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incel heejake! Who are different kinds of perverts.

incel heeseung! Who spends most of his time on forums, describing how much he wants a foid to use as a fucktoy. Anything he wants, anywhere he wants. A pretty doll that’ll offer her tight throat for him, her him dump loads after loads of cum in her little pussy and in her ass. 

incel heeseung! Who has a massive piss kink. He dreams of having his very own, tight little cum and piss dump right under his desk while he games. Face down ass up, pussy and ass gaped just enough for his cock to slip in so he can piss inside her instead of getting up. 

incel jake! Who no matter how much he tries to act like other guys on forums, can't see himself dominating a woman. He just wants to be guided, a warm hand over his cock, and a sultry voice in his ear telling him how good he’s being.

incel jake! Who likes to edge himself until he makes a mess. He needs to edge himself until his tip turns an angry red or he wont be satisfied :( the messier his orgasm the better, bonus point if he piss himself in the process :3

incel heejake! Who watches so much porn that the normal stuff doesn't work anymore. They turn to anal, bondage, feet, cumflation and ultimately end up using X for porn :( 

incel heejake! Who seems normal when you first meet them. A little antisocial and awkward yes, but nothing out of common for 2 nerds in your university's robotic club. 

incel heejake! Who both can't get you out of their head. Your shiny hair, soft skin, your smile, your full chest, hard nipples peeking through your tops that always make jake salivate. Tiny skirts that let heeseung peek at your underwear. 

incel heejake! Who both decide they need to get their hands on you, whether you like it or not. After all, foods like you should be honored to be able to have sex with them.

incel heejake! Who invites you to their dorm under the guise of working on their newest design for the robotics competition only for you to fall asleep after drinking the juice heeseung hands you :( 

incel jake! Who’s hands are trembling when he finally gets to touch your unconscious body, groping your tits. 

incel heeseung! Who’s quick to undress you and tie your wrist and legs in the perfect position for him to use you without problem. 

incel heejake! Who can't even wait for the drug to wear off and you to wake up before they start having their way with you. You wake up with heeseung cock pistoning in and out of your drooling pussy and jake’s desperate mouth sucking your nipples. 

incel heeseung! Who looks down at you with no remorse when you try to push them away and fuck you harder, telling you how long he’s waited for be able to fuck a foid like you. 

incel jake! Who begs you to let him use your mouth under heeseung’s disgusted glare. You accept because what can you do in this situation? 

incel jake! Who cums the second he pushes in, the foreign feeling of your warm throat too much for his cock. 

incel heeseung! Who comes inside you twice, milky release dripping down your ruined pussy before he finally realizes your crying. Whether it's because you’re choking on jake's dick or because of what they're doing to you he doesn't know nor does he care. All that matters is the ruined look on your face. The face of a whore. 

incel heeseung! Who makes you cum more times than you can count. He refuses to let jake near your pussy, decided to make sure his seed takes before he pulls out. 

incel heeseung! Who doesn't pull out and piss inside your overstuffed pussy, warm liquid gushing out of your battered pussy and leaking on the bed. 

incel jake! Who’s only able to get to your pussy when heeseung physically can't cum anymore. You’re barely conscious, too overwhelmed and too sensitive. 

incel jake! Who stuffed you some more, warm cum and piss inside your pussy.

incel heejake! Who plan to make each one of their fantasies true with you. Whether you like it or not <3

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"y/n." his voice comes out rough. "You still up?" The words struggle to leave him as you stare up at him, a dozen different responses crowding your throat. Instead, the only thing that comes out is "you forgot" You watch as the guilt in his eyes deepens. And his brows knit together.

Only then does he pull his phone from his pocket. You watch the exact moment realization hits him as his eyes scan the screen, taking in the unread messages, the missed calls, the time. His expression tightens and he lets his head fall back with a quiet sigh. "Shit." the curse slips out under his breath. And somehow that makes you even angrier.

Because he forgot. How could he just forget? “Babe, I-” "Hee..." You cut him off, your voice coming out softer than you'd intended as all the exhaustion bleeds through your frustration. "Do you know how worried I was?" You shake your head before he can answer. "You can't keep doing this. Do you know how it feels sitting here for hours, completely unable to reach you? Not knowing if you're okay, if you've eaten..." a humorless laugh escapes you. "It's driving me insane."

He doesn't interrupt you, doesn't rush to defend himself or offer some half-hearted excuse. He just stands there, shoulders slumped beneath the weight of your words, staring down at the floor as guilt settles across his features.

"I know, baby" he says quietly. "No, I don't think you do" your throat tightens. "Because if you did, you would've called, or texted, or done literally anything, especially with how crazy your job is." His jaw flexes. For a moment, he looks like he wants to say something, but whatever it is dies down before it reaches his lips. "I was going to," he finally admits. "Every time I picked up my phone, I thought I'd text you in a minute. Then something came up, and I kept putting it off."

The confession only makes your chest ache more because it sounds exactly like him. He always assumes there will be more time. More time to call, more time to explain, more time to make it right…until suddenly there isn't.

His eyes finally lift to meet yours, and the guilt there is enough to make your anger waver. "I'm sorry," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "I really am.” The apology hangs between you, but this time it doesn't soften the ache in your chest. You stare at him for a long moment before looking away, suddenly finding the floor far more interesting than the guilt written all over his face.

"I don't know what to do anymore, Heeseung." His expression immediately falls, but you continue before he has the chance to respond. "I spent the entire day worried sick. I called you seven times." A bitter laugh escapes you as you shake your head. "Seven…and the whole time I kept telling myself you probably got caught up with work or maybe your phone died." your throat tightens.

"But then I'd open social media and there you'd be." His brows raise ever so slightly. "I saw clips from your fan accounts, pictures from earlier today, even asked your staff to speak with you but got turned away. I had to look at your fan accounts posting where you were and what you were doing just to make sure that you were okay." you let out another humorless laugh.

"Do you know how insane that feels? Sitting here wondering if you're okay while strangers somehow know more about your day than I do." something shifts in his expression. "I had to find out you were okay through other people..." the room falls silent as the enormity of your words sink in.

Immediately, you regret saying it, not because it isn't true, but because it is, and judging by the look on his face, he knows it too. "You know I don't care that you're busy," you continue, your voice quieter now. "I knew what I was getting into when we got together. I knew there'd be schedules and tours and interviews, I knew there'd be days where I barely saw you…that's never been the problem."

Your eyes burn as you force yourself to meet his gaze. "What I didn't expect was feeling like everyone gets access to you before I do." His eyes drop to the floor. “I wasn't asking for a three hour phone call, I wasn't asking for some elaborate date or grand gesture, I would've been happy with a text, Heeseung. Just one text letting me know you were okay."

For the first time all evening, you can see him understanding that this isn't really about tonight. It's about every time he's looked at a notification and thought he'd answer later. All the times he's promised himself he'd call when things settled down, convinced there would always be more time.

"I kept meaning to answer," his admission is quiet and helpless. "I really did” his shoulders slump. "Saw the messages, the missed calls too." He runs a tired hand through his hair before letting it fall back to his side. You close your eyes. Of course he did because that was always the answer, he kept choosing later.

Later, when he had a second, later when he finished this one thing, maybe when he was away from all his demanding fans. Until suddenly it was after midnight and you were sitting alone on the couch wondering why the entire world gets to have your boyfriend before you do. Your eyes burn as you force yourself to continue.

"I know your job is demanding. I know people need things from you constantly. Your crew, your managers, your fans. I understand that. I've always understood that." You swallow around the lump in your throat. "I just..." you exhale sharply, dragging a hand across your face. "I don't know how many more times I can have this conversation.” The words hang heavily between you.

When you finally look at him again, he's already watching you, his eyes filled with something that looks dangerously close to panic. "Do you know how humiliating it feels having to check fan accounts just to make sure my boyfriend is okay? Watching strangers post updates about where you are while I'm sitting here wondering if something happened to you?" You shake your head. "I shouldn't have to do that."

His gaze immediately drops. "You're right." His voice is rough. "You're right," he repeats quietly. "You shouldn't." You stare at him, no excuses coming from him but somehow that hurts too…because if he knows you're right, then why does it keep happening?

Heeseung seems to realize exactly where your thoughts have gone because his shoulders sag even further. "I don't have a good excuse," he admits. "I wish I did." He sounds extremely tired, not only physically, but emotionally. Like he's disappointed in himself too. The apartment falls quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking clock that had been mocking you all evening.

You stare at him, taking in the dark circles beginning to form beneath his eyes and the way he's still standing by the door as though he hasn't quite earned the right to come any closer.

"Did you eat?" you ask finally. The question seems to catch him off guard. "What?"

"You heard me" A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips despite himself. "Yeah”

"You sure?" He nods making you narrow your eyes. "An actual meal?"

“Yes” his smile grows slightly. You raise a brow suspectingly, "Something that wasn't coffee?" A quiet laugh escapes him. "Yes" For the first time all night, the tension eases, just a little. You hate how easy it is. How one stupid laugh can make your anger crack around the edges.

Heeseung notices too, of course he does. He's always been annoyingly good at reading you. Slowly, cautiously, he takes a few steps forward and you don't stop him. By the time he reaches the couch, he's close enough that you can see the exhaustion written across every inch of his face. For a moment, neither of you say anything, he just stands there, looking down at you with that same guilty expression that's been etched onto his features since he walked through the door. You hate how tired he looks…how easily your concern always manages to worm its way through your frustration.

His gaze drops briefly to your hands before flickering back up to your face. And the movement is so quick you almost miss it, almost. A breath leaves you through your nose when you catch him eyeing your wrist. "Don't." you deadpan. "I didn't do anything." his lips twitch. "You were thinking about it." "Thinking about what?" You level him with a look and his smile grows. "You are unbelievable." You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth betrays you and the tiny smile is all the invitation he needs.

Before you can stop him, he lowers himself onto the couch beside you, careful to leave a few inches of space between you both and the distance is almost comical considering how attached and handsy he usually is. You glance at him but he's staring straight ahead…very intentionally. As though he's trying to convince you he isn't currently fighting the urge to throw himself into your arms. The realization makes something warm unfurl in your chest and you turn to face him.

"You can stop looking like a kicked puppy" you watch him. "I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugs. "Heeseung, i'm serious." You're met with the least convincing expression you've ever seen. A laugh slips out before you can stop it and the relief on his face is immediate. It softens something in him, his shoulders relax, the tension leaves his jaw. For the first time since he'd walked through the door, he looks like he can breathe again. Slowly, cautiously, he reaches for your hand, not grabbing it but just resting his fingers against yours, giving you every opportunity to pull away.

When you don't, his thumb brushes over your knuckles once, twice, a familiar gesture. One he's probably done thousands of times without realizing it. "I'm really sorry, baby." You stare down at your intertwined hands and sigh. "I know." And you do. You know he loves you, sometimes you think he loves you so much that he assumes you'll always be there to tolerate it silently, waiting patiently while he sorts everything else out first.

It's a terrible habit. One he needs to break. But you can't help the way your heart melts at the sight of him looking so at ease. “Wanna cuddle?” you shoot out the question and it catches him off guard. For a second, Heeseung just blinks at you as if he isn't entirely convinced he heard you correctly. The surprise on his face would be funny if you weren't half as annoyed anymore.

"Really?"

A laugh escapes you despite yourself. "Don't make me take it back." The look of relief that washes over him is almost immediate. Then he reaches for your hand, not cautiously this time, just naturally. Like he's been wanting to do it ever since he walked in. His fingers intertwine with yours and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, tired but genuine.

"Come here." You barely have time to process the words before he's gently tugging you toward him. Before you can say anything else, one of his arms slips around your waist while the other hooks beneath your knees making your eyes widen. "Heeseung-"

"What?" He looks down at you, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Put me down." Instead of listening, he simply adjusts his hold on you and starts making his way toward the bedroom. "No”

"You're ridiculous" You roll your eyes. "And yet you still like me" You roll your eyes again but your arms find their way around his neck anyway. The apartment is quiet and the moonlight shines through the glass windows as he carries you down the hallway, his steps slow and relaxed. Even now, after the argument, after the guilt and the apologies and the hurt feelings, he still gravitates toward you as naturally as breathing.

By the time he nudges the bedroom door open with his foot, you're no longer fighting the smile threatening to pull at your lips. The second he reaches the bed, he carefully lowers you onto the mattress before climbing over you. "You're so annoying." A sleepy grin spreads across his face. "And yet here you are."

His hands settle on either side of your head as he looks down at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. Up close, you can see just how exhausted he is, the faint shadows beneath his eyes making your chest tighten despite yourself. "I've been sitting on a couch stressing over you for seven hours. You should be glad I haven't leaked your baby pictures yet."

"Exactly why I need to take care of you tonight." Before you can roll your eyes, he presses a quick kiss against your jaw. The smile threatening your lips is impossible to suppress. His expression softens the second he catches it, like he'd been waiting for it all night. For a moment, neither of you say anything. He simply looks at you, his gaze moving lazily across your features as though he's trying to memorize them all over again.

There he goes, staring. "Stop."

"What?" he asks, already smirking. "The staring" A quiet laugh escapes him as you smack his shoulder. "I'm looking at my girlfriend"

"You always do this"

"Do what?" he grins. "Look at me like that" His brows lift innocently, "Like what?" You groan and cover your face with your hands, earning another laugh from him. A moment later, his fingers curl around your wrists and gently pull your hands away. "You know," he murmurs, thumbs brushing absentmindedly across your skin, “I better make it up to you since you're threatening my life."

"I wasn't threatening your life"

"You were definitely threatening my life."

"I said I was going to expose your baby pictures” you smirk. "Exactly" he winces. A laugh escapes you as you attempt to shove him off of you again but he simply smirks, grabbing your wrists before easily pinning your hands on either side of your head.

You realize what he's doing and you feel the blood rushing to your face. “I have a lot to make up for” he whispers against your ear, causing a shudder to roll through your body. His lips trail down your neck as his knee pushes in between your legs, pressing hard against your core. He kisses his way to your chest, his mouth hot and desperate against your skin. You grind down on his knee just enough that he presses harder and the electric feelings spreads through your veins, your legs trembling helplessly.

He pushes harder and a sharp gasp escapes you, your back arching off the bed. Heeseung pulls back to look down at you, his eyes drag up your legs, settling in between them and he watches for a second. Watches how you press your eyes shut, breath shaky as you grind down on his knee, a wet spot beginning to form on the fabric of his pants. At this point you didn’t even care anymore, you needed to come. After hours of feeling so neglected, you needed a release.

He watches you breathlessly, completely mesmerized as the days and weeks of frustration reflected in your efforts. He moves his knee slightly, pulling out a tortured moan from you and it makes him snap. He doesn’t waste any more time with modesty, tugging at your clothes until he can press his hot, wet mouth directly against your skin. He sucks your nipple hard, his tongue swirling around the peak.

“I've been neglecting you baby, haven't I?” You didn't have time to answer before he reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off with a single, sharp tug. He tosses the lace aside, no longer of any interest to him as his gaze falls to the heat radiating from between your thighs. You suddenly feel more hyperaware, your blood burning with want, and the sound of your heart thrumming in your ears.

“I've got to taste you” he says, more to himself and suddenly you're being jerked towards the edge of the bed, where he drops to his knees and his head disappears in between your legs. “Hee- w-wait!” your words are suddenly lost as you let out a loud, broken moan, your head falling back against the cushions. “Oh my- f-fuck” his lips close around your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. Goosebumps break out over your skin, your breaths turning erratic as he looks up at you, his dark gaze nearly tipping you over the edge.

You shudder underneath the touch of his tongue, climbing higher and higher with every slow lap he takes, his tongue slipping into you before gliding over your clit. Your moans echo across the room, causing him to multiply his efforts until your thighs are shaking around his head “Heeseung I-I can't it's too…it's too much” He ignores you, holding you in place as he takes his time licking you, quiet groans leaving his throat like he's doing this for his own pleasure rather than yours.

He swirls his tongue over your clit again, you writhe, mind completely gone, vision hazy, and nails finding purchase in his hair, gripping tight, but even so, he doesn't falter. Your whimpers get louder as Heeseung begins to thrust his tongue inside you, his thumb pressing against your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and the telltale sparks of an orgasm flutter through you. “Hee…I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum” you gasp, writhing uncontrollably as he presses you down, holding you still and forcing you to feel everything he has to offer.

He sucks your clit into his mouth before releasing it with a loud pop, “Hold it” it isn't a request, not a suggestion either. His eyes meet yours for a split second, your juices running down his chin, the unhinged look burning wild behind his dark lidded eyes before his arms wrap around your thighs, lifting them off his shoulders and pushing them back until your knees are by your ears and your gaping hole is leaking your juices down your ass and onto the sheets. “Fuck…” he curses, his gaze unfocused as he watches you spill for him.

“Hee…please, please no more” you cry out, tears welling in your eyes as the overwhelming pleasure rolls through your every nerve. You feel so sensitive as if even the slightest breeze can set you off. You're still caught up on focusing your attention onto anything and everything else as you teeter on the precipice. His heavy gaze already riding you on the edge, and you don't notice his closeness until you feel the hot sweep of his tongue again, his nose brushing against your clit with every lick.

A loud gasp escapes you and then the moans and cries that leave your lips are no longer under your control, you don't even realize how loud you're being until he lazily presses a hand over your mouth, the salty tears running down your face drip down your cheeks and onto your nipple, leaving you even more sensitive.

He starts French kissing your pussy, the wet sounds pulling out a scream from you, “Hee- s-stop” The feeling is instantaneous, you sense your ruin and you don't know if you can handle it, panic overtakes your senses, you gasp, your hands clawing at the sheets as you try to escape his touch, the hands around your thighs only pulling you back and forcing you to feel. “You can take it baby, c'mon give it to me,” he murmurs in between his licks, your fingers dig into your hair, helpless and shaking as you cry out, hands clawing at your scalp.

The tension builds and builds, his tongue never falters, his gaze burning into you as your mouth falls into an “o” and suddenly you're falling, you're falling hard, you're crashing.

Lights burst behind your eyes, the sweetest venom ignites through your veins and a warm stream builds at your core and then your body is no longer yours, you arch into his mouth and explode, cold air prickles your skin and you feel a warm liquid spray against your thighs as you scream his name. “Shit, Fuck…Fuck that's it” he slips two fingers into you, pressing and probing until he hits your sweet spot, making your eyes widen and you cry out helplessly as he drags out your orgasm, lapping at your juices, he doesn't let up until the evidence of your arousal is coating his lips and dripping down his chin.

You pant heavily, still coming down from your high but reality sets in and you feel the blood rushing into your face as you begin to pull out of his grip. Heeseung's gaze darkens, and he leaves one more kiss on your pelvis before climbing over you. “That was fantastic” he has a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he grins down at your embarrassed face. His gaze is lazy and dark as it trails down your body again before lifting up to meet your gaze.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks before he kisses you, softly tugging at your bottom lip. “You just had your tongue inside me, I think you've got the order wrong” you laugh breathlessly while he smiles against your neck. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you a little closer until there's barely any space left between you. “How about? I fuck you” you whisper in his ear, you see the surprise on his face, his eyebrows raising slightly before he laughs underneath his breath and flips you over till he's leaning back against the headboard and you're straddling him.

Heeseung looks up at you, curious eyes and the impatience in his breaths. You feel him tense up when your hands slide underneath his shirt, tugging at the hem teasingly. He pulls it over his head swiftly, his eyes never leaving your own as you lean forward, pressing your lips against his throat, his hands feel around your body and you feel the disturbance between your legs, grinding your hips down on him, the pressure so delicious against your clit as electric currents zap through your body with each of your movements.

Heeseung looks up at you, completely mesmerized, the sound of his breathing growing louder as he watches your movements. You place your hands onto his toned shoulders and almost immediately he tenses up, feeling your fingers trail down his chest before settling at his navel. “You're driving me crazy” his dark lidded eyes lock onto yours, a smile etching its way onto your lips while you tug at the waistband of his pants.

He reaches out for you but you push him away. “I want you inside me” you tug them down gently. He closes his eyes, his jaw tightening while you wrap your hands around his length, lips pressed against his ear and he watches you eagerly as you rub the head of his dick against your folds, already hard and leaking with precum before you sink down on him, using his chest for leverage. Heeseung lets out a hiss, your walls clamping down on him and it takes everything he has in him not to roll you over and pound into you until the only thing left in your brain and coming out your lips is him.

A shudder rolls through you, a breathless sigh escaping your lips as you begin to rock against him. No matter how many times you had sex with him, you had never fully gotten used to his size. He was so big and you always felt so full, consumed and complete. The delicious ache gives way to sweet pleasure and in this position you’re pretty sure you can feel him in your bones.

No longer able to control himself, he grips onto your hips guiding you into perfect rhythm as a loud moan climbs up your throat. “Hee- f-fuck you're so deep” wetness gushes in between your legs, his lips latch onto your nipple while his fingers find their way down to your clit, rubbing slow and torturous circles until your thighs are shaking and you can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“Baby you're making a mess” he groans into your neck, trailing his lips down your throat. Your head falls back, arms clinging onto him and the feeling is almost instantaneous. Your orgasm crashes into you, waves and waves of pleasure washing through every nerve ending of your body, your rhythm falters as you clench around him, the cries leaving your lips are swallowed by his kiss and before you know it he gently grabs onto your waist, never pulling out and turns you over till you're trapped beneath him.

Your response is a whimper, arching off the bed as you push against his chest. The new position fucks with your senses, he's so deep, too fucking deep that you can feel him pulsing inside you, the sweetest sensations pooling in your lower belly again. He lays on top of you, his dark hair falling over his eyes as his dark gaze searches your face. “Hee i-i can't- so d-deep-” his lips press against yours before you can finish and he starts moving again.

He fucks you hard. Fast. The headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust, his lazy eyes fixated on you as he increases his speed. One leg slung over his shoulder, and it somehow seats him even deeper inside you. “You're so fucking wet” his gaze locks down on where you're joined, his dick pumping hard and fast into you as you leak around him, no longer able to control the tears streaming down your face. Heeseung grabs your other leg, lifting it over his shoulder as he doubles his efforts, his lips press against yours, growling against your kiss when you clench harder. His sweet scent floods into your brain, overwhelming and heightening your senses.

“Such a needy girl” one of his hands finds their way around your neck, his fingers wrapping tight around your throat while the other stays firm against your hip. “You get all jealous and bothered when I'm away from you, huh?” your nails dig into his back as you scream his name. “You just want me all to yourself, don't you?”

“s-shut up” your eyes roll into the back of your head when he hits that spot again.

