-ki said flatly. "In a locker room. Before a game. With other guys in there."
"I could've sworn she told me she was studying that night!" Jake yelled, throwing his hands up.
His friends all looked at each other for a second. Then they burst out laughing again.
"Bro..." Sunghoon shook his head, wiping tears from his eyes. "I hate to break it to you, but your girl is far from innocent."
"She's literally got Jeno begging and Jeno never begs," Heeseung added. "And you're over here thinking she's never been touched? She's been touched, man. By a lot of people probably."
"And you think she's shy," Sunghoon added, snickering. "She's got three different guys on the line and you think she's shy."
"That is crazy," Ni-ki laughed even more seeing Jeno post a picture of you and him cuddled up with a corny caption in attempts to get you back. "Bro is literally the backup option and he doesn't even know."
"I am not the backup option," Jake snapped. But even as he said it, his voice wavered.
They all stared at him for a second.
Then Heeseung lost it. "Oh my god. You are the backup option!"
"NAH, HE'S THE SAFETY NET," Jay shouted, cackling.
"The nice guy," Jungwon added. "The one who takes her to dinner and walks her to class while Jeno gets the late night texts."
"This is the funniest thing I've ever heard," Ni-ki wheezed, slamming his hand on the table. "Bro thought she was saving herself for him!"
"Guys, she literally has Jeno posting love songs for her at 1 AM," Sunghoon snorted. "And she's probably still responding to him. While you're over here playing Toy Story with her."
Jake's face was burning. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched under the table. "Okay. That's enough."
But they couldn't stop laughing.
"This is insane," Heeseung said, shaking his head. "You were out here thinking she's this innocent little angel while she's got damn near the whole campus on speed dial."
"I'm leaving," Jake muttered, pushing back from the table.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Ni-ki called after him. "Bro, don't be mad. It's just funny! She's got you both wrapped around her finger and you don't even know."
Jake grabbed his jacket, his face of embarrassment. "I'm not wrapped around anyone's finger."
"Sure you're not," Jay called after him, still laughing. "That's why you lend her your sweaters and she wears them while making out with Jeno!"
"SHUT UP!" Jake yelled back, but his friends just howled with laughter as he stormed out of the restaurant.
The cool night air hit his face. He stood there on the sidewalk, breathing hard, his phone feeling heavy in his pocket.
He pulled it out. Your message was still there, sitting pretty: "Can't wait to watch Toy Story with you tonight. You're the best <3"
He stared at it for a long moment.
And then, despite everything, despite all of it, he laughed. A dry, humorless, disbelieving laugh.
He was literally the backup option. The nice guy. The one you watched Disney movies with while you're out there doing all that.
He shoved his phone and started walking to your place despite his head and heart racing.
The door clicked shut behind Jake, and you were already there, all soft smiles and warm eyes, your hair falling in gentle waves around your shoulders. You were wearing one of his hoodies and you looked so sweet, so perfectly innocent, that something twisted painfully in his chest.
"Hey, you're early!" you said, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. "I was just getting the popcorn ready. Toy Story's all queued up."
He didn't hug you back. His hands stayed at his sides, stiff and unmoving.
You pulled back, your brow furrowing. "Jake? What's wrong? You seem off."
He walked past you into the living room, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He stood there for a moment, staring at nothing.
"Jake, you're scaring me," you said softly, coming up behind him. "Talk to me."
He turned around slowly, his eyes searching your face. "My friends told me some things tonight."
"Okay?" You tilted your head, that perfect confused expression on your face. "What kind of things?"
"About you." His voice was tight. "About Jeno. About... a lot of stuff."
Your face didn't change. Not even a flicker. "Jake, I already told you. Jeno's obsessed with me. He's been spreading lies-"
"They weren't lies." His voice cracked. "They showed me his story. The picture of you. On top of him. Wearing my hoodie."
You went very still.
"They told me about Yeonjun too," he continued, his voice getting stronger, harder. "The basketball player. The locker room. Before the championship game." He laughed bitterly. "And I was sitting there telling them you were innocent. That you'd never been with anyone. That you were shy and sweet and-"
"Jake-"
"And then Sunghoon mentioned the soccer players," he cut in, his eyes burning. "The threesome rumor. And I didn't want to believe it. I thought they were messing with me.
You opened your mouth, but he kept going.
"They were laughing at me, you know. All of them. Because I was sitting there defending you like an idiot. Ni-ki was literally crying he was laughing so hard. Saying I was the backup option. The safety net. A nice guy who takes you to dinner and watches Disney movies while everyone else gets-" He stopped, his voice breaking.
Your face had gone pale, but you recovered quickly. You stepped closer, reaching for him.
"Jake, listen to me-"
"Why did you lie to me?" His voice was quiet now, raw. "Why did you make me believe you were someone you're not?"
"Because I was scared." you said, your voice trembling. "Jake, I was so scared. I knew what you thought of me. You looked at me like I was this... this pure, good person. And I wanted to be that for you. I wanted to be the girl you thought I was."
"But you weren't."
"I know, and I hated myself for it. Every time you looked at me with those eyes, like I was something special, I felt so guilty. Because I knew I didn't deserve it.
He stared at you, his expression unreadable.
"But I wasn't pretending about you," you continued, your voice breaking. "I wasn't pretending about how I feel. You're the only one who's ever made me feel like I mattered. Like I was worth something. All those other guys? They were nothing. They were distractions. But you-" You reached up and cupped his face. "You're everything, Jake. You're the only thing that's ever felt real."
He didn't pull away. He stood there, frozen, his heart warring with his head.
"I don't care about Jeno," you whispered, your thumb stroking his cheek. "I never cared about him. He was just someone to pass the time. But you? You're the one I think about when I can't sleep, the one I want to come home to. You're the one who actually sees me."
"I don't even know who you are anymore," he said, but his voice was weaker now.
"Yes, you do." You pressed closer, your bodies almost touching. "You know me better than anyone. You know I make bad choices because I don't think I deserve good things. But when I'm with you, I feel like maybe I could deserve them. Like maybe I could be better."
His hands came up, hesitantly, to rest on your waist.
"I was so scared you'd leave if you found out," you continued, your voice barely above a whisper. "And I couldn't handle that. I can't lose you, Jake. You're all I have."
He swallowed hard. "I don't know if I can trust you."
"Then let me prove it." You rose on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his.
He didn't respond at first. He just stood there, stiff and uncertain. But you didn't give up. You kissed him softly, gently, your fingers threading into his hair, your body pressing against his.
"Please," you murmured against his lips. "Please don't leave me. I can't- I can't do this without you."
"Baby..." His voice cracked.
"Let me make it better," you whispered, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "Let me make you forget all of it. Everything they told you. Everything you saw. Just let me show you how much you mean to me."
"I don't know-"
"Shh." You pressed a finger to his lips. "Don't think just feel."
You kissed him again, deeper this time, your tongue tracing his lower lip. His hands tightened on your waist, and you felt the tension in his body start to ease.
"Jake," you breathed against his mouth. "I only want you. I've always only wanted you."
He let out a shaky breath. "You mean that?"
"I mean it with my whole heart." You pulled back, looking up at him with those big, wide eyes. "I know I messed up. I know I lied. But I'll spend as long as it takes making it up to you. Just please don't leave."
He was quiet for a long moment. Then slowly, his hands slid up your back pulling you closer.
"I'm so stupid," he muttered.
"No." You shook your head, pressing another kiss to his jaw. "You're not stupid. You're kind, and sweet. You're everything I don't deserve."
"Stop saying that."
"It's true." You kissed the corner of his mouth. "But I want to try. I want to be the girl you think I am."
He cupped your face in his hands, tilting your head up. His eyes searched yours, looking for something. Whatever he found, it must have been enough, because he let out a long shaky breath.
"God, I'm so whipped," he muttered.
You let out a soft laugh, pressing your forehead to his. "Good. Because I'm whipped for you too."
And then his mouth was on yours, hungry and desperate, all his doubts and fears melting away. You walked him backward until his knees hit the couch, and he fell back, pulling you down with him.
You straddled his lap, settling comfortably against him, your hands resting on his chest. His hands gripped your thighs, his breathing uneven.
"Let me make you forget," you whispered, leaning down to kiss his neck. "Let me be the only thing you think about."
"You already are," he breathed. "You always have been."
You smiled against his skin, your fingers working at the buttons of his top.
"Good," you murmured. "Then let me show you what you've been missing."
Jake's hands were already pressing into the warm skin of your waist. You could feel him hard beneath you, his breath coming faster as you grind down against him.
"You gonna take care of me?" he asked, voice rough, hands sliding up your back.
"Mmhm," you hummed against his neck, kissing a slow path up to his ear. "But you gotta tell me what you want. I don't know anything, Jake. You gotta show me."
He let out a breathy laugh, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're so full of shit."
"Am I?" You pulled back, looking at him with those wide, innocent eyes. "I'm just a sweet innocent girl who never did anything with anyone. Remember? Never slept with Jeno, never gave Yeonjun good luck head, and never ever did I have a threesome. You told your friends that. You told everyone that."
His jaw tightened. He flipped you over so fast you gasped, your back hitting the couch, his body caging you in.
"You wanna play that game?" His voice dropped low, dangerous. "Fine. Let's play."
He yanked the hoodie up over your head, tossing it aside. Your chest was bare underneath, and his eyes darkened immediately.
"Look at you," he muttered, his thumb brushing over your nipple. "You been hiding these under my hoodie this whole time?"
You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. "Jake..."
"Shh." He leaned down, his mouth hovering over your nipple. "I'm showing you, remember? Since you don't know anything."
His tongue circled your nipple slowly, teasingly, before he took it into his mouth and sucked hard. You cried out, your fingers gripping and tugging his hair.
"Fuck," he breathed, pulling back to look at the wet mess he made all over your chest. "So perfect. I've been thinking about these for months. Dreaming about them. And you just let me walk around like an idiot while you were letting everyone else-"
"Jake, please-"
"Please what?" He pinched your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. "Please stop? Please keep going? Use your words, baby. Since you're so innocent."
"That's more like it." He lowered his head again, switching sides, his mouth hot. His hand traveled down your stomach, slipping past the waistband of your shorts.
"So wet," he murmured against your skin. "For someone who doesn't know anything, you're pretty good at soaking through your panties."
His fingers found your clit, circling slowly, and you bucked against his hand.
"That's it," he coaxed. "Show me what you like."
You rolled your hips, chasing his fingers, your head thrown back. "More, Jake. Please. I need-"
"You need what?"
"You. I need you inside me. Please."
He pulled his hand away, and you whined at the loss. But then he was standing, pulling you up with him, his eyes dark and hungry.
"Bedroom. Now."
You stumbled down the hall, his hand on your ass, pushing you forward. The second you reached the bed, he had you face down on the mattress, your shorts and panties ripped down your legs.
"Look at that," he breathed, his palm smoothing over your ass. "All mine. You know how long I've wanted this? How many nights I've laid awake thinking about bending you over."
He smacked your ass hard, and you cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure jolting through you.
"Count," he commanded.
"One," you gasped.
He spanked you again, the sound echoing in the room.
"Two!"
Another. Harder.
"Three!"
"Good girl." His hand soothed over the reddened skin. "See? You can follow instructions when you want to."
You heard the rustle of his jeans, the sound of his belt unbuckling. Then the mattress dipped, and his body was behind you, his chest pressing against your back.
"You want this?" he asked, his lips at your ear, his cock pressing against your wet folds. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," you breathed. "Please, Jake. I need it."
"Need what? Say it."
"I need your cock. Please. I need you to fill me up."
He pushed inside you in one smooth stroke, and you both moaned. He was thick, stretching you, and you gripped the sheets as he bottomed out.
"Fuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "So tight. Fuck, baby. You feel so good."
He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, and the sound you made was almost inhuman.
"That's it," he grunted, setting a brutal pace. "That's my good girl. Taking it so well."
His hand snaked around your front, finding your clit, circling in time with his thrusts. You were already close, the pressure building.
"Please don't stop," you begged. "Please, I'm gonna-"
"Cum for me," he commanded. "Cum on my cock."
And you did, with a cry of his name, your walls clenching around him. He didn't slow down, fucking you through it, chasing his own release.
"Jake," you whimpered as he kept going, overstimulated but not wanting him to stop. "Jake, it's too much-"
"One more," he moaned. "You can give me one more."
He pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your back. Before you could protest, his head was between your thighs, his mouth on you.
"ohh-" You jolted, your hands fisting in his hair. "Jake!"
He was relentless, his tongue lapping at your folds, his lips sucking your clit. He groaned against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body.
"Taste so sweet," he murmured. "Could eat you all fucking night."
And he did. He worked you with his mouth until you were an absolute wreck, until your thighs were shaking, until you came again with a broken sob, your hips bucking against his face.
He pulled back, his chin glistening, and kissed his way up your body.
"One more," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need one more, baby. Can you do that for me?"
"I don't- I can't-"
"Yes you can." He kissed you, and you tasted yourself on his lips. "You're gonna take it. All of it."
He reached for his phone on the nightstand, but before he could even unlock it, it started buzzing in his hand. He glanced at the screen, his jaw tightening slightly.
"It's Heeseung," he muttered, looking at you with an unreadable expression. "They're probably checking on me. Making sure I didn't do something stupid."
He answered the call, bringing the phone to his ear, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yeah?"
You could hear the muffled sound of voices on the other end, laughter in the background.
"Bro, you good?" Heeseung's voice crackled through. "You stormed out so fast. We were getting worried."
"I'm fine," Jake said, his voice steady, calm. "I'm at her place."
"Oh shit, really?" Jay said, yelling in the background. "Did you confront her? What happened? Is she crying? Did you-"
You watched him, a slow smile curling on your lips. He was so composed, so in control. It was almost cute.
You shifted on the bed, crawling toward him on your hands and knees. His eyes flickered to you, a warning in them, but you just tilted your head innocently.
"Jake? You still there?" Sunghoon's voice came through.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm here."
You reached out, your fingers trailing up his thigh. His breath hitched almost imperceptibly.
"Okay, well, we just wanted to make sure you were okay," Heeseung said. "You seemed pretty wrecked earlier."
You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. His hand came up, trying to push you away gently, but you just smiled against his skin.
"Bro, you sound weird," Ni-ki's voice chimed in. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, just tired." Jake's voice was strained now, his jaw clenched. "Listen, I gotta go. We'll catch up tomorrow."
"Wait, wait, wait-"
But you were already sliding down his body, your fingers wrapping around his cock. Jake's hand shot out, grabbing your shoulder, trying to push you back.
"Behave," he hissed under his breath, his eyes wide.
You just grinned up at him, all innocence, and lowered your mouth to him.
Jake sucked in a sharp breath, his hand flying to his mouth to muffle the sound.
"Jake? Hello?" Sunoo's voice piped through. "You still there?"
"Y-yeah," he managed, his voice cracking. "I'm here."
You took him deeper, your tongue swirling, and his hips bucked involuntarily. He gripped the sheets, his knuckles white.
"Just... just tired," Jake choked out. "Long night."
You hummed around him, a soft, satisfied sound, and he nearly dropped the phone.
"Okayyyy," Jay said. "Well, we'll let you go. But seriously, if you need to talk about what happened-"
"Don't need to talk," Jake cut in, his voice strained. "I'm good. Everything's good. I'll call you tomorrow."
"Alright, bro. Take care."
"Bye."
He hung up and threw the phone onto the bed, his head falling back as a groan escaped his lips.
"What the fuck," he breathed, his hand coming down to grip your hair. "You're insane you know that?"
You pulled off just long enough to look up at him, your lips swollen, your eyes wide. "I just wanted to help you relax. You seemed so tense."
"Tense," he repeated, a disbelieving laugh escaping him. "You're going to be the death of me."
You smiled and took him back into your mouth, deeper this time, your hand working what your mouth couldn't reach. His hips bucked again, his fingers tightening in your hair.
"That's it," he groaned, his voice dropping lower. "You want everyone to know what a slut you are? Huh? You want them to hear?"
You moaned around him, loud and deliberate, your eyes fluttering closed.
"Fuck," he hissed. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You want them to know. You want everyone to know exactly what you are."
You pulled off again, a string of saliva connecting you to him. "Maybe," you whispered, your voice husky. "Maybe I want them to know who I really belong to."
He grabbed his phone unlocking it, his thumb swiping to the camera. He held it up, angling it so it captured you perfectly on your knees. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and your hair tangled in his fist.
"Open your mouth," he commanded.
You obeyed instantly, your tongue darting out.
"Good girl." He smirked, pressing the record button. "Now show me what you do best."
You took him into your mouth, your eyes locked on the camera, a practiced, hungry look on your face. He let out a low groan, his free hand tightening in your hair.
"That's it," he breathed. "Look at you. So desperate for it. So hungry."
You moaned around him, your throat working as you took him deeper.
"Fuck," he gasped, his hips starting to thrust. "You love this, don't you? Love being on your knees for me."
You hummed in agreement, your hands gripping his thighs, pulling him closer.
"God, you're so good at this," he panted, the phone shaking slightly in his hand. "Look at you. Look at how well you take it."
You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard, and his head fell back with a broken moan.
The room was thick with heat, sounds of your ragged breathing and the slick, wet noises that filled the space between you. Jake had you positioned just how he wanted. On your knees, your lips stretched around him as he fucked your mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice strained. "Eyes on me."
You obeyed, looking up at him through your lashes, tears streaking your cheeks, saliva dripping down your chin. The sight of you like this, all wrecked, desperate, utterly his made his head spin.
"I'm close," he warned, his voice tight. "You want it? Want me to-"
You nodded frantically, your eyes begging, and he let out a strangled cry as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed everything, your eyes never leaving his, and when you pulled off, you licked your lips clean.
He pulled you up onto the bed, pushing you onto your back. "Open up," he said, and you obeyed immediately, your mouth falling open. He stroked himself a few times, then painted your lips, your cheeks, your chin with thick ropes of white. He moved lower, aiming for your chest, letting it drip down onto your tits, watching it pool in the hollow of your collarbone.
"Fuck," he breathed, his chest heaving. "Look at you. Look at what you let me do to you."
You were a mess with his cum splattered across you, dripping down your neck, pooling on your skin. And you loved every second of it.
He reached for his phone. "Don't move," he said. "I need to remember this."
He snapped a few photos of your ruined face, messy chest, the way you looked up at him like he was the only person in the world. His thumb swiped through the gallery, admiring his work.
You watched him, your heart racing. "Who are you gonna send those to?"
Jake glanced at you, his brow furrowing. "Huh? No one. They're for me. I was just gonna keep them."
You sat up slowly, letting the sheets fall away from your body. You reached out, trailing a finger down his chest. "Really? Just for you?"
"Yeah." He shrugged, setting the phone down. "Why? You want me to-"
"Maybe." You bit your lip, looking up at him through those innocent eyes that he knew by now were anything but innocent. "I want everyone to know who I belong to. Wouldn't want them to think I still belong to Jeno."
Something dark flickered in Jake's eyes. "Such a whore. You want everyone to see you like this? Want the attention?"
"Maybe," you repeated, your voice dropping to something low and sultry. "I want everyone to know I'm yours. Not his. Not anyone else's."
He swallowed hard, his cock twitching at your words.
"You want me to send it to the group chat?" he asked, his voice rough. "The boys? Want them all to see what you look like when you're being Jake's good girl?"
You leaned closer, your lips brushing against his ear. "Send it," you whispered. "Show them. I don't care. I just want them to know. I want everyone to know that I'm yours and only yours."
He pulled back, searching your face. "You're serious?"
"I've never been more serious about anything." You reached for his phone, pressing it into his hand.
He opened the group chat, the one with his six friends from the dinner. His thumb hovered over the screen.
"This is crazy," he muttered. "They are hornballs they're probably gonna-"
"Send it," you urged, your voice a low purr. "Don't you want them to see what you do to me? Don't you want them to know I'm yours?"
He selected the photos, your ruined face, messy chest, and desperate eyes. His thumb hit send.
"There," he said, tossing the phone aside. "Now they know exactly who you belong to."
You pulled him down into another kiss, your arms wrapping around him. "Good," you whispered against his lips. "Because I was always yours."
His phone started blowing up on the nightstand notifications piling up one after another. Jake reached for it, but you grabbed his hand, threading your fingers through his.
"Leave it," you murmured. "Focus on me."
He looked at you messy, ruined, beautiful and something possessive flared in his chest. He forgot about the phone, forgot about the boys, forgot about everything except the girl in front of him.
"Yeah," he breathed, leaning down to kiss your neck. "Yeah, okay. Just you."
The phone kept buzzing, but neither of you cared.
You positioned yourself on top of him, your hands resting gently on his chest. The weight of you settled against his thighs, and you could feel him beneath you, still hard and ready. But you didn't rush. You took your time, letting the moment stretch, letting him watch you.
"Hey," you whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Look at me."
His eyes found yours, hazy and warm, full of something that made your chest ache. You kissed him again, slow and deep, your tongue sweeping against his in a lazy rhythm.
"I've got you," you murmured against his mouth. "Just relax."
You reached down between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance. The tip pressed against you, and you let out a soft breath, your forehead falling against his.
"Ready?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah, princess. I'm ready."
You sank down onto him, inch by inch. Your mouth fell open, a quiet moan escaping your lips as he filled you. His hands came up to grip your hips, but he didn't push or pull. He just held on, his thumbs stroking gentle circles against your skin.
"Fuck," he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut. "You feel..."
"Good?" you finished, a soft smile playing on your lips.
"Incredible," he corrected.
You stayed still for a moment, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of him inside you. Your hands cupped his face, tilting his head up so you could look into his eyes.
"You're so beautiful," you whispered, and you meant it. In this moment, with his lips parted and his hair sticking to him, he was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.
He let out a shaky laugh. "You're the one who's beautiful."
You shook your head, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "No, it's you. It's always been you."
And then you started to move.
Slow at first, your hips rolling in a gentle, circular motion. You rose up and sank back down, letting him feel every inch of you. His hands slid to your waist supporting you.
"Jake," you breathed, and his name on your lips made his eyes flutter shut.
"I'm right here," he murmured. "I'm not going anywhere."
You kept your pace slow, unhurried, savoring every moment. Your bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm, like you'd done this a thousand times before.
You leaned down, pressing your lips to his neck, trailing soft kisses along his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. He turned his head, catching your lips in a sweet soft kiss.
"This is..." he started, but he couldn't finish.
"I know," you whispered against his lips. "I know."
You could feel the tension building in his body, the way his breath caught with every movement.
"Don't stop," he breathed. "Please love don't stop."
"I won't," you promised. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
You could feel yourself getting close, the warmth building low in your belly. Your movements became a little more urgent, a little more desperate, but still slow.
"Jake," you gasped. "I'm close."
"Me too," he managed. "Together. I want to feel you cum with me."
You nodded, your forehead pressed to his. "Okay. Together."
And then it hit you, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. You cried out, his name a broken whisper on your lips. You felt him follow, felt his hips buck up into you as he came, a groan escaping his throat.
You collapsed against him, your bodies tangled together, both of you trembling and breathless. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"Stay with me," he murmured into your hair. "Just stay here. Please."
You smiled against his chest, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "I'm not going anywhere."
He tilted your chin up, catching your lips in a soft, tender kiss. Then another. And another. Each one softer than the last, each one saying everything words couldn't.
Then he laughed, a disbelieving, breathless sound.
"What?" you asked, propping yourself to look at him.
"I was so mad at you," he said, shaking his head. "And then you-" He gestured vaguely. "And now I barely even remember what I was mad about."
You smiled, innocent as ever. "That was the point."
He pulled you down, kissing you softly.
"I love you," he murmured against your lips. "I know I shouldn't. I know you're probably gonna destroy me. But I love you."
You kissed him back, your fingers carding through his hair.
"I love you too," you whispered. "And I'm never going to hurt you, Jake. You're mine. And I take care of what's mine."
synopsis: when you make the mistake of telling your best friend that youâve never reached an orgasm, he makes it his personal mission to make sure you get there.
wc: 7.5k
warnings: park sunghoon x fem!reader, sexual content, mdni, alcohol consumption, weed consumption, blindfold (hello), sensory deprivation, fingering, dry humping, oral f!receiving, lowkey kind of corruption kink, condescending hoon, praise kink, hoon is a secret yearner, pet names (baby, pretty/good/sweet girl, sweetheart), not proofread
The partyâs been going on so long that the air has turned moist and the alcohol has begun to taste more like water instead of something dangerous.
Yunjins laughing at something next to you, her eyes half lidded and her limbs moving languidly. If itâs from the weed or the sheer gallons of vodka youâre sure sheâs consumed tonight you arenât entirely sure. What you are sure of though, is that you have definitely far surpassed the thin line between tipsy and black out drunk.
The weed makes your thoughts jumble together like some weird jigsaw puzzle, and every word that you manage to punch out takes way more effort then it probably should.
âBut, seriously,â Jungwon starts, his words languid and low, âsex is kind of transactional. At least in this day and age.â
Yunjin attempts to smack his arm but instead she misses him completely and her hand lands between the couch cushions. She doesnât bother moving it.
âThat is sooo not true,â she drags out. âSex is, like, sacred. Your body is a temple and all that bullshit.â
Jungwon laughs. âMaybe for other women, but Iâm not sure if your body could be considered sacred anymore, Yunjin.â
She scoffs, her eyebrows furrowing in what might look like offense, but you know deep down she enjoys the easy banter her and Jungwon always seem to have. âSays the one who sticks his dick into anything that has a pulse!â
You are perfectly content to just listen to their conversation, as it would seem is Sunghoon.
Youâd met Sunghoon your freshman year of university when you were still a small town girl in a city that felt way too big for you. Heâd sat next to you in your freshman econ class and helped you around the city without so much as a whisper of a complaint, and the two of you had been inseparable ever since.
Heâs always been the quiet brooding type, even when youâre around your mutual friends, and thatâs become something youâve found yourself finding comfort in more often than not. His presence is a consistent force in your life, and now that youâre nearing graduation and heading into unknown territory, itâs nice to have something so steady in your life.
Thatâs why you didnât argue when he threw his arm around your shoulders and insisted you sit next to him. Itâs why you didnât argue when he offered you the blunt despite knowing you always get way too clingy when youâre high.
Sunghoon is your best friend. You trust him, and you know he feels the same way towards you.
You lean back into his arm, continuing to nurse the beer youâd had for the last hour. It makes your head feel warm and fuzzy in all the right ways, especially after whatever the fuck midterms had been. A disaster would be putting it lightly.
Sunghoon glances at you, his lips still enclosed around the blunt. He takes a drag of it, letting the end glow a bright orange before he pulls it away from his lips and offers it to you.
You accept it graciously, letting the smoke fill your lungs until youâre positive theyâll burst. Youâve never really been a big stoner, not like Ni-ki and Jungwon, but when you do let yourself indulge you always enjoy it.
Sunghoon watches when you exhale, his eyes following the cloud that forces its way from your lips and disperses around the room. For a moment, you think he almost looks impressed.
You laugh, your hand reaching out to shove at his chest gently. âWhat?â You ask.
He blinks, the movement slow, like heâs working overtime to process that youâd said anything at all. âWhat?â He echoes.
âYouâre looking at me weird,â you mumble, dragging your eyes back to Yunjin and Jungwon. Theyâre still arguing over whether or not sex is transactional or whatever, and Ni-ki is just watching them like he canât decide if heâs interested or if he wants them to shut up completely.
Sunghoon chuckles, the sound low and deep. You bring your gaze back up to him and watch as his lips curve up into that same lazy smirk he always seems to wear. Sometimes you wonder if thatâs just his natural resting face.
âWas I?â He mumbles, choosing to play dumb.Â
Youâre not in the right headspace to argue with him, so instead you just sigh and let yourself sink further into the curve of his arm. His thigh is right against yours, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against the thin lining on your tights. If it was anyone else, youâd probably feel a little self-conscious at being so close, but this is Sunghoon. Heâs never shied away from physical touch, and at some point it just became another factor in your friendship.
The sound of your name forces your thoughts about Sunghoon to fade into the background, and when you look up Yunjin is staring at you like youâve said something shocking. Which is weird, because you donât remember saying anything at all.
âHuh?â You manage, your eyebrows furrowing as you try to work through the cloud in your mind.
Yunjin rolls her eyes but repeats herself anyway. âDo you think sex is transactional?â She asks before throwing a fiery glare at Jungwon. âOr is Jungwon just a grade A asshole?â
âŠSex? Sheâs asking you about sex?
Usually you wouldnât mind indulging in her less than ethical questions, especially when youâve had a few drinks, but this one feels a little personal.
Itâs not that you havenât had sex, you have! Plenty of times actually, with a plethora of different men. Boyfriends, casual hook ups, one night stands â youâve really done it all.
Thereâs just one teeny, tiny problem.
You canât finish.
You used to blame it on the men you were seeing. They clearly had no idea how to please a woman and thus you were the one suffering for it. But then youâd tried to get yourself off with your hand and, wellâŠnothing happened. So then you tried a toy and still â nothing.
It didnât take you long to realize that it was clearly just something wrong with you. Youâd self-diagnosed yourself as one of those unlucky women that simply couldnât orgasm, and yeah, it sucked, but it was your life. How could you miss something youâd never even had anyway?
And itâs not like the buildup isnât enjoyable, because it definitely is. It just never goes where you want it to, and you always end up feeling dissatisfied after. So youâd stopped trying completely after yet another failed attempt last year and that had been that.
You hadn't sworn off sex completely, you just stopped actively searching for it. And it was nice to not have to fake reaching your peak with every man that found his way into your bed, but that didnât make the subtle jealousy you felt whenever Yunjin talked about her experiences disappear completely. It just made it more bearable.
You choose to just shrug, taking another sip from the bright red solo cup in your hand. âIâm not sure Iâm the right person to ask that question.â You snort.
Yunjin raises a brow, genuine confusion washing over her features, before she seems to finally remember. âAh,â she breathes, slumping back down into her seat. âRight. I forgot.â
Yunjin is the only person youâd confided in about your problem. She was supportive, of course, but she still sometimes told you that she thought it was all in your head. That you had some kind of mental block when it came to orgasming, but you couldnât help but feel like that was a little silly. Why would your mind keep you from reaching what most women described as the ultimate pleasure? If it was, then that was just plain cruel.
The conversation starts to move on again, but Sunghoon glances at you and then swiftly brings it back around.Â
âHold on,â he starts, eyebrows furrowed. âWhat was that about?â
âWhat was what about?â Yunjin asks.
He pulls his arm away from your shoulders and uses his now free hand to gesture between you and Yunjin. âThat,â he insists. âYou asked her her thoughts on sex and then just blew past it.â
Yunjin glances at you, meanwhile your cheeks suddenly feel like they're burning. Why does he even care what your thoughts on sex are? Itâs a silly question, one that youâll probably forget anyone even asked in the morning, and yet heâs choosing to focus on the one minute thing you said in the entire debate.
Which wasnât even anything ground breaking! You just said you wouldnât be the right person to ask, that was it.
So why is he taking such an interest in it?
âUm,â Yunjin starts, her gaze finding yours before returning to Sunghoon. âWhy do you care?â
He doesnât even falter like youâd expected him to. Instead, he leans back and pulls you closer into his side. âAm I not allowed to be worried for my best friend?â
You swallow and attempt to put some distance between you, but he doesnât let you. If anything, he just pulls you even closer. All the way until youâre sure you can taste the remnants of cologne on his clothes and the weed on his breath.Â
âSunghoon,â you laugh, the sound coming out more nervous than anything else. âItâs nothing. Donât get so worked up about it.â
But he doesnât seem to like that answer either. âSo something happened?â
You shake your head. âNo, itâs not thatââ
âThen what?â
You pause, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. If you had all your inhibitions in check, you probably wouldâve resisted telling him in such an open space. Because even though Jungwon and Ni-ki are trying to make it seem like they arenât listening, you know they are. At least Yunjin doesnât try to hide her nosiness.
You know that realistically Sunghoon is just worried for you, he is your best friend after all. Youâd be worried for him too if he suddenly got weird when the topic of sex got brought up, but still, you wish you were admitting this to him somewhere with a little more privacy.
You lean back into the cushions, your bottom lip finding its way between your teeth. Sunghoon, always so in tune with your emotions, immediately reaches a hand over to smooth down your hair.Â
âWhat is it, sweet girl?â He asks, his voice lowered so that only you can hear him. âYou know you can tell me.â
And thatâs the thing, you do know. And it should be easy telling him, because you know itâs not like heâll judge you. If anything, heâll probably be more sympathetic towards you then Yunjin is.
But, still. Thereâs something about telling him that makes shame burn deep in your cheekbones.
You shrug, your fingers toying with the edge of your skirt. âItâs embarrassing.â
He grins, all teeth and crinkled eyes. Heâs staring at you like youâre something precious, like youâre something he has to handle with care. Not like youâre a grown woman who can make her own decisions when it comes to her sex life â or lack of one.
âNothing about you is embarrassing.â
Thatâs what finally breaks you. You sigh, words slightly jumbled together and voice so quiet youâre shocked he can even hear you. âI canât,â you gesture with your hand lazily. âYou know. Finish, or whatever."
He blinks. One moment passes, and then two. Youâre on the verge of thinking youâve somehow made him uncomfortable when suddenly heâs laughing like youâve said something hilarious. âWhat?â
Yunjin tosses a pillow at him, but he just lets it hit him square in the chest and doesnât spare her a glance. âItâs not funny, Sunghoon!â She defends. âItâs a serious condition.â
You roll your eyes, but you donât have time to focus on her because Sunghoon is quickly invading your senses again. âIâm not making fun of you, baby,â he mumbles, lips dangerously close to your ear. âItâs justâŠcute. Thatâs all.â
It most definitely is not cute. Itâs humiliating, if anything. The one thing youâre supposed to be able to count on your body to do for you, it refuses to. What kind of woman canât even orgasm?
âNo, it's not,â you groan, running a hand down your face. âItâs weird.â
Sunghoon doesnât say anything to that, but you can tell something in his expression has shifted. Heâs eyeing you now like youâre some kind of anomaly he wants to figure out. Like your condition is something thatâs piqued his curiosity.
You arenât entirely sure how you feel about that.
The night continues easily â everybody's too drunk or high to focus on whatever little blip it was youâd had. Even you forget about it after another round of drinks.
But Sunghoon doesnât. He canât.Â
Even when he goes to bed that night, every time he closes his eyes all he can see is you. His pretty little best friend. Sexually frustrated and somehow thinking there's something wrong with you.