“you take it so good”

“such a good fucking girl”

“Look at how you spill for me” Heeseung has such a filthy mouth and it shows even more in bed, dirty words spilling past his lips all crude and commanding as he draws another moan from you, his thumb finds your clit again and before you know it you're coming around him, it's intense and violent, sending you arching into him as a scream rips out of your throat.

He grips your hips bruisingly tight, pinning you down into the mattress, fingers tight around your throat as your mind drifts and your arms fall limp. His jaw tightens, never once looking away from you as you're completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. Your toes curl by his ears, and you entirely lose yourself to him, writhing and thrashing as he holds you down, forcing you to feel. It takes a while for the tingles to subside and when you open your eyes, you find him looking down at you, watching you through dark lidded eyes, his lips slightly parted as he focuses on controlling himself.

“You're so pretty when you come for me” he whispers. Still completely unable to form a coherent sentence, you gaze up at him breathlessly and his hand leaves your neck before he swiftly flips you over again. Pressing your cheek against the cushions. “I'm gonna fuck that jealousy out of you…you'll feel me for days before you start acting up again” Your entire body buckles when he pushes into you again, sliding in easily because of the juices running down your thighs. “Shit…I can't get over how wet you are” he says with a groan, pulling out to the tip, your juices leaking down his length before he slams into you again.

“Hee! I c-can't take anymore…” you cry, ignoring the salty taste of your tears as you push back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck- yes you can, you're doing such a good job princess” his praises wash over you “I don't know how to get it through to you that I'm yours, and that you're mine, all fucking mine” your cries grow louder as each word is emphasized with a thrust. “I c-can't I can't come again-” your words are cut off as he hits your G-spot over and over again, your legs nearly giving out underneath you.

You grab at the sheets, overstimulated beyond control, desperately trying to escape his touch but he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back into place. “You can take it" “you take it so good for me” his hand finds its way between your legs again, fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit as the sheets muffle your moans and cries. “c'mon baby, you can do it…give it to me” the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room and your legs give in. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you to his chest, his breath fanning your shoulder and his woodland scent clouding all your senses.

When your orgasm rips through you, the world goes black, stars burst behind your eyes and you clench around him so tight, pulsing hot splashes of cum running down your thighs. The last thing you register is the sound of his groan as he cums, emptying his release deep inside you. Heeseung slowly releases you and you collapse onto the bedding, turning around to look up at him when he pulls out, his cum runs down your thighs. His eyes meet yours before falling to the puddle between your legs and his pupils dilate.

“You got one more for me?” a smirk climbs onto his lips when your eyes widen and this time, you really try to make a run for it. Heeseung chuckles locking a hand around your ankle. He drags you back, settling between your legs and pulls you towards his mouth. “One more, baby”

“Hee! Are you t-trying to kill me?” You cry, the soft feeling of his tongue swirling against your hypersensitive clit sends you shaking, and it's only a matter of seconds before you're crying his name and your juices flood into his mouth. He presses one last kiss against your clit before climbing over you. “You're incredible” the words are followed by a kiss, his gaze burning deep into your soul. “So beautiful when you cum for me…” The words are whispered but it still manages to send the blood rushing to your face.

He stays like that for a minute, wiping away the tears staining your cheeks before he kisses away the embarrassment evident in your face. He kisses you for a minute but when his hands begin to wander you push him off of you. “You're actually insane, you know that right?...you're like- not human” You're staring at him in disbelief as he shoots you a grin. “What can I say? It's not my fault that I have a sexy girlfriend” he shrugs, pulling back on his sweatpants before he rolls onto his back.

“Come here.”

He reaches out for you and you hesitantly move closer, snuggling up against his chest. How he has all this stamina is beyond you. After all the schedules, interviews, and endless work that comes with his job, Heeseung was almost always exhausted. But the moment he got his hands on you, he acted like a starved beast, never stopping until you were begging him to let you be.

You press your head against his chest, immediately relaxing at the familiar scent that clings to him. One arm settles securely around your waist while one of his legs tangles with yours beneath the blankets. His face finds the crook of your neck and, somehow, he keeps inching closer. You swear he's getting closer.

You narrow your eyes. Slowly, experimentally, you scoot a few inches away. Within seconds, Heeseung follows. You try to turn over, but he only follows, pulling you even closer. "Hee." A sleepy hum vibrates against your skin. “I can barely move” At this point, you're fairly certain he's attempting to merge the two of you into a single person. His arms simply tighten around your waist, pulling you a little closer until there's barely any space left between you. "You do realize we're on a king-sized bed, right?" Another hum before he presses a lazy kiss to your neck.

"You move too much" he murmurs. You sigh dramatically as he buries his face further into your shoulder, letting out a content breath. "Tired?" you ask softly. His response takes a second. "Mhm”

"That tired, huh?" A laugh escapes you. Another hum follows. "Lee Heeseung."

"hmm?”

“Are you sleeping?” When you tilt your head to look at him, you immediately regret it. Big mistake, his eyes are closed, his hair is a mess, his cheek is squished against your shoulder and he somehow looks completely content. The sight melts whatever irritation you're trying to hold onto. "You and your stupid face," you mutter. A faint smile appears on his lips.

"You love my stupid face" You roll your eyes and lightly smack his arm. "I think you're annoying." "You think I'm handsome." he retorts. "Whatever." The smile pulling at your lips ruins any attempt at sounding convincing. "You are so lucky you're cute." "I know." he grins proudly, the confidence in his answer making you laugh.

A comfortable silence settles between you after that. His fingers begin tracing absentminded patterns against your side, the movement lazy and instinctive. You don't even think he realizes he's doing it. "Do you have plans tomorrow, baby?" he says, eyes still shut, but his fingers remain tracing your skin. "You know," you murmur, threading your fingers through his hair, "for someone so tired, you sure do talk a lot." His response takes several seconds.

“I like hearing your voice." he whispers. “Plus I want to take you out tomorrow” your heart immediately betrays you, the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely feral. "Y-You are not allowed to say things like that when I'm trying to be annoyed with you." A quiet laugh leaves him before dissolving into a yawn. You feel his body sink further into yours as the last bit of tension finally leaves him. The more relaxed he becomes, the heavier he gets. Your own personal weighted blanket.

"How are you this clingy?"

"Mhm"

"That wasn't even an answer."

"Mhm"

You can't help laughing.

Beneath the blanket, his hand finds yours and automatically intertwines your fingers together. The gesture is so natural, so thoughtless, that it makes your chest ache. "You still mad at me?" he asks after a moment. The question catches you off guard so you pretend to think about it.

"A little" you sigh, "That's fair" he nods.

"A lot, actually." you gaze at him out of the corner of your eyes. "That's also fair." The immediate defeat in his voice makes you laugh, and the sound instantly earns a sleepy smile from him. "I was really mad at you, honestly."

"I know." He presses a small kiss against your shoulder. "You made me worry. You ignored my messages."

"I did."

You narrow your eyes. "Are you even listening to me?" One eye cracks open. "Listening." The eye immediately closes again. You stare at him for a moment before shaking your head in disbelief. Somehow, despite everything, despite the argument and the hours you spent worrying yourself sick, he's already halfway asleep in your arms. The realization should annoy you. Instead, it makes something warm settle in your chest. "You're impossible," you mutter.

A sleepy smile tugs at his lips, the kind that tells you he heard every word. For a while, neither of you say anything. His fingers remain intertwined with yours beneath the blanket while his breathing gradually slows against your shoulder. Every now and then he shifts closer, somehow finding a way to close whatever tiny distance remains between the two of you. You honestly don't know if he understands that it's physically impossible for the two of you to get any more closer.

"You know" you murmur, tracing your fingers through his messy hair, "most people apologize with flowers." A quiet hum is your only response. "Or chocolates…and maybe a heartfelt letter." This time he cracks an eye open just enough to look at you. "I can do that"

A laugh escapes you."No, you can't" His brows immediately furrow "Yes I can."

"Dude…you're literally falling asleep." You giggle. "I'm multitasking," he scoffs. The response comes so quickly that you can't help laughing. His smile widens instantly. "There it is" he whispers to himself underneath his breath. You glance down at him "There what is?" "That laugh," his voice is softer now, rough around the edges from exhaustion. "I love it."

Your heart immediately betrays you. You spent the entire evening lecturing him, reminding him how upset you are, and somehow he's still the one making your heart flutter. You continue running your fingers through his hair while he remains curled against you, his arm secure around your waist as though he's worried you might disappear the second he lets go.

Eventually, you notice his responses stop altogether, his breathing deepens as his body grows heavier against yours. You glance down to find him completely asleep and a fond sigh escapes you. Tomorrow you'll make him charge his phone, tomorrow you'll remind him that apologies only matter if they're followed by change and you'll probably scold him all over again.

But tonight, with his face tucked into your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you, like you're the most precious thing in the world, you simply press a kiss into his hair and close your eyes. And for the first time all week, the both of you are truly at peace.

-> made by @taexvan

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His girlfriend was the light of his entire world. It was as if you were the sun and he were your Earth. His world revolved around you at all times, you made him feel like the happiest man alive. Even Jake had to admit it sounded like something straight out of a cheesy 90s rom-com, where the guy was voicing out his internal monologue.

A main character who was loved? Checked. A main character who was also in love? Check. And his girlfriend was the definition of perfect in his eyes? Check. Jake was utterly, hopelessly in love with you, and he would gladly embrace that fact until he died. Now now now, Jake could technically defend himself and say that it wasn’t just him who had said you were literally perfect, it was countless others too!  

He wasn’t the only one who wanted you either, he had caught his own best friend, Heeseung, staring at you multiple times, his eyes clouded with lust. And when Heeseung turned around and caught Jake’s eyes, knowing Jake had seen him ogling at his own girlfriend like she was the last piece of cake at a birthday party, he would just raise one hand in a form of greeting, a fire dancing in his eyes.

And that may have turned Jake on more than anything. One day, he was going to let something slip. One day, Heeseung was going to smile at you like that again and Jake was going to completely forget how to act normal. Jake gave himself three months before he ruined his own life.

He was crawling to his own doom harboring this little secret. It was a ticking time bomb. A prime example of this being now, Jake’s heart hammered against his ribs like it was trying to escape the guilt clawing at his chest. The room was dim, only the soft blue glow of his laptop screen cutting through the darkness. He was supposed to be practicing vocals or answering fan messages, anything but this. Yet here he was, headphones clamped over his ears, laptop propped up on his desk at the perfect angle, the video playing on loop.

On the screen, one lucky girl was getting absolutely railed by two guys. Their hands were everywhere, gripping her hips, squeezing her tits, one of them thrusting deep into her while the other fed his cock between her eager lips. Wet sounds filled his ears, mixed with her muffled moans. Jake’s hand was wrapped tight around his own cock, jerking furiously, thumb swiping over the leaking tip with every upward stroke. His breath came out in short, ragged gasps. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

“Fuck…” he whispered, eyes glued to the way they manhandled her, how she took them both so greedily. The fantasy hit him like a freight train, the same one that always crept in when he was alone. He didn’t want to share you. Not ever. You were his, his sunshine, his everything, the girl who made him laugh until his stomach hurt and kissed him like he was the only man in the world. The thought of another guy actually touching you in real life made his blood boil with possessive jealousy.

But god… the thought of watching?

His grip tightened, fist flying faster along his shaft as the video showed one of the guys flipping the girl onto her back and sliding back inside her while the other knelt beside her face. Jake’s mind betrayed him instantly. He pictured you instead, spread out so pretty on their bed, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure. Another man’s hands on your thighs, spreading you open. Another man’s cock pushing into that tight, perfect heat that belonged to him. You’d look up at Jake the whole time, lips parted, moaning his name like a plea while someone else fucked you senseless.

“Shit—baby…” Jake groaned under his breath, hips bucking up into his fist. The fantasy was filthy and wrong and so fucking hot it made his head spin. He didn’t want to lose you. He wanted to keep you safe in his arms, cherished and loved like the princess you were. But the image of you getting used by someone else while he watched, stroking himself just like this, made his balls draw up tight.

His strokes grew erratic, slick sounds echoing quietly in his room as pre-cum dripped over his knuckles. On screen the girl was crying out, sandwiched between the two men, and Jake imagined your voice doing the same, whimpering, begging, taking everything they gave you while he sat in the corner, cock throbbing in his hand, completely lost in how beautiful you looked falling apart.

He was so close. So fucking close. His free hand gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white. Just as the pressure coiled unbearably tight at the base of his spine, the worst possible sound cut through his headphones. The soft click of the bedroom door opening. Jake froze mid-stroke, eyes wide in pure panic as he looked up.

There you stood in the doorway, holding the takeout bags he’d forgotten about, your expression shifting from cheerful surprise to something unreadable as your gaze flicked from his flushed face… down to his hand still wrapped around his very hard cock… and then to the explicit threesome still playing loudly on his laptop screen.

His death, it turned out, wasn’t a metaphor after all.

Jake slammed his laptop shut so fast the screen nearly cracked, the wet moans cutting off mid-thrust. “Wait, baby! I can explain—” he blurted, voice cracking.

He yanked his pants up in a frantic scramble, nearly tripping over his own feet as he crossed the room in three long strides. His hands landed on your shoulders, warm and slightly shaky, and he pulled you in, pressing a desperate kiss to your temple like he was trying to anchor himself before you vanished.

You were already biting your lip hard, shoulders trembling as you fought back giggles. The takeout bags were still dangling from your fingers, forgotten.

“Aww, Jakey…” you managed, voice sweet and teasing, “I didn’t know you were nasty like that.”

Jake’s face burned crimson. He was still panting, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and straining against the hastily pulled-up sweatpants. “Fuck, I— I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he groaned, forehead dropping to rest against yours. “I just… I’ve always had this fantasy. A threesome. Not, not sharing you for real in a way that I’d lose you. I could never do that. But the thought of watching someone else touch you… fuck you while I watch… it drives me insane, baby. I feel so guilty every time it gets in my head, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You let out a soft, amused huff and gently pushed at his chest, guiding him backwards toward the bed. He let you steer him until the backs of his knees hit the mattress and he sat down heavily. You settled right beside him, close enough that your thigh pressed against his.

“Then what’s stopping you?” you asked, tilting your head with an innocent little smile that didn’t match the spark in your eyes.

Jake froze completely, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Wait… baby, seriously?”

“Yes, Jakey,” you said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off his damp forehead. “Who do you have in mind?”

He gulped hard, Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. His cheeks were still flushed dark, breath uneven as he stared at you like you’d just offered him the moon and stars wrapped in a bow. “Well…” he started, voice low and husky, almost shy. His hand found yours, fingers lacing together tightly. “I’ve noticed Heeseung… eye-fucking you quite a few times, darling. The way he looks at you when he thinks no one’s paying attention. Like he wants to devour you.”

Jake’s grip on your hand tightened, his other hand sliding up your thigh. You hummed absentmindedly, you would have been lying if you said you hadn’t noticed Heeseung before either. He always had his eyes trailing down your body whenever you, Jake and his friends were there. And you would also be lying if you denied the fact that you wouldn’t like Heeseung touching you either. Because the truth was, Heeseung was an attractive man, far too attractive for his own good, and he certainly knew he was handsome, that man was the devil in disguise. 

A slow, mischievous smile spread across your lips as you looked at Jake. “Then let’s make it happen, Jakey.”

His eyes widened, a mix of shock, nerves, and raw arousal flashing across his flushed face. “You’re… you’re really okay with this?”

“More than okay,” you whispered, leaning in to brush your lips against his. “But we do it smart. No rushing. We set the scene.”

You two spent the next few minutes huddled together on the bed, voices low and excited, plotting like teenagers with a filthy secret. The plan was simple but perfect: you’d text Heeseung later saying you needed help with the kitchen sink, it was “suddenly not draining properly” and you didn’t know what to do. Jake would conveniently be “out” for a few hours. You’d call Heeseung, all sweet and helpless, asking if he could come over because “Jakey isn’t home and I just don’t know how to fix it, Hee. Please?”

Jake’s cock twitched visibly in his sweatpants just from talking it through. He kissed you hard, almost desperate, muttering against your mouth how much he loved you, how insane this was, how he couldn’t believe you were really doing this for him, for both of you.

An hour later, you were ready. You’d changed into your tiniest white tank top, the thin fabric clinging to your breasts with no bra underneath, your nipples faintly visible through the material. Paired with the shortest cotton shorts you owned, the ones that barely covered the bottom curve of your ass, riding up every time you moved. Your hair was slightly messy, lips glossy, and you looked every bit the tempting little housewife in distress.

You stood in the kitchen, phone in hand, heart racing with anticipation. After sending Jake a quick text confirming he was “out,” you dialed Heeseung.

He picked up on the second ring. “Hey… Hee?” you said, voice soft and a little pouty. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but the kitchen sink is acting up really bad. It’s not draining at all and water’s everywhere. Jakey isn’t home and I have no idea what to do. Could you please come over? I’d really appreciate it…”

Heeseung’s deep voice came through the line, calm but with a hint of something unreadable. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be there in ten.”

True to his word, Heeseung showed up in under ten minutes. The doorbell rang and you took a slow breath, smirking internally as a thrill shot through your body.

This is really happening. I’m about to get fucked by two of the hottest men I know.

You opened the door, and there he was, Heeseung, tall and broad-shouldered in a simple black t-shirt and gray sweats, hair slightly tousled like he’d run his fingers through it on the way over. His eyes immediately dropped, raking over your body in one long, shameless sweep. From your bare legs, up to the tiny shorts hugging your hips, then higher to where your tank top stretched across your chest. He didn’t even try to hide it. His gaze darkened, jaw tightening for a split second before he forced a casual smile. “Hey,” he said, voice low and smooth, stepping inside. “Sink trouble, huh?”

“Yeah…” You closed the door behind him, biting your lip innocently. “It’s such a mess. I didn’t want to call a plumber this late.”

Heeseung nodded, but his eyes kept drifting, fucking you with just a look. They lingered on the way your nipples poked against the thin fabric, then slid down to the exposed skin of your thighs. He cleared his throat, trying to sound normal as he followed you into the kitchen.

“Show me what’s going on.”

You bent over the sink a little more than necessary, reaching under it to point at the pipes, knowing full well how the shorts rode up, revealing the soft underside of your ass. Heeseung stood right behind you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. His stare burned into you, slow, heavy, hungry. You could practically feel him imagining bending you over this very counter.

“Looks like it might be a clog,” he muttered, voice a little rougher now. His hand brushed your lower back as he leaned in to inspect, the touch lingering a second too long. “You tried plunging it yet?”

“I did, but it didn’t help,” you replied sweetly, glancing back at him over your shoulder. His eyes were locked on your ass, dark and intense, before he quickly looked up to meet your gaze. The tension in the kitchen was suffocating, thick, filthy, unspoken. Heeseung’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and your pulse raced.

He tried to keep the conversation casual, asking about how long it had been happening, if Jake had looked at it before, but every sentence was undercut by the way his gaze kept dropping to your tits, your legs, the way you shifted your weight and let your shorts ride even higher. His breathing was deeper, controlled, but the bulge growing in his sweats wasn’t so subtle anymore.

You straightened up slowly, turning to face him, standing just a little too close. Heeseung didn’t step back. His eyes bored into yours, then flicked down to your mouth, then lower again, drinking in every inch of exposed skin like he was starving. The air crackled. You could feel it, the moment right before everything would change. And internally, you were glowing with wicked excitement.

This is going to be the best fuck of my life.

You kept a hand on his bicep, feeling the hard muscle tense under your fingers as you inched closer, deliberately pressing your body against his. Your breasts brushed his chest through the thin tank top, and you shifted your hips just enough until you felt the unmistakable, thick bulge of his cock pressing right against your lower belly. He was rock hard already.

“Heeseung…” you whispered, voice sweet and breathy, lips barely an inch from his ear, “you seem so tense. What’s up?”

Heeseung closed his eyes for a long moment, jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle ticking. His hands hovered at your waist like he was fighting every instinct not to grab you. Then, with a low, strained groan, he pushed you back slightly, just enough to create a sliver of space between your bodies, but not nearly enough to hide how much he wanted you.

“You’re Jake’s girlfriend,” he rasped, voice rough and dark, eyes still burning as they dropped to your lips, then your barely-covered tits. “I can’t betray him like that. Fuck, I shouldn’t even be looking at you like this.”

A soft, amused smile played on your lips. You didn’t move away. Instead, you let your fingers trail lightly down his arm, feeling the heat rolling off him in waves. “But he wants it too,” you said softly, almost teasingly.

Heeseung’s brows furrowed in confusion, but before he could respond, you called out gently toward the hallway. “Jakey… you can come out now.” There was a beat of silence, then the soft sound of footsteps. Jake emerged from the bedroom, still in his gray sweatpants, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with arousal. He looked between the two of you, at how close you were standing to Heeseung, at the obvious bulge in his friend’s sweats, at the way your tiny outfit left almost nothing to the imagination.

Heeseung stiffened, taking another half-step back, guilt flashing across his face. “Jake… what the fuck is going on?”

Jake swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair as he walked over. He stopped beside you, one arm sliding possessively around your waist, pulling you gently against his side. His voice was low, a little shy but steady. “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” Jake admitted, glancing at you with pure adoration before looking back at Heeseung. “The three of us. I know it sounds crazy, but… I’ve been fantasizing about it for months. Watching you with her. Seeing someone else touch her, fuck her, while I’m right there. I trust you. And she wants it too. We both do.”

Heeseung stared at him, completely stunned, chest rising and falling faster. His eyes flicked back to you, slow, heavy, dripping with barely-contained lust. He drank in the sight of your hard nipples pressing against the thin white fabric, the way your tiny shorts had ridden up your thighs, the slight sheen of excitement already visible on your skin. It was relentless now, like he was seconds away from devouring you whole.

“You’re serious?” Heeseung’s voice was hoarse, almost disbelieving, but the way his cock twitched visibly in his sweats betrayed him. “You actually want me to… with your girlfriend?”

Jake nodded, his hand squeezing your waist tighter. “Yeah. I do. If you’re down.”

The kitchen felt like it was on fire. Heeseung’s gaze dragged over your body again, slower this time, openly filthy, lingering on your lips, your tits, the apex of your thighs like he was already imagining exactly how he was going to ruin you. The tension was thick enough to choke on, heavy with promise and raw, dirty need. Heeseung let out a shaky breath, eyes finally locking onto yours with pure, unfiltered hunger. “Fuck… okay.”

Heeseung didn’t need to be told twice. The second the word “okay” left his mouth, he surged forward, one large hand cupping the back of your neck as his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was hungry, almost desperate, nothing like Jake’s usual sweet affection. Heeseung kissed like he wanted to consume you, tongue sliding against yours with filthy intent. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he tasted you. Jake stood just a few feet away, eyes dark and wide, breathing heavily as he watched his best friend devour his girlfriend’s mouth. His hand unconsciously palmed the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.