To Sunghoon, thatâs utterly absurd. Clearly these men youâve been with donât know how to handle you, and thatâs not your fault! No, what you need is someone who knows what theyâre doing. Someone who will actually listen to what your body needs and doesnât just chase his own pleasure.
What you need isâŠhim.
And Sunghoon is a good best friend. He always has been. All heâd be doing is helping you, really. Just a friend helping out a friend.
Nothing more, nothing less.
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The next week passes by just like it normally does. You go to class and try not to think about the fact that you definitely bombed your exams. Everytime you walk into a lecture, fear creeps up your spine at the thought of your teacher handing over a test with your name on it.
Sunghoon is there to help you through the anxiety though. He comes to your dorm every night with a bag of nerds gummy clusters and his laptop.Â
You always start the night exactly how you plan to. Sunghoon helps you study, you both pretend to give a fuck for an hour or two, and then you end up side by side in your bed watching reruns of your favorite sitcom. Itâs a simple routine that youâve come to cherish, one that you donât even remember starting. It honestly felt like one day heâd started showing up and then he justâŠnever stopped.
âYou know,â you mumble, popping another cluster into your mouth. âI think weâve watched this show so many times we could probably recite the whole thing.â
Sunghoon shrugs, his glasses hanging off of the bridge of his nose. He reaches up and pushes them back into place without a second thought. âModern Family is a classic.â
You hum. Modern Family is a classic. âYeah, true.â
You both lull into silence again after that, your eyes following the screen as one of the characters does something stupid. It makes you laugh despite the fact that you know itâs coming. Sunghoon lets out a huff of breath too, but he seems on edge.
His hand keeps fisting the sheet until his knuckles turn white, and he only does that when something's bothering him. He doesnât even seem to be paying as much attention to the show as he usually does.
Itâs like his thoughts keep wandering and heâs trying to make the stop.
It worries you. The last time youâd seen Sunghoon this anxious was sophomore year, right before he broke up with his girlfriend. He never told you why he did, just that something about the relationship didnât feel right.Â
But, last you checked, he doesnât have any girlfriends heâs wanting to break up with right now, which means something else is bothering him.
You nudge his shoulder gently, your eyebrows furrowed with concern. âWhatâs wrong?â You ask.
He blinks, his eyes glued to the laptop before they slowly slide over to you. âHm?â
You huff out a laugh. âI said whatâs wrong? Youâve been acting off ever since we turned the show on. Did something happen?â
You watch as he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement. He doesnât move his gaze from yours, but for some reason you wish he had. Heâs looking at you so intensely, eyes searching yours like they hold the answer to the meaning of life.
Sunghoon gets like this sometimes. Itâs almost like heâsâŠholding something back. And whenever you question him on it, he usually just pats your arm and tells you not to worry your pretty little head about it. You stopped questioning it a long time ago.
But he doesnât do that tonight. Instead, he lets his tongue drag over his lips, and you canât help the way your eyes flicker down to the movement.
Youâre not blind. You know your best friend is ridiculously handsome. You know plenty of girls have gotten jealous and wished that it were them in your place. But your relationship with Sunghoon isnât like that, heâs just your friend.
Besides, even if you did want him like that, youâd never want to risk your friendship with him.Â
His lip's part for a moment, and then close, and then part again. âIâŠâ He trails off, takes a deep breath, and then starts again. âIâve been thinking about what you said.â
You raise a brow. When did you say something? You try to rack your brain, but you come up empty. You canât recall anything you said that would be worth bringing it up again.Â
âDid I say something?â
His lips break out into a small smile, the curve threatening to reveal the tip of his fangs. âDo you not remember?"
You try to think back to anything you mightâve said, but still, you come up blank. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, expression scrunched in confusion. âShould I?â
Sunghoon is silent at that. He just looks at you, looks back down at his hands, and then straightens himself up so suddenly he feels like heâs towering over you in bed.
âIf you donât remember,â he murmurs, âthen Iâll remind you.â
He leans on the tiniest bit closer, and suddenly it feels like all the air has been sucked from your lungs. You and Sunghoon have been close plenty of times before, but this feels different. This feels almostâŠintimate.
You swallow, your eyes widening the tiniest bit as you attempt to scoot closer to the headboard. âHoonâŠâ
âYou told me,â he starts, his voice low in that sultry kind of way. âThat youâve never had an orgasm. That you canât, actually.â
The memory dawns on you then. The party, the alcohol, the weed. Youâd somehow unknowingly buried it all the way to the back of your mind without even realizing, and now youâre dealing with the consequences of your big mouth.
You wince. Itâs almost embarrassing to hear the words coming out of Sunghoons mouth. Even though you know itâs true, that doesnât make it any less humiliating.
âOh,â you mumble. âI did?â
âYou did.â
You clear your throat and attempt to look at least a little unbothered. âWell, itâs true soâŠyou donât need to bring it up again. Itâs already embarrassing enough having my best friend know thereâs clearly something wrong with me.â
His eyebrows furrow, and for a split second, he almost looks angry. Like the thought of you thinking thereâs something wrong with you enrages him.
âEmbarrassing?â He scoffs. âItâs not embarrassing. And thereâs nothing wrong with you. You just havenât been with the right kind of guys.â
You probably wouldâve agreed with him if you hadnât also attempted to get yourself there. You literally just cannot do it. Itâs not the guys youâre with or anything like that, itâs just you.
âBut thatâs the thing!â You insist. Any shyness you mightâve had towards the topic before suddenly disappears. âItâs not just the guys. I canâtâŠI canât finish on my own either.â
For what itâs worth, that looks like it genuinely makes Sunghoon pause. His eyes widen the tiniest fraction, his movements pausing before he resumes them.
âYou canâtâŠâ He glances down to your hands in your lap.Â
You roll your eyes, cheeks practically blistering. Youâre positive your ears are the same color as a tomato at this point. âNo, I canât. Itâs whatever. Can we just finish the show?â
But Sunghoon doesnât back off. Instead, he reaches behind him and shuts the laptop completely, cutting off whatever noise it was making. He pushes it off of the bed, not even flinching when it clatters violently onto the floor.
âSo, let me get this straight,â he starts. You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes. âYouâve never had an orgasm? Like, ever?â
He knows you said at the party that you canât finish, but he assumed you meant with other guys. Not that you canât finish at all.
âYep,â you say, popping the P. Your arms cross over your chest in frustration. You donât understand why he wonât just let the topic go. Yunjin doesnât even hound you this much about it! âIâm one of the only girls in the world who canât finish. Are you done making fun of me now?â
He leans back slightly, his pupils suddenly dilated and his tongue sweeping over his teeth. The tension in the air builds quickly, until it feels like youâre definitely going to choke on it.
Slowly, Sunghoon crawls over until heâs seated right in front of you. He leans back on his heels, studying your face like youâre some kind of expensive art piece. Usually, you donât mind when he looks at you. In fact, you bask in it. But this feels different. This feels almost hungry.
âYou think that thereâs something wrong with you?â He asks, voice hushed. Deep.
You swallow, suddenly feeling silly for even admitting that to him. But what other explanation is there outside of you being biologically engineered differently than how you were supposed to? Maybe your mother drank a cup of coffee when she was pregnant and now youâre being forced to suffer for it.
You shrug. âWhat other explanation is there?â
He brings a hand up to your calf, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin lightly. The touch feels like ice against your warm skin, and you canât help the way your breath nearly catches in your throat.
He doesnât look at you, but youâre staring at him. At the curve of his jaw. The way his bangs fall over his forehead like he styled them to be that perfect. At the freckles dotting his soft skin.
You know your best friend is attractive. Youâve always known.
But thisâŠthereâs something about it now that makes your stomach twist with arousal.
His fingers pause at the bottom of your knee, his thumb rubbing soft circles into it. Youâre suddenly thankful that you took the time to shave last night.
He shifts, leaning forward just enough that you can smell his cologne. âI think you justâŠhavenât listened to what your body wants. To what it needs.â
You scoff lightly, but it sounds forced. Honestly, youâre too focused on how his touch feels against your skin to even think about whatever it is heâs saying to you.
âI think I would know what I need.â
He shrugs, tongue flickering out to wet his lips before it slides back into his mouth. âMaybe. Maybe not.â
You pull your legs out of his grip and hug them towards your chest. He doesnât look shocked when you do it â he just lets his hand land on the bed and looks up at you.
âWhy are you bringing this up?â You ask. You hate that you can hear the way your voice sounds so quiet. Shy. Youâve never felt shy around Sunghoon.
He doesnât say anything for a few moments. Just lets his gaze trail from your eyes down to your chest, to the curve of your hip and all the way back up to the plump of your lips.
He scoots closer slowly, and suddenly his chest is right against your calves. Breathing suddenly feels difficult â like a task instead of something you just do on autopilot. His very presence feels mind consuming.
Heâs hesitant for only a moment, something flashing in his eyes, and then heâs tossing it out the window and speaking so clearly youâd almost think there were other people in the room.
âI want to help you.â
You blink. âHelp me?â
âYeah.â He says easily, like those five words hadnât just changed the trajectory of your friendship in a way you hadnât been prepared for. âWeâre best friends, arenât we? Best friends help each other.â
Your cheeks flush at the implication. Thereâs a line between helping your friend and doing something like that for them. This isnât just him letting you borrow his notes, this is unexplored territory. This is your body, your pleasure â all of it in his hands.
Youâd be lying if you said the idea didnât excite you.
But Sunghoon is your best friend, you canât do that with him. Itâd be wrong, and itâd change your relationship completely. You donât know if youâd ever even be able to come back from something like that. The idea in general sounds good, even if youâre positive heâs not going to change anything about your condition, but the consequences are too great. You canât do it. You canât.
Right?
âWhat?â You splutter, a nervous laugh forcing itself from your throat. âIâm sorry, are you telling me you want to help me,â you clear your throat, your voice lowering into a hushed whisper, â...orgasm?â
Sunghoon smirks, his canines on full display like heâs some type of predator. âYeah, I am.â
You blanch, your eyes wide as you stare at him like heâs grown two heads. At this point, you think an extra extremity would probably be less shocking than the words coming out of his mouth.
âAbsolutely not,â you say, arms forming an X across your chest. âThatâsâŠI canât do that with you. It would change too much. Besides, I already told you, I physically cannot do it. I really doubt youâre going to be the one to change that.â
Sunghoon leans back on his hands, his smirk widening just a fraction. Like heâs taking your words as some kind of challenge. It scares you and makes heat swirl in your abdomen just the same.
âSo, you're scared?â He asks, tone light and teasing, but thereâs an underlying smoothness to it that makes a chill crawl up your spine. âYouâre scared that Iâll prove you wrong.â
âIâm not scared.â You scoff.
Sunghoon just shrugs. âYou are, and thatâs okay. If you want to go the rest of your life without having an orgasm, then thatâs your prerogative."
Your eyes narrow at that. You know heâs just trying to rile you up to get what he wants, but you canât help falling for it anyway. You arenât scared of what heâll show you, you just donât want to mess up your friendship for something youâre positive isnât possible. It doesnât matter how big his fucking ego is.
âIâm not scared,â you repeat. âI just know that you aren't going to miraculously be the guy that suddenly helps me finish.â
âYouâre positive?â
âYes.â
His eyes bore into yours â challenging you. Teasing you. He knows exactly what heâs doing, and he knows exactly how this is going to play out, even if you havenât fully caught up to it.
He has to bite his cheek to keep his smile from getting any bigger. âProve it then.â
âWhat?â
He leans forward again, his hands coming up to rest at the top of your knees. Slowly, he forces them apart and makes space for himself between your legs. He doesnât move into it, just leaves it there like an unspoken promise. âIf you really think Iâm just going to end up like every other guy, then prove it to me. Prove me wrong.â
You know what heâs doing. You know he knows how competitive you can get. Heâs trying to push you into the direction he wants, to mold you like clay into his hands. And you donât want to fall for it, you really donât.
But thereâs something about the way heâs looking at you â all smug and so sure of himself. Youâve heard the rumors around campus, you know Sunghoons never shied away from his experience in the bedroom, but experience doesnât matter for you. Itâs just your biology.
And if he wants you to prove him wrong so fucking badly, then you will.
You donât remember surging forward to kiss him â not until your teeth clash and he lets out the smallest sigh of approval. His hands are everywhere immediately â gripping the flesh of your hip, tracing up the line of your spine.Â
He kisses you like heâs been waiting for it, like heâs a man starving and youâve depraved him from any sort of substance. His tongue slides into your mouth easily, and you let out the slightest whine at the feeling.
He groans, his eyes squeezing together tightly. For a moment, you almost think heâs in pain.
âFuck, thatâs right,â he mumbles against your lips. âProve it to me, baby.â
You kiss him harder, saliva beginning to pool at the corners of your lips. Sunghoon licks it up without a complaint. In fact, you think heâd thank you for it if he could.
His hands under your shirt and onto your hips, rubbing circles into your skin, and then heâs dragging you onto his lap without breaking away from the kiss.
You gasp when you feel his bulge through his sweatpants, the imprint pressing right against your folds. Heâs big, you can tell that without even seeing it. The thought of your best friend carrying that around makes butterflies fly somewhere in your stomach.
Sunghoon kisses you deeper, his tongue licking into your mouth. Your mind is spinning from the sensation, and heâs barely touched you outside of kissing. It makes you feel like youâre in high school all over again.
Most men donât waste their time kissing you like this. They just give you a few pecks and then get right to work using you to chase their own high. Itâs become something youâve learned to expect. But Sunghoon is kissing you like itâs the main event â like heâs been waiting his entire life to do it.
Slowly, he uses his grip on your hips to grind you against his cock, and instant pleasure bursts low in your tummy. The fabric between you does little to dull the feeling of his tip nudging against your clit â if anything, it almost makes it all the more intimate.
âFuck,â you sigh out, your hands gripping his shirt like youâre trying to ground yourself.
He lets out a chuckle, the sound rumbling from his chest. âHm?â He hums, moving from your lips to your jaw. âYou say something, Sweetheart?â
You bite on your lip to keep yourself from spitting some kind of insult at him. Of course heâs enjoying watching you fall apart from a few measly kisses. But that doesnât mean anything. You still havenât cum, and youâre positive you arenât going to.
âShut up,â you mumble. Your hands slide up from his chest to his hair, gripping his black locks as he sucks at the sensitive skin around your neck.Â
You can feel him smile against your skin, but he doesn't say anything else about it. Instead, he nips gently at your collarbone and then basks in the whimper it pulls from you.
His hips push up into yours again, and the feeling is enough to force your lips to part in pleasure. Hesitantly, you begin to grind into him on your own, your movements erratic compared to the preciseness of his thrusts.
He clicks his tongue, tightening his grip and forcing your hips to still. You immediately whine â completely forgetting that youâre supposed to be embarrassed â but he just shakes his head.
âIs that what you think pleasure is?â He asks, letting his fingertips drag across the bare skin of your stomach. âNo wonder you canât cum.â
You furrow your brows. You have no idea what heâs talking about. âWhat?â You murmur, the word breathless and whiny. If the entire point of this is to bring you to your peak, you donât understand why heâs forcing you to stop.
He licks his lips, and you canât help but notice how red and raw they are. Completely kiss-bitten. It makes you proud that he looks just as wrecked as youâre sure you do.
âYouâre not letting yourself get any actual build up,â he explains, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. âYouâre chasing something that hasnât even gotten the chance to form yet.â
You part your lips to respond, maybe fight back, but nothing comes out. Because thatâs the closest thing youâve ever got to an explanation as to why you canât seem to do something everybody else can.Â
You swallow, your posture turning into a slight slouch. âI donât understand.â You admit quietly.
Youâre half expecting him to judge you â maybe laugh. Itâs definitely something other men would do. But he doesnât do any of that. Instead, he pecks you softly on the nose and gently lays you down until your back is flat against the bed.
âYouâre thinking too much,â he mumbles, softly tapping your forehead.
You donât know how to tell him that you donât know how to not think about it without sounding like a complete loser. But, then you remember that this is your best friend. And if tonight has shown you anything, itâs that he wonât judge you. You could say the dumbest thing and he would still look at you like you mean something to him.
âI donât know how to stop.â You admit shakily, the words feeling like a losing battle as they come out.
But they seem to catch Sunghoon off guard. Heâs hovering above you, eyes staring into yours with so much emotion you nearly choke on it.
This is different from the teasing Sunghoon youâd seen earlier. This Sunghoon genuinely wants to help you. He wants you to be able to experience something as trivial as an orgasm just to help you feel normal.Â
This Sunghoon is your best friend.
He kisses you again, but this time itâs slower. Deeper, somehow. This time it feels like heâs kissing you just because he can, and for some reason, you like that.
âDo you trust me?â He asks, his breath ghosting against your wet lips.
You nod at him without a second thought.
He crawls off of you, and the loss of his body is enough to force a breathless whine from your throat. He just shushes you and disappears out of your room. Heâs been in your home enough times to know where everything is, but it still leaves you feeling slightly embarrassed at the thought of him looking around your apartment without you. You cleaned yesterday, right? You really hope so.
When he reemerges, heâs holding something long and black. It dangles from his fingers clearly, and the closer you look you realize itâs a piece of black cloth.
âWhereâd you find that?â You ask. You probably should be asking what he plans to do with it, but your brain is having trouble processing actual thoughts right now.
He doesnât respond. Instead, he climbs back into bed with you, and ever so carefully presents the fabric to you.
âYou said you donât know how to turn your brain off, right?â He mumbles, bringing a hand to your thigh. His fingertips ghost over the skin, bringing goosebumps in their wake. âMaybeâŠMaybe this will help.â
You still arenât understanding, and he seems to be able to tell by the look of genuine confusion on your face. He chuckles and scoots closer, but this time it seems his confidence has faded the tiniest bit. He looks almost nervous, like heâs riding a bike without training wheels for the first time.
âI donât get it.â You mumble, letting out a nervous laugh. âHow is a piece of fabric going to help?â
He balls up the fabric, eyes lingering on it before he finds your gaze again. âJust let me try something?â He asks.
Part of you is screaming at you to say no. You have no idea whatâs going through his mind or what strange fantasy heâs planning to play out with you, and youâre terrified to find out.
But the other part of youâŠthe smaller, braver part, wants you to say fuck it. Youâve already come this far with him, whatâs a little more push? Besides, what could it hurt?
Slowly, your head nods up and down. Sunghoon, for what it's worth, doesnât look smug or happy. He just swallows, his adams apple bobbing as he does, and cautiously makes his way so heâs chest to chest with you.
You watch as he brings the piece of fabric towards your head, and then suddenly your vision is cut off completely. You let out a breath of air as he ties the fabric at the back of your skull gently, his fingers working carefully to make sure he doesnât catch any of your hair.
The vulnerability makes your core ache something awful. The thought of not being able to see him, not being able to know what his next move isâŠitâs exhilarating.
Your hands clench your sheets from anticipation, knuckles going a vivid white.Â
You hear Sunghoon chuckle, the sound low and breathy, and then heâs moving somewhere you canât see. You can feel his hands on your thighs still, like heâs trying to keep you grounded. To reassure you that heâs still here. That heâs not leaving.
âYouâre so beautiful, you know that?â He murmurs. You feel his hand slowly slide up until heâs reaching the hem of your shorts. He doesn't go under it â just keeps it there. Like heâs teasing you.
You feel yourself flush. âDonât say things like that.â
His fingers slide up the fabric until he reaches the waistband, and then slowly he slips his fingertips under it and tugs. âWhy?â He asks. You can practically feel the smirk that youâre sure is radiating from him. âItâs true.â
You just let out a breath, too focused on the feeling of him dragging your shorts and underwear down the soft skin of your legs. You hear him toss them aside somewhere, and then the room goes very still.Â
You swallow uncomfortably, legs closing on instinct. You hate that you canât see him or even try to guess what heâs thinking. Is he disappointed? Does he not want to do this anymore?
Your hands reach for the blindfold to pull it down, but a sudden grip on your wrist stops you.
âDonât.â Sunghoon murmurs, his voice low and breathy.Â
You freeze, arousal begins to pool in your core, and you listen to him. Your hands fall back to your sides and leave you encased in darkness and anticipation.
Ever so slowly, you hear him move. His hands find your knees and push them apart, exposing your glistening folds to him, and you feel him settle between your thighs.
âPoor baby,â he teases, leaving featherlight kisses on the inside of your thighs. âNever been taken care of properly, huh? No wonder this pretty little pussy is practically dripping for me.â He runs the tip of his finger over your slit, and you shiver at the contact.
âHoon,â you pant, trying to ignore that it sounds more like a beg than anything else. âJustâJust hurry up and touch me so we can get this over with.â
He has the audacity to chuckle, but makes no move to help subside the growing ache in your stomach. If you didnât know any better, youâd think he thinks this entire thing is funny.Â
âSo impatient,â he says, clicking his tongue as he does. âThis is why youâve never cum, princess. Youâre rushing things. Howâs your pretty pussy supposed to finish if you never let her start in the first place?â
You donât have a reply for that. If anything, it just irritates you that he sounds like he knows what heâs talking about. He totally doesnât, but still. Itâs annoying that he thinks he knows more about your body than you do.
Slowly, he begins to spread your lips, his thumb spreading your arousal. The pad of it catches on your clit for just a split second, but the jolt of pleasure it gives you is enough to force a gasp out of your throat.
He pulls back for just a moment, before finally his mouth is on you fully, licking a stripe from your hole all the way to your clit. Your back arches without warning, a moan pushing its way from your lungs. The suddenness of it forces your brain to go on temporary pause, and all you can focus on is the feeling of his mouth.
He licks you like a man starved, grunts of pleasure falling from his lips as if he's the one being pleasured. âThere you go, baby,â he mumbles against you, the noise drowned out by the wet sounds of your sopping pussy. âFeels good, hm?â
You just moan in response, unable to form any actual thoughts. Suddenly youâre almost grateful for the blindfold, because you arenât sure youâd be able to handle seeing him in between your legs â making a home for himself there as if he always knew heâd end up there.
His hand grips your hip suddenly, fingers digging into the plush skin so hard youâre sure thereâll be marks in the morning. âTell me,â he gasps, punctuating it by a tug at your clit. âTell me exactly how good it feels.â
âSoâSo good,â you manage. âFuck, itâs good.â
Youâve had men go down on you before, but never like this. Never like it was something they were doing for their own pleasure and not just because they felt obligated.
âI know it is, pretty girl.â He says. You feel his free hand slowly run up your calf and your inner thigh, before his finger is prodding at your entrance and pushing through the tight ring of muscle.
Your head goes fuzzy, hips lifting off the bed and chasing the heat of his mouth and the thrusts of his finger. Itâs an overwhelming sensation, one that youâve never really experienced before. And for one fleeting moment, you think that Sunghoon might have just done the thing he set out to do.
Prove you wrong.
âFuck,â you whine, your hand searching blindly for his in an attempt to slow him down. âHoon, slow downââ
He doesnât listen. Instead, he forces another finger into your hole, stretching you out deliciously and now giving you a moment to breathe.
âI know, baby, I know,â he mumbles, giving your clit another harsh suck. âItâs gonna feel real good here soon.â
Slowly, the coil in your stomach builds and builds. Usually, this would be when you stop, accidentally edging yourself and thinking it was because you just couldnât orgasm like a normal woman can. But Sunghoon doesnât. Instead, he works you through it like thereâs no place youâd rather be.
You gasp, reaching up and tugging the blindfold off. It falls to the side slowly, and when you look down you see Sunghoon between your legs, his cock in his hand and jerking himself off with slow, languid strokes.
Itâs probably the hottest thing youâve ever seen a guy do.
âShit, Iâm gonnaâoh, fuckââ
Sunghoon doesnât go faster or harder, he just keeps the same pace, until finally youâre spilling over and releasing all over his face, your hole spasming against his fingers. He drinks your release like itâs his own personal ambrosia, groaning through it.
âThatâs a good girl,â he murmurs, voice raising in pitch. âCum all over my face.â
He finishes shortly after you with a small cry, his cum painting your sheets and his hand a milky white.
When itâs over, you're panting like a dog in heat, thighs twitching and sweat beading across your forehead. You donât even know what to do or say. Your best friend just made you finish for the first time after youâd spent years thinking it just wasn't possible for you. And not only did he bring you to orgasm, he did it without even using his fucking dick.
You could seriously kill him.
Slowly, he climbs up next to you, his own chest heaving from his own orgasm.
âSo?â He murmurs.
You glare at him. âDonât say it.â
He puts his hands up in surrender. âI wasnât going to say anything.â But the smirk on his face says otherwise.
Youâre having a lot of thoughts right now. Mostly that you canât believe you just let your best friend eat you out.
But mostly that you canât wait for him to do it again.
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Foram em torno de dez cervejas, sozinho na varanda do quarto de hotel que Jungwon estava naquela semana de turnĂȘ. Dez cervejas foram o suficiente para deixĂĄ-lo alto, o corpo quentinho, a mente lenta e tranquila, os pensamentos vagando de forma imprĂłpria em torno de seu corpinho. Ah, como ele sentia sua falta...
A melhor amiga dele, a Ășltima pessoa em que ele deveria ter pensamentos impuros, mas a primeira pessoa que vinha em sua cabeça nesses momentos. Lerdinho por conta da cerveja, sentiu a sensação que fez sua espinha gelar, todos os pĂȘlinhos de seu corpo se arrepiarem. Jungwon estava com tesĂŁo.
Respirou fundo, tentando ignorar a crescente ereção entre o short molinho de dormir, e quase gemeu, em pura manha, incomodado com a sensação. A palma da mão passou de levinho pelo próprio pau, e o ato jå o fez se contorcer. Meio contrariado, passa novamente, desta vez com mais força, e acaba por impulsionar o quadril para cima, afim de receber melhor o próprio carinho.
Concentrado, continua a se punhetar, pensa em vocĂȘ o abraçando, nas vezes em que dormem juntos bem agarradinhos, nas vezes que ele teve que esconder a excitação pela manhĂŁ por pura vergonha. Se imagina te beijando, te agarrando em qualquer parede e te prenssando com vontade. Ah, como ele te queria..
âMinha...â, ele murmura, entorpecido pelo prazer, pela sensação de te ter naquele momento, pelo menos em sua mente. âLinda, linda...â
âBebĂȘ..â, a voz doce murmura em seu ouvido, uma melosidade exacerbada, carregada de carinho, paixĂŁo, e tesĂŁo.
Heeseung ao menos sabia o que queria dizer. Só queria poder te chamar, capturar sua atenção, ter seu corpo quentinho colado no dele. Ele estava carente.
PĂłs semanas de muito trabalho, e cansaço, finalmente ele tinha tempo o suficiente pra ficar do jeitinho que ele gostava: grudado em vocĂȘ como um carrapatinho. Desta vez estavam em seu apartamento, no enorme sofĂĄ da sala, vendo Friends de manhĂŁ cedinho.
âTĂĄ arrepiadinha?â, pergunta risonho, a voz melodiosa soando baixinha e Ăntima. âHm? Minha princesa.â, prosseguiu com beijos molhados e lentos em seu pescoço, intercalados com chupĂ”es levinhos para nĂŁo deixar marcas.
Heeseung beijava tĂŁo bem. TĂŁo bem. Sua mĂŁo encaixa entre os cabelos loiros dele, puxando de levinho. Um detalhe sobre ele que sempre te deixava molhada era que ele beijava deixando escapar pequenos gemidos sinceros.
Ele sempre fora sensĂvel.
Gostava de seus carinhos, de seus afagos, e principalmente de seus toques Ăntimos. Ficava molhadinho tĂŁo rĂĄpido⊠Em pouco tempo jĂĄ estavam se beijando com ele insinuando estocadas circulares, rebolando contra sua pelve nua. A dureza em constante contato, separados unicamente pela malha fina da samba canção dele.
âGostosa..â, murmura contra seus lĂĄbios, o cenho franzidinho, tornando o rostinho de hamster em uma mistura fofa de bravura e fofura.
A primeira botada era um tĂłpico sensĂvel pra ele. Sentia o corpo arrepiar, os olhos imediatamente se fechavam contra sua vontade. Porra, era tĂŁo gostoso⊠E vocĂȘ tĂŁo quentinha, molhada e escorregadia, apertando o pau dele sem nem perceber. Apertadinha, tĂŁo pequena que ele sentia o pequeno volume em seu ventre cada vez que ele ia bem fundo. Era uma sensação de alĂvio, a tensĂŁo se esvaindo vagarosamente.
Queria te leitar. Queria leitar lĂĄ dentro, gozar forte e fundo, te fazer dele, te engravidar, mostrar pra todos que era ele quem te comia gostoso, era ele que possuĂa seu corpo. Queria a sensação de intimidade que pulsar dentro de ti trazia, a bagunça que vocĂȘs faziam chegando ao ĂĄpice juntos. Mas iria demorar pra conseguir externalizar seus desejos sem morrer de vergonha.
Parecia uma ótima ideia um sexo gostoso, romùntico, lento e bem sujinho. Aumenta as estocadas, botando cada vez mais råpido e forte. Esconde o rostinho em seu pescoço, geme com manha, fazendo dengo.
âBota a perna aqui.â, sussurra, puxando sua coxa para que se entrelace na cintura dele. Assim ele consegue meter mais fundo, e assim faz. âIsso, gatinha, isso.â, a frase sai mais aguda do que imagina.
Passam a manhĂŁ daquele jeitinho, aproveitando a companhia um do outro, enquanto podem. JĂĄ como Evan, ele alternava entre dormir em seu apartamento, e no estĂșdio. E logo teria de voltar ao estĂșdio. Por isso, aproveitaria o mĂĄximo dentro de vocĂȘ.
âMais forte.â, vocĂȘ segreda baixinho, em um pedido fraco.
âQuer que eu meta mais forte, amor? Quer? Pede de novo pro seu Hee, pede de novo.â, era incrĂvel o quĂŁo afetado ele ficava ao te ver excitada.
âMais forte, Hee. Mete mais f-forte, mete gostoso.â
âPorra..â
Mesmo assim, ele ainda conseguia ser carinhoso â por mais que estivesse acatando suas ordens, e aumentando a energia em cada botada.
âCaralho, vou gozar em vocĂȘ..â, a voz quase nĂŁo sai, as mĂŁos apertam ainda mais sua bunda, puxando seu quadril de encontro ao dele.
âHee..â, vocĂȘ diz em um engasgo, apertando os olhinhos e segurando com força o cabelo, e as costas dele, enquanto goza gostoso, melando o pau dele inteirinho.
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[đAVISOS:] smut, nicholas amigo de infĂąncia e big!dick, uso de cigarro eletrĂŽnico, corruption kink, muita degradação, tapas, masturbação!fem&masc e squirting
â Sua mamĂŁe sabe que vocĂȘ tĂĄ frequentando esses lugares? â foi o que Nicholas perguntou, soprando a fumaça do vape de morango ao te ver completamente nua, deitada na cama daquele quarto com luzes vermelhas.
Era como ver uma princesa com seus vestidos bordados a ouro e cabelos bem organizados por damas de companhia caindo diretamente no lugar mais imundo, perigoso e profano que se pudesse imaginar.
â E-eu sĂł venho aqui p-para⊠â balbuciou, quase sem fala pelo medo de ter sido pega pelo seu amigo de infĂąncia e, principalmente, pelo Wang estar se aproximando de vocĂȘ sem camisa.
A pele dele era linda e leitosa, com ombros largos⊠Tudo parecia tentador demais, mais perfeito do que vocĂȘ secretamente imaginava desde que vocĂȘs dois começaram a crescer.
â NĂŁo pode meter â vocĂȘ sussurrou, preocupada que suas amigas que realmente trabalhavam ali nĂŁo tivessem avisado.
â Claro que sim! Olha que gostosa, vale cada centavo e muito mais⊠â a mĂŁo dedilhou todos os contornos do seu corpo, arrepiando sua pele inteirinha. â Paguei sĂł pra te olhar rebolando essa bunda linda, com as perninhas bem abertas. Quero te ver desesperada pra ter algo na bucetinha, mas nĂŁo poderâŠ
As mĂŁos grandes te empurraram de volta no colchĂŁo, o som do cinto de couro sendo aberto ecoando no quarto vazio.
A cena te deixou completamente hipnotizada. SĂł havia experimentado coisas com as meninas dali, nunca tinha visto um homem sem roupas sem ser na tela do seu celular Ă s duas da manhĂŁ, muito bem escondidinha de qualquer pessoa⊠E Nicholas estava ali, se despindo inteirinho pra vocĂȘ, com aquele pau grande e grosso saltando quando ele tirou a cueca â a Ășnica coisa deliciosa e quase desproporcional nele.
O Wang ouviu seu arfar surpreso, dando uma risadinha:
â TĂĄ com medo de quĂȘ? Minha pica nĂŁo vai te arrebentar, gracinha.
â Mas podia⊠â sussurrou.
â Ă, podia mesmo â apesar da concordĂąncia, ele nĂŁo estava nem sonhando em ultrapassar o limite imposto. Mas, provocar⊠Aquilo era outra histĂłria.
â Deixa eu ver, deixa â pediu, se abaixando entre elas. â Pode tocar?
â P-PodeâŠ
Os dedos longos abriram os lĂĄbios da sua bucetinha com cuidado, quase escorregando de volta no processo de tĂŁo encharcada que vocĂȘ estava. Mordeu o lĂĄbio cheinho com vontade com a visĂŁo, te devorando com os olhos e maluco por ouvir os seus gemidinhos completamente manhosos sĂł por estar sendo vista, sem nem ter o pontinho mais sensĂvel tocado.
A risada dele deixou mais um pouco de fumaça escapar:
â Eu nunca pensei que vocĂȘ seria uma coisinha pervertida assim, sabia? â se levantou, entregando o cigarro eletrĂŽnico na sua mĂŁozinha. â As quietinhas sĂŁo mesmo as pioresâŠ
VocĂȘ nem conseguia defender a prĂłpria honra, corada com as palavras difamatĂłrias e hipnotizada com o que Nicholas fazia consigo mesmo â o ritmo, as veias nas mĂŁos e na pica, como o punho girava a cada vai-e-vem apertadinho, a glande brilhante⊠SĂł tragava o vape docinho e soprava com a respiração entrecortada.
Mas bastou ele estender a mesma mĂŁo para vocĂȘ abocanhar os dedinhos â muito mais interessantes â com vontade, desesperada para sentir o gostinho de uma pica de verdade ali â e, caralho, vocĂȘ estava tĂŁo desesperada que, na sua cabecinha burra, era tĂŁo docinhoâŠ
â Isso, engasga nos meus dedos, sua vagabunda â Nicholas xingou, mas havia um fascĂnio profundo no olhar dele. â Chupa bonitinho que eu te ensino a me mamar depois, uh?