Heeseung’s other hand wasted no time slipping under the hem of your tiny tank top, rough palm gliding up your stomach until he cupped one of your breasts. His thumb brushed over your already hard nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth, the sound high and needy. “Fuck, you’re so soft,” Heeseung muttered against your lips before kissing you harder.

He suddenly gripped your waist and lifted you effortlessly, turning and caging you against the kitchen counter. Your ass pressed against the cool edge as he pushed between your legs, grinding his hard cock against your barely-covered core. His mouth left yours only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

You gasped when he yanked your tank top up, exposing your breasts completely. Heeseung’s eyes darkened with raw lust as he stared for half a second before leaning down and sucking one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make your back arch.

“Ah— Heeseung…” you moaned shamelessly, one hand flying to fist tightly in his dark hair, holding him against your chest. Your eyes found Jake’s across the kitchen. He looked completely wrecked, pupils blown, lips parted, chest heaving as he watched Heeseung suck and lick at your tits like a man starved. The sight of your boyfriend so turned on by watching only made you wetter.

You wrapped your legs around Heeseung’s waist, pulling him closer, grinding against the thick ridge of his cock through his sweats. Another loud, shameless moan spilled from your lips as he switched to your other breast, sucking harder, his free hand kneading the one he’d just left. Jake finally moved, closing the distance in two strides. He cupped your face and captured your lips in a deep, possessive kiss, swallowing every moan Heeseung pulled from you. When he pulled back, his voice was raspy and low, thick with arousal.

“Bedroom. Now,” Jake rasped, eyes flicking between you and Heeseung. “Take her to the bedroom.” Heeseung released your nipple with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen. He looked at Jake for a moment, breathing hard, then back at you, his gaze pure sin as he took in your flushed face, messy hair, and glistening, spit-slicked tits. Without a word, Heeseung hooked his hands under your ass, lifting you properly. Your legs stayed locked around his waist as he carried you down the hallway toward the bedroom, Jake following close behind, eyes never leaving the way your body moved against Heeseung’s.

Heeseung kicked the bedroom door open with his foot, the sound echoing through the apartment like a starting gun. Without breaking stride, he carried you straight to the bed and dropped you onto the mattress. You bounced once, breath catching in your throat as you looked up at the two men now hovering over you — tall, flushed, and radiating pure hunger.

Their hands were on you immediately.

Jake grabbed the hem of your tiny tank top and yanked it up and off, while Heeseung hooked his fingers into your shorts and panties, dragging them down your legs in one rough motion. You lifted your hips to help, already soaked and aching. In seconds you were completely naked beneath them, skin prickling under their heated stares.

They stripped themselves just as fast. Shirts tossed aside, sweatpants shoved down. Two hard, beautiful cocks sprang free — Jake’s familiar and leaking, Heeseung’s thicker and slightly longer, the tip already glistening.

For a brief second, Jake and Heeseung panted heavily, eyes locking. A silent, charged moment passed between them — something raw and unspoken — before Heeseung’s gaze slowly dragged down Jake’s body once, taking in his toned frame and throbbing cock. Then, just as quickly, his dark eyes returned to you, burning with filthy intent.

“Fuck… look at her,” Heeseung muttered, voice low and rough.

He wrapped a hand around his thick cock and gave it a few slow, firm strokes, his abs flexing with each movement. Then he leaned over you, knees pressing into the mattress between your spread thighs. He rubbed the swollen, leaking tip of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, teasing your clit with every pass.

You whimpered, hips twitching desperately toward him.

At the same time, Jake crawled up the bed to your side, positioning himself near your head. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, messy kiss, tongue sliding against yours as his hand gripped his own cock, stroking himself slowly while he watched Heeseung tease your dripping pussy.

“You okay, baby?” Jake whispered hotly against your mouth between kisses, his voice shaky with arousal. “Tell us what you want.”

Heeseung’s tip nudged against your entrance, pressing just slightly, making your back arch off the bed as another needy moan spilled from your lips into Jake’s mouth.

“I want both of you,” you gasped against Jake’s lips, voice trembling with need. “Please— I need you both right now.” That was all it took. Heeseung groaned deeply, lined himself up, and slammed into you in one powerful stroke, bottoming out completely. The sudden stretch made you cry out around Jake’s cock as he guided the leaking tip past your lips at the exact same moment.

“Fuck— so tight,” Heeseung growled, eyes rolling back for a second as your walls clenched around his thick length. “She’s sucking me in so fucking good, Jake.”

Jake let out a shaky moan, hips pushing forward as he fed more of his cock into your warm, eager mouth. “That’s it, baby… take us. You look so fucking pretty like this.”

They found their rhythm almost instantly, Heeseung fucking you with deep, steady thrusts that rocked your entire body, while Jake fucked your mouth in perfect sync, his hand gently cradling the back of your head. Heeseung’s hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he drove into you harder. “God, your pussy is perfect. So wet for us already. You love getting fucked by two cocks, don’t you?”

You moaned loudly around Jake’s shaft, the vibrations making him curse and thrust a little deeper. Jake stroked your cheek with his thumb, eyes dark with lust as he watched your lips stretch around him. “Such a good girl… taking him so well. You’re doing so fucking amazing, baby. My perfect girl.”

Heeseung leaned down, sucking one of your bouncing tits into his mouth while pounding into you, his hips snapping relentlessly. “She’s clenching so hard around me. Fuck, Jake, she gets tighter every time you call her a good girl.”

The filthy praise and the feeling of being completely filled from both ends had your head spinning in pleasure. Heeseung’s cock dragged against that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, while Jake’s familiar taste and the way he shallowly fucked your throat made your eyes water with overwhelming sensation.

Jake’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts getting sloppier as he chased his release. He looked down at you with pure adoration and raw lust. “Gonna cum down your throat, baby,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “Want you to swallow every drop like the good girl you are.”

He turned his head to Heeseung, eyes blazing. “Pull out Heeseung. She’s still my girl.” Heeseung let out a dark, strained chuckle, fucking you even harder for a few more punishing strokes before he obeyed. He pulled out with a wet sound, stroking his glistening cock furiously as he knelt beside you.

Jake pushed deep into your throat one last time and came with a broken moan, thick ropes of cum spilling down your throat as you swallowed around him eagerly. “Fuck— yes, baby… just like that.”

At the same time, Heeseung groaned loudly, his cock twitching as he painted your stomach and tits with hot, heavy streaks of cum, marking your skin while Jake finished in your mouth. Both of them were panting hard, eyes locked on your flushed, cum-covered body with pure satisfaction.

Jake pulled his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva and cum connecting your swollen lips to his tip for a second before it broke. You were still panting, chest heaving and glistening with Heeseung’s release, when Jake moved down your body with clear intent.

“My turn, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with possessiveness.

Heeseung shifted to the side, kneeling beside you on the bed. His dark eyes stayed glued to your body, one hand lazily stroking his still-hard cock as he watched. The hunger in his gaze didn’t fade, if anything, it burned hotter now that he was forced to observe.

Jake settled between your spread thighs, pushing them wider apart. He rubbed his cock against your soaked, puffy folds, coating himself in your slick mixed with Heeseung’s earlier efforts.

“Look at you… so fucking messy already,” Jake groaned, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “But you’re still mine.” He pushed in slowly at first, savoring every inch, then sank all the way to the hilt in one smooth thrust. You moaned loudly, back arching off the bed at the familiar stretch. Jake’s cock felt perfect inside you, hot, throbbing, and relentless as he started fucking you with deep, claiming strokes.

“Fuck, she looks so good,” Heeseung rasped, his voice low and rough as he watched intently. His eyes tracked every bounce of your tits, the way your pussy stretched around Jake’s cock, and the slick sounds filling the room. 

Jake’s hips snapped harder, one hand gripping your waist while the other kneaded your cum-covered breast. “That’s right, baby. This pussy belongs to me. Even when he fucks it… it’s still mine.”

He leaned down, kissing you messily, tasting himself on your tongue as he drove into you faster. The wet slap of skin against skin grew louder. Heeseung’s heavy breathing mixed with yours and Jake’s, the tension in the room still electric as he continued stroking himself to the sight.

“You’re taking me so well,” Jake praised against your lips, voice breaking into a moan. “So fucking tight and wet… gonna fill you up, okay? Want you dripping with me.”

You nodded desperately, nails digging into his back as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. Jake’s pace turned punishing, hips slamming against yours until he buried himself deep and came with a broken groan, thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy.

“Fuck— take it all, baby… that’s my good girl.”

He stayed inside you for a few long moments, panting against your neck, before slowly pulling out. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from your used hole. Without hesitation, Jake moved lower, spreading your thighs even wider. Heeseung’s eyes darkened further as he watched Jake lean in and drag his tongue through your folds, licking up his own release mixed with your wetness in long, filthy strokes. Jake moaned softly against your pussy, cleaning you thoroughly with his mouth while his hands held you open.

“So fucking pretty when you’re full of me,” Jake whispered, sucking gently on your clit before licking deeper. “My perfect girl.”

And one thing was certain. This may have been exactly like the plot of a 90s porno movie. But Jake’s secret was also yours now. And Heeseung’s. And it would stay that way. Because this certainly wasn't the last time Heeseung would be coming over. If anything, it was only the beginning

(Masterlist)

“Come over here, baby. We don’t have a lot of time.”

You happily go to where he’s sitting, not caring that your mom will be back from the store any minute. Heeseung leans back in his chair with a lazy smirk. Once you get close enough, he pulls you right between his legs. For a moment he just stares, looking at you like you’re his prey.

“Get that shirt off. I want to see those pretty tits.”

You immediately do as you’re told. After all, you live to please your stepdad.

Heeseung licks his lips when you unclasp your bra and discard it on the dining room floor. He leans into you as his large hands palm your hips and caress the waistband of your shorts. It’s easy enough to slide them down and take your sexy little panties with them.

“I’m gonna have to buy you more skirts, baby,” Heeseung says as he leans back in the chair again. “I want you to be ready for me all the time.”

Wetness stains your thighs. The thought of Heeseung bending you over and pulling your panties to the side whenever he wants turns you on so much. You bite your lip when he pulls his cock out of his jeans. It’s already hard and dripping with precum. Eagerly, you go to straddle him.

You whine loudly when his big cock slides into your tight little hole. Heeseung’s dark eyes are focused on where his cock is disappearing inside your pussy. Immediately, your stepdad grabs your ass with his huge hands to help you fuck him. You moan loudly and start to move your hips along with the fast pace he’s set.

“You like that? Filthy little girl,” Heeseung grunts as he slowly pumps his cock into you.

“F-Fuck, daddy!” You squeal as you start to bounce on his thick cock.

Lewd squelching quickly fills the room, and it only turns you on more. He kneads your ass and starts to roughly fuck his thick cock up into you. Your cries are loud and filthy. It makes your stepdad smirk. The filthy squelching coming from your pussy only turns the both of you on more. Heeseung slaps your bouncing ass as he angles his cock to hit your sweet spot.

“Daddy!” You scream as you throw your head back.

Heeseung squeezes your ass and continues slamming his cock into your needy hole at a fast, rough pace. Your tits bounce in his face as he fucks you hard. He lifts his hand from your ass and brings it back down, hard. Your stepdad repeats the stinging motion until you’re crying out. Heeseung smirks as he continues to spank and fuck you mercilessly at the same time.

Your eyes roll back as his fat tip pounds into your gummy spot. Arousal coats his entire length and balls as you get closer to your orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Work that little pussy on your stepdaddy’s cock like I know you can.”

You moan and roll your hips eagerly, matching his rough pace. Your tight pussy is clenching around his relentless dick, and it only takes a few more bounces for you to gush all over your stepdad’s big cock.

“Daddy!”

Heeseung groans and slaps your ass as you cover his dick and heavy balls with your release. God, he can never get enough of you.

Just as you’re coming down from your orgasm, you hear the sound of your mom pulling into the driveway. Reality hits you fast, but your stepdad seems unfazed. In fact, Heeseung lets go of your raw ass, head falling back with a lazy smirk.

“You’re not getting off this cock until I cum. Better hurry before your mom sees what a little slut you are.”

Your pussy clenches around his cock hard, and he only laughs meanly. Immediately, you start bouncing again, moaning and whining as you work hard to get Heeseung to cum. The sound of the door opening doesn’t make you stop. You know you’re about to get caught, but you feel too good to care. Your stepdad grabs your ass again to help you fuck his cock how he likes.

“I’m back!”

You fall forward, moaning into Heeseung’s neck as he pumps you full of his cum. He keeps bouncing you on his cock, fucking his cum deeper into you like his wife isn’t seconds away from walking into the dining room.

“Good girl,” he coos, pressing a sweet kiss into your hair before pulling you off his cock.

You pick up your discarded clothes and run toward the kitchen, not caring that your stepdad’s cum is running down your leg. Heeseung watches you fondly as he messily tucks his softening cock back into his pants.

“Honey!” His wife pops her head into the kitchen. “There you are. Will you help me with the groceries?”

Heeseung groans deeply in your ear, his thrusts growing faster and harder. Your cream stains his cock and neatly trimmed hair with every powerful snap of his hips. Just hearing the lewd squelching coming from your stretched out cunt turns you on more. He’s drilling his cock into you like his wife isn’t downstairs making him dinner.

“Daddy’s gonna cream your little pussy, angel,” he coos sweetly. “Gonna keep you nice and full of me.”

He can admit that he’s pussy drunk, so lost in the feeling of your hot cunt squeezing and creaming all over his cock. Your dazed eyes and sweet moans make the sex even better. His dick throbs and pulses inside you as your tight pussy sucks him in like it doesn’t want to let go.

“Fuck, daddy,” you mewl, finally looking down to where his thick cock is splitting you open. Seeing his huge dick shiny with your previous orgasms pushes you closer to the edge. “Cream my little pussy. Please. Fuck.”

“Greedy slut,” Heeseung laughs fondly as his cock throbs in delight. “You just want your stepdad’s cum, hm? Want me to fill this greedy pussy until my spunk is spilling out of you?”

“Yes!” You gasp as his fat tip slams into your sweet spot. “Want it so bad! Cum inside, please!”

Heeseung grins, ignoring his wife’s yell that dinner is almost ready. The lewd plap sounds of him fucking his raw cock into you only get louder as he chases his high. Your tight little hole keeps sucking him in, and it won’t be long before he’s fucking you full of cum.

The loud squelch of your creamy cunt being stuffed fills the room. It mixes in well with your soft mewls and moans.

“Take daddy’s cum, sweetheart,” Heeseung says as he presses a tender kiss on your lips. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep it all inside?”

Your stepdad loves when you stay plugged full of his cum. You know that after dinner, he’ll bend you over the sofa in the living room and eat it out of you before making you bounce on his cock and stuffing you full all over again. Your pussy clenches in anticipation.

“Yes, daddy, yes!” You moan wantonly. “Gonna keep all your cum in my little pussy.”

“Fuck,” Heeseung groans as your squirt all over his aching cock.

He kisses you to swallow your loud screams of pleasure. His rough thrusts don’t stop. Heeseung keeps spearing his cock into your squirting pussy until his entire pelvis is covered in your release. With one last squeeze of your soft pussy he goes still and shoots his hot cum into your awaiting cunt.

Heeseung pulls away, groaning as his cock pulses and keeps spilling his hot cum into you. Your spasming hole sucks in every drop of his cum until you’re filled to the brim.

“Good girl,” Heeseung pants out before he gives you a filthy kiss.

You moan into his mouth as he slowly rolls his hips to fuck his cum deeper inside of you. Neither of you make a move to separate when there’s a knock on your door.

“Dinner’s ready,” your mom says through the door that you always keep locked—a habit she hates. “Hurry down.”

Your eyes roll back as your juices coat his big dick with ever slow, rough thrust. The fact that you mom can walk in at any moment and find you getting stretched out on her husband’s thick cock only fuels your arousal.

“We’re not stopping until you cum again, baby girl,” Heeseung smiles at you sweetly like he’s not splitting you open on his cock.

The couch cushion is already soaked from your first orgasm, but it’s not enough for your stepdad. He loves messy sex, and he loves the thrill of potentially getting caught. Not that you’re any better. Your nipples are rock hard, and not just because they’re being exposed to the cool air.

“Daddy,” you mewl quietly when his fat cockhead brushes against your sweet spot. “I’m so close.”

“I know, sweetheart. Your little pussy’s getting so tight.” He laughs softly. “Is it because you love daddy’s cock or because you know your mom can walk in and see what we’re doing?”

“Both,” you mewl as you move your hips to meet his deep thrusts.

“Filthy girl,” he groans fondly, fucking you into the couch until the lewd sound of his cock drilling into your pussy rivals the noise coming from the kitchen.

“Heeseung!” His wife suddenly calls. “Dinner’s almost done!”

Your pussy clamps down on his cock. He only smirks deviously as he keeps drilling his cock into you.

“I’m already down here—I couldn’t wait.”

Heeseung is the sun around which the entire campus orbits.

He’s the captain of the basketball team, the big star whose name echoes through the packed arena during every game. With his lean yet athletic build, dark hair that falls over his sweaty forehead after a match, and that lazy half-smile that screams trouble while charming every girl in sight, he moves like he’s always being watched — and he is. Every head turns when he walks by, the crowd in the hallways parting like the sea for him and his teammates. He loves the attention.

Everyone knows the stories about Heeseung. He doesn’t do relationships — he rotates. A new girl every week, sometimes every day if he’s in the mood. They’re often seen leaving his apartment late at night, or early in the morning if he feels like letting them stay over, hair messy and wearing his team jacket like a trophy.

He usually doesn't appear with them in public, but it doesn't take long for the chosen girl to start gossiping in the hallways about how she's being fucked by him. That doesn’t last long though, because once the thrill fades he ignores them completely, never answering their messages once the weekend is over. "Let’s just have fun," he says, and the girls always agree, secretly believing they’ll be the one to change him.

You’ve been watching him from afar for months, studying the way he laughs too loudly at parties with his arm around whatever girl he’s with at the moment, the way his hand rests on her lower back as he guides her through the crowd, and how his eyes scan the room like he’s already searching for the next target while the current one is still pressed against him. It should disgust you — the casual way he uses people, the trail of broken hearts he leaves behind without remorse. But it doesn’t disgust you. It feeds you.

Deep down, in that secret place where you allow yourself to be completely honest, you want to be one of them. Not just another weekly girl — you want to be the one who breaks the pattern, the one so unforgettable, so incredible in bed and out of it, that Heeseung, the campus player, finally chooses you for good.

The problem is you have no idea how to make that happen.

You’re a virgin, completely untouched. The closest you’ve ever gotten to intimacy was an awkward, too-long hug with your best friend Jake after a tough week of exams. Approaching Heeseung as you are now — inexperienced, nervous, and clumsy — would never work.

"He likes confident girls, experienced ones who know how to dominate and be dominated in equal measure, because he doesn’t waste time teaching the basics. He expects you to already know how to please him." That’s what you heard from one of his teammates.

So after watching him leave the court with yet another girl on his arm, you make a decision.

You’re going to practice.

You’re going to transform yourself into the perfect girl for him — experienced enough to impress him, confident enough to stand out, and irresistible enough that when he finally notices you, he won’t be able to let you go.

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You stand outside Jake’s dorm room long enough for your legs to start aching. Your best friend’s room has always been your safe haven — the perfect spot for late-night study sessions, movie marathons, and listening to him ramble excitedly about sci-fi. Jake is kind, a bit nerdy in the best way possible, like a golden retriever with brown hair, a sweet smile, and glasses.

With a deep breath, you knock on the door.

Jake opens it almost immediately and breaks into a wide smile the moment he sees you. "Hey, what took you so long? Come in— wait, are you okay? You look tense."

You step inside and sit on the edge of his bed, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. Jake drops into his desk chair and pulls it closer so he’s facing you directly, his knees almost brushing against yours. "Jake… I need to talk to you about something kind of crazy, embarrassing, and probably really stupid."

He tilts his head, curiosity sparkling behind his glasses. "You know you can tell me anything. What’s going on?"

You tell him everything — how you’ve been watching Heeseung for months, how every time you see him with someone new, something deep in your chest twists, not exactly with jealousy, but with desire. You share the rumors you’ve heard about how he likes girls who know what they’re doing, girls who can match his intensity. Finally, you admit that you want to be the one he chooses — not just for a week, not for a fling, but for good.

"But I’m a virgin, Jake," you whisper, your cheeks burning. "I’ve never even… I don’t know what I’m doing. So if I tried to approach him like this, he’d probably laugh."

Jake’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t interrupt.

"So I’ve decided… I’m going to practice. I’m going to get experience so that when I finally have my chance with Heeseung, I’ll be good enough that he won’t want anyone else."

Silence stretches between you as Jake stares at you for a long moment. He pushes his glasses up, his expression soft — not mocking, not disgusted. Just… Jake. "Wow. That’s… a lot. Heeseung, huh? I mean, I get it, but you’re really willing to do all that for him?"

Biting your lip, you nod. "I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t stop thinking about it. And… I was hoping you’d help me with the first part."

Your voice drops until it’s almost inaudible. "I want you to be my first. I want to lose my virginity with you. You’re my best friend and I trust you. I know you’ll be gentle, you won’t laugh at me or tell anyone. Please, Jake?"

His cheeks flush pink and for a second it looks like he might say no. "You… you want me to what? Oh my God. I don’t even know what to say."

He lets out a nervous laugh, a mix of surprise and something he’s always kept hidden. "I’ve never thought about you like that before or… okay, maybe I have, a little. But you’re serious? This is all for Heeseung?"

"Yes, but right now it’s about learning with someone safe, someone who cares. And that someone is you."

Jake stays quiet for a moment while he thinks, then reaches out and takes your hand, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. "Okay… if we’re really going to do this, I want it to be right for you. Not just jumping in headfirst." His thumb keeps tracing slow, soft circles on the back of your hand. "You’ve never done any of this before, right? Not even… by yourself?"

You swallow hard, staring at your intertwined fingers, and admit softly, "No… I mean, I tried rubbing against my pillow once and it felt good, I think? But I got scared and stopped. I don’t know what I’m doing, Jake. That’s why I need you to help me learn."

Jake nods, adjusting his glasses — a nervous habit — with flushed cheeks, but his voice stays as gentle and patient as always. "That makes sense. But before anyone else touches you, you should get to know your own body first. What feels good, what you like. It’ll make everything easier later… for him and for you."

He hesitates for a second, then adds with a small reassuring smile, "Do you trust me enough to try this now? With me here?"