Ah, e vocĂȘ fez um showzinho com o pouco que havia aprendido de sedução naquele lugar. Piscou os olhinhos â jĂĄ marejados de tesĂŁo â com falsa inocĂȘncia, com a cabecinha indo e vindo, prendendo os dedinhos num cantinho da bochecha para dar aquele voluminho que deixava os homens com a cabecinha derretida⊠Claro que Nicholas iria perder o controle cedo ou tarde.
E foi o que rolou. Quase gozou com o tapinha delicioso me molhado de saliva que ganhou na cara.
â Seu projetozinho de vadia⊠â rosnou abrindo mais ainda suas perninhas.
Foi o suficiente para vocĂȘ esguichar enquanto gozava, as perninhas tremendo enquanto o lĂquido translĂșcido jorrava da sua bucetinha caia no abdomen definido, no peito, no pau pulsando e derramando a porra quentinha bem no seu meiozinhoâŠ
Se olharam, ofegantes, dessa vez com mais confidĂȘncia.
Nicholas se inclinou e capturou a sua boquinha num beijo lentinho, quente e carinhoso. As mĂŁos sujas dos seus lĂquidos agarrando sua bunda cheinha, te trazendo para um abraço com os corpos nus.
VocĂȘ e James estavam namorando hĂĄ um bom tempo. E hoje Ă noite finalmente tinham o dormitĂłrio sĂł para vocĂȘs pela primeira vez, jĂĄ que a maioria dos membros do grupo dele haviam voltado para a casa de suas famĂlias durante o final de semana. Por isso o lugar estava mais silencioso do que o normal, com apenas o som baixo da TV e algumas risadas ocasionais preenchendo a sala de estar mal iluminada.
Era uma das suas noites tĂpicas juntos, que normalmente passavam no seu apartamento quando ele nĂŁo estava tĂŁo ocupado. Ficaram horas jogando, discutindo por coisas idiotas, assistindo episĂłdios repetidos do anime que James havia descoberto recentemente e brincando, como sempre. Ăs vezes ficavam super competitivos com algum joguinho idiota, outras vezes se distraĂam completamente e começavam a falar de bobagens ou acontecimentos durante a semana, jogando conversa fora.Â
Entretanto, nĂŁo havia o que temer. A relação de vocĂȘs costumava ser pura, apesar de tudo. NĂŁo passavam dos beijos, e Ă s vezes corriam sim algumas mĂŁozinhas bobas aqui e ali, mas nunca chegaram a transar, nem nada do tipo. Isso costumava nĂŁo te incomodar, e de fato nĂŁo incomoda, mas durante os Ășltimos tempos havia virado uma pedrinha irritante no seu sapato. E irritante porque agora vocĂȘ queria transar com ele. Toda maldita hora.
Isso se deve ao fato de que normalmente nĂŁo precisavam de grandes planos, velas ou declaraçÔes elaboradas para ficarem satisfeitos com a presença um do outro. Sobretudo, aquela bagunça gostosa de risadas, zoaçÔes e silĂȘncios tranquilos era, de longe, o seu tipo de noite favorita com ele.
E se arrependia toda vez que pensava nisso. Por que nĂŁo simplesmente disse sim? Aposta que nĂŁo dormiria frustrada apĂłs inutilmente tentar substituir o namorado visivelmente faminto pelos seus dedinhos pequenos.
âTipo o quĂȘ?â vocĂȘ perguntou, realmente desentendida, sentada confortavelmente no sofĂĄ esticado, mastigando uma porção de batatinhas enquanto o anime continuava rolando baixinho na tela da tevĂȘ.
Ele se aproximou mais por baixo das cobertas com um sorrisinho malicioso no rosto, roubando uma batatinha do seu pacote. Â
âĂ, amor, vocĂȘ. JĂĄ assistiu hentai? Ou⊠sei lĂĄ, qualquer tipo de pornĂŽ?â A voz dele ficou mais baixa, mais Ăntima, enquanto ele chegava ainda mais perto, quase encostando os joelhos nos seus. âTĂŽ curioso. VocĂȘ gosta de ver esse tipo de coisa?â Ele roubou mais uma batatinha, a sobrancelha bem desenhada ficando arqueada. Droga, ele realmente estava interessado.
âUhmâŠâ vocĂȘ hesitou, os dedos brincando com a embalagem amassada enquanto tentava ignorar o calor subindo pelo seu rosto. Ele sorriu ao notar sua hesitação.
âVocĂȘ tĂĄ corando, que fofa.â Ele se inclinou mais sobre vocĂȘ, nĂŁo tĂŁo sutil dessa vez. âVai, somos sĂł nĂłs dois. Sem julgamentos, prometo.â Os dedos dele roçaram de propĂłsito na sua coxa. âJĂĄ assistiu algo⊠com duas pessoas fazendo coisas adultas?â
VocĂȘ revirou os olhos e tirou a mĂŁo dele da sua coxa, o olhando um tanto desconfiada. âO que vocĂȘ tĂĄ querendo, hein?â James ficou em silĂȘncio por um tempo, sem se ofender, segurando seu pulso e te puxando para mais perto, mesmo contra sua vontade. Â
âNada, nada. SĂł tĂŽ curioso âpra saber o que deixa minha garota excitada.â O polegar dele fazia cĂrculos no seu pulso enquanto ele te olhava com uma intensidade meio brincalhona. âMas agora vocĂȘ me deixou pensando⊠se eu tentasse algumas dessas posiçÔes ridĂculas com vocĂȘ, serĂĄ que vocĂȘ se dobraria pra mim?â
âJames!â vocĂȘ o repreendeu, olhando feio pra ele enquanto apertava a almofada contra o peito como um escudo, nervosinha.
âNĂŁo tĂŽ desconfortĂĄvel, Jami.â Uniu as perninhas, mas se arrepende logo no mesmo instante, sentindo algo melado te incomodar. Seu namorado parece ter notado, jĂĄ que levantou um olhar curioso. âE-Eu sĂł nĂŁo esperava, tipo⊠agora.â
âE isso te deixa nervosa? Estamos sĂł falando de hentai, linda.â A mĂŁo dele persistiu, traçando um caminho perigoso conforme abaixava o tom, tĂŁo melodioso quanto persuasivo. âMas nĂŁo precisa ficar acanhada, gatinha. Eu sou seu namorado, lembra?â
âE daĂ?â VocĂȘ questionou, receosa pelo teor da pergunta, inconscientemente chegando mais perto do seu namorado, atraĂda pela maneira estĂșpida que a luz fria iluminava cada detalhe mĂĄsculo do rosto dele e a droga do cabelo. Inferno!
âE daĂ que jĂĄ estamos namorando hĂĄ um tempoâŠâ As falanges dele apertaram de leve sua coxa, sutil, dois dedinhos abaixo da barra do seu shortinho. Dois dedinhos seus. âVocĂȘ jĂĄ pensou emâŠâ
Ele se aproximou ainda mais, o hålito quente roçando na sua orelha com lentidão.
âEu⊠eu deixaria, sim.â vocĂȘ admitiu baixinho, engolindo em seco enquanto as palavras dele te puxavam para um torpor que nem tinha percebido que estava caindo. Seu coração batia absurdamente rĂĄpido com o jeito carnĂvoro que ele te olhava, sentindo que as coisas sairiam do controle se nĂŁo interviesse logo. âS-sĂł nĂŁo agora!â vocĂȘ voltou atrĂĄs imediatamente, quase entrando em pĂąnico por milhĂ”es de besteirinhas fĂșteis.
Ele inclinou a cabeça, estudando seu rosto com curiosidade. âSĂł nĂŁo agora⊠ou nunca?â
âEi!â vocĂȘ exclamou, segurando nos ombros dele pra se equilibrar, o olhando com curiosidade exacerbada, uma vez que nĂŁo conseguia fazer sua mente pensar em algo que nĂŁo fosse o que te cutucava bem no seu meinho jĂĄ arruinado. âO que vocĂȘ tĂĄâ fazendo?â
Os braços fortes dele envolveram sua cintura possessivamente, te mantendo parada no colo dele.Â
VocĂȘ soltou uma risadinha nervosa, evitando os olhos dele por um segundo. âEu ainda preciso pensar, tĂĄ bom?â murmurou baixinho, nĂŁo exatamente envergonhada.
âTalvez. Com meus exâs.â Seu queixo tremeu, observando a reação dele com cuidado. âTĂĄâ bravo?â Ele piscou, surpreso por meio segundo, antes de um sorrisinho se espalhar devagar no rosto.Â
âBravo? Por que eu ficaria bravo?â Ele apertou os braços ao redor da sua cintura, te puxando e colando mais contra o prĂłprio peito. âSĂł significa que vocĂȘ sabe o que âtĂĄ fazendo⊠ou que eu vou ter que fazer melhor.â Ele beijou seu biquinho involuntĂĄrio. âDetalhes, bebĂȘ. Me dĂĄ detalhes.â
âJami, vocĂȘ acabou de me dizer que nĂŁo tem experiĂȘncia!â vocĂȘ riu, erguendo a sobrancelha logo apĂłs, brincando de apertar a borda da camisa dele.
âE?â Ele deu de ombros, despreocupado. âEu aprendo rĂĄpido.â As mĂŁos dele voltaram a passear, apertando sua bunda possessivamente, te arrancando um gemidinho esganiçado que nĂŁo passou despercebido pelo loiro. âSabe dissoâŠâ
Suas perninhas bambeiam por meio segundo, numa vontade traiçoeira de fechĂĄ-las quando um incĂŽmodo surgiu bem no centro, de novo.Â
âEntĂŁo? De quantos exâs estamos falando?â Diminuiu o tom de voz, bradando ao questionar de maneira mais afĂĄvel, querendo uma resposta sua. âDois? TrĂȘs?â Ele mordeu seu lĂĄbio inferior, as orbes escuras te analisando. âMe dĂĄ um nĂșmero.â
âDois.â vocĂȘ respondeu casualmente, ainda se recuperando do Ășltimo comentĂĄrio dele.
âDois.â Ele repetiu, os dedos traçando padrĂ”es nas suas costas. âE vocĂȘ fodeu com os dois? Trepou com eles de verdade?â Havia um tom diferente na voz dele agora â nĂŁo raiva, mas algo como ciĂșme e necessidade de possessĂŁo. âMe conta. Qual foi melhor?â
VocĂȘ sorriu sozinha, notando o biquinho emburrado ainda no rosto dele. âVocĂȘ parece bravo, Jami.â provocou num tom baixinho, soando mais afrontosa do que gostaria.
Ele fez uma careta imediatamente, fingindo estar ofendido. âEu nĂŁo tĂŽ bravo.â Beliscou sua bochecha. âEu só⊠âtĂŽ processando. Minha namorada inocente tem mais experiĂȘncia que eu.â Ele se jogou de costas na cama, te arrastando junto num suspiro dramĂĄtico. âIsso tĂĄ ferindo meu ego, bebĂȘ. VocĂȘ era praâ ser purinha.â
âSim?â Ergue os olhinhos, unindo as sobrancelhas em curiosidade.
âQuem era melhor na cama? O primeiro ou o segundo?â Ele perguntou, direto, as pernas te prendendo com mais firmeza, como se nĂŁo pretendesse te soltar antes de obter uma resposta.
âUhm⊠posso dizer nenhum?â
Ele ergueu uma sobrancelha. âNenhum?â repetiu, confuso, insatisfeito com a resposta. âEntĂŁo vocĂȘ tĂĄâ dizendo que os dois eram ruins na cama? Fala a verdade, bebĂȘ, nĂŁo precisa mentir âpra mim.â
âOlhando agora nĂŁo me interessa mais, amor.â Foi sincera, nĂŁo falhando no tom decidido. Nem mesmo aquela conversa parecia ser capaz de cessar seus pensamentos sujinhos. âSó⊠podemos parar de falar dos meus exâs?â
Num piscar de olhos, imediatamente a expressĂŁo dele amoleceu. James te puxou mais para perto, esfregando o nariz no seu pescoço como quem pedia desculpas. âTĂĄâ bom, tĂĄâ bom. Chega de falar dos seus exâs, me desculpa.â Beijou seu pescoço com carinho, ficando quietinho demais para quem jĂĄ havia terminado. âMas posso perguntar mais uma coisinha? A Ășltima, prometo.â
âHm?â
âSe a gente fizer isso⊠transar de verdade, vocĂȘ vai me comparar com eles na sua mente?â A voz dele estava suave demais, quase vulnerĂĄvel, um medo tĂŁo palpĂĄvel que te deixava mal. âEu seria melhor? Pior?â Ele mordeu o lĂĄbio, esperando ansioso.
âNĂŁo sei.â Pausa, os poucos segundos em silĂȘncio te dando uma ideia mais do que perfeita. âĂ algo que ainda vamos descobrir.â EntĂŁo, vocĂȘ empurrou seu namorado de vez contra o sofĂĄ e prendeu as mĂŁos dele no acolchoado macio. James soltou um gemido baixo quando caiu no colchĂŁo, a olhando com os olhos arregalados enquanto vocĂȘ prendia dramaticamente as mĂŁos dele sobre a cabeça. âVocĂȘ faz pergunta demais...â
âEi! O que vocĂȘââ A pergunta dele morreu num gemido quando vocĂȘ montou em cima sobre ele, bem onde o garoto tentava esconder. âAmor, o que vocĂȘ tĂĄ fazendo?â
VocĂȘ interrompeu ele no meio da frase, se inclinando rĂĄpido e o tomando num beijo sedento para calar a insatisfação de uma nĂŁo resposta. Ele imediatamente derreteu na sua boca, arqueando o corpo contra o seu e abrindo os lĂĄbios para te deixar entrar de boa vontade, as mĂŁos apressadas a puxando pelas costas como se fosse incontrolĂĄvel. A lĂngua dele, quente e intrusa, se enroscou na sua, permitindo que o beijo ficasse cada vez mais quente, bagunçado, molhado e imundo.Â
Inconscientemente, ele empurrou os quadris para cima, forçando a ereção latejante contra o seu calor, as mãos lutando contra seu aperto numa mistura de noção e insanidade, desesperado para te tocar.
E quando encaixou sua intimidade quentinha no volume exigente, ele soltou o gemidinho mais adorĂĄvel do mundo, te deixando ainda mais fissurada no garoto. âMmph⊠porra.â Nunca imaginou que ele fosse desse tipo.
âNenhum dos meus exâs tinha um rosto como o seu.â vocĂȘ disse baixinho, quase como um segredo, um sorrisinho bobo se formando conforme via o brilho nos olhinhos dele aumentar, deixando um beijinho doce na pontinha do nariz dele âE nem o amor que eu sinto por vocĂȘ.â
Os olhos dele se tornaram escuros e enevoados em uma mistura de tesĂŁo e paixĂŁo, o peito subindo e descendo rĂĄpido abaixo de vocĂȘ, tentando soltar as mĂŁos sem sucesso. âSe vocĂȘ continuar falando assim, eu vou explodir de verdade.â Ele empurrou os quadris pra cima novamente, a voz saindo mais dengosa do que gostaria. O pau jĂĄ estava dolorosamente endurecido contra sua buceta coberta. âIsso⊠conta com o meu corpo?â
âAmor.â vocĂȘ sorriu amorosa, tocada com a necessidade insegura dele. âDepende. Me deixa ver?â Segurou a barra da camisa dele e puxou devagar para cima, somente esperando que ele concordasse.
Ele levantou os braços na hora para te ajudar, deixando vocĂȘ retirar o tecido incĂŽmodo e jogĂĄ-la de lado. Com o torso nu, ele flexionou o abdĂŽmen sem nem perceber, sensĂvel ao calor insuportĂĄvel que seu Ăntimo transmitia, o que era totalmente novo para ele.
âE-E aĂ?â Ele ergueu uma sobrancelha, olhando pra vocĂȘ com expectativa enquanto tentava controlar os impulsos do prĂłprio corpo.
âPorra.â Ele gemeu, tomado pelo agrado que era te ouvir elogiĂĄ-lo daquela maneira. Os quadris se movendo desesperadamente contra os seus novamente. âPo⊠Posso perguntar outra coisa?â
âVocĂȘ fica tĂŁo fofo pedindo permissĂŁo, sabia?â Sentou no quadril dele, mas ignorou o pedido por enquanto. Tirou a prĂłpria blusa devagar e sacudiu de levinho o prĂłprio busto, sentindo o ar frio abraçar os mamilos arrebitadinhos pelo tesĂŁo eminente. Os olhos dele caĂram imediatamente em seus seios, a lĂngua passando pelos lĂĄbios secos sem pestanejar.
âNada disso.â VocĂȘ negou, malvada, apertando mais o pulso dele como um aviso.
Os olhos dele brilharam com frustração e desejo intenso. âVocĂȘ tĂĄâ me matandoâŠâ rosnou, tentando se soltar, mesmo sem te forçar. âPelo menos deixa eu tocar nas suas pernas!â
James sendo um chorĂŁo daquele jeito estava bagunçando sua quĂmica cerebral. Sem se conter, vocĂȘ o beijou novamente enquanto desabotoava o cinto pesado dele. Ele gemeu na sua boca, os quadris se mexendo involuntariamente com o tilintar do couro, beijando sua boca com a mesma urgĂȘncia e volĂșpia, a lĂngua quente girando contra a sua.
E quando vocĂȘ terminou de tirar a calça dele, se afastou com muito custo dos lĂĄbios inchados do rapaz, que a olhou perdido no mesmo instante. âMantenha as mĂŁos onde eu consiga ver, hm?â
Ele soltou um gemido estrangulado quando suas unhas arrastaram pela cintura sensĂvel, o corpo inteiro tensionando enquanto vocĂȘ o expunha pela primeira vez diante dos prĂłprios olhos. âPorra⊠porra, sim- obrigado, amor.â O pau dele saltou livre, duro, rosado e jĂĄ babando, latejando acima da barriga durinha. Os quadris dele se mexendo ridiculamente em busca de alguma fricção.
E para ser sincera, acha que era o pau mais bonito que vocĂȘ jĂĄ tinha visto. A cabecinha rosada jorrava tanto que a fazia salivar, faminta para provar o gostinho. Por isso começa a masturbar a extensĂŁo longa numa punheta apertadinha, jĂĄ que estava tĂŁo curiosa a ponto de deixar de bancar a difĂcil e pagar o primeiro boquete merecido do seu garotinho. Mas sĂł quase.
âLinda, por favorâŠâ ele protesta.
âObedece, James.â
James mordeu o lĂĄbio com força sĂł para nĂŁo implorar de novo, as coxas tremendo em pura contenção, as mĂŁos ainda espalmadas como vocĂȘ mandou. Poxa, ele queria ser bom para vocĂȘ.
âEu tĂŽ tentando⊠mas caralho, vocĂȘ tĂĄâ me torturando muito. E a sua boca tĂĄ bem aĂâŠâ
âĂ?â vocĂȘ sorriu, as mĂŁos ainda ao redor do pau dele, os dedos bem apertados. Os olhos dele desceram rĂĄpido para ver seu sorrisinho chulo.
âQuer um beijinho aqui?â Sem esperar uma resposta, deu o beijo mais suave possĂvel na cabecinha babada. O corpo inteiro dele deu um solavanco violento, um gemido agudo e alto saindo da garganta dele. As mĂŁos se fecharam em punhos nos lençóis, numa tentativa de nĂŁo segurar seus cabelos. âAh? Gostou disso, Jami?â
O peito dele subia e descia rĂĄpido, os olhos apertados. âS-sim⊠porra, simâŠâ O pau dele pulsou, ficando ainda mais duro na sua mĂŁo. âPor favor, dĂĄ mais um?â
âClaro, bebĂȘ.â Ele choramingou baixinho quando vocĂȘ deu outro beijinho na ponta judiada, que babujou ainda mais, carente. Os quadris subiram tentando alcançar sua boca, as mĂŁos tremendo pelo esforço para ficar no mesmo lugar. Se sentia tĂŁo usado, e mesmo assim nĂŁo conseguia parar de ficar duro. Que merda.
âAmor.â chamou, quase sem forças, temendo ficar sem qualquer toque seu.
âEu vou⊠eu vou gozar se vocĂȘ- por favor nĂŁo paraâŠâ E sem se conter, gemeu ao redor dele. Amava como a voz do rapaz ficava ofegante e necessitada toda vez que o forçava garganta abaixo, cada ruĂdo se intensificando mais ainda. Ele jogou a cabeça pra trĂĄs, gemendo enquanto vocĂȘ o chupava com mais afinco, gulosa. âLindaâŠâ
Com um gemido arrastado, ele gozou forte na sua lĂngua. O sĂȘmen quente jorrou direto na sua garganta enquanto o corpo dele convulsionava pelo estĂmulo. As pernas dele envolveram sua cabeça instintivamente, te segurando no lugar enquanto ele terminava de gozar dentro da sua boca.
Engolindo tudo, vocĂȘ se afastou devagar, admirada com o fio de saliva que interligava a glande Ă sua boca. âAmor. VocĂȘ ainda âtĂĄ me prendendo.â VocĂȘ quis rir, admirada com a maneira que ele havia ficado destruĂdo com tĂŁo pouco.
Os olhos perdidos dele focaram em vocĂȘ, as pernas te soltando imediatamente quando notou. âMerda, desculpa, eu-â Ele respirava pesado. âLinda, isso foi⊠vocĂȘ acabou deâŠâ Ele puxou vocĂȘ pra cima enquanto tentava falar, te colocando de volta no colo dele com muito custo. âEu⊠agora eu preciso te tocar, por favor.â
âPrecisa?â Repetiu, surpresa com a iniciativa repentina. âE como vocĂȘ vai fazer isso?â
As mĂŁos grandes dele subiram pelas suas coxas enquanto ele te olhava com aqueles olhos grandes e quase inocentes. âPosso⊠posso tocar na sua buceta?â perguntou timidamente, o rosto ruborizado ao morder o lĂĄbio vermelhinho. O pau dele jĂĄ estava duro de novo, roçando bem no seu centro, quase na posição certa para entrar sem dificuldade. âPor favor?â
âClaro que pode, bebĂȘ.â James podia parecer maduro e masculino aos seus olhos, mas agora? Ele parecia tĂŁo inocente que chegava a doer.Â
âNĂŁo precisa pedir.â O tranquilizou, ansiosa pelo que viria a seguir. âEu confio em vocĂȘ, Jami.â
Um sorrisinho suave surgiu nos lĂĄbios dele, e entĂŁo os dedos longos deslizaram por baixo do tecido, puxando sua calcinha devagar e jogando-a de lado. NĂŁo precisou de muito. Ele te olhou com fome, agora completamente exposta e linda em cima dele, o seu cheirinho jĂĄ invadindo todos os sentidos animalescos do seu namorado.
âVocĂȘ tĂĄ' tĂŁo molhadaâŠâ murmurou, o polegar roçando de leve no seu clitĂłris, um pouco perdido, mas continuando quando te ouviu gemer fraquinho, contente com o toque. âVocĂȘ⊠gostou de me chupar?âÂ
âCacete, simâŠâ mordeu o lĂĄbio, desejosa, um misto do sabor dele com o tesĂŁo que sentia com a conversinha suja. âEu amei cada segundo.â
âN-NĂŁo, JamiâŠâ vocĂȘ protesta logo de cara, arruinada demais para mais preliminares. âQuero vocĂȘ dentroâŠâ Fez manha, o segurando pelos ombros, como se aquilo fosse o suficiente para fazĂȘ-lo desistir da ideia.
âNĂŁo?â O polegar pressionou no pontinho com mais firmeza, circulando enquanto o dedo do meio deslizava entre suas dobras meladas. âEntĂŁo me diz se estĂĄ bom assim, hm?â perguntou contra sua pele, a voz abafada pelos beijos molhadinhos no seu colo, nĂŁo querendo ir contra os seus desejos. A rola grossa ainda roçava na sua entrada, quente e pesada. âPosso⊠colocar?â
James sentiu vocĂȘ apertar forte ao redor dele em resposta, suas paredes se contraindo enquanto vocĂȘ tentava nĂŁo fazer tanto barulho, por mais que fosse impossĂvel quando se sentia tĂŁo bem e tĂŁo cheia, mesmo apĂłs tanto tempo sem aquilo. Os olhos dele reviraram de prazer com o aperto quentinho e sufocante. âPrincesa, faz qualquer som que quiser⊠por favor.â implorou, ainda parado dentro de vocĂȘ, te dando tempo para se acostumar com o tamanho dele, ao mesmo tempo que se controlava para nĂŁo gozar sĂł com aquilo. âQuero te ouvir.â
âC-Continua!â Pediu, mais gemendo do que falando, escondendo o rostinho choroso no pescoço branquinho, soltando os sonzinhos de puta que seu namorado havia acabado de se viciar. âJami⊠mais!â
Ele quase enlouqueceu com o seu pedido. As mĂŁos apertaram sua cintura, te apoiando para os quadris subirem mais forte e rĂĄpido, acertando o mesmo lugarzinho de antes, tendo a certeza quando te ouviu grunhir reclamona. âVocĂȘ tĂĄ apertando meu pau praâ caralho.â ofegou contra seus lĂĄbios, o ritmo ficando cada vez mais dengoso.
Ele continuou metendo, as estocadas ficando errĂĄticas e desesperadas, combinando perfeitamente com o estado de ambos. âBebĂȘ⊠eu vou⊠porra, eu vou gozar dentro se vocĂȘ continuar fazendo esses sons de puta.â O polegar encontrou seu grelinho novamente, circulando rĂĄpido enquanto ele te fodia. âDiz que eu posso, por favor. Eu posso? Posso te encher?â Perguntou ofegante, te abraçando por completo, os olhinhos te implorando por aquilo.
Socou forte uma Ășltima vez e, com um gemido rouquinho, ele gozou, a porra quentinha jorrando dentro da sua entradinha desprotegida. O corpo inteiro dele tremia enquanto ele te enchia completamente, aproveitando a sensação deliciosa pela primeira vez.
âEu tĂŽ' perto...â gemeu toda dengosa, mordendo a boquinha babada quando sentiu sua buceta contrair involuntariamente, te fazendo tremer no colinho do seu namorado. âJamiâŠâ
As estocadas ficaram rasas, mas ainda iam fundo, e o pau ainda pulsava dentro de vocĂȘ enquanto ele tentava ao mĂĄximo te fazer gozar. âIsso, isso, isso, sim⊠bem aqui, bebĂȘ, bem no meu pau.â O polegar pressionava forte no seu pontinho, do jeitinho que vocĂȘ gostava, te deixando mole em cima dele. James observava seu rosto atentamente, os dedos trabalhando rĂĄpido enquanto os quadris mantinham o ritmo, apesar de implorarem por descanso. Ele quer te fazer gozar.
âGoza, bebĂȘâŠâ Ele te beijou de um jeito bagunçado, mas era tĂŁo gostosinho que nem se importou, capturando seus gemidos chorosos. âGoza tudo em mim⊠por favor.â implorou, precisando sentir vocĂȘ pulsar ao redor dele. âVem pra mim.â
O estĂmulo te jogou no precipĂcio. Seu orgasmo te acertou com força desmedida, desigual. Suas paredes apertaram o pau dele com força, pulsando enquanto vocĂȘ gozava, um grito alto saindo da sua garganta, nĂŁo tendo ideia que os estĂmulos no seu grelinho te trariam um orgasmo tĂŁo gostoso. âAhâ porra! Porra!â o loiro gemeu com vocĂȘ, os olhos fechados ao te sentir ordenhando o pau dele, sensĂvel. âIsso, linda. CaralhoâŠâ
LĂĄgrimas se acumularam no cantinho dos seus olhos, o prazer sendo tĂŁo grande que te deixou fragilizada. James enterrou o rosto no seu pescoço, se recusando a tirar o pau de dentro de vocĂȘ, os braços firmes te prendendo pela cintura feito um urso.
âPor favor, me fala que eu fui bom.â sussurrou trĂȘmulo contra sua pele, soando vulnerĂĄvel e necessitado de elogios, tanto, que pensava que iria morrer se nĂŁo soubesse. âEu te fiz sentir bem? Eu fui bom? Fala a verdadeâŠâ Beijou seu ombro repetidamente, as orbes vidradas de um jeito que nunca havia visto antes. âEu te satisfiz, amor?â
â Heeseung, Jake e Sunghoon tinham o costume de dividir tudo. E vocĂȘ nunca foi exceção. â
đđŻđąđŹđšđŹ: +18, pwp, heejakehoon x reader, poligamia, menage, foursome, dupla penetração, oralsex, dirty talk, dom x sub, smut explĂcito, sexo sem preservativo (apenas ficção, use camisinha na vida real), Ădolos x leitora.
đ§đšđđđŹ: postei no spirit, mas trouxe aqui porque acabei perdendo minha antiga conta. Espero que gostem, mesmo nĂŁo sendo nada demais!
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O quarto estava abafado, pesado com o calor dos corpos e o cheiro denso de desejo. Heeseung recostou a cabeça na cabeceira da cama, os olhos semicerrados enquanto acompanhava cada segundo daquela visĂŁo. VocĂȘ estava ali, de joelhos bem no meio de suas pernas, completamente entregue Ă quela posição que expunha a vulnerabilidade exata que ele adorava. A metade do membro dele jĂĄ estava presa na sua boca, e a umidade brilhava na pele enquanto vocĂȘ tentava dar conta de toda aquela extensĂŁo.
âHeeseung mordeu o lĂĄbio inferior, um gemido rouco escapando de sua garganta, alto demais para o silĂȘncio do cĂŽmodo. As mĂŁos dele mergulharam fundo nos seus cabelos, puxando os fios com firmeza para ditar o ritmo sem piedade, forçando a sua cabeça a descer mais do que o seu fĂŽlego permitia. VocĂȘ nĂŁo tinha para onde fugir; a boca cheia, o gosto marcante dele inundando seu paladar, saboreando cada segundo daquela submissĂŁo enquanto seus olhos buscavam os dele em um pedido mudo de aprovação.
âA alguns passos dali, encostado na parede com os braços cruzados, Sunghoon assistia a tudo com um sorriso de canto, os olhos escuros de pura posse.
âJake, que estava mais afastado observando a cena, soltou uma risada baixa e gutural, sentindo o prĂłprio corpo queimar. Ele se aproximou a passos lentos, o olhar fixo na forma como vocĂȘ se dedicava. Sem pedir licença, Jake empurrou as mĂŁos de Heeseung para o lado e assumiu o controle dos seus cabelos, puxando-os com força suficiente para arquear seu pescoço para trĂĄs.
âA pressĂŁo das palavras de Jake combinada com o movimento implacĂĄvel fez o estĂŽmago de Heeseung se contrair violentamente. Ele nĂŁo aguentou mais. Os quadris deram um solavanco para a frente, e o fĂŽlego faltou de vez quando ele atingiu o limite.
ââ Merda! â Heeseung sibilou, segurando firme na sua nuca enquanto descarregava tudo, espesso e quente, direto na sua boca.
âVocĂȘ engoliu tudo o que ele pediu, sem hesitar, sentindo o gosto dele tomar conta de vocĂȘ. Heeseung desabou contra os travesseiros por um instante, respirando fundo, completamente rendido pela forma como vocĂȘ fazia o que quisesse dele apenas com a boca e a obediĂȘncia cega. Mas o quarto estava longe de esfriar.
Jake sorriu largo, um brilho sombrio de pura satisfação dançando em seus olhos ao vĂȘ-la engolir cada gota do esperma do amigo. Com um movimento firme, ele entrelaçou os dedos nos seus cabelos desgrenhados, puxando-a para trĂĄs para que a distĂąncia entre os rostos de vocĂȘs sumisse. O olhar dele era perfurante. Ao notar as lĂĄgrimas involuntĂĄrias de puro reflexo e exaustĂŁo escorrendo pelas suas bochechas, ele ergueu o polegar, limpando o canto dos seus olhos com uma suavidade que contrastava drasticamente com a intensidade do que estava prestes a fazer.
âSem lhe dar uma Ășnica chance para respirar ou se preparar, Jake segurou seus quadris com possessividade e cravou-se dentro de vocĂȘ de uma sĂł vez. Um grito agudo, selvagem e sem filtros, rasgou a sua garganta no mesmo instante. A estocada foi profunda, preenchendo cada centĂmetro com um atrito quente e brutalmente gostoso. VocĂȘ arqueou as costas contra os lençóis, os dedos agarrando o tecido desesperadamente enquanto os gemidos altos começavam a ecoar pelo quarto. A cada investida rĂĄpida e pesada dele, o nome de Jake virava um grito esganiçado de prazer, repetido como uma oração enquanto vocĂȘ se perdia naquele torvelinho de sensaçÔes.
ââ Ela nem estĂĄ reclamando, Jake. Escuta esses gritos deliciosos. â Heeseung comentou, a voz rouca e ainda ofegante, aproximando-se da cama a passos lentos, saboreando a cena.
âHeeseung se inclinou, as mĂŁos grandes e firmes agarrando a sua mandĂbula com força suficiente para imobilizar seu rosto, forçando-a a abrir os olhos marejados de prazer para encarĂĄ-lo diretamente.
ââ VocĂȘ vai deixar eu e o Sunghoon entrarmos juntos em vocĂȘ, princesa? â Heeseung perguntou, o polegar roçando os seus lĂĄbios Ășmidos. â Vai ser uma boa garota e deixar a gente te foder bem gostosinho enquanto o Jake te esgota?
ââ Me responde, vadia! â Ele rosnou, o tom autoritĂĄrio vibrando contra a sua pele, carregado de um tesĂŁo palpĂĄvel. â Sem choro! Jake jĂĄ disse que grandes garotas nĂŁo choram. Mostra pra gente o quanto vocĂȘ quer isso. O quanto vocĂȘ sempre desejou ser fodida por nĂłs trĂȘs juntos.
â Sim, Heeseung! Por favor. â VocĂȘ conseguiu arfar, o fĂŽlego completamente tomado pela onda de calor que subia pelo seu corpo.
âA resposta fez Heeseung sorrir contra a sua pele. Aproveitando a sua rendição e o momento em que Jake desacelerava brevemente as estocadas, Heeseung selou os lĂĄbios sobre os seus, abafando os gemidos estridentes que escapavam da sua boca em um beijo profundo, faminto e sufocante. Do outro lado da cama, Sunghoon assistia Ă cena com os olhos semicerrados, a mandĂbula travada enquanto o prĂłprio membro latejava sob a calça.