Your heart races with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "Yes, I trust you. Just… tell me what to do, please."

Jake stands up slowly and sits beside you on the bed. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your temple, then to your cheek. "Start by getting comfortable. Lie back, and maybe take off your sweater if you want to and feel okay with it."

You do as he says, pulling off your sweater and setting it aside so you’re left in just your tank top and jeans. "Good," he murmurs. "Now touch yourself under your clothes first, over your stomach, along your thighs… feel how your body reacts."

You slide your hand beneath the thin fabric of your tank top. Your fingers graze the soft skin of your belly, then move higher, gently caressing one of your breasts. It feels strange doing this while he watches, but his gaze isn’t hungry or demanding — it’s warm and encouraging, like he’s looking at something precious. When your fingertips brush your nipple, a small sigh escapes you.

"Right there. That’s good. Circle slowly and squeeze just a little."

As he speaks, his own hand drifts down to the front of his sweatpants and then he starts touching himself gently over the fabric, not even trying to hide it. Knowing he’s getting hard just from watching you makes your breath hitch.

Following his instruction, you circle and lightly pinch your nipple, feeling a warm sensation build low in your belly. "Jake, it feels so good…"

"Tell me," he encourages, his hand moving in slow strokes that match the rhythm of your breathing. "Does it make you wet between your legs?"

"Yes," you sigh.

"Keep going, slide your other hand into your jeans and touch yourself over your panties if you’re not ready for more yet."

With your free hand you obey, unbuttoning your jeans and slipping inside. The fabric of your panties is already damp when you press your fingers against yourself and rub lightly, drawing a soft whimper from your throat.

Both of your breathing grows heavier with every second. Jake pushes his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free himself, stroking slowly while he watches every movement of your fingers.

"Fuck, that’s beautiful," he breathes, the words slipping out like he can’t hold them back. "Rub your clit. Find the spot that feels best."

You circle your clit, experimenting with pressure and rhythm, rolling your hips when you finally discover the perfect way to touch yourself. Jake’s eyes stay locked on your hand while his own speeds up, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock with every stroke.

"Inside your panties now," his voice still gentle but strained. "Feel how wet you are. Explore your body, learn what it likes so you can show someone exactly what you need."

You push your panties aside and slide a finger along your slick folds. "Slide a finger inside, babe," he says and when you do, a moan escapes your lips — it’s tight, but not uncomfortable. Jake groans with the sight, his hand moving faster on himself.

"Add another finger and curl them a little. Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good, babe." His praise makes you bolder, so you start pumping your fingers slowly, rubbing your clit with your thumb at the same time, while your free hand keeps playing with your breast, pinching harder as the pleasure rises.

"You’re getting close, aren’t you? I can tell by the way you’re breathing. Let it happen. Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m inside you." His words push you over the edge.

Moaning Jake’s name, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation, your body tenses and your thighs tremble uncontrollably as the orgasm crashes through you. Waves of heat pulse around your fingers, deeper and stronger than you ever imagined.

"Fuck, don’t do this to me." His hand strokes faster until he groans and comes too, spilling over his fingers with a shaky breath.

For a moment, the room falls quiet except for your shared breathing. Jake leans in and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, his glasses tilting slightly. "Hey… you still with me? How are you feeling after that? Overwhelmed?"

You shake your head and let out a small giggle. "I’m good. Really good, actually." Reaching up, you gently fix his glasses and whisper, "Thank you for being so patient with me, Jake. I know this is probably weird for you too."

He smiles, and it makes you smile back naturally. "It’s not weird. At least not with you. Honestly, seeing you like that… it was beautiful. You’re beautiful." He leans in and kisses your forehead, then your cheek, giving you time to calm down while his hand rests on your hip and his thumb draws slow circles on your skin. "If you want to keep going, I’m right here."

You bite your lip, the mix of nerves and curiosity warms your body all over again. This is supposed to be practice — each new sensation is another skill you’re learning — but right now, with him, it feels like something more.

"I want more," you admit, cheeks burning. "Can you… use your mouth on me? I’ve heard it feels really good, but I don’t know what to expect."

Jake’s eyes widen for half a second. "Yeah, I’d love to do that for you." He moves carefully on the bed, helping you adjust the pillows behind your head so you’re comfortable. "Just relax and tell me what feels good, okay? If anything is too much or not enough, say so. Promise?"

"Promise." You extend your pinky toward him and he does the same, linking them together to seal the promise.

He starts with soft kisses on the inside of your knee, then higher up your thigh. Every touch of his lips sends shivers across your skin. "Your legs are already shaking," he murmurs with a low chuckle against your thigh. "That’s so cute."

When his mouth finally reaches your center, it’s feather-light at first — just his lips brushing against your folds — but it’s enough to make you draw in a sharp breath and grip the sheets tightly.

Then his warm tongue drags upward in one long, torturous lick from your entrance all the way to your clit. The feeling is wet, hot, and incredibly intimate, the texture of his tongue adds a new layer of friction that makes your hips jerk involuntarily.

"My God, Jake…" The words slip out before you can stop them.

"Good?" he asks, pulling back just enough for you to see his glistening lips as he looks up at you.

"Yes… really good. Do that again, please."

With more confidence this time, he explores every inch of you — licking along your folds, circling your clit, then moving down to taste your entrance. The wet sounds of him pleasuring you only heighten the arousal building in your belly.

Jake hums in satisfaction as he finds the rhythm you like best, reading it from your moans. "You taste incredible… so hot and wet."

You reach down and thread your fingers through his soft hair. "Right there, when you suck on my clit, it feels so good."

He listens immediately, sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and applying gentle suction while his tongue flicks against it, making the pleasure intensify, stronger than before.

The smooth glide of his tongue, the occasional careful graze of his teeth, and the way he alternates between lavishing attention on your clit and licking down to dip inside you make heat spread through your core — it radiates outward until even your fingertips feel warm. You grow even wetter, and Jake groans in appreciation, licking up every drop like he can’t get enough.

"Jake, I think I’m getting close again," you gasp, your voice breaking into a loud moan as he sucks harder on your clit. Your hips move against his face instinctively, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he doubles down with his tongue. This orgasm builds differently — deeper, more overwhelming — and when it crashes over you, it hits with a full-body shudder.

You cry out his name, fingers tightening in his hair as waves of pleasure pulse through your center. Jake keeps licking you through it all, drawing out every tremor until you’re panting and oversensitive.

He finally lifts his head, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before leaning over you again. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes shine behind his glasses, and a proud little smile plays on his lips. "You okay? That looked like it felt really good."

You laugh breathlessly. "It was incredible… I didn’t know I could feel so sensitive down there."

Jake chuckles softly. "Good. That’s kind of the point of all this practice, right? Learning what you like." His hand slides over your body again, stopping just above your mound as his fingers trace lazy patterns across your skin. "Are you sure you want me to take your virginity? Your body’s already experienced so much tonight. Maybe you need a break."

You shake your head, caressing his face. "I don’t need a break. I just want to feel your cock inside me, please."

One of his hands drifts lower until his fingers reach your wet entrance, circling it slowly. "I need to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you. Relax and breathe out for me."

You do as he says, and he slowly presses two fingers inside you.

His longer fingers create a different sensation. The stretch borders on discomfort at first, making your walls clench tightly around the intrusion. "Ah— it’s tight," you whisper, gripping his shoulder. "It burns a little."

Jake freezes immediately. "Want me to stop? We can wait."

"No! Keep going. I want to get used to it."

He nods and presses a soft kiss to your temple. "You’re doing so well… so warm and snug around my fingers. What if I curl them just a little?" He demonstrates, stroking your inner walls gently until he brushes against a spongy spot that sends sparks shooting up your spine.

"Oh!" Your eyes widen. "Right there… my God, that feels so good."

"I found your g-spot," he says, clearly proud of himself. He keeps the movements shallow and slow, pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb draws gentle circles over your clit. The initial burning fades, turning into something hotter, slicker, and far more pleasurable.

"Add another one, Jake," you say after a few minutes, voice breathless. "I think I can take it."

Jake carefully slides a third finger in, the pressure increases and your walls flutter as they adjust to the stretch. Every curl of his fingers against that perfect spot sends waves of pleasure through your entire body, while his thumb on your clit keeps the arousal building higher.

"Talk to me, babe," he says, eyes fixed on your face. "How does it feel now? Too much?"

"It’s full… stretching me," you moan, your hips starting to move in time with his hand. "But it’s turning into something really good. Faster on my clit— yes, like that. God, Jake, your fingers are so deep."

He picks up the pace a little, thrusting more firmly and creating an overwhelming sensation in the best way possible. The pleasure keeps intensifying until your breathing comes in short gasps and your thighs tremble uncontrollably. "I’m getting close again. Please don’t stop."

Jake leans down to kiss your stomach, murmuring encouragement. "Come on, come on my fingers. Let go for me, babe."

You moan loudly, back arching as the orgasm hits you harder than the ones before. A deep wave crashes through you, making your inner walls clench rhythmically around his fingers. Jake keeps pumping slowly and carefully until the spasms ease, then gently pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth. "Your taste is addictive."

Smiling you reach up to brush a messy strand of hair from his forehead. "Jake… I want to go all the way. I want to feel you inside me, please."

Jake’s breath catches, then he sits up properly and reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom.

"You actually have these," you say with a light teasing note in your voice.

He looks at you with a shy smile as he opens the packet and rolls the condom down his length. "Hey, Heeseung isn’t the only one on campus who has sex, you know? A guy can be prepared even if he’s not out at every party." Jake hovers over you, supporting his weight on his elbows so he doesn’t crush you. "You look so beautiful like this," he whispers, leaning closer and gazing at your lips.

"Can I?" When you nod, he captures your mouth in a slow, deep kiss filled with desire. His lips move to your cheek, your jaw, and then trail softly down the side of your neck, leaving a wet path that makes you shiver. He takes his time, giving attention to every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth and fingers. Only when both of you are breathing heavier does he settle between your legs and position himself.

"Breathe with me, okay? Slow and easy." You nod, inhaling as he begins to push inside.

The initial pressure is intense — a wide, stretching fullness that makes your breath hitch. Your walls stretch around his thickness in an overwhelming way and your body tenses as he sinks into you inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. "Oh my God…"

Jake stops immediately. "Hey, hey… look at me," he says, his voice full of concern. He kisses you softly on the lips, then your nose and forehead. "Is it too much? We can wait. I hate the idea of hurting you, even for a second."

You shake your head and take a deep breath, trying to ease the discomfort. "It’s a lot… really full and there’s some burning, but I want this."

To distract you from the stretch and help your body relax around him, he kisses you again. It works — the pain slowly turns into pressure, and then into something hotter and more intimate. "Okay, you can move a little more now."

Jake slides forward inch by inch until he’s fully inside you — every part of him is wrapped tightly in your heat, making you feel so connected, so completely filled, with a pleasant throbbing where your bodies meet.

"God… you feel incredible," he breathes, staying still for a moment while buried deep inside you. He covers you with more kisses. "So warm and tight around me. Tell me how you feel, babe."

"Full," you sigh. "So deep… it’s starting to feel really good."

Smiling against your skin, he begins rocking his hips in small, gentle movements. Each shallow thrust glides along your inner walls, brushing that sensitive spot and sending sparks of pleasure through your whole body. Jake keeps his eyes on yours, watching carefully for any sign of discomfort.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer. "More kisses," you whisper softly, and he gives them freely — deep, passionate kisses that match the slow rhythm of his hips. His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers beside your head as he sinks a little deeper and a little firmer. The pleasure builds gradually, a warm wave spreading from your center outward.

"You’re doing so well," he praises between kisses, his voice full of affection. "Look at you… my best friend, letting me do this. You feel perfect, so hot and slick around my cock." His free hand caresses your breast through your tank top, his thumb brushing your nipple in time with his movements, pulling more moans from you.

"Faster… just a little," you ask, voice breaking. "I want to feel more."

Jake obeys, finding a slow but steady rhythm that lets every thrust fill you completely, the head of his cock brushing that sweet spot over and over again. "Does this feel good for you too?" you ask between moans, wanting to make sure he’s enjoying it.

"God, yes," he groans. "You’re squeezing me so tight, but right now it’s all about you. I want you to come like this if you can."

You roll your hips to meet his thrusts, learning the rhythm and experimenting with how it feels to clench around him. Jake’s glasses are completely fogged up and slipping down his nose, he pauses just long enough to take them off and set them aside, then kisses you deeply as he resumes his movements.

"I’m getting there," you moan against his mouth. "Please don’t stop, Jake."

"I’ve got you." He shifts slightly, sliding one hand between your bodies to rub gentle circles over your clit. The extra stimulation pushes you right over the edge. Your walls flutter and clench hard around his cock as the orgasm crashes through you. You moan loudly, nails digging into his back while your body pulses around him.

Jake keeps thrusting softly through your climax, murmuring praises. "That’s it… so good. You’re incredible." Only when you start to come down does he let himself go. His hips snap a few more times before he buries himself deep and comes with a low, shaky groan, filling the condom.

For a long moment afterward, he stays inside you while both of you catch your breath. Then he pulls out carefully, discards the condom, and cleans you both with a warm cloth from the bathroom. "You okay?" he asks, his voice soft and full of concern. "No pain? I tried to be as gentle as possible."

You snuggle into the sheets, feeling a pleasant soreness between your legs and a deep sense of satisfaction. "I’m perfect. A little sore, but in a good way. You made my first time really special, Jake. You’re the best friend I could ask for."

The next morning, you wake up in his bed. The ache between your legs reminds you of everything — the careful way he touched you, the gentle thrusts, the tender kisses. It had all been perfect for your first time.

But as you slip out of bed carefully so you don’t wake him, a realization settles in your mind. It wasn’t enough. Not for what you really want.

Heeseung isn’t gentle. From the rumors, girls get pinned against walls, left breathless and marked. He likes control, intensity, rough hands. Jake would never give you that, even if you begged. He’s your best friend who worries about every little sound you make. He would never push your limits the way you suspect Heeseung would.

You also need to practice that side — the rougher kind of sex that leaves you deliciously sore, the kind that teaches you how to take and give back. You can’t show up to Heeseung soft and inexperienced if you want to stand out, if you want him to crave you for more than one night.

So you leave Jake a note on his desk. "Thank you for last night. Let’s talk soon," and head back to your dorm with a new determination.

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That weekend, the hockey team is throwing a big party at their off-campus house — an event that always draws a different crowd from the basketball scene. There’s no explosive feud between the teams, just a quiet rivalry and enough tension that basketball players rarely show up at hockey parties and vice versa. It’s perfect. No chance of running into Heeseung or his circle, and you need that space to level up without any complications.

You take extra time getting ready because you want to be noticed. You choose a short black dress that hugs your curves, the hem riding high on your thighs. It’s simple but dangerous — low neckline, thin straps, the kind of outfit that makes you feel powerful when you look in the mirror. You add a bit more makeup than usual, nothing too dramatic, and slip into heels that make your legs look longer.

The hockey house is already packed when you arrive. Hockey players in their varsity jackets, girls in tight dresses, and red solo cups everywhere. You grab a drink and wander through the crowd, heart racing with anticipation.

That’s when you see him.

Sunghoon, the captain of the hockey team, is standing near the kitchen island, leaning against the counter like he owns the place — and he does. He has a cold, almost untouchable aura that makes people shiver when he walks by. His teammates laugh around him, but he only offers a slight, distant smile, like he’s above it all.

Your eyes meet across the room and he doesn’t look away. Instead, his gaze slowly travels down your body, taking in the dress you chose so carefully, before returning to your face. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips — not warm like Jake’s, but something sharper, more predatory. It sends a shiver down your spine.

You don’t look away either. After all, that’s exactly why you came.

He pushes off the counter and makes his way through the crowd toward you. The suffocating tension hits you the second he stops right in front of you, like all the air has been sucked out of the room. "You don’t usually come to our parties," he says, his voice low as he tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle he’s already halfway to solving. "Or are you from the basketball crowd, doll?"

You take a sip of your drink to steady yourself. "Maybe I was waiting for the right night… Plus, hockey parties have a certain reputation."

A faint smile tugs at his lips as he steps a little closer, invading your space enough to make your pulse race. "Reputation for what, exactly?" He’s so close now that you can smell his cologne — something fresh and expensive that makes your head spin.

You shrug, trying to look calm. "Good music, strong drinks… You’re Sunghoon, right? The captain of the team. I’ve heard a lot about you." The words come out bolder than you expected, but they hit something in him and his gaze darkens.

He raises a thick eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest, making his impressively attractive biceps stand out. "I hope they’re good things."

You smile slightly. "Depends on who you ask. Some say you’re intense. Others say you’re… hard to keep up with."

Sunghoon studies you like he’s deciding something. The air between you grows heavier, and you can feel the pull — the way his eyes drop to your mouth, then lower, before sliding back up. "And what do you think? Do you think you could keep up?"

The question makes your breath hitch. "I think it depends," you reply, taking a small step closer, letting the tension build until it feels almost unbearable. "Are you offering to find out?"

He leans in even closer, his lips hovering near your ear so only you can hear him, his warm breath brushing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. "Careful. Talking like that might get you more than you bargained for."

You turn your head just enough that your cheeks nearly touch. "Maybe that’s exactly what I’m looking for."

His hand settles on your lower back, firm and guiding, pulling you subtly closer. "Come upstairs with me," he says, his voice steady as he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again. "There’s a room up there. Quieter. We can… talk more."

This is it — the next step.

You nod, letting him guide you through the crowd toward the stairs with his hand still resting on your back as you climb the steps.

The door clicks softly shut behind you, and the room instantly feels much quieter than the chaos downstairs, lit only by the soft glow coming through the open window. Sunghoon leans back against the door without saying a word, simply watching you with a playful smile on his lips.

"So," he begins softly, pushing away from the door and walking toward you, "you showed up at a hockey party dressed like that, with your eyes on the captain. You’re either really brave or really curious. Which one is it?"

"Maybe both."

Your back hits the wall before you even realize you’ve been moving backward. "Bold. I like that, I don’t waste time with girls who don’t know what they want." He towers over you, his presence intense and dominant.

You swallow hard. "I know exactly what I want tonight. Someone who won’t hold back."

He leans in closer, one hand settling on your hip, fingers pressing firmly enough for you to feel his strength. "Careful what you wish for… You look like the type who melts easily, and I think I’d really enjoy finding out."

His gaze drops to your mouth, then returns to your eyes, dark and hungry. Without another word, his lips crash against yours in a deep, overwhelming kiss right from the first second. Sunghoon doesn’t take it slow like Jake — he claims your mouth completely, his tongue sliding against yours with raw intensity while his free hand moves up to caress the back of your neck, tilting your head exactly the way he wants.

You try to match the intensity of his kiss, but it’s overwhelming — he devours every sigh and gasp that escapes you. When he finally pulls back enough for you to breathe, his eyes are darker, his lips slightly swollen. "Not bad," he murmurs, voice rough. "But you can do better, doll."

Before you can respond, he kisses you again, slower this time, pressing his body against yours so you can feel the hard line of his cock straining through his jeans. Your stomach tightens with a mix of nerves and excitement.

"Come here." He takes your hand and guides you away from the wall toward the bed. Sitting on the edge, he pulls you close until you’re straddling his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thighs, your dress riding up as you settle against him.

He pulls you into another deep kiss while one hand slides up your body and the other grips your thigh. You rock lightly in his lap, feeling him grow even harder beneath you, and he lets out a low groan into your mouth. "You’re so fucking hot. I want to see what else that pretty mouth can do." His fingers trace your jaw, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Get on your knees for me. Show me what that mouth is capable of."

Your heart stutters because his words hit you hard — part excitement, part panic. On your knees. Sucking him. You’ve never given a blowjob before.

You slide slowly off Sunghoon’s lap and drop to your knees, your hands shaking as you reach for the button of his jeans and try to pull down the zipper. Reality crashes over you: you’re on your knees for the hockey team captain, about to give him head with zero experience.

His eyes narrow the moment he notices the tremor in your hands and the hesitation in your movements. A low, cruel, mocking laugh escapes him. "Wait." He reaches down, gripping your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You’ve never done this before, have you?"

Biting your lip, you shake your head. "No… I’ve never done it."

Sunghoon’s expression doesn’t soften with pity. Instead, it sharpens with something darker — satisfaction mixed with pure control. He releases your chin and leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, looking down at you like you’re a player who needs to learn the drill.

"Good, I like honesty. So you’re going to listen carefully. I’m not in the mood for guessing games tonight. You want to learn? I’ll teach you, and you follow my instructions. Got it, dol?"

You swallow hard and nod again.

"Words," he commands, cold and firm. "Use your words when I ask you something."

"Yes," you repeat, your voice steadier this time. "I understand."

He gives a small nod of approval. "Good girl. Now unzip me."

You obey, slowly pulling the zipper down. Sunghoon lifts his hips slightly to help you tug his jeans and boxers low enough to free his cock. It springs out, hard and heavy, the tip already glistening with precum.

His hand rests on the back of your neck, not pushing, but guiding. "Look up at me when I’m talking to you. Don’t just stare at it like you’re lost. Wrap your hand around the base and feel the weight."

Your fingers are still trembling as you obey, curling them around his thick length. He feels incredibly warm and heavy in your palm, the skin smooth over steel. You give an experimental squeeze, watching his reaction.

"Yes, just like that," he praises coolly, like he’s directing a teammate on the ice. "Now stroke up and down. Keep a firm grip. That’s it— good. Don’t be shy."

You pump your hand firmly, finding a rhythm that makes Sunghoon’s breathing grow a little deeper, but he keeps complete control, his eyes locked on you the entire time. "Spit on it, get it nice and wet. Good girls make it sloppy."

You gather saliva and let it drip onto the head, using your hand to spread it all over his length. The wet sounds that follow make your face burn even hotter, but the way his cock twitches in your grip sends a shiver through you.

His fingers twist into your hair with enough force for you to feel it, then he pulls you closer to his throbbing length. "Now use your mouth. Start with the head, wrap your lips around it, no teeth. Suck gently while you swirl your tongue."

Your heart races as you wrap your lips around the tip, tasting a man’s cock for the first time — slightly salty, but surprisingly good. Your tongue moves in slow, hesitant circles, trying to find the rhythm you think will feel best for him.

"Eyes up," he orders sharply. "Look at me while you do it. That’s good, but take me deeper now. Relax your throat, don’t force it. Move your head slowly and keep stroking the part you can’t reach."

You open wider and take him deeper. It feels strange at first — the stretch of your jaw, the way he fills your mouth, the occasional gag when you go too far, causing tears to gather at the corners of your eyes.

"Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. Faster with your tongue on the underside. Use your hand in sync with your mouth."

You follow every instruction carefully, the clear commands making it easier despite your inexperience. The room fills with wet, obscene sounds as your mouth works on him — licking, sucking, and your hand sliding smoothly along his cock. Sunghoon’s thighs tense under your free hand, and his voice grows a little rougher, though still tightly controlled. "Hollow your cheeks more when you pull back. Take me deeper whenever you can, I want to feel the back of your throat."

Pushing yourself, you take him deeper until your nose brushes his stomach, triggering a light gag. You try to hold it, but end up sliding back up, gasping for air. A thick string of saliva connects his cock to your mouth, and his grip tightens in your hair, the slight sting only heightening the moment.

"Not bad for your first time. Now focus on the head again. Suck harder while you move faster. Yeah— just like that. You’re gonna make me come if you keep going."

You throw yourself into it completely, determined to get better so you can do this perfectly for Heeseung one day. Your hand and mouth work together, faster and sloppier now, until Sunghoon’s breathing turns heavier and his abs tighten visibly.

"Fuck— keep your eyes on me," he growls, his voice dropping lower. "I’m close. When I come, you swallow. Every drop. Understand, doll?"

You murmur something unintelligible around him, the vibration drawing a low groan from deep in his throat. His hand guides you with a little more firmness now as his hips begin to rock, meeting your mouth with each movement. His dominance is intoxicating — no endless questions, no overthinking, just clear and commanding direction that pushes you exactly where he wants you.

With one last deep thrust into your mouth and a low groan, he comes. Hot spurts hit the back of your throat as you swallow desperately, trying not to gag while you take everything he gives you, your hand still gently stroking him through it.

Sunghoon holds you there for a few more seconds before finally releasing your hair and letting you pull back. You release his cock with a wet pop, your lips swollen and glistening. He looks down at you with that same cool satisfaction, his thumb brushing a stray string of saliva from your chin. "Clean every inch with your tongue."

You nod and obey, licking him carefully with slow, deliberate strokes of your tongue until he’s completely clean.

"Good," he says, his voice satisfied. "Now come here."

He pulls you up from your knees and back onto his lap, guiding you into a deep kiss that’s slower and less aggressive than the one against the wall, yet still possessive. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting himself on you, letting out a soft groan against your lips.

"You did well for your first time," he praises quietly as he pulls back, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. "A little messy, but eager. I like that. You look even better with that flushed face after sucking me off, doll."

The praise sends a warm flutter through your stomach, and before you can respond, Sunghoon moves, flipping you onto your back on the bed. He hovers over you, one hand braced beside your head while the other slides up your thigh, pushing your dress higher. "You’ve never sucked a cock before… so I’m going to ask. Are you a virgin?"

You shake your head quickly. "No, I’m not."

A flash of relief crosses his face, quickly replaced by a darker, almost predatory smile. "Good. That’s actually perfect. It means I don’t have to be gentle with you." His hand glides along your inner thigh, spreading your legs apart. "I hate holding back."

Two of his long fingers press against your entrance, finding you already soaked from everything that’s happened. He pushes your panties aside and slides them inside you in one smooth motion. His fingers are noticeably longer than Jake’s, reaching places that instantly make your breath hitch.

"Fuck, you’re so tight. You sure you’re not a virgin, doll? Because you’re squeezing me like one." He starts moving right away, no slow buildup, no endless questions about how you feel, just his fingers thrusting in a steady rhythm — faster and deeper — while his thumb rubs firm circles over your clit.

You gasp, arching your back off the bed as his long fingers reach so deep that they stroke that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. "Sunghoon—" you moan, clutching his shoulders.

"Eyes on me." His free hand pins your wrists above your head while the other moves faster, scissoring his fingers to stretch you further. He watches every reaction on your face, adjusting the intensity until you’re writhing beneath him. "You’re already soaking my hand, doll. Come on, let me feel you come around my fingers."

He adds a third finger, pushing deeper and curling harder against that spot while his thumb presses firmer circles on your clit. The combination is overwhelming — fast, deep strokes that tighten the pleasure in your core until your thighs start trembling around his hand.

"I… oh God…" Your words dissolve into a moan as the orgasm crashes over you. Your walls clench hard around his fingers, pulsing with every wave, but Sunghoon doesn’t slow down, he keeps going until you’re shaking and gasping, hypersensitive and completely spent.

Only then does he pull his fingers out, bringing them to his lips for a quick taste while he looks down at you with dark satisfaction. "You taste so good, doll."

Without wasting another second, he shoves the rest of his pants and boxers down and climbs fully on top of you. "Arms up." You lift them without hesitation and he pulls your dress off, tossing it aside somewhere in the room. Your bra follows immediately, exposing your breasts to the cool air. In the same motion, he squeezes one firmly, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens, then leans down to suck it, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.

"These are perfect," he murmurs against your skin before moving to the other. His free hand yanks your panties down your legs in one swift pull, leaving you completely naked beneath him. Sunghoon sits back for a moment, his eyes slowly roaming over your bare body with cool appreciation. "Perfect. You’re perfect, doll."

He positions himself between your spread thighs, one hand gripping your hip while the other guides his cock to your entrance. Only then do you realize there’s no condom. This is going to be the first time you feel someone raw. "Wait, Sunghoon…"

"I’m clean," he says dryly, reading your hesitation perfectly. "We’re good." He doesn’t say anything else, simply pushing forward and sinking the thick head of his cock into you with one precise thrust.

With no latex barrier, you feel every inch of him — hot, hard, and completely bare. The stretch is more intense than it was with Jake, deeper and fuller in a way that makes your walls flutter and clench tightly around him. A low moan escapes you as he sinks even deeper, filling you completely until his hips press flush against yours.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Sunghoon groans, closing his eyes for a brief second before locking his gaze on your face again. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust, starting to move with long, deep strokes that brush every sensitive spot inside you while he watches your every reaction, every gasp, fucking you with firm control.

You grab onto his arms, your nails digging crescent moons into his skin. "Sunghoon… it’s so deep like this." Every thrust knocks the air out of your lungs.

He kisses you hard again, swallowing your moans as his hips snap forward faster, growing more intense. The pleasure feels stronger than your first time because there’s nothing between you, but after a few minutes, Sunghoon suddenly pulls out, leaving you empty and whimpering.

"On your knees. Face down, ass up," he orders. "I need to go deeper. I want to watch this ass bounce while I fuck you stupid."

You get on all fours, feeling incredibly exposed with your ass up and back arched. The vulnerability of this new position you’ve never tried before sends a fresh wave of nerves through you. Sunghoon kneels behind you, his hands spreading your cheeks slightly as he lines himself up again.

He thrusts into you hard, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The new angle lets him go incredibly deeper, the head of his cock pressing against spots you didn’t even know existed. You cry out, fingers clutching the sheets tightly. "Oh my God, it’s so much deeper like this."

Sunghoon groans in satisfaction. "That’s exactly what I wanted." His hands grip your hips firmly as he starts fucking you with more intensity. His thrusts are relentless, hips snapping forward with a force that makes your entire body shake.

One hand slides up your back and fists in your hair, pulling your head back sharply and arching you even more. "Fuck, look at you taking it so well like this."

His other hand comes down hard on your ass, a firm slap that makes the flesh jiggle and sting deliciously, drawing a loud moan from you. He spanks the other cheek, then again, alternating while he keeps pounding into you.

Without a condom, you feel every vein, every ridge, the way his cock stretches and fills you completely with every powerful thrust. "This ass looks even better when it’s moving for me," he says, landing another harder slap. Your arms tremble, barely able to hold you up as the pleasure builds hotter and tighter in your core. "You’re clenching so fucking hard. You like it rough like this, don’t you?"

"Yes," you moan, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. "Harder, please."

He obeys without hesitation, fucking you with punishing force that makes the bed creak beneath you and his balls slap against you with every deep stroke. "Touch yourself, rub your clit while I fuck you."

You slide a hand between your legs, circling your swollen clit. Another sharp slap lands on your ass, the sting spreading hot across your skin and making you clench hard around him. "Fuck, do that again, doll." He delivers one more firm spank, then squeezes the reddened flesh possessively. "You’re dripping all over my cock, soaking the sheets like a good girl."

His words, combined with the relentless rhythm, the sharp tugs on your hair, the stinging slaps, and the overwhelming depth of this position, push you straight over the edge. Your orgasm hits hard, your walls pulsing and contracting tightly around his bare cock as waves of pleasure crash through you. You moan loudly into the mattress, your whole body shaking.

Sunghoon doesn’t slow down at all — he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, chasing his own. "I’m gonna come," he growls. After a few more deep, powerful thrusts, he buries himself to the hilt and groans as he fills you with hot pulses of cum, spilling deep inside you for the first time. The sensation is new and overwhelming — warm, wet, and so intimately raw that it makes your mind spin.

Sunghoon collapses beside you on the bed and pulls you against his chest, lazily stroking your back. "You should come to our parties more often. Those basketball idiots don’t deserve someone like you at their parties."

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Not everything is about the plan. After all, you are still in college — assignments pile up and deadlines approach without caring about your personal obsessions. When the professor pairs you with Jay for the next project, you don’t think much of it, you just need to finish the work as quickly as possible so you can get back to your plan.

The second-floor library was strangely quiet that night. Most students have already left, and the few who remain are buried in their books. You and Jay sit at a secluded table in a corner, surrounded by tall bookshelves that give you a sense of privacy.

Jay sits across from you, looking effortlessly attractive in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his veiny forearms. You’ve been discussing the project for nearly an hour, but the conversation slowly drifts away from the assignment and becomes more personal.

"You always seem so put-together," you say with a small smile. "Even during finals week. How do you do it?"

Jay chuckles softly, leaning back in his chair. "Coffee. A lot of coffee… You’ve been glowing lately. There’s a new confidence in class. It looks good on you."

Your cheeks flush slightly. "Thank you. I’ve been pushing myself out of my comfort zone lately."

"I noticed and it’s honestly really attractive." The compliment is light, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch. Jay’s voice drops lower as he continues. "You know, it’s easy to talk to you… and easy to look at, too."

You laugh, quickly glancing around to make sure no one is nearby. "You’re not bad yourself. Always so polite and charming... It’s kind of dangerous."

His smile widens, and then he reaches across the table, lightly brushing his fingers against yours. The touch is gentle but sends a spark through you, making the library feel even quieter now, like the rest of the world has disappeared and only the two of you remain behind the shelves.

Before you can overthink it, Jay leans forward over the table. "Come here."

You meet him halfway, and the kiss starts soft and sweet at first — a gentle brush of lips that quickly deepens as he tilts his head. Jay kisses with care and skill, one hand gently cupping your cheek while the other rests on the table for balance. It feels good, warm, and surprisingly right.

When he finally pulls back, breathing a little faster, he whispers. "No one’s around… Come sit with me."

He gently pulls you around the table and onto his lap. Your legs part over his thighs, the skirt riding up as he settles you against him and wraps one arm securely around your waist.

"Jay," a nervous laugh escapes you as you glance at the shelves surrounding you. "We’re in the library… Someone could walk by any second."

"It’s okay," his hand traces slow circles on your lower back while the other rests on your thigh. "Look around, it’s almost empty, and the shelves block most of the view." He leans in and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw. "We’ll be quiet. I just want to be close to you for a little while… if you’re okay with it."

Sitting on his lap like this in a public place feels incredibly bold, but Jay’s gentle confidence makes your hesitation melt away. "It’s okay," he whispers, kissing you again, slower this time. "Just relax. It’s just us right now."

You kiss him back, and it doesn’t take long for your hips to start moving almost on their own, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. The friction feels good even through your clothes — a slow, delicious rhythm that builds heat between your legs. Jay lets out a low hum of approval against your mouth, his hand squeezing your thigh encouragingly.

"That’s good… really good." His hips continue moving in deliberate circles, letting you feel him hardening beneath you — the thick outline pressing right against your core.

The kiss deepens as he traces your lower lip with his tongue, seeking entrance, and you open for him. "Yeah… keep doing that." One of his hands slides up to your cheek, tenderly stroking it with his thumb, while the other guides your hips, helping you find a rhythm that feels even better. "You’re driving me crazy doing this… it feels so good."

Jay pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again, his gaze is dark with desire but still incredibly gentle. "Do you want to do this here?" he asks, thumb caressing your hip. "We don’t have to… but if you’re comfortable, I need you right now."

You quickly glance around — there’s still no one nearby. "Yes." The certainty in your voice surprises even you. "I want to."

He pulls you into another kiss, deep and reassuring, before reaching between your bodies to push his pants and underwear down just enough to free himself. His cock springs out — long and incredibly thick, the head flushed red and already glistening. It’s bigger than you expected, heavy, with prominent veins.

Your eyes widen in surprise and nervousness. "Jay… you’re really big. I don’t know if I can take all of that."

He cups your face with both hands, noticing your nerves. "Hey… look at me. We don’t have to rush anything, and if it’s too much, we stop, I promise." A soft, caring expression takes over as thumbs gently stroke your cheeks. "We’ll go really slow… I’ll make sure it feels good for you."

You nod, biting your lower lip. "Okay. I trust you."

One hand stays on your waist while the other guides his thick cock, rubbing the head against your soaked panties, teasing your entrance through the fabric. "Move your panties to the side for me."

With trembling hands, you hook your fingers under the fabric and pull it aside. The cool air hits your wet folds, making you shiver. Jay helps by tugging your skirt up until it’s bunched around your waist. Only then does he position himself at your entrance — the blunt head of his cock brushing against your slick pussy. "When you’re ready."

You take a deep breath and start sinking down, the stretch is immediate and intense — almost too much. His thickness slowly pushes your walls apart as you lower yourself, inch by inch. A soft moan escapes your lips from the burning sensation and the way he fills you so completely. It’s deeper than anything you’ve felt before, his huge size presses against every sensitive spot inside you.

Jay groans, tilting his head back for a moment. "Fuck… you’re so tight. Take it slow, angel. You’re doing so well."

You pause halfway, breathing deeply to ease the burning feeling. It’s almost uncomfortable, but the raw heat of him, bare and deep, sends sparks of pleasure through the stretch. Determined, you continue lowering yourself until you’re fully seated on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside you, your walls fluttering as they try to adjust to his enormous length.

For a few seconds, you stay still, adjusting to the feeling of his cock pulsing deep inside you. Jay’s arms wrap around you, holding you close as his lips brush your temple. "You’re perfect, angel. Taking me so well... Tell me when you want to move."

You start experimenting, at first moving simply — rising and sinking as you’ve seen in porn videos. The motion drags him along your walls, creating delicious friction, but it feels a little awkward. It feels good for him, his groans make that clear, but it isn’t quite hitting the right spots for you.

"This is incredible," he says honestly. "But I want you to feel good too. You don’t have to just go up and down. Grind on me… roll your hips in circles, and when you bounce, use your whole body. Let me guide you, angel."

He gently guides you with his hands on your hips, and you follow, shifting from simple up and down movements to a smooth, rolling grind. The change is instant — his thick cock now rubs perfectly against your front wall, pressing hard into that sensitive spot with every circle of your hips, making a sharp moan escape you. "Yes, just like that. Feel how deep I am when you roll your hips? Now try bouncing while you do that."

You combine the movements — lifting and dropping while rolling your hips on the way down. Each bounce takes him incredibly deep, his cockhead dragging against places that make your toes curl. The stretch remains intense because he’s almost too big, creating a delicious burn.

Jay groans louder, and one hand slides up to cradle the back of your neck as he kisses you again. "Yes… fuck, you’re riding me so well. Look at you, angel." His other hand stays on your hip, guiding you to bounce harder.

The praise makes you bolder. You brace your hands on his shoulders for balance and start bouncing faster, moving up and down while grinding. Jay is so big that you can feel his cock reaching deep into your stomach, creating a profound pressure that makes your head spin.

Your newfound confidence makes him throb inside you as Jay starts thrusting up to meet you, the added force sending waves of pleasure through your core. "Deeper… like this," you moan.

Jay’s hands roam all over your body — squeezing your ass, caressing your breasts over your shirt, pulling you down for more kisses. He doesn’t take full control, letting you lead while offering guidance and praise. "That’s it… move just like that. You’re getting so wet for me. You look so beautiful riding my cock."

The pleasure builds quickly, a deep, spreading heat that consumes your entire body. You lean forward, changing the angle, and cry out when you hit an even more sensitive spot. Jay groans, holding you tighter. "Right there? Good girl. Keep going, take what you need."

You moan loudly, burying your face in his neck as the orgasm crashes through you violently. Your walls clench uncontrollably around his cock, pulsing and milking him while you keep bouncing, pushing him over the edge right after. He groans, thrusting his hips up against you as he cums deep inside, filling you with hot, thick pulses of cum.

Once you both come down, Jay lifts your chin and kisses you again, his tongue moves lazily against yours, savoring the moment. You kiss him back, feeling his cock still twitching softly inside you.

"You were incredible, angel," he whispers between kisses, smiling against your lips. "So beautiful riding me like that."

Jay’s hands run gently down your back, his gaze dropping to your chest. "Can I see more of you?"

You nod, and he doesn’t waste a single second, pulls your blouse up just enough to free your breasts. The cool air of the library makes your nipples harden instantly. "Perfect,” you sigh softly as he takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

He sucks harder, then grazes his teeth over the sensitive bud with a careful bite that makes you moan and clench around his cock, which is still buried deep inside you. Switching to the other breast, he gives it the same attention — kissing, licking, sucking, and biting. You roll your hips slowly in his lap, savoring the way his cock twitches inside you every time he sucks harder.

"You’re so sensitive here," he murmurs against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses between your breasts. "I could spend hours doing this."

You let out a soft, needy sound, holding his head closer to your chest as he continues marking you with his mouth — sucking hard enough to leave hickeys that will remind you of this moment later. He’s getting hard again inside you, growing thicker and longer, pressing against your sensitive walls.

"Fuck, you’re making me hard again. The way you squeeze around me while I suck on these… you’re driving me crazy." Suddenly, Jay’s arms tighten around you and, in one swift movement, he stands up.

"Jay—!" you gasp, clutching his shoulders.

"I’ve got you," he says carefully, sitting you on the edge of the table with his cock still buried deep inside you. "I need to move for a bit. Okay, angel? Tell me if it’s too much."

Before you can respond, he starts fucking you at his own pace — deep, powerful thrusts that make your body shake on the table. The angle is perfect, making his thick cock drags along every inch of your walls with each stroke.

You try to stay quiet, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and moans far too loud for the silent library keep escaping. "Ah— Jay!"

He quickly covers your mouth with his hand while continuing to thrust firmly. "Shh, angel." His hips snap forward a little harder, testing your silence. "You have to stay quiet… someone might hear."

Even with his palm muffling your sounds, the deep thrusts still pull muffled but audible moans from you. Jay glances around nervously, unsure what to do because stopping isn’t an option, so he makes a quick decision. He pulls his cock out, reaches for your panties, which was pulled to the side this whole time, tugs the wet fabric free and then he pushes it between your lips.

"I’m sorry," he whispers immediately as he slides back inside you with a deep thrust. "I hate doing this… but I don’t want us to get caught, okay?"

You nod slightly, eyes watering from the intensity, but the gag works — your next moan comes out completely muffled. "You’re being so good for me, so wet and tight." Jay returns to your breasts, sucking on one nipple while he continues fucking you senseless.

His pace quickens, hips snapping harder against yours as he tries to keep control. The risk of getting caught and the feeling of you around him push him closer to the edge. "Cum for me. I’m close too… let go, angel."

You scream into the gag, your body shaking in his arms as you cum hard, and the sensation of your walls pulsing around him sends Jay over the edge right after. He buries himself as deep as possible and cums inside you with hot, intense pulses.

Still buried inside you, he strokes your hair and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You were incredible… so responsive and beautiful."

A shy smile tugs at your lips. "You were incredible too."

He runs his thumb across your flushed cheek. "I’d love to do this again someday… if you want. Maybe somewhere more private next time, so I can take my time with you."

Biting your lower lip, you nod. "I’d like that. A lot, actually."

That night, back in your dorm, you realize something: during those hours with Jay, you didn’t think about Heeseung even once because you were completely lost in the moment — in his gentle touches, his warm voice, and the way he made you feel so good.

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The basketball team has just won a home game. The crowd is still roaring and the players are celebrating in the middle of the court. Sitting in the stands, you spot Ni-ki — Heeseung’s close friend and teammate. He’s younger than the others but carries himself with an easy, playful confidence.

When the court finally quiets down and the players start heading toward the locker rooms, you walk calmly through the internal hallways of the building, following the path that leads to the locker room area. To avoid being seen by Heeseung, you hide behind a pillar. From there, you have a perfect view of anyone leaving the locker room, while people passing through the hallway are unlikely to notice you.

A few minutes pass before the door opens. A group of players steps out, talking loudly, and Heeseung is right in the middle of them. You press yourself tighter against the pillar, holding your breath as he walks by, laughing at some joke.

More athletes leave after that until the hallway falls completely silent. Knowing most people have already gone and the risk of seeing Heeseung has passed, you finally step out of your hiding spot and walk to a brighter, more visible part of the corridor, right near the door.

When Ni-ki comes out, his eyes land on you almost immediately. He slows his steps, tilting his head with clear interest and a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "No way. You actually waited? Most girls chase after the captain." He stops right in front of you, looking you up and down without even trying to hide it. "Damn, you look dangerous."

You feel a flutter in your stomach but smile back at him. "I thought the guy who kept stealing the ball and grinning like he owned the court deserved some attention tonight."

Ni-ki laughs, running a hand through his damp hair. "You’re bold, huh? I like that." He steps a little closer, his eyes sparkling with playful curiosity. "So what’s your deal? Are you a basketball fan or did you just come here to make my day way more interesting?"

There’s a seductive tease in his voice — arrogant but fun. He clearly likes what he sees and isn’t shy about showing it. "Because if you’re here for me, you should probably tell me your name before I start calling you ‘mine’ in front of the whole team."

If you play this right, he might casually mention you to the team later, and Heeseung would hear your name and maybe get curious. But if you mess up and come across as too eager or awkward, Ni-ki could joke about it in the locker room and ruin everything before you even get close. Still, you trust yourself. "It’s y/n."

"y/n," he repeats, like he’s savoring the sound. "Nice. It suits you. So, y/n… do you always wait outside the locker rooms after games looking this good, or did I just get lucky today?"

"Only when the player on the court is showing off like he’s trying to impress someone."

Ni-ki moves even closer. "Ah, so you were really watching me? Careful, I might get too cocky." He tilts his head, his eyes tracing your face before dropping to your lips. "Or maybe that’s exactly what you want. To make me arrogant enough to do something about the pretty girl who showed up just for me."

His gaze continues sliding down from your lips, appreciating the way your top hugs your body. Suddenly, Ni-ki glances around, checking if anyone is nearby. The hallway is empty. Without warning, he grabs your hand with a grin. "Come with me for a second."

He pulls you into the locker room, but not near the entrance. He keeps guiding you deeper inside, past a small entryway and around the corner of the main area, where he presses your body against the wall. The tension that has been building finally snaps. Cupping your face with one hand, he kisses you with raw hunger — his lips moving against yours with confidence as his tongue teases yours, deepening the kiss almost instantly.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, a cocky little smirk on his face. "Fuck… you taste even better than I imagined."

He presses you harder against the wall and slides one thigh between your legs, creating just enough pressure to make you gasp into his mouth. "You’re so fucking addictive." His hands slip under your top, warm palms gliding over your skin and sending shivers through you.

Suddenly, Ni-ki drops to his knees in front of you, looking up with an even more mischievous smile. "I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you waiting outside." His hands move quickly, unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them down along with your panties. He lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder, opening you up to him.

Ni-ki presses his mouth against your pussy like he’s starving for it — voracious and rough. His tongue licks long, wet stripes from your entrance up to your clit before swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh my God — Ni-ki…" you moan, one hand flying to his messy hair.

He moans against you, the vibration shooting pleasure straight up your spine. "You taste so good." His tongue dives inside you, licking and savoring every inch like he can’t get enough. Messy and eager, his lips suck on your folds before focusing back on your clit with small, hungry sucks and licks.

He eats you out like he wants to memorize every taste, every reaction — switching between long, slow licks that make your toes curl and faster movements that force you to bite your lip to stay quiet.

"Ni-ki… that feels so good." He looks up at you while his mouth works, eyes gleaming with satisfaction and desire, clearly loving the way you’re falling apart for him.

Ni-ki murmurs in response and doubles his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth while his tongue moves fast. "Ni-ki… fuck, right there," you gasp, fingers tightening almost painfully in his hair as your hips start grinding against his face.

He slides two fingers inside you while his tongue keeps working your clit, curling them instantly against that perfect spot.

Your breathing turns ragged, your thighs trembling uncontrollably around his head. "I… I’m gonna—" you try to warn him, voice breaking, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he sucks harder on your clit and pumps his fingers faster.

Your whole body locks up for a second before a violent tremor runs through you. Your pussy clenches hard around his fingers as your clit pulses wildly against his tongue.

Ni-ki groans proudly against you, licking you through every wave, addicted to the way you fall apart. He keeps going until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and shaking. Only then does he finally pull back, lips glossy and swollen. "Shit, you come so beautifully."

He rises to his feet with a satisfied smirk and pulls you into another kiss so you can taste yourself on his tongue, his hands grip your waist, pressing your body against his. "You’re so sweet. I could eat you every day, all day long."

You open your mouth to respond, but the metallic click of the main door handle cuts through the air.

You both freeze and footsteps echo on the tiled floor, accompanied by a familiar voice humming something.

It’s Jungwon — another teammate, the point guard.

"Shit." Ni-ki quickly grabs your hand and pulls you toward the shower area with its open stalls and curtains. Yanking one curtain aside, he guides you inside, and presses your back against the cold tiled wall.

The footsteps grow louder, closer. "Hey, is anyone still in here?" Jungwon’s voice sounds casual, like he heard something and decided to check.

Ni-ki presses a finger to your lips, leaning in so close that his warm breath brushes your ear. "Don’t make a sound," he whispers, almost inaudible.

Your heart pounds hard against your ribs, but Ni-ki doesn’t seem bothered at all. In fact, the risk seems to excite him even more. Jungwon’s footsteps get closer, and right at that exact moment, Ni-ki pushes two fingers inside you without any warning. Your eyes widen and a sharp gasp almost escapes before you bite down hard on your lip.

He curls his fingers instantly, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside you with ease, a small mischievous smirk on his face as he watches your reaction. He pumps them slowly at first, then faster, while his thumb presses firmly against your swollen clit.

Trembling violently, you bury your face in his neck, desperately trying to muffle the moans threatening to spill out. "Shhh," Ni-ki whispers right against your ear, but his fingers don’t stop — deep, curling thrusts that make your knees buckle. "You’re squeezing me so tight. Does almost getting caught turn you on?"

You nod frantically and bite down on his shoulder through his shirt to stay quiet as Jungwon moves just a few meters away. Ni-ki’s thumb presses harder on your clit while his fingers thrust faster, making your thighs shake and your walls flutter uncontrollably around him as you fight to stay silent. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes from the effort.

Jungwon’s voice echoes again, closer this time. "I heard noises coming from here. Who the hell is in here?"

Noticing Jungwon getting closer, Ni-ki curls his fingers harder, rubbing your sweet spot relentlessly while his thumb works your clit in fast, precise circles. You dig your nails into his back, letting out a silent scream against his neck as pleasure peaks. Your pussy clenches violently around his fingers, dripping as waves of spasms run through you.

Finally, Jungwon’s footsteps retreat. The door opens and closes again. The second it does, Ni-ki pulls his fingers out and kisses you hard, swallowing the broken moan that finally escapes you.

Without breaking the kiss, he tugs down his basketball shorts and boxers in one quick motion, freeing his hard, thick, flushed cock. It’s already leaking at the tip from how turned on he is after eating you out and fingering you.

You reach for him without thinking — and without really knowing what you’re doing — wrapping your hand around his length and stroking slowly at first. You feel the heat and the way he pulses hot against your palm as your thumb brushes over the head, spreading the precum. "You’re so hard… I can feel how much you want this."

"Yeah? Then let me have you." He quickly helps you pull your jeans and panties all the way down your legs, kicking them aside before pressing you against the cold tiled wall of the shower stall. One hand grips your thigh as he lines himself up and with one smooth thrust, he pushes inside, burying his cock deep into your still-sensitive pussy. The stretch makes you gasp at the sudden, overwhelming fullness after everything that’s already happened.

He fucks you against the wall with firm, deep thrusts, his hips snapping forward while he holds you in place. "Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good," he groans, burying his face in your neck as he drives into you harder, each movement pressing you against the tiles. "So wet and tight."

"Ni-ki… you’re so deep," your voice trembles with pleasure as he hits that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. "Don’t stop… it feels so good."

He keeps going like that for a while, fucking you firmly against the wall with his hands gripping your ass. But soon the position isn’t enough for him, with a low grunt, he suddenly lifts you as if you weigh nothing, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. The new angle lets him sink even deeper, and you let out a muffled cry as he starts bouncing you on his cock, thrusting up with hungry movements that make your breasts bounce inside your top.

"Yes, like that… it feels so good," you moan while he fucks you in the air, your back pressed against the wall for leverage as he holds you like you’re weightless. The sensation is intense, every thrust hits so deep it makes your head spin and your toes curl.

"Open your mouth." He brings two fingers to your lips. "Suck them for me. I want to feel that pretty mouth while I fuck you."

You part your lips obediently and take his fingers into your mouth, sucking them eagerly while he keeps thrusting into you. His cock twitches at the feeling of your warm mouth around his fingers, the taste of you still lingers on them from earlier, making you moan around them.

"That’s it," he says, eyes locked on your face as he watches you suck his fingers while bouncing you on his cock. "You look so fucking hot like this. Keep sucking just like that."

You do exactly that, swirling your tongue and sucking harder as he drives deep inside you, clearly losing himself in how good it feels.

You pull off his fingers with a wet pop and gasp, "Ni-ki… I’m so close again. I’m gonna come."

With a mischievous smirk, he pushes his fingers back into your mouth, moving them in time with his cock as he fucks you harder against the wall. "Then come for me again. I want to feel you squeezing my cock while you suck my fingers."

The dirty words combined with his relentless pace finally push you over the edge. You moan loudly around his fingers as your legs tighten around his waist. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through you, making your entire body shake in his arms.

Ni-ki groans at the feeling of you coming and his thrusts turn erratic. He buries himself as deep as possible and comes hard inside you, pulsing with hot spurts while holding you firmly against the wall.

After a moment, he finally lowers you gently until your feet touch the floor again, but he doesn’t pull out immediately, he stays nestled inside your heat, kissing you slowly and almost lazily, like he isn’t ready to end the moment yet. "Fuck… that was incredible. And honestly? That was the best post-game sex I’ve ever had. No joke. I’m gonna be thinking about this pussy for days."

You let out a soft giggle, cheeks burning. "Really? I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly after this."

Surprisingly gentle, he laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek before finally pulling out slowly. Both of you hiss at the loss. "That’s actually great. Means you’ll be thinking about me too. When can we do this again? After the next game, or maybe after every practice?"

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​The basketball team had crushed their biggest rival that night, and the victory party at the massive off-campus house is going to be loud, chaotic, and packed with people. This is the moment you’ve been carefully preparing for with every practice session and every new experience. Tonight is the night.

You choose a bold black dress that clings to your body like a second skin, short enough to show off your legs and thighs, with a neckline that reveals just enough to be daring. Your hair is styled exactly the way you like it, and your makeup is flawless, enhancing your features in a way that makes you feel powerful. When you look in the mirror, you look like someone who belongs in Heeseung’s world.

When you arrive at the party, the music is already pulsing through the walls, bodies are moving everywhere, and the air smells like alcohol and sweat. Your eyes scan the room until they find him.

Heeseung is sitting on the large couch in the main room like he owns the place — which he basically does. Two girls are practically draped over him. One is half in his lap, her hand resting possessively on his chest, while he has one arm casually around the other girl, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her shoulder as he talks to his teammates.

Spotting Ni-ki nearby, chatting with some of the other players, you walk toward him with confident steps because you aren’t going straight to Heeseung. No — you’re going to make him come to you. Ni-ki’s eyes light up with immediate recognition and interest.

"I can’t believe you’re here," he says with a grin as he pulls you into a side hug that lasts a second longer than necessary. "You look dangerous tonight. Come here, I want you to meet some of the guys."

You laugh softly and stay close to him, letting him introduce you to some of his teammates, including Jungwon. Your cheeks heat up as you remember that moment in the locker room, and when you glance to the side, Heeseung is watching — the girls are still around him, but his eyes are locked on you, following every move you make.

Ni-ki leans in and whispers in your ear, "You know, I still can’t stop thinking about that day in the locker room. Jungwon almost catching us… My fingers buried so deep inside you while you tried so hard not to moan. I’ve been replaying that shit all week."

Your face flushes instantly and the memory makes your thighs press together in a rush of heat. "Ni-ki…" you whisper back, half embarrassed and half turned on, "you can’t just say that here."

You’re too focused on Ni-ki to notice Heeseung pushing the girl off his lap, standing up, and walking over with his usual confidence. He stops right in front of you, his gaze shifting between you and Ni-ki, who is still grinning widely.

"What’s so funny over here?" Heeseung asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "You two look like you’re sharing secrets."

You freeze for a second before answering quickly, a little too fast. "Nothing."

"Nothing? Come on. Nothing stays hidden from the captain, especially when my teammate is standing here grinning like an idiot and you’re looking all flustered." He steps closer, his full attention now on you. "Gonna tell me what got you so worked up, pretty?"

Ni-ki’s playful smile fades, replaced by something closer to jealousy as he watches the captain focus entirely on you. "We're just messing around. It's fun talking to y/n, that's all."

Heeseung looks you up and down slowly, taking in the way the dress hugs every curve of your body. "Want a drink? I can’t have you standing here empty-handed."

"Yeah… I’d like that."

Ni-ki’s jaw tightens as he glances between the two of you, clearly not happy about being sidelined, but he knows better than to push it with Heeseung. "Catch you later, y/n," he says, giving you one last look filled with a mix of jealousy and desire before disappearing into the crowd.

Now it’s just you and Heeseung.

He guides you toward the kitchen, his hand lightly brushing your lower back. “So… y/n,” he says, savoring your name like he’s testing how it feels on his tongue. "You show up at my party looking like sin, talking to my boy while wearing this little dress that makes everyone wonder what you’re hiding underneath." A mischievous smile curves his lips as his eyes flick to your mouth for a moment. "You gonna let me find out, or are you just here to tease?"

You feel yourself getting wet just from the way he’s looking at you — that hungry stare and confident tone making your panties stick to you. "Talking about what I’m hiding under this dress already? We just got to the kitchen… but yeah, I might let you discover it." Your voice comes out bold because you refuse to sound nervous now, after waiting so long for this moment.

Deep down, all you can think about is how badly you want him to stop talking and just fuck you senseless.

Heeseung’s smile deepens, a flash of satisfaction crossing his face. He glances around to make sure no one is paying too much attention, then leans in even closer, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks. "There’s an empty room upstairs. Third door on the left, go up in a few minutes. I’ll follow right after so no one notices."

He pulls back, sliding his hand slowly along your waist before disappearing into the crowd. You wait a few minutes, taking a sip of your drink to calm your nerves, but it barely helps — the ache between your legs only grows with every passing second. After exactly five minutes, you head up the stairs and find the third door already slightly ajar. You step inside with shaky, anticipatory breaths.

Moments later, Heeseung appears. He closes the door firmly behind him and locks it.

The second the lock clicks, he’s on you.

There’s nothing gentle about the way his mouth crashes against yours in a hungry, intense kiss. He bites your lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth, then does it again harder just to hear you whimper.

His hands slide down to grip your ass firmly under the dress, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls you flush against him, letting you feel the hard outline of his cock through his pants.

"Fuck, this ass feels even better than it looks in that dress," he growls against your mouth, squeezing harder and spreading your cheeks. The kiss deepens, his tongue dominating yours while he continues kneading and groping your ass like he can’t get enough.

Heeseung’s mischievous smirk returns when he hears you moan into the kiss. He doesn’t break it as he walks you backward toward the bed. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, he pushes you down and climbs on top of you.

A string of saliva connects his lips to yours when he pulls back to strip your dress off in one quick motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in every inch of your body.

"Look at you… such a pretty little slut, all dressed up for who? For me?" His hands make quick work of unclasping your bra and tossing it aside before he drags your panties down your legs and throws them away too, leaving you completely naked and exposed for him.

With a firm hand, Heeseung spreads your legs wide, getting a perfect view of your glistening, dripping pussy. "Already so wet for me, but it’s not enough." Suddenly he leans down and spits directly on your pussy, the warm string of saliva hitting your clit and dripping down your folds. The sight makes his rock-hard cock twitch inside his pants so he does it again, spitting a second time, then spreads it with two fingers, rubbing the wetness all over. "Gonna get this pussy nice and sloppy for me."

You moan loudly at the filthy feeling of his saliva sliding through your folds — hips jerk while your pussy clenches around nothing.

Heeseung drags his tongue slowly up your pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long, deliberate stroke that makes you gasp. When you do, he laughs against you — the vibration sending shivers through your entire body.

"You taste so fucking good," he says before diving back in. He eats you out messily, his tongue swirling around your clit before dipping down to push inside you, savoring every drop of your arousal mixed with his spit.

Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly as the overwhelming sensation hits you. "Heeseung, that feels incredible…"

He keeps going, licking deeper inside you while his nose brushes against your clit, but suddenly he pulls back, looking up at you with a devilish smirk. Without warning, he brings his hand down in a sharp, wet slap against your soaked pussy, the sting mixed with pleasure makes you cry out loudly. "Holy fuck, Heeseung."

"You like that too?" He slaps your pussy again, harder this time, hitting your folds and swollen clit. "Such a dirty girl, getting even wetter when I slap this pretty pussy."

"Yes— God, yes," you moan, thighs trembling. "It burns, but it feels so good at the same time."

That encourages him to give you another slap and right after, he buries his face between your legs again, sucking hard on your clit while two thick fingers push inside you. He fingers you mercilessly, curling them to hit that sweet spot over and over as his tongue works your clit. "Fuck, you’re so tight. Taking my fingers like a good little slut for me."

He spits on your clit again, spreading the saliva with his tongue before adding a third finger, stretching you deliciously while pumping them faster and harder. All you can do is moan, your thighs shaking violently around his head. "Heeseung, I’m getting close… please don’t stop."

He obeys, alternating between long licks, hard sucks on your clit, deep thrusts of his fingers, and firm slaps that make your pussy burn and throb. "I’m gonna come," you moan, arching your back off the bed.

"Then come for me." Your entire body tenses, your walls clenching hard around his fingers as spasms rip through you. You come hard with a loud cry, thighs trembling violently around his head. But Heeseung doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and fingering you through every pulse, drawing out your pleasure until you’re oversensitive and whimpering.

When he finally pulls back with glossy lips and chin, he kisses you again so you can taste yourself on his tongue. "Get on your knees for me," he commands against your lips. "I want that pretty mouth around my cock."

It’s time to put into practice what Sunghoon taught you about sucking dick.

With a confident little smile, you gently push him so he lies on his back. Once he does, you position yourself between his legs and reach for his belt, slowly unbuckling it. He lifts his hips to help as you pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock. It springs up thick, hard, and leaking precum, making your mouth water at the sight.

You wrap one hand around the base of his cock, lean in, and press a soft kiss to the tip before dragging your tongue slowly along the underside, drawing a shaky breath from Heeseung. "That’s it… suck me like a good girl."

Feeling confident, you take him into your mouth and slowly suck on the head, swirling your tongue around it while savoring the precum there. Then you take him deeper, bobbing your head as your hand strokes what doesn’t fit, your movements growing smoother as you find the right rhythm. "Fuck… your mouth feels so good."

His praise encourages you to take him even deeper until the head brushes the back of your throat, making you gag. A wet choking sound escapes as your eyes water, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you stay there for a moment, breathing through your nose the way Sunghoon taught you, before sliding back up and sinking down again.

Heeseung grabs your hair and tightens his grip as a needy groan escapes his throat. "Shit, that’s… ahh—"

You keep going, moving your head faster and sucking harder while your hand twists around the base, making his thighs tense and another desperate moan slip out.

It’s hard to believe that Heeseung, the guy everyone on campus talks about, the one with a reputation for being experienced and dominant, is moaning and whimpering under your mouth. It’s unexpected, but not in a bad way, especially because your pussy clenches around nothing every time he makes those sounds.

You pull back a little, sucking on the head while stroking him faster with your hand, which draws another broken moan from him. "Yes— fuck, yes, baby."

Wanting to pull even more reactions from him, you take him deep into your mouth again, gagging softly around his length as your head moves faster. Saliva drips down his entire shaft and onto your hand, making everything slick and messy.

Heeseung’s moans grow louder, breathier, and more frequent. "Fuck, I… I’m gonna come. Please don’t stop… I’m so close, baby."

You moan around him and suck harder until his thighs start to tremble. "Fuck… fuck—!" His voice cracks as the orgasm finally hits him.

His cock pulses hot and hard on your tongue, releasing thick jets of cum into your mouth. You try to swallow as much as you can, continuing to suck him through every last spasm and moan.

When you finally pull off his cock with a wet pop, Heeseung moves fast. He flips you onto your back and hovers over you — the whimpering guy from moments ago is gone. Now his eyes are filled with raw hunger.

"I’m not done with you yet." With a firm hand, he spreads your thighs, exposing your dripping pussy, begging to be fucked. "Now I’m going to fuck you properly."

You blink at him, confused and surprised by the sudden shift because seconds ago he was moaning and almost begging under your mouth, and now he’s trying to act like the dominant guy everyone talks about.

He lines up the head of his cock at your entrance, rubbing it up and down your wet folds, coating himself with your arousal. Without warning, he thrusts into you hard in one brutal stroke, stretching you around his thick length.

The sudden fullness makes you cry out loudly, your back arching off the bed. "Oh my God — Heeseung!" The stretch feels so good, especially while you’re still sensitive from coming earlier.

He fucks you hard and deep from the very first thrust, his hips slamming against yours with relentless strokes that make the bed creak beneath you. "Fuck, this pussy is so wet and greedy," he groans, leaning down to capture your lips in a messy kiss while one of his hands wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. He holds it for a few seconds before loosening his grip, letting you gasp for air. "Look at you, sucking my cock like a good little slut. You love being used like this, don’t you?"

"Yes, fuck, yes," you moan, your voice breaking under the pressure of his hand. "You’re so deep inside me. It feels so good, Heeseung."

He chokes you again, a little harder this time, and the mix of pleasure and lack of air makes your head spin deliciously.

Heeseung pushes your legs back toward your chest, folding you in half so he can fuck you even deeper. The new angle makes his cock hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, causing your eyes to roll back.

When he finally releases your throat, you gasp desperately for air, moaning loudly as he keeps hitting that sweet spot over and over. "Please… harder. I can take it."

Heeseung lets out a needy groan at your words, his hips stuttering for half a second before he gives you exactly what you asked for. He fucks you harder, rougher, driving his cock into you with punishing depth. The sound of skin slapping against skin grows louder and wetter as he pounds into you, pressing your body into the mattress.

Just as your next orgasm starts to build, he suddenly slows down, keeping his cock buried deep inside you but barely moving. "Not yet. You don’t get to come until I say so, slut."

You whine desperately, trying to lift your hips for more friction. "Please, Heeseung… I need to come. I’m so close already. Don’t stop— I’ve been so good."

He smirks wickedly, shaking his head as he starts thrusting with slow, teasing rolls of his hips. "Beg better than that, baby. I want to hear how badly you need it."

You’re a complete mess underneath him, tears of frustration and pleasure gathering in your eyes. "Please… I’ll be so good for you. Just let me come on your cock, please. I need it so bad— I can’t take this teasing anymore."

Heeseung groans, but the sound turns into a needy moan as your walls clench around him. He starts fucking you harder again, his hand returning to your throat. But he isn’t done teasing you yet, so he edges you two more times — bringing you right to the brink with deep, brutal thrusts only to slow down and leave you whimpering and empty.

On the third time, you’re crying and babbling nonstop. "Heeseung… please, I can’t take it anymore. It hurts so good… I need to come. I’ll do anything you want. Just let me come on your cock."

"Fuck… you look so pretty when you beg," he groans, his voice rough with his own need to come. He thrusts into you with brutal force, tightening his hand around your throat again while his hips move relentlessly. "Come then. Come all over my cock like the desperate slut you are. Let me feel you."

Your entire body seizes underneath him. Your walls clamp down hard around his thick cock, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you soak his cock and the sheets beneath you, screaming his name.

Heeseung fucks you through your orgasm, groaning as your pussy milks him. "Fuck, that’s it. Good girl… you’re squeezing me so tight." A few more brutal, deep thrusts and he buries himself as deep as possible, coming hard inside you with thick, hot pulses.