ââ Porque vocĂȘ sempre a monopoliza sozinho todas as noites, Sunghoon. â Jake rebateu entre um gemido e outro. â NĂŁo pense que a gente nĂŁo sabe das coisas que vocĂȘ faz com ela quando apagamos as luzes. Ă bom esperar um pouco.
âSunghoon soltou uma risada fraca e nasalada, o olhar escurecendo. Ele nĂŁo podia negar; vocĂȘ era deliciosa, viciante e bonita demais para que ele resistisse a te ter todas as noites, mas a Ăąnsia de te comer junto com os outros dois o estava consumindo.
Enquanto a discussĂŁo rĂĄpida rolava, o ritmo de Jake se tornou mais pesado, desgovernado e implacĂĄvel. Os tremores no corpo dele começaram a denunciar o ĂĄpice inevitĂĄvel. Com um empurrĂŁo final, brutal e profundo, Jake gozou fundo dentro de vocĂȘ, despejando seu lĂquido quente e espesso em um fluxo que parecia nĂŁo ter fim em seu interior.
âAssim que saiu, deixando-a ofegante e preenchida, ele recolheu com os dedos um pouco do sĂȘmen que ameaçava escorrer pelas suas coxas e os empurrou direto na sua boca, forçando-a a chupar e saborear o prĂłprio gosto misturado ao dele, repetindo o ritual depravado da noite.
ââ Prova o seu homem, amor. Sente o gostinho de quem te faz ver estrelas. â Jake sussurrou, a voz carregada de uma satisfação sĂĄdica.
âNum movimento sincronizado e predatĂłrio, Sunghoon encaixou-se na sua frente, preenchendo seu canal de uma sĂł vez com um empurrĂŁo bruto, enquanto Heeseung tomava o seu espaço por trĂĄs, desfazendo qualquer resquĂcio de fĂŽlego que ainda restava em seus pulmĂ”es.
âO impacto duplo foi avassalador. Sunghoon e Heeseung começaram a estocar juntos, pegando um ritmo desgovernado e selvagem que fazia o colchĂŁo ranger sob vocĂȘs. Cada estocada de Sunghoon encontrava a de Heeseung no fundo do seu corpo, criando um atrito delicioso que fazia sua visĂŁo escurecer. Eles batiam os quadris contra o seu corpo com força, disputando cada centĂmetro seu sem piedade, fazendo vocĂȘ se perder em gritos abafados e soluços de puro prazer.
âEnquanto os dois te destruĂam por completo, enchendo o quarto com o som abafado de pele contra pele e gemidos roucos, Jake se inclinou para perto do seu rosto. Ele passou os dedos pelos seus cabelos suados, colando a testa na sua com uma falsa ternura que contrastava com a brutalidade do que os outros dois faziam.
ââ Hoon! â vocĂȘ gritou o nome dele, a voz saindo esganiçada e cortada pela falta de ar, o corpo inteiro arqueando-se desgovernado sobre a cama.
âAntes que o som pudesse se dissipar no ar do quarto, Jake fechou o espaço entre vocĂȘs, capturando seus lĂĄbios em um beijo profundo e lento. Ele abafou o restante do seu grito contra a prĂłpria boca, forçando-a a engolir os gemidos estridentes enquanto Sunghoon continuava a estocar fundo, atingindo o seu ponto mais sensĂvel sem piedade. Quando vocĂȘ conseguiu desvencilhar o rosto por um segundo, os olhos vidrados buscaram a figura de Heeseung, que desferia estocadas pesadas e ritmadas.
ââ Hee! â vocĂȘ clamou, o nome dele escapando num soluço carregado de puro ĂȘxtase.
âHeeseung sorriu em meio Ă respiração pesada, os olhos escuros brilhando com a visĂŁo de vocĂȘ completamente entregue Ă dupla que a dominava. Ele inclinou o tronco para a frente, colando o peito suado Ă s suas costas e aproximando a boca do seu ouvido para provocar.
ââ Isso, continua chamando a gente, vadia gostosa. â Sunghoon rosnou, os olhos fixos nos seus enquanto enterrava o membro fundo, aprofundando o Ăąngulo de um jeito que fazia seu estĂŽmago se contrair deliciosamente.
ââ Olha sĂł para ela, vai gozar de novo com os dois. â Jake murmurou, passando a mĂŁo pelo seu rosto suado, colando o polegar nos seus lĂĄbios entreabertos para forçå-la a morder. â Deixa eles te preencherem, amor. Goza com o sĂȘmen dos trĂȘs misturados aĂ dentro.
âA frase foi o estopinho.
ââ Eu vou, eu tĂŽ indo, porra! â vocĂȘ gritou, a voz falhando em um choro agudo de ĂȘxtase puro.
âO seu orgasmo explodiu com uma força monumental, as paredes internas se contraindo espasmodicamente ao redor de Sunghoon e Heeseung. A visĂŁo escureceu por um segundo, o corpo inteiro paralisado pelo choque do prazer. âVer vocĂȘ desmoronar daquela forma foi o sinal que os dois precisavam para perderem o controle de vez.
ââ Merda! â Heeseung urrou, os quadris travando enquanto ele despejava jatos quentes e espessos bem no fundo do seu Ăąnus.
âJake, que estava logo ao lado, sorriu de canto e assentiu, jĂĄ se reposicionando com uma energia que parecia infinita. âEnquanto os dois se encaixavam novamente, ajustando os quadris para mais uma rodada dupla que prometia arrancar o pouco de sanidade que restava em vocĂȘ, Heeseung passou os dedos pelos seus cabelos grudados de suor, colando os lĂĄbios na sua orelha com uma calma possessiva.
ââ E vocĂȘ faz isso tĂŁo bem, princesa. â Jake completou, jĂĄ empurrando os quadris para dentro de vocĂȘ ao lado de Sunghoon, fazendo um novo gemido estridente escapar da sua boca. â Nossa namorada linda e perfeita. Nem pense que vamos te deixar dormir cedo hoje. Os shows acabaram, mas a nossa diversĂŁo com vocĂȘ estĂĄ apenas começando.
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âBebĂȘ..â, a voz doce murmura em seu ouvido, uma melosidade exacerbada, carregada de carinho, paixĂŁo, e tesĂŁo.
Heeseung ao menos sabia o que queria dizer. Só queria poder te chamar, capturar sua atenção, ter seu corpo quentinho colado no dele. Ele estava carente.
PĂłs semanas de muito trabalho, e cansaço, finalmente ele tinha tempo o suficiente pra ficar do jeitinho que ele gostava: grudado em vocĂȘ como um carrapatinho. Desta vez estavam em seu apartamento, no enorme sofĂĄ da sala, vendo Friends de manhĂŁ cedinho.
âTĂĄ arrepiadinha?â, pergunta risonho, a voz melodiosa soando baixinha e Ăntima. âHm? Minha princesa.â, prosseguiu com beijos molhados e lentos em seu pescoço, intercalados com chupĂ”es levinhos para nĂŁo deixar marcas.
Heeseung beijava tĂŁo bem. TĂŁo bem. Sua mĂŁo encaixa entre os cabelos loiros dele, puxando de levinho. Um detalhe sobre ele que sempre te deixava molhada era que ele beijava deixando escapar pequenos gemidos sinceros.
Ele sempre fora sensĂvel.
Gostava de seus carinhos, de seus afagos, e principalmente de seus toques Ăntimos. Ficava molhadinho tĂŁo rĂĄpido⊠Em pouco tempo jĂĄ estavam se beijando com ele insinuando estocadas circulares, rebolando contra sua pelve nua. A dureza em constante contato, separados unicamente pela malha fina da samba canção dele.
âGostosa..â, murmura contra seus lĂĄbios, o cenho franzidinho, tornando o rostinho de hamster em uma mistura fofa de bravura e fofura.
A primeira botada era um tĂłpico sensĂvel pra ele. Sentia o corpo arrepiar, os olhos imediatamente se fechavam contra sua vontade. Porra, era tĂŁo gostoso⊠E vocĂȘ tĂŁo quentinha, molhada e escorregadia, apertando o pau dele sem nem perceber. Apertadinha, tĂŁo pequena que ele sentia o pequeno volume em seu ventre cada vez que ele ia bem fundo. Era uma sensação de alĂvio, a tensĂŁo se esvaindo vagarosamente.
Queria te leitar. Queria leitar lĂĄ dentro, gozar forte e fundo, te fazer dele, te engravidar, mostrar pra todos que era ele quem te comia gostoso, era ele que possuĂa seu corpo. Queria a sensação de intimidade que pulsar dentro de ti trazia, a bagunça que vocĂȘs faziam chegando ao ĂĄpice juntos. Mas iria demorar pra conseguir externalizar seus desejos sem morrer de vergonha.
Parecia uma ótima ideia um sexo gostoso, romùntico, lento e bem sujinho. Aumenta as estocadas, botando cada vez mais råpido e forte. Esconde o rostinho em seu pescoço, geme com manha, fazendo dengo.
âBota a perna aqui.â, sussurra, puxando sua coxa para que se entrelace na cintura dele. Assim ele consegue meter mais fundo, e assim faz. âIsso, gatinha, isso.â, a frase sai mais aguda do que imagina.
Passam a manhĂŁ daquele jeitinho, aproveitando a companhia um do outro, enquanto podem. JĂĄ como Evan, ele alternava entre dormir em seu apartamento, e no estĂșdio. E logo teria de voltar ao estĂșdio. Por isso, aproveitaria o mĂĄximo dentro de vocĂȘ.
âMais forte.â, vocĂȘ segreda baixinho, em um pedido fraco.
âQuer que eu meta mais forte, amor? Quer? Pede de novo pro seu Hee, pede de novo.â, era incrĂvel o quĂŁo afetado ele ficava ao te ver excitada.
âMais forte, Hee. Mete mais f-forte, mete gostoso.â
âPorra..â
Mesmo assim, ele ainda conseguia ser carinhoso â por mais que estivesse acatando suas ordens, e aumentando a energia em cada botada.
âCaralho, vou gozar em vocĂȘ..â, a voz quase nĂŁo sai, as mĂŁos apertam ainda mais sua bunda, puxando seu quadril de encontro ao dele.
âHee..â, vocĂȘ diz em um engasgo, apertando os olhinhos e segurando com força o cabelo, e as costas dele, enquanto goza gostoso, melando o pau dele inteirinho.
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A luz solar descia lentamente no horizonte denso, transformando o mar aberto em um tapete de ouro lĂquido em tons alaranjados. O iate balançava com suavidade, ancorado em alto-mar, longe de tudo e de todos, como foi planejado. Heeseung havia lutado muito por esse dia â agendas exaustivas, noites em claro e um esforço que custou caro, mas que ele faria mais mil vezes sĂł para ver vocĂȘ assim. Feliz.
Ao se aproximar, Heeseung parou por um segundo só para te admirar, respirando fundo e se recompondo não sabia como. Depois, sentou-se na borda da espreguiçadeira e se deitou ao seu lado, a puxando com cuidado para junto do próprio peito. Te fez sorrir quando os braços quentinhos te envolveram com naturalidade, como se aquele fosse o lugar mais seguro e habitåvel do mundo.
âOlha praâ vocĂȘâŠâ murmurou ele, admirado, os dedos jĂĄ traçando linhas lentas e preguiçosas nas suas costas nuas. âFica tĂŁo linda assim, relaxada, brilhando com essa luz toda sobre vocĂȘ. Eu nunca me canso de te ver desse jeito, amor.â
VocĂȘ suspirou, contente pela presença dele depois de um tempinho sozinha, aconchegando o rosto no peito dele e sentindo o calor familiar da pele levemente bronzeada.
âEu seiâŠâ vocĂȘ respondeu ciente, sorrindo eufĂłrica contra a pele fresquinha e cheirosa dele, seus dedos subindo pelo braço do mais velho sem divagar muito. âE eu adorei. VocĂȘ sempre pensa em tudo, amor⊠obrigada.â
VocĂȘ levantou um pouco o rosto, encontrando os olhos dele, naturalmente grandes e cobertos pelo seu prĂłprio reflexo. O pĂŽr do sol refletia neles, deixando-os ainda mais bonitos de se ver. Se sentia tĂŁo amada toda vez que olhava para eles que chegava a doer.
âVocĂȘ fala isso toda hora.â murmurou vocĂȘ, com um sorrisinho leve e carinhoso, passando os dedos no peito dele como sinal de compreensĂŁo, amor. âMas eu gosto de ouvir. Me faz sentir... especial.â
Heeseung arfou alto, se recostando contra o macio do sofĂĄ fixo, relaxado, mas com o olhar faminto penetrado em seu corpo quente sobre o dele. Um sorriso preguiçoso brilhou em seus lĂĄbios enquanto vocĂȘ se posicionava de costas para ele, as coxas tremendo levemente em pura expectativa e desejo, sĂł deixando o homem mais desesperado.
âPorra... assim mesmo, linda.â murmurou ele, a voz ficando grogue conforme sentia te empalar todinha, enquanto as mĂŁos dele se firmavam em suas ancas, sem medo de te forçar um pouquinho mais. âVocĂȘ tĂĄâ tĂŁo quente⊠caralho.â
âT-TĂĄâ bom assim?â vocĂȘ perguntou, a vozinha fraca jĂĄ entrecortada, olhando por cima do ombro enquanto um gemidinho manhoso ousou escapar. Jurou que sentiu o caralho inchar dentro de vocĂȘ.
âCacete... cĂȘâ tĂĄâ tĂŁo molhada pra mim.â sussurrou ele, a voz cheia de desejo e rastros de todo o tesĂŁo que sentia. âTĂĄâ me apertando tĂŁo gostoso, puta que pariu.â
Resmunga baixinho quando o cansaço começa a chegar em suas pernas, nem um pouquinho contente em parar. Por isso inclina o corpo para frente, apoiando as mĂŁos nas coxas dele em busca de algum equilĂbrio. O Lee percebe automaticamente, entĂŁo segura sua cintura com firmeza para começar a jogar os quadris para cima em estocadas profundas, te fodendo tĂŁo gostoso que era impossĂvel nĂŁo se desconectar do mundo.
âShh, vem cĂĄ, eu cuido de vocĂȘ agora.â disse ele, com certa dificuldade, hipnotizado com a posição favorĂĄvel. âNĂŁo para, linda. VocĂȘ tem que gozar, hm?â vocĂȘ gemeu alto, arqueando as costas pelas estocadas certeiras, te deixando tĂŁo cheinha que a fazia ver estrelinhas por trĂĄs dos olhos.
Ele riu baixinho contra sua orelha, e sĂł aquele maldito risinho foi capaz de fazer seu buraquinho vazar ainda mais ao redor dele. O chamou baixinho novamente, sentindo a mĂŁo dele subindo para enroscar os dedos no seu cabelo, puxando forte o suficiente para que entendesse o recado, grudando as costas suadas contra o peito dele.
âVocĂȘ aguenta, amor. Ă tĂŁo boa, tĂŁo bem treinadaâŠâ miou em seu ouvido, o incentivo soando tĂŁo malevolente que sequer parecia o seu marido amoroso. Muito pelo contrĂĄrio, soava exatamente o oposto, e isso te excitou em nĂveis doentios. âEu sei que aguenta, porra. âCĂȘ tĂĄâ engasgada no meu pau com essa buceta gulosa, igualzinha a uma vadia bem treinada, mĂŽâ.â
âHee!â balbuciou, o rostinho queimando em algo que passava longe de ser vergonha. âNĂŁo fala assimâŠâ rebola mais forte, sugando cada centĂmetro de excitação do seu marido sedento.
âAh, meu amorâŠâ o timbre grave preencheu seus ouvidos, te deixando ainda mais molinha sobre o corpo dele, deixando que ele tomasse todo controle de uma vez. âNĂŁo se pode chamar uma putinha de princesa.â
Como se fosse impossĂvel controlar, virou o rosto de supetĂŁo, buscando a boca dele com urgĂȘncia desenfreada. Ele te beijou como podia pela posição estreita, mas faminto, mordiscando seu lĂĄbio inferior e sugando o que podia enquanto continuava se movendo como um manĂaco dentro de vocĂȘ, soltando uma das suas ancas sĂł pra agarrar sua mandĂbula num aperto determinado.Â
âEu amo o seu pau, porra⊠eu te amo!â confessou entre beijos, a voz trĂȘmula e desafinada quase cedendo junto das suas perninhas cansadas por todo o esforço que fazia. Madita hora que disse que daria conta. âNĂŁo para!â
Ele acelerou um pouco, uma das maÔs descendo para apertar seu seio e beslicar o mamilo com delicadeza irreverente ao momento, a boca salivando pra te mamar gostoso. Sente seu estÎmago revirar em vontade, quente pra cacete, por isso responde contraindo mais ao redor dele, rebolando no colinho do ruivo mesmo enquanto ele te fodia incansavelmente.
âIsso... me aperta assim.â grunhiu ele, sem discernir mais nada que nĂŁo fosse a ideia de esporrar gostoso na sua buceta. âCaralho, vocĂȘ vai me matar.â
VocĂȘ esticou uma mĂŁo para trĂĄs, segurando a nuca dele sem muito jeito, puxando-o para mais perto enquanto os movimentos ficavam mais intensos abaixo de vocĂȘ. O suor brilhava na pele de vocĂȘs dois, capturando a bagunça perfeita que causaram um no outro, e nem mesmo a fresca marĂtima conseguia diminuir o calor que sentiam.