Lying under him with your heart racing and breath coming in short, heavy bursts, his cock still buried deep inside you, your mind keeps returning to the sounds he made minutes ago — those desperate, broken moans and whimpers when you had him in your mouth.

Something about hearing him lose control like that makes heat pool low in your belly. After a few seconds of hesitation, you gather your courage, place a hand on his chest, and push him gently but firmly. "My turn to break you now. I want to hear you moaning under me." You say as you swing your leg over his waist, straddling him.

Heeseung’s breath hitches as his cock, already hardening again beneath you, shows just how much he likes the shift in power. "Baby… fuck," he gasps, his hands reaching for your hips.

"Don’t touch unless I say so." You slap his hands away, then wrap your fingers around his thick cock, stroking him slowly and teasingly while rubbing the head up and down your cum-soaked pussy. "Look at you. The captain of the basketball team. Everyone on campus thinks you’re this untouchable stud who ruins girls and never gets ruined."

You sink down onto him in one slow motion, taking every inch until your ass meets his thighs — the stretch making both of you moan. You stay completely still, clenching around him just to watch him squirm, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. Then you start moving your hips slowly, rubbing your clit against his pelvis. "Ahh— fuck… please don’t tease me."

You begin riding his cock properly, using everything you learned — deep movements, tight squeezes, and powerful bounces that make your ass slap against his thighs and your clit grind deliciously against his pelvis.

"Fuck, baby," he hisses, his hands flying to your hips, but you grab his wrists and push them away. You lean down so your breasts brush against his chest and his cock hits even deeper. "Don’t touch. Just take this pussy like a good boy. Got it, captain?"

Heeseung’s cock twitches hard inside you at your words, and a low, surprised moan escapes his throat. "Shit… yes," he groans, clearly turned on by the way you dominate him. "Use me, baby. Fuck me."

So this was the real Heeseung? A whimpering mess when someone takes control. All that arrogance on the court, all those girls throwing themselves at him, and here he is — moaning and shaking underneath you like he can’t handle how good your pussy feels around him.

You watch every reaction closely, mesmerized by the way his lips part, his breath coming in short, needy gasps every time you bounce and grind on him, and the broken moans slipping from his throat when you clench hard around his cock.

'God, he really is a whimperer,' you think, amazed by the sight as you bite your lip and ride him harder. "All that reputation and you’re crying because a girl is riding you. That’s kind of pathetic… but so fucking hot."

Heeseung lets out another broken moan, his hands desperately gripping the sheets since you won’t let him touch you. "Fuck— you’re killing me. Your pussy feels too good, I can’t… ah— slow down a little, please."

You laugh softly and keep riding him mercilessly, clenching around his cock rhythmically, rolling your hips in tight, dirty circles while bouncing faster and faster, making sure he feels every movement. "You’re going to take this like a good boy, captain."

Heeseung moans louder, letting his head fall back against the pillow as his body trembles beneath you. "Shit, you’re so mean. Please don’t stop. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight— fuck, I’m losing my mind."

You lean back, bracing your hands on his thighs so he has the perfect view of his cock disappearing into your dripping pussy. "Look how deep you are," you moan, rolling your ass on him in small, obscene movements. "You like watching me use your cock like this, don’t you? Such a big, strong captain… and now you’re moaning under me."

The pleasure and the delicious sight of the untouchable Heeseung moaning and whimpering push you toward your own orgasm. "I’m gonna come," you gasp, leaning down to kiss him messily while still bouncing on his cock. "And you’re going to come with me, crybaby."

Heeseung moans loudly, the nickname making his cock twitch hard inside you. "Fuck… I’m coming!" His hips buck up to meet your bounces as thick jets of cum spill deep inside you once again.

You follow right behind him, your orgasm crashing over you as you keep riding him through both of your peaks, milking every last drop from his cock.

"Don’t tell anyone about this," he begs breathlessly, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "That I’m… like this. Please. This is our secret, okay? Just between us."

────────

Jake’s hands grip your hips tightly, you clench around his cock and roll your hips in those filthy, perfected movements. His broken moans fill the room as you bounce faster, grinding harder against him. Suddenly, your phone starts ringing on the nightstand, Ni-ki’s name lighting up the screen.

You slow your movements, reaching over to answer the call while still sitting on Jake’s cock. "Hey," you sigh, slightly breathless.

Jake groans, his hips twitching desperately. "Babe… please don’t stop," his voice is full of need. "I was so close… keep going, please."

You cover his mouth with your hand to silence him to continue the call. Ni-ki sounds frustrated on the other end. "You free right now? We lost tonight and I’m pissed. Come to my dorm… I need that pretty pussy to help me forget this shit game."

"I can come over soon," you say, trying to keep your voice steady while rolling your hips on Jake. "Give me a bit."

"Good. Don’t take too long. I really need to fuck you," Ni-ki says before hanging up.

You drop the phone and start riding Jake again. "Sorry about that. Now be a good boy and come for me.

Later that night, you’re on all fours in Ni-ki’s dorm as he fucks you hard from behind. His hips slam against your ass with deep, aggressive thrusts.

In the middle of a particularly rough stroke, he suddenly asks, "I saw you leaving the hockey rink the other day. What the hell were you doing there?"

You moan and push back to meet his thrusts. "None of your business."

Ni-ki’s hand comes down hard on your ass with a loud smack. The sharp sting makes you clench around his cock and moan louder. He slaps you again, even harder. "Wrong answer."

"Again," you moan, arching your back. "I like it."

Ni-ki laughs darkly and keeps spanking you repeatedly while fucking you harder, his palm leaving red marks on your ass as he pounds into you until both of you come hard.

The next afternoon, you’re on your knees in Jay’s dorm with his huge cock stretching your mouth as you suck him. Jay has one hand gently stroking your hair, looking down at you with proud eyes.

"You’re doing so well. Taking me so deep like this… you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, angel."

You relax your throat, taking him as deep as you can, sucking harder, using every technique you’ve learned. Jay groans, his fingers sliding gently through your hair.

"Fuck… you’re incredible. Such a good girl for me. Keep going, you’re making me feel so good."

He keeps praising you the whole time, soft and sincere, until he finally comes down your throat with a soft, shaky groan, lovingly stroking your cheek as you swallow everything.

When you leave Jay’s room, still a little flushed and disheveled, you run straight into Sunghoon in the hallway. He looks at you, then at Jay’s door behind you, and his expression darkens instantly.

"What the fuck were you doing in there?"

You don’t answer, trying to walk past him, but he doesn’t let you. Sunghoon grabs your wrist and pulls you into his own dorm, slamming the door behind you. He fucks you hard and jealous, bending you over the desk, taking you from behind with brutal, possessive thrusts.

"You’ve been fucking everyone lately, haven’t you?" he growls, driving deep and angry. "Greedy little slut."

You moan loudly, loving the jealous tone in his voice.

During the rough thrusts, your phone starts vibrating on the desk — it’s Heeseung sending message after message.

Heeseung:

I can’t stop thinking about that night with you.

Come over.

Baby, answer me.

I know you’re getting these.

Don’t play games with me.

Stop fucking ignoring me.

Sunghoon notices the constant buzzing, picks up the phone, uses your face to unlock it, and opens the chat. With a dark, possessive smile, he takes a photo of your flushed, teary-eyed, moaning face while he fucks you hard from behind and sends it to Heeseung with the caption: "She’s busy."

He tosses the phone aside and fucks you even harder after that.

────────

You finally understand why Heeseung never wants to be tied to just one person. Having options is liberating. Jake, Sunghoon, Jay, Ni-ki, and Heeseung — each one offers something different: different rhythms, different kinds of pleasure, different versions of yourself. You don’t have to choose just one because you can have them all. Now you understand Heeseung’s lifestyle — it’s freeing.

And you realize you want that freedom too.

Thank you for reading! and a special thanks to everyone who asked to be tagged <3

thinking about reverse cowgirl with heeseung has gotta hit. swears on his life there’s no better sight than when you’re riding him like your own fucktoy. he also loves this position because it means you get to work for it whilst he gets to be lazy and enjoy the view. his head falls back and eyes rolled as your cunt squeezes around his throbbing cock every time you sink down to the hilt. he's so pussydrunk on you. your ass flushed against him as the squelch of your pussy has the tips of his ears flushed red and lips bitten raw. sounds like music to his ears. a creamy ring forms at the base of his cock and no matter how much his eyes are fluttering at the tight pleasure, heeseung still focuses on the way the fat of your ass jiggles with each bounce, groping a handful as he smacks it, making you cry out each time. he's obsessed with your fucked out state. and when you start to slow down and slump forward, heeseung doesn’t hesitate to fuck up back into your sloppy cunt, one hand now reaching for your hair to tangle in as he ruts up into you. pulling your hair back so he can groan the most nastiest filth into your ears as he kisses and bites all around your neck, a sheen of sweat covering you both as he fucks into you at a relentless pace. tells you how pretty you look, cooing at you, making fun of your breathless whines because you literally cannot breathe with the way this man is bullying your pussy thorough. vision blurring as his cock scrapes against your gummy walls so good. your moans coming out in choked sobs as his hands roam all over your tits, ass, waist, everything and anywhere he can reach. squeezing and slapping the supple skin before pinning you down seated on his thick length to cum thick white ropes deep into your cunt 𖹭

You smile and peck his soft lips sweetly just how he likes. “Sweet because I cockwarm you every time your wife leaves the house?”

Heeseung grins. It’s attractive, and makes you release another stream of slick on his throbbing cock. It only adds to the mess you’re keeping plugged up inside you.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” your stepdad says through a soft moan as he helps you roll your hips.

You lean forward and kiss him, basking in the feeling of fullness. Heeseung’s came inside you twice now, and he refuses to let you off his cock. Not that you mind. You love the feeling of being plugged full of his cum.

Large hands squeeze and knead your ass before you feel a stinging slap. You moan loudly as more of your arousal drips down your stepdad’s thick cock. Heeseung repeats the action until your pussy is spasming around him and starts pushing some of his cum out. He groans, loving the feeling of your mixed cum dripping down his heavy balls.

You give him another filthy kiss, pressing your naked body closer to his. You can feel him smirk against your lips. He knows how needy you are, and since you’ve been such a good girl and kept all his filth inside you, he’ll give you a small treat.

“Move your hips for me,” Heeseung groans softly when he feels more of his cum slip out of you and drip down his heavy sack.

You immediately do as he says, tossing your head back as you roll your hips. His fat cock brushes against your sweet spot, and you know it won’t be long before you cum all over his dick again.

He doesn’t reply, partly because he’s too focused. Partly because he doesn’t know what you could possibly want more.

“Heeseung” you whine, tears threatening to fall.

You need him close, you need his attention.

He just thinks you want more and spreads your thighs further apart as he licks and sucks at your pussy. 

“Heeseung!” you whine again and tug on his hair, wanting his attention.

He presses one last kiss to your clit before pulling back.

“Mh? What’s wrong? “ his lips glisten with your juices. 

“I need you close” your voice shakes.

His brows furrow for a second before pulling himself up so he’s on top of you.

He immediately coos at the sight of you, tears spilling from your eyes, cheeks flushed, messy hair and your hand crumpling the sheets next to you.

Firstly, he grabs your hand and kisses it before pinning it next to your head.

“You need me close?” he repeats as he kisses you gently.

He doesn’t wipe your tears as they give him a weird sense of satisfaction and possessiveness.

You nod as you look into his eyes, trying to memorize every part of him.

He kisses your neck and smirks to himself.

He loooves how vulnerable you get during sex. Like you physically need this closeness to feel full and loved by him. Maybe it’s fucked up, maybe it’s unhealthy, but that wouldn’t be a first in your relationship. 

He gives his already hard cock a few strokes before lining it with your hole.

You're so wet and ready for him, already clenching like you’re trying to suck him in.

“Fuck-” he groans as he sinks into you.

You whimper, slightly oversensitive considering how long his face was between your thighs earlier.

He grabs your calves and lifts them so your thighs are squished against your chest and he can go deeper.

You immediately moan “oh my god” as you arch slightly, your arms going around his neck.

He buries his face in your neck and starts thrusting, fast and powerful.

You whimper and dig your nails into his neck.

He groans, but doesn’t get mad, knowing you’re feeling extremely sensitive right now.

“I know baby, I know,” 

“C-closer” you beg, needing him to invade every part of your body, your mind, your soul.

He grunts as he plunges deeper into you. “Baby I don’t think I can get closer than this.”

You whimper and more tears fall. You sniffle “I c-can’t,”

He pulls back to look at you and chuckles.

“You’re so sensitive, baby. C’mon don’t cry.” he presses kisses all over your face as his thrusts slow down.

You sniffle and he looks at you.

He wraps your legs around him so his pelvis grinds against you with every thrust, then he wraps one arm around your waist and leans down so your chests are touching.

He starts moving again, slower. Each powerful thrust sending shocks to your brain, making it feel all fuzzy and warm. He doesn’t stop looking at you as he watches your brows arch and your mouth fall open.

He feels you claw at his shoulders and just continues his slow, deliberate thrusts that knock the air from your chest.

“Better? Hm?”

You can’t possibly reply. You just roll your eyes back and arch into his chest.

“So fuckin’ needy. Do you get it now when I say no one else can handle you? Hm?” 

You whimper, more tears falling from your eyes and into the mattress beneath you.

“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your neck. “Just means you're mine.”

“Heeseung-” you try to warn him you’re close but he interrupts you.

“I know. You’re- fuck- squeezing me so tight baby.”

He feels your grip on his biceps tighten and your legs lock in around him.

“Cmon hold on a little longer,” he smirks, basically pulling out until only the tip is in.

Poor y/n. Still getting teased, even when you’re crying, sweating, begging him for more.

Your head lolls to the side, letting more tears roll down your face.

He loves that.

“Look at me y/n,” his voice is soft,even though his actions speak way louder.

His actions being the way his dick is barely still inside you and he’s completely neglecting your pleasure.

You don’t turn your head and you cross your arms as well, giving him the full brat treatment.

“Seriously, baby?” his thumb goes to lazily rub your clit, making you clench around him.

He pushes back in slightly and your head tilts back.

“You were being so good. So communicative.” He leans in to suck a fresh hickey on your exposed skin.

You whine but don’t dare to push him away.

You try to roll your hips, attempting to get a sliver of pleasure from his firm thumb pressing against your clit and his cock half-inside your pussy.

He immediately pins them down.

“Y/n,” he warns.

Your arms go from crossed to covering your face.

He can barely see if you’re crying but hears the familiar sniffles and whimpers of all the other times he was in this situation.

“Cmon don’t do that now-” he tries to pull them away but you shake your head.

He sighs and smooths his thumb over your wrist, right under where your palm is covering your eyes.

“Baby. C’mon,” he repeats, stuck between "I took it too far” and “she’s a dramatic brat”.

He sinks back inside you, finally, pitying you.

He starts picking his pace up again, thrusting shallowly but rubbing circles on your clit.

It really isn’t hard to gain his compassion.

You’re feeling good again and your arms fall back above your head. 

When you meet his gaze it isn’t warm. But not cold either.

He’s just...watching you.

The smudged black streaks of mascara falling down your face and your red, teary big eyes staring up at him like you’d do anything for him.

He plunges himself deep inside and you cry out.

He knows he should be going easier on you right now, but he just can’t resist when you fall apart around him.

In between your breathy moans, he buries his face in your neck and you swear you can hear him groan as you clench around him.

He presses soft kisses there as his dick slides in and out of your puffy pussy.

“You’re so pretty when you cry.”

That makes your legs tighten around him and pull him deeper.

You moan and let out a soft “‘m so close” in his ear.

He doesn’t stop this time.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” he praises, knowing exactly how to push you over the edge.

“That’s it. Cmon. Let go for me.”

It’s like his words have the magical effect of controlling what your body does, cutting yourself from the decision.

You feel like an elastic snap in your stomach and throw your head back as you call his name, repeatedly.

“I know, I know, fuck-” he speeds up, using your pussy as his personal fleshlight as he feels his own orgasm arrive too.

You whine as you look up at him.

All you want right now, in your post-orgasm blissful haze is to see him cum too.

You tug on his hair. “Please baby,”

That has him groaning as he bottoms out inside you with a final thrust, filling you up.

“Oh God,” he basically moans in your ear as his dick spills more cum inside you.

“Fuck-” he thrusts a few more times before basically falling on top of you, finally making you feel that closeness you were asking for in the beginning.

You stay like that for a few minutes, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

When he pulls back he grabs a tissue on the nightstand and admires the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy, before cleaning it all up. 

“You okay?” he asks after giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

You nod and look up at him as he smudges the mascara stains under your eyes.

“Sorry I cried,” you chuckle.

He chuckles back. “I didn’t mind. As long as you don’t shut me out.”

In fact, he loved it. Loved it so much he was already planning on how to tease so much you’d be crying in his arms. But that was for next time.

You nod as you play with his hair absentmindedly, unaware of his evil plan.

they’d only managed to be an official couple for about three months before jake abruptly dumped her over the phone.

in fact, you were actually there when it happened. lots of people were because jake decided to make the phone call when he knew mia was out at a girls night with all her friends, including you.

you could remember the way her expression fell a minute into the phone call, the way her eyes welled up with tears and the hand that flew over her mouth in shock.

the rest of the girls night was spent consoling her, which was impossible because mia really did like him and had no idea he intended to break up with her.

so, from that point on you, you hated jake. you despised him, and since mia didn’t have it in her to hate him, you hated him enough for the both of you.

you hated him, his friends, his stupid australian accent—everything about him and everything do with him.

so, you were far from pleased when the new semester of school started and you found that you had a class with him.

chemistry.

you were only taking it to fulfill a general requirement that you needed to graduate. otherwise, you wouldn’t be sitting in the lecture hall at 8 a.m. on an extra freezing winter morning, eyelids heavy as the professor droned on and on about elements and molecules.

not only were you irritated by the painfully boring lecture, but the sight of jake sitting just a few rows in front of you with his friends made it ten times worse.

you couldn’t help your eyes from continuously wandering his way, not because you cared about his existence, but because he and his friends were obnoxious and distracting. other students in the class noticed it, too, but they were too far from the professor for him to notice. plus, the professor looked very old, so you weren’t sure he would have noticed either way.

when class ended, you shoved everything into your backpack and practically sprinted out of the lecture hall, eager to get back to your warm apartment where you’d be safe from the freezing temperatures and icy snow.

you only managed to get a few feet from the building before your name was being called.

“y/n!” someone shouted, someone you really hoped it wasn’t. “wait up!”

you turned your head, and when you saw that it was jake jogging over to you, you walked a little faster.

“hey,” he said, managing to catch up with you, slightly breathless. “when someone says wait up, that usually mean you should stop walking.”

“i know what it means,” you responded.

you hadn’t spoken to him once since he broke up with mia.

when they were still dating, their friend groups kind of combined, and since you were mia’s closest friend, you ended up hanging around jake a lot. you got to know him a bit, and you actually liked him as a person, but all that ended the minute he made that phone call to mia.

“right,” he mumbled, sighing. “how’s she doing?”

you raised an eyebrow.

“great,” you lied.

mia was actively doing horrible. she didn’t want to leave her house, not even to go to class. she didn’t want to eat or do anything except stay in her bed and sleep.

“really?” jake asked, the surprise is his tone obvious.

“yeah,” you said. “she seems happier than ever now that you’re not in the picture anymore.”

jake scoffed. “yeah, right.”

he was walking next to you through campus, mindlessly following you in the direction of your apartment.

“why do you even care?” you asked, irritated on behalf of mia. “you’re the one who broke up with her.”

“i don’t care,” jake responded. “i was just curious.”

god, he’d become such a dick.

you rolled your eyes. “whatever, jake.”

“what, just because i broke up with her, that means you have to hate me too?” he asked.

“well, yeah,” you scoffed. “obviously. plus, you broke up with her in the douchiest way possible, and didn’t even tell her why.”

“i did tell her why,” jake defended.

“oh yeah?” you said. “why then?”

“so i could see other people,” he answered.

you shook your head in disbelief. what the hell happened to him? he was so nice when he was dating mia—it was like something possessed him.

“you’re an asshole,” you told him, shooting him one more glare before speeding up and walking away from him.

-

mia — 7:57 p.m.

has everyone seen/heard abt him?

you glanced down at your phone, reading the message mia had sent to the girls group chat.

you debated whether or not you should tell her.

chae — 7:58 p.m.

i haven’t

jira — 8:00 p.m.

me neither thank god 🙄

you sighed, knowing mia would probably be upset if she found out you’d spoken to him and not told her.

y/n — 8:01 p.m.

he’s in my chem class…

it seemed like not even a second passed before your phone started vibrating with an incoming call from mia.

you shut your laptop, leaving your studies behind for the moment to focus your attention of your best friend.

“you have a class with him?!” she practically shouted in your ear as soon as you picked up the call.

“yeah, unfortunately,” you answered, leaning back in your desk chair.

“well, tell me everything!” she exclaimed. “how’d he look? did he look distraught? sad? tired? did he say anything to you?”

“he looked—”

“did he say anything about me?” she interrupted, eagerly spewing questions at you. “do you think he wants to get back together?”

“he asked me how you were,” you finally managed to utter.

there was a brief pause on the line, and then you heard a sniffle.

“oh my god,” mia said, and you could hear in her voice that she was crying. “oh my god, he still cares. he cares about me.”

you decided not to tell her about the part where jake distinctly announced that he doesn’t care.

“yeah,” you mumbled.

“well, what’d you say?” mia questioned.

“i said you were great,” you told her. “and that you’re happier than ever now that he’s out of the picture.”

you expected her to be proud of your lie, happy with your response.

but instead there was a pause.

and then, “you’re kidding, right?”

your eyebrows furrowed.

“no?” you replied, confused.

“y/n,” she said, her voice scarily deep and unsettling. “you told him that i’m doing great? and that i’m happy without him?”

“…yes?” you remarked, still utterly confused.

“are you a fucking idiot?” she said, voice getting louder. “why the hell would you tell him that? he’s not going to want to get back together with me if he thinks i’m doing perfectly fine without him! he should know that i’ve never been worse in my life, that i need him back!”

her words were slightly intelligible through her mixture of wrath and crying, but you managed to make out what she’d said, and you knew that you somehow fucked up.

“shit, i didn’t know,” you said, voice small and hesitant like a child’s. “i thought you’d want him to think you’re better off without him, that you’re seeing other people and stuff.”

“oh my god, no!” she yelled, true frustration and anger in her voice. “fuck, you are so dumb! i can’t believe this. he probably thinks i’m screwing someone else by now and that i’ve forgotten all about him because of you!”

you tried not to feel hurt by her words. you knew she wasn’t in her right mind, that this breakup was really taking a toll on her and her mental state.

but still, you wanted to try and make things right.