âEu tĂŽ quaseâŠâ vocĂȘ avisou, a voz tĂŁo sem força que falhava facilmente.Â
âGoza praâ mim, amor. Quero sentir vocĂȘ apertando meu pau.â pediu ele, a respiração quente no seu pescoço sĂł servindo como outro incentivo para se deixar desfazer por inteira.
E quase que imediatamente o orgasmo te acertou forte. Seu corpo tremeu completamente enquanto vocĂȘ praticamente gritava o nome dele, as paredes pulsando ao redor dele sem parar, jorrando tanto do seu melzinho que sentia querer expulsar o pau dele dali. Mesmo assim, Heeseung nĂŁo parou. Em vez disso, te segurou firme contra o peito, mantendo o pau enterrado fundo enquanto uma de suas mĂŁos descia pela sua barriga suada. Os dedos dele encontraram seu clitĂłris sensĂvel e começaram a circular devagar, pressionando com a pressĂŁo exata que sabia que te deixava descontrolada.
âIsso, continua gozando pra mim... nĂŁo para ainda.â murmurou ele no seu ouvido, te deixando sensĂvel com tamanha fome. âOlha como vocĂȘ tĂĄ pulsando toda... tĂŁo sensĂvel, tĂŁo molhada. Quero sentir vocĂȘ apertar de novo, deixa? Deixa, meu amor. Hm?â
Os movimentos dos dedos dele eram precisos, lentos e implacĂĄveis, combinando com as estocadas curtas e profundas que ele ainda dava com o quadril, mais lentas agora. O prazer se transformou em uma sobrecarga deliciosa, fazendo seu corpo inteiro tremer e contrair sem controle novamente, sentindo um nĂł enorme se criar em seu ventre. VocĂȘ agarrou o braço dele, as unhas cravando na pele amostra, gemendo alto enquanto outra onda te invadia aos pouquinhos.
Por isso geme surpresa quando ele te toma no colo, sem tirar o caralho de dentro de vocĂȘ, te deixando empinadinha no sofĂĄ fixo, deixando apenas a bunda descolada do acolchoado e completamente a mercĂȘ dele. Mal tem tempo de protestar, jĂĄ que devagarinho o maldito volta a mexer os quadris. Mas nĂŁo sĂł metendo, ah⊠o ruivo havia perdido as estribeiras, usando a mĂŁo esquerda para apoiar a palma aberta nas suas costas, enquanto a cintura trabalhava com o quadril molinho em direção ao seu enquanto empurrava o pau rebolando.
âHeeâŠâ o chama pela Ășltima vez, com algumas lĂĄgrimas bobas jĂĄ adornando o cantinho dos seus olhos pidĂ”es. Ah, aquilo partia o coração do Lee.Â
âVocĂȘ pediu por isso, meu amor. Sempre pede. Me pede praâ ser bruto, praâ nĂŁo pegar leve.â foi mais manso agora, usando a mĂŁo livre para afastar alguns fios teimosos do seu rostinho molhado, falsamente controlado. Mesmo depois de gozar o que pareceu um riacho, ainda se encontrava duro feito pedra e isso nĂŁo poderia ser mais desesperador para ele. âDisse que aguentaria, entĂŁo cumpre a sua promessa. Pode obedecer, nĂŁo pode?â
âBoa garota.â sussurrou, inclinando o corpo sobre o seu com extrema facilidade, a fazendo engasgar com um gemido pela posição fazĂȘ-lo ir ainda mais fundo. âPorque sou eu quem digo do que vocĂȘ precisa, entendeu?â ele usa a lĂngua em seu pescoço, lambendo a pele melada em direção ao lĂłbulo da sua orelha, cheirando sua pele sem se importar, ouvindo o seu lamĂșrio em concordĂąncia. âEntĂŁo me obedece e goza.â
"R-riki", a voz tĂŁo fraquinha que ele mal conseguiu escutar. VocĂȘ brincava com os prĂłprios biquinhos a mando dele, o loiro sentia um tesĂŁo fodido toda vez que te via se tocar, seja na bucetinha carente ou nos peitinhos sensĂveis.
"Para de miar. Me responde direito, puta.", acelerou os movimentos, o intuito de te deixar ainda mais fraca era claro. Escutar aquilo virou uma chavinha na sua mente, por isso, segurou o pulso dele tentando parar os movimentos.
"Puta?! CĂȘ tĂĄ' falando de mim ou da piranha que anda comendo?", arisca, as palavras saindo da sua boca com escĂĄrnio. Ainda estava zangada com ele, mesmo que estivesse um pouco altinha pelo vinho que beberam antes dele começar a tirar sua roupa. No dia seguinte culparia a bebida por te amolecer e fazer dar pra ele mais uma vez.
"NĂŁo fala assim, mĂŽ.", um sonso de primeira categoria, vocĂȘ virou o rosto encontrando o olhar dele, aquelas sobrancelhas franzidas dando um olhar de coitado nĂŁo te enganavam mesmo. "CĂȘ sabe que eu sou sĂł seu. SĂł fodo vocĂȘ.", vocĂȘs eram assim o tempo inteiro, nĂŁo tinham bem uma dinĂąmica de dominação, na realidade brigavam por isso o tempo inteiro, incluindo nos momentos de intimidade.
"Senta pra mim, amor. Assim, de costas mesmo. Deixa eu matar a saudade dessa bucetinha gostosa.", agora era ele que falava miando, era comedido, sabia que se falasse a coisa errada vocĂȘ o colocaria para fora sem pensar duas vezes. Mas Nishimura estava em um dia de sorte, vocĂȘ estava se sentindo carente dele, precisava dele.
Se levantou o suficiente para encaixar a entradinha na ponta da piroca babada, desceu aos pouquinhos, de costas como ele pediu, a visĂŁo da sua bunda parecia uma miragem para Riki. Iniciou os movimentos de forma vagarosa, fazia a glande esfregar em um lugarzinho gostoso no seu interior.
VocĂȘ continuou cavalgando e acelerou os movimentos, mesmo depois de sentir a primeira lĂĄgrima cair. Era comum vocĂȘs transarem com culpa, mas chorar? Isso nunca aconteceu antes. Tentou virar o rostinho mas o fato de estar tĂŁo calada deixou Niki curioso.
"Ei...", escutou enquanto sentia uma das mĂŁos dele tentar puxar sua face. "Olha pra mim, linda.", era mais forte que vocĂȘ, entĂŁo nĂŁo foi uma surpresa quando ele virou totalmente seu rosto. Te olhou meio espantado de inĂcio mas a expressĂŁo logo se desfez, se suavizando quando entendeu.
"Eu amo vocĂȘ.", foi o que ele disse apĂłs observar sua carinha chorosa, uma das mĂŁos ainda te auxiliando nos movimentos. "Me desculpa, princesa. Eu te amo tanto.", a culpa parecia servir como combustĂvel para o prazer, por isso nĂŁo diminuiu a velocidade em nenhum momento. Seu buraquinho praticamente o sugava agora.
Estavam frustrados, isso era Ăłbvio. SĂł agiam assim, nessa disputa de ego's como uma forma de sair por cima, vocĂȘ sabia disso, mas o queria de volta, queria ele de volta sĂł para si.
"Eu sou só seu, amor. Completamente seu.", seu canalzinho comprimindo ao ouvir tirou um gemido rouco dele. Sentiu os braços dele te rodearem, Niki te abraçava agora. Mais um soluço, não conseguia distinguir por qual motivo era. Sentiu lingua quente sugar a pele de seu pescoço, te fazendo gemer um pouco mais alto.
"Shh, continuando sentando, meu bem. Goza pra mim.", nĂŁo precisou de muito, o momento intenso de vocĂȘs jĂĄ estava te levando para a borda, quando sentiu suas pernas tremerem Nishimura percebeu que havia cumprido sua missĂŁo. VocĂȘ gozou em um grito silencioso, cravando as unhas nos braços que te envolviam e melando toda a extensĂŁo do japonĂȘs.
"Vou gozar dentro, p-porra, amor." Estava atordoado, o aperto da sua buceta sempre ficava mais gostoso depois que vocĂȘ gozava, Nishimura se aproveitou disso estocando para cima apoiando em seu quadril, nĂŁo demorando muito para se desfazer manchando seu interior.
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Por Deus, o filme nem parecia tĂŁo interessante â aliĂĄs, qual era o filme mesmo? James mordia os lĂĄbios devido ao nervosismo constantemente. Estar ao seu lado dentro daquela sala fechada era sufocante, da maneira mais gostosa o possĂvel. O estĂŽmago de James dava voltas e voltas, as borboletas dançavam lĂĄ dentro. As mĂŁos eram passadas na calça com frequĂȘncia, afim de secar o suor que nelas estavam.
âJamie...â, vocĂȘ murmura, quase tonta pelos selares. Ele sĂł murmura um "hum" fraquinho. âUsa a lĂngua. Ă mais gostoso.â
Todos os pĂȘlos de James se arrepiam ao escutar seu pedido. Franze o cenho quase sĂŽfrego. Sua vontade era fazer coisas proibidas com vocĂȘ ali mesmo, e te ter tĂŁo entregue para ele daquele jeito nĂŁo o ajudava em nada.
James passa a lĂngua em seus lĂĄbios, ansioso em que vocĂȘ o retribua, o que nĂŁo demora a acontecer. Logo as lĂnguas se massageam. A mistura de sabores de morango, e o chiclete de menta de James. SĂł se escuta os barulhinhos que o beijo de vocĂȘs faz naquela sala. Molhadinho, suave. James se vira mais para vocĂȘ, captura sua cintura com a canhota, trazendo vocĂȘ para mais perto dele. A respiração de vocĂȘs jĂĄ estĂĄ descompassada, a boca de James inchadinha, mas ele nĂŁo deseja parar de te beijar.
I kicked off my heels the second the apartment door clicked shut behind me. My feet throbbed, soles burning from the long walk home.
The straps had dug in so deep I could already see angry red lines across my skin. Normally Riki would have been there to scoop me up, carry me the rest of the way when my feet gave out, but we were broken up again, so I had to hobble the whole way by myself. I wobbled straight to the bathroom, already tugging at my clothes.
Underneath I wore a full lingerie. Black with lace with garter belt and stockings. Not for the guy i went on the date with; no. Just for me. I wanted to feel pretty again after the fiftieth stupid breakup with Riki. The date had just been an excuse for free wine and a reason to leave the house.
I was halfway through peeling off my clothes when three loud knocks rattled the front door.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
âOpen this door!â
I froze; standing in nothing but the lingerie. My stomach dropped. I knew that voice too well.
Another hard knock. âAria. Open the damn door.â
I rolled my eyes, yanked an oversized shirt from the hook, and pulled it on fast. It barely covered the panties. I walked to the front door without unlocking it. âGo away, Riki!â I shouted through the door.
âI know you just got back!â My stomach flipped. I hadnât posted anything. âWho told you?â âIt doesnât matter. Open thisââ
âIt does matter, Nishimura!â
âI said open this damn door, Choi.â He was already jiggling the handle.
âGo away!â
âSo you really went on a date?â Another heavy knock. âOne date!â I yelled back. âSo thatâs it, huh? We break up for a week and youâre already letting guys take you out?!â
âWeâre broken up, Riki!â
âWE ALWAYS BREAK UP ARIA!â
âItâs late. Go.â
Silence again. Then his voice dropped, softer. âJust⊠open the door, Ariana. Please. Iâll get on my knees.â
I sighed, unlocked the door, and there he was, on his knees in the hallway. I crossed my arms. âGet up, Nishimura.â
He stood, stepped inside, and shut the door behind him. I leaned against the kitchen island, watching him scan the apartment like he was looking for someone else. Then his eyes finally landed on me, traveling from my bare feet up to my face.
I reached up and pulled my loose hair into a messy ponytail. The motion lifted the shirt just enough to flash the black lace panties.
âYou have to be kidding me?!â Riki said, staring at them. âWhat?â I asked not fully understanding.
âYou fucked that date in the lingerie I got you for my birthday?â He stepped closer, grabbed the hem of the shirt, and yanked it up. âAnd the bra?! This is the set I bought you.â
âFirst of all, I didnât fuck himââ
âThen why were you wobbling when you walked in? Huh?â He let the shirt drop and stepped back.
âGod, Riki! I wore heels. We only ate something. I just got home and had to walk the whole way. Shut up.â I was getting irritated again. âI donât even know why I let you in. Go!â I grabbed his wrist and tried to drag him toward the door.
âStop yelling.â he hissed.
âI hate you, Riki! Weâre broken up, remember? Go!â I kept pulling but he didnât budge. âIâm not going.â âYes you are!â
âYou know what I think? You did this on purpose to piss me off. Went on a date, wore the lingerie I bought you, opened the door in my shirt, put your hair in that messy ponytail you know I love to pull while I fuck youââ
âShut up.â I hissed.
âNo. You know what I think.â He walked toward me, cornering me against the front door until my back hit the wood. âI think you want me to fuck you right now. Fuck this whole attitude out of you.â
His face hovered inches from mine. âGo.â I said, voice shaking with anger.
His hand slid slowly down my side and settled on my waist. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to my neck, finding the exact spot that always made my knees weak. I let out a small, annoyed moan before I could stop it.
âFuck,â I whispered.
âOh we will definitely fuck, princess.â
He kissed me hard, tongue pushing past my lips. My hands fisted in his shirt even while I tried to shove him away. He pressed his body flush against mine, grinding his already hard cock against my stomach through his jeans. I could feel the thick outline of him and hated how fast my body reacted.
Rikiâs hand slipped under the oversized shirt, fingers tracing the lace edge of the panties he had bought me. He hooked a finger under the waistband and snapped it against my skin. âYou wore this for yourself, huh? Bullshit. You knew Iâd find out.â
âI didnât.â I gasped as his teeth grazed my collarbone.
He spun me around so my front was against the door. One hand stayed on my hip while the other yanked the shirt up and over my head in one rough motion. Cool air hit my bare back. He pressed his chest to me, lips at my ear.
âHands on the door.â he ordered.
I hesitated. He slapped my ass, the sound sharp in the quiet apartment. I slapped my palms against the wood.
âGood girl.â
He dropped to his knees behind me. His fingers hooked into the lace panties and dragged them down my thighs slowly, letting the fabric catch on my skin. Once they were around my ankles I stepped out of them. Riki spread my legs wider with his knees and leaned in, tongue dragging a long, slow stripe from my clit all the way back to my ass. I jerked forward, forehead hitting the door.
âRikiâFuckââ
He didnât answer. He just buried his face between my cheeks, licking and sucking at my pussy like he was starving. His tongue pushed inside me, fucking me shallowly. One hand reached around to rub tight circles on my clit. My thighs started shaking almost immediately.
I came hard against his mouth, legs buckling. He held me up by my hips, licking me through it until I was whimpering and trying to pull away. When he finally stood, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and spun me to face him again.
He unbuckled his belt, shoved his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It was already leaking at the tip, thick and flushed dark. He grabbed my thigh, hooked it over his hip, and lined himself up.
âLook at me.â he said.
I met his eyes right as he thrust in deep. One smooth, hard stroke that buried him to the hilt. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. He didnât give me time to adjust. He started fucking me right there against the door, hips snapping forward, the wet sound of my pussy taking him filling the apartment.
Every thrust knocked the breath out of me. His hand stayed on my thigh, keeping me spread open. He pulled my head back and kissed me messy, teeth clacking, tongues sliding together.
âYou feel that?â he growled against my mouth. âThis pussy is mine. Always has been.â
I couldnât answer. All I could do was moan and take it. My second orgasm built fast, heat coiling low in my belly. Riki angled his hips and started hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. I came again, clenching around him so tight he groaned and buried his face in my neck.
Before I could catch my breath he scooped me up, carried me to the bedroom, and threw me onto the mattress. I landed on my back, legs spread. Riki climbed over me, grabbed my thighs, and pushed them wide apart. He lined his cock up again and thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.
âShitâRikiââ I moaned, nails digging into his back.
He started fucking me in missionary, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room. âThis pussy is mine.â he growled, pounding deep. âSay it.â
âItâs yours-â I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist. âYou know I still fucking hate you.â I said while he slammed himself in me.
âSure you do. Thatâs why youâre letting your ex fuck you after you had a date.â Riki leaned down, biting at my neck as he fucked me harder. âYou wore my lingerie for that loser? Pathetic. You knew Iâd come find you.â
I clawed at his shoulders, meeting every thrust.
âFuck youââ
âAlready doing that, princess.â
He reached between us and rubbed my clit fast. I came again, walls clenching around his cock, vision going white.
Riki pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked my hips up. He shoved back inside from behind, doggystyle, one hand gripping my ponytail tight exactly the way he said he would. He pulled my head back and started pounding into me, the force making the bed creak. His other hand came down hard on my ass, the slap loud and sharp.
âFuckâRikiâharderââ I moaned, pushing back against him.
âTake it.â he growled, slapping my ass again. âThis ass is mine too. Say it.â
âItâs yoursâFuck.â I cried out as he yanked my ponytail harder, forcing my back to arch. âMy pussy, my assâeverything.â
He fucked me relentlessly, the head of his cock hitting deep with every thrust. Another orgasm built fast. I came screaming into the sheets, body shaking. Riki followed right after, burying himself deep and filling me again with hot cum.
He stayed inside me for a long moment, breathing hard, hand still tangled in my hair. When he finally pulled out, he turned me onto my back and kissed me slow, tongue sliding against mine. Cum leaked down my thighs. I pulled him closer, legs wrapping around him again.
As I dozed off, Riki pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