“well, i can talk to him again!” you suggested, hoping she’d like the idea. she went quiet, which told you that she was at least listening. “i can tell him i was lying and that you’re actually doing terrible.”

“you’d do that?” mia asked.

you already regretted telling her that. the last thing you wanted to have to do was converse with that jackass again.

“sure,” you agreed. “if it makes it better.”

“that would mean the world to me,” mia gushed, letting out a relieved sigh. “really, y/n, thank you so much.”

her tears and anger seemed like a thing of the distant past, and it almost frightened you how quick she was able to jump from emotion to emotion.

“yeah,” you said quietly. “no problem.”

-

the next day, all throughout class your dread for taking to jake grew. you just had to keep reminding yourself that you were doing it for mia.

so, once class was over, it was time for you to strike.

jake was between two of his friends, heading for the door, when you boldly tapped his shoulder to get his attention.

they all turned and looked at you.

“hey, y/n,” sunghoon said, smiling politely. “how have you been?”

“i didn’t know you were in this class,” jay said, offering a wave.

jake only stared down at you, his expression unreadable.

“i need to talk to you,” you told him, disregarding his friends.

jake raised a surprised eyebrow.

“fine,” he said. turning to his friends, he said, “i’ll catch up with you guys later.”

sunghoon and jay went one way out of the building, and you and jake went another, out into the frosty air.

“surprised you’re talking to me voluntarily,” he said, cheeks turning red from the coldness.

“i wouldn’t call it voluntarily,” you muttered under your breath. “listen, i lied yesterday.”

jake frowned, stuffing his gloved hands into his pockets. “about what?”

“about mia,” you answered. “about how she’s doing fine. she’s actually not. at all. she’s terrible. really, really terrible.”

“oh,” jake said. he was quiet for just a moment, and then simply said, “okay.”

you paused in your footsteps, looking at him with a frown.

“that’s it?” you asked.

he also stopped walking, turning to face you.

“um, yeah?” he remarked. “what else am i supposed to say?”

“you could feel a little remorse for hurting someone that you once actually had true feelings for,” you snapped back. “but all you have to say is ‘okay?’”

“yep,” jake said. “okay.”

you scoffed. “you’re insane. really, you must be a sociopath or something.”

jake let out a forced chuckle.

“believe me, i’m not,” he said.

“no, i think you are,” you argued. “seriously, you’re just so cruel. i don’t get how you switched up so fast.”

“you’re acting like i broke up with you,” he replied. “if she’s so upset about it, tell her to come talk to me instead of sending you as her little messenger. i’m sure you have better things to do.”

“like you’d have a real conversation with her,” you spat back. “a phone call is the best she’ll get out of you.”

“she should be glad to get to talk to me at all,” jake remarked, anger rising in his voice.

“well, i know i for one really don’t enjoy talking to you,” you replied, your voice also raising.

“then why are you?” jake questioned, raising his hands up in exasperation.

“for her!” you fully yelled, earning you and jake a few looks from students passing by. you exhaled deeply, embarrassed about the attention. “but, i’m done now.”

“good,” jake grumbled.

“yeah, good,” you muttered before turning around and speeding away.

-

mia — 6:27 p.m.

did you talk to him???

there went your phone again, buzzing on your desk while you tried to do homework.

you flipped your phone over, not wanting to think about your argument with jake earlier, and especially not wanting to have to explain it to mia.

you refocused your attention on your laptop, trying to engage in your homework, but less than a minute later, there was another message.

mia — 6:28 p.m.

y/nnnnnn

come on i’ve been waiting all day

you huffed in annoyance, finally picking your phone up to respond.

y/n — 6:30 p.m.

he said okay.

just as you expected, your phone started ringing. you picked up right away.

“what the fuck do you mean he said okay?” mia asked.

“i said you were doing terrible and all that, and he said okay,” you explained. “it wasn’t much of a conversation.”

“so, he doesn’t even care?” she asked, voice cracking as a warning sign of tears.

“i don’t know, mia,” you relented, sighing in defeat. “i can’t tell, but i can’t keep having these conversations with him. they’re pointless and he pisses me off too much.”

“he pisses you off?” mia accused. “well, excuse me. i guess it’s more important how you feel rather than the person who got their heart torn apart in shreds by him.”

“that’s not what i’m saying,” you defended. “i’m just saying, nothing good is coming from this. i feel like you need to just stop thinking about him as best as you can and try to start moving on.”

“i can’t fucking just move on, y/n!” mia shouted. “that man is my soulmate and i know it, and he just needs a little reminder that i am the one for him.”

“then you remind him,” you said, hanging up abruptly.

you felt guilty immediately.

the poor girl was going through a breakup and you were no help. if anything, you felt like you’d just made things worse somehow.

you’d gotten into too many arguments that day, and you were tired. you didn’t want to be put in the middle of their failed relationship any longer. you didn’t like jake, and now you were starting to get annoyed with mia.

you needed to stay out of it.

-

a night out.

that was what you needed.

a week later you found yourself at the local bar with chae and jira, the first night you’d all gone out together since the breakup.

“i’m sorry, but she was acting crazy,” you ranted to the girls, sipping on your vodka cranberry. “she was screaming at me over the phone when all i was trying to do was be a good friend.”

“this breakup has been horrible on her,” jira said. “is it bad to say i’m kinda glad she isn’t here tonight?”

the three of you were sitting at a high top table in the corner, overlooking the bar, which was bustling and busy since it was a friday night.

“no, me too,” chae agreed. “if she was here, the only thing she’d be doing is crying over jake, and i’m just tired of hearing about it.”

“well, at least we’re all on the same page,” you said, sipping down the rest of your drink. “i’m gonna get another drink.”

you strode off to the bar, waiting patiently for the bartender to get to you. you ordered another vodka soda.

once your drink was made and in hand, you turned to go back to your table, only to find that it wasn’t just chae and jira sitting there anymore. accompanying them was sunghoon and jay, and you almost didn’t want to go back over.

alas, you did, clearing your throat to make your presence known.

“oh, hey, y/n,” sunghoon greeted, smiling warmly down at you much like he had in class the other day.

“hey,” you greeted unsurely.

“guess we all needed a night out,” jira joked.

“yeah, it feels like this breakup has been taking a bigger toll on us than it has them,” jay said.

“has jake been handling it badly too?” chae wondered.

jay and sunghoon exchanged knowing glances.

“not exactly,” jay answered. “he’s…handling it the way he handles things.”

suddenly, his gaze drifted to the other corner of the bar. you all followed where he was looking to find that jake was standing at the bar with a girl, his hand secured on her lower back.

you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief and disgust.

“he’s awful,” you said, the girls nodding in agreement.

“he’s not,” sunghoon defended. “he’s just—”

jay rapidly shook his head, stopping sunghoon from saying whatever it was he was about to say. sunghoon took a sip of his drink to keep himself from spilling.

“just what?” jira wondered.

“nothing,” jay answered, waving his hand dismissively. “do you guys wanna take that booth over there?”

so, you found yourself moving over to the booth with the girls, sunghoon, and jay. you were very relieved mia wasn’t here, and you knew that she could not find out her closest friends were hanging out with her exes closest friends.

the group began to talk, but you were quick to zone out, your attention drifting over to jake from across the room for whatever reason. you sipped your drink, feeling the alcohol course through your veins and make your head fuzzy.

you watched the way his hand gripped the girls waist, the way he smiled charmingly at her and nodded along to whatever she was saying, pretending like he was listening when it was clear to you he just wanted to get in her pants.

but then the girl left. she hugged jake, and walked out of the bar without him.

was he just rejected?

please let that have been a rejection, you thought to yourself, beyond grateful to hav just witnessed it if it was was.

he sauntered over to the booth where you all were, sliding in across from you.

“why are we sitting with them?” he asked sunghoon and jay. “more specifically, her.”

his eyes landed on you when he said it, and you stuck up your middle finger.

“what happened? i thought you were gonna go home with that girl,” sunghoon said, disregarding jake’s question.

“she said she couldn’t bring anyone to her place or sleep over because her parents are visiting,” jake explained.

“sounds like bullshit to me,” you said.

jake squinted his eyes at you.

“i got her number,” he informed.

“well, i was watching you guys the whole time and didn’t see her give it to you,” you responded.

“oh, so you’re stalking me now?” jake said, leaning in closer to you across the table.

“like i care that much about you,” you retorted, also leaning in to show that you weren’t intimidated by him.

“hey, hey, hey,” jay finally intervened, pulling jake’s shoulder back. “what the hell is the matter with you guys?”

“how are you friends with him?” you asked jay and sunghoon, utterly bewildered.

they were so nice, and jake was so awful.

“i could ask the same thing to you guys,” jake said to your friends.

“guys, stop,” chae said, frowning as she looked between you and jake. “listen, you guys obviously don’t have to be friends or even like each other, but you can’t fight like this.”

you slumped down in the booth seat, shoulders caving in as you grumpily sipped your drink.

“whatever,” you grumbled.

jake scoffed, then mumbled, “i’m getting a drink.”

he slid out of the booth and went back to the bar, ordering himself a drink.

he came back a few minutes later, and you didn’t let yourself look at him, knowing you’d probably just want to say something snarky every time.

so, you and the rest of the group talked and drank, then drank some more, and drank even more.

you were drunk. not just tipsy or buzzed, but fully drunk, edging the border of blacking out.

you knew you had to stop, but by the time you figured that out, it was too late.

everyone was at the table, laughing and chatting and getting along quite well the same way you all did back when you hung around each other when jake and mia were still dating.

and then it hit you.

a wave of nausea overcame your body. your face paled, your laughter coming to an immediate halt as soon as the urge to release everything you’d drunken that night hit you.

without saying anything to anyone, you jumped out of the booth and pushed your way through hoards of people to get outside.

as soon as you made it outside and the cold hair hit your overheated skin, the urge to dispel your guts faded. the nausea wore off, and all you felt was the dizziness of being drunk.

you stumbled over to the brick wall, leaning your back against it to keep yourself sturdy. you pressed a hand to your hand, catching your breath.

“you okay?”

jake.

you took a deep inhale, nodding. you still were trying not to look at him, but had no choice to when he held out a glass of ice water for you.

“here,” he said. “you need water.”

with a shaky hand, you accepted the water and took a few small sips. you could feel yourself sobering up as a result of freezing temperature and a liquid in your system that wasn’t alcohol.

“thanks,” you uttered out.

jake leaned against the wall next to you, keeping a decent sized gap between the two of you. the music from the bar vibrated through the wall, thumping in your ears.

you were waiting for him to say something, expecting something snarky or teasing you for nearly puking up everything you drank over the course of the night.

but it was silence from him. instead, you were the one to speak.

“i don’t get you,” you said. his head turned to face you, waiting for you to elaborate. “are you nice or are you a dick?”

he chuckled, his dark eyes shiny in the night.

“that’s up for debate,” he answered.

“yeah,” you mumbled. “i can’t figure it out. you were cool when you were dating mia, but now you’re just a douche.”

jake rubbed his neck. “we all deal with things differently.”

“yeah, but…” you trailed off, too tired and drunk to think straight. “i don’t know. just seems like i’m the only one you’re like this to.”

jake took a step closer, turning to lean his wall on the shoulder and face you. he crossed his arms, his breath appearing as a white cloud in front of his face.

“you’re not so nice to me either, you know,” he said.

“yeah, but it’s warranted,” you said. “you broke my best friends heart, so obviously i’m gonna hate you.”

he hummed, strands of dark hair rustling in the piercing wind.

“maybe i wouldn’t have ended things if i’d known it’d make you hate me,” he said.

you blinked, your drunken brain desperately trying to decipher the meaning of what he’d just told you.

but, nothing. you didn’t understand, and you honestly weren’t sure you’d understand if you were sober either.

“what?”

jake shook his head.

“nothing.”

you didn’t know what to say, and it seemed like had nothing else to add, so you just stared at each other, eyes watery from the wind.

“your cheeks are red,” you pointed out, unsure why you said it and even more unsure of why you brought your hand up to poke said cheek.

he smiled a bit at the feeling of your finger pressing into his cheek. he leaned into the feeling, eyes following your finger as it left his face and fell back to your side.

“it’s cold out,” he replied.

“yeah,” you said, “but it feels good.”

suddenly, jake grabbed your wrist and brought your hand back to his face. you flattened your palm and he pressed it against his cheek, keeping his hand on top of yours to keep it planted there.

you frowned in confusion. even drunk, you could tell something wasn’t right.

but you didn’t stop it when jake seemed to be getting closer. you didn’t stop it when his face was just inches away from yours, when his warm breath fanned your face and his eyes flickered down to your lips.

you didn’t stop him when he leaned into just a bit more, ready to accept his lips on yours.

“there you guys are!”

jake practically slapped your hand down from his face and spun away from you, leaning back against the wall like he wasn’t just a millisecond away from kissing you.

out walked your friends, oblivious to what they’d just gotten in the way of.

“are you okay, y/n?” chae asked urgently, eyebrows pushed together in concern. “you looked pretty rough in there.”

you side eyed jake, but he couldn’t bring himself to look back at you.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you said, pushing your hair out of your face. “i’m just ready to go home.”

you guys said your goodbyes to the boys, jake still refusing to make eye contact with you, and then went your own way opposite of them.

-

it took all of your strength and energy to show up to class that monday morning.

there was about a foot of snow coating the ground outside, and you were exhausted. it’d taken you all weekend to record from the hangover you had.

most of all, though, you were nervous about seeing jake.

nothing had happened, but something really almost did, and would’ve had your friends not walked out at the worst possible second.

you would’ve kissed jake—a man you hated, and your best friends ex boyfriend who she’s still obsessed with.

the thought of it all made your stomach twist, and you knew it wasn’t going to be easy getting through the lecture.

nonetheless, you had a degree to get, so you kept your head held high and marched up to the door of the building.

you tugged on the handle, but it didn’t budge.

with a frown, you tried the other door. locked.

“class was cancelled.”

your body tensed at the sudden voice, a voice that was all too familiar and distinct from its accent.

you turned only to find jake standing behind you. you gulped, trying to keep a calm demeanor. don’t let him see your nerves.

“oh,” you said.

you weren’t sure how you missed the email or noticed the lack of students on campus as you were walking through. it went to show how in your own head you currently were.

you shifted your gaze down and started trudging through the snow to go back home.

“y/n, wait,” jake said.

you kept walking, and he followed you anyway.

“can we talk?” he asked.

“about what?”

“you know what.”

you stopped in your footsteps.

“sure,” you replied, your tone bitter. “why’d you do it? why’d you try to kiss me?”

jake’s jaw clenched. there was a glimmer in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite make out.

“i was drunk,” he answered.

“really? that’s your answer?” you asked.

“that’s the truth,” he said.

you scoffed. “god, you really are a dick.”

you started walking again, jake immediately following.

“you would’ve kissed me back,” he argued. “don’t try to deny it.”

“i was drunk,” you replied, using his own words against him.

“well then maybe it’s good we didn’t,” he said.

“obviously it’s good we didn’t!” you exclaimed, halting in your steps so abruptly that jake nearly ran into you. “you’re my best friends asshole ex boyfriend! it would be terrible if we kissed!”

“okay, okay, i get it,” jake said, raising his hands in defense. “we can just forget it happened.”

“believe me, i’m trying,” you grumbled.

for some reason, a reason you had no explanation for, you felt like jake looked hurt. he looked like a kicked puppy, a slight pout to his plump lips, and his eyes big and longing.

it almost made you feel bad. almost.

“i guess i’ll see you in class,” he mumbled, then turned around and walked away before you could do it first.

-

that night, you were sitting on the couch in your apartment, the tv playing some random movie in front of you. it didn’t matter because you couldn’t pay attention to it anyway. your mind was somewhere else.

jake.

you couldn’t stop thinking about him. from the moment he almost kissed you to the look on his face when you told him you were trying to forget the almost-kiss. you just couldn’t get him out.

letting out a defeated sigh, you grabbed your phone and opened instagram. you typed his username into the search slot and tapped on his account, scrolling through his array of pictures.

there was a picture of him and his dog, a picture of him with sunghoon and jay, but the one that caught your attention the most was one of just him.

it was a candid photo of him standing on the rooftop of some building overlooking the city. the first one was of him looking out at the view, and the next few pictures to follow were of him looking towards the camera once he realized his photo was being taken.

the photo carousel ended with him smiling at the camera, reaching out to take the phone from the person’s hand.

you stared hard. his face, as much as you really hated to admit it, was very handsome. he was a good looking guy, and there was no denying it.

you brushed your thumb over the screen, as though you could caress his face through the phone.

but in doing that, you accidentally liked the picture.

and the picture was from five months ago.

your eyes widened, heart race accelerating as you realized the horrible mistake you just committed. you unliked the photo right away, but you knew it didn’t matter. you were fucked. you’d just exposed yourself for stalking his account.

but it only got worse, because you could see that jake suddenly went online. and then, your phone vibrated with a new message.

jakesim02 — 10:25 p.m.

that’s a pretty good picture of me huh

you turned your phone off and threw it to the other side of the couch, groaning into your hands in frustration.

-

as jake was walking in to class the next day, he went straight over to your seat and sat next to you.

you shot him a fierce glare, not knowing why he’d just sat next to you.

“did you have fun stalking my account yesterday?” he teased.

your jaw clenched, and you exhaled through your nostrils in frustration.

“it was an accident,” you defended.

“i know,” he said. “it was an accident when you liked the picture, but it wasn’t an accident when you got on instagram, typed my name into the search, and scrolled through all my photos.”

you were at a loss for words. he was absolutely right, as irritating and terrible as it was.

what were you thinking? why did you care about his instagram? why did you have to do that and be so reckless?

luckily, class started then, so instead of having to come up with some terrible, unbelievable excuse, the professor began to teach.

jake didn’t go back to his normal seat, though. he stayed put right there next to you, his body close enough to yours that the sides of your arms touched.

you didn’t like it. rather, you didn’t like the way it made you feel. you didn’t like that it made your entire body feel warm, just the sensation of coming in contact with him.

there was something very wrong here. you weren’t friends with jake. you were far from it, actually, so why was he sitting beside you in the lecture and why were you letting him? why was he close enough that you could smell his cologne and why did you want him even closer?

it was safe to say, there was no focusing on the material being taught that day.

-

jakesim02 — 8:51 p.m.

hey

be a dear and send me the notes from today? 🙏

a few days later, and your relationship with jake seemed to have transformed entirely.

he’d begun sitting next to you in class everyday, his friends accepting that he wasn’t sitting with them anymore.

and somehow, you didn’t mind it. in fact—and you knew this was bad—but you began looking forward to it. the once dreaded 8 a.m. lecture was something you got excited for now because you knew you’d get to see jake.

not only would you get to see him, but you’d get to sit next to him, to feel his arm occasionally brush against yours, to hear him whisper a joke about the old professor in your ear and have to stifle laughter for the rest of class.

usery/n — 8:53 p.m.

how come you didn’t show up 🧐

today had been the first time jake missed a class. you were tempted to message him that morning and ask him where he was, but even you knew how desperate that would’ve sounded.

you had to at least try to keep pretending like you hated him for mia’s sake.

jakesim02 — 8:53 p.m.

aww did you miss me? ☺️☺️☺️

i’m out sick, probs won’t make it tmr either

so make sure to take good notes 👍

usery/n — 8:55 p.m.

you’re sick? what’s wrong?

jakesim02 — 8:55 p.m.

just a cold and fever

probably just bc the weather

usery/n — 8:56 p.m.

oh

deserved.

jakesim02 — 8:56 p.m.

WTF 😭😭

usery/n — 8:57 p.m.

i’ll bring the notes over tomorrow.

jakesim02 — 8:59 p.m.

let’s gooo 🙏🙏🙏

you closed out of instagram and set your phone aside, already feeling the combination of anxiety and excitement in your stomach about seeing jake outside of a classroom setting tomorrow.

what the hell was your problem? if mia knew you were having these feelings, developing some sort of a friendship with jake, she would be beyond infuriated.

you knew it was bad, but you just couldn’t tell her.

-

inhale.

knock on the door.

exhale.

a moment later, jake opened his apartment door, a smile overtaking his face when he saw you.

“hey, come in,” he said, stepping out of the doorway.

he was clad in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, his hair messy and his nose red. he was sick, indeed, and you didn’t even feel like saying anything snarky about it because you could only focus on how cute he looked.

you were royally fucked.

you stepped into his apartment, sliding out of your shoes.

“i got you a copy of the notes,” you informed, “and this.”

you help a tupperware container of soup that you’d made yourself.

“oh my god,” he gushed. “you made that for me?”

“no,” you lied, eyes shifty. “i was making soup anyway. i just had some leftover.”

“either way,” he said, accepting the container from you, “that’s really sweet. i appreciate it.”

you shrugged like it was nothing, but deep down you were pleased to have made him happy.

“would you mind helping me recap the lectures i missed?” jake asked, already starting back down the hall to his bedroom. “i’m sure the notes are great, but just in case. if you’re not busy.”

you gulped, your feet already following him to his room.

“okay,” you agreed. “just for a bit.”

once in his room, he sat on his bed, the blankets a mess which told you he’d probably been laying there for the majority of the day. there was a box of tissues on the nightstand, some crumpled up on the floor.

“sorry, it’s dirty,” he said. “i’ve just been…”

he trailed off, scratching the back of his head.

“sick?” you questioned.

“yeah,” he confirmed, chuckling.

you got the feeling that he was a little nervous about you being there, and that only made you feel more nervous. it was wrong, and it seemed like you both knew that.

you cleared your throat and sat down at his desk, pulling the notes out of your backpack. you handed him the pages and kept a copy for yourself, then began recapping and explaining.

jake listened dutifully, asking questions for clarification here and there. you were surprised by his interest in the subject, how it seemed like he actually cared about the content you guys were learning whilst you only cared enough to pass the tests and get the class over with.

you were in the middle of answering one of his questions when he suddenly began coughing. he’d been coughing a bit the entire time, but this time specifically seemed like an extra bad attack.

it was enough for you to stop talking, looking up at him with concern. you then noticed the water bottle on his desk and quickly picked it up, bringing it over to him.

he took it gratefully, taking a few large swigs that helped calm his cough attack down.

“fuck,” he muttered, twisting the lid back on. “thank you. sorry.”

“are you okay?” you asked, cautiously sitting on the edge of his bed next to him.

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine,” he assured you. “sorry, you can keep talking about the notes, or…”

he trailed off, looking at you like he’d just realized you were sitting on his bed now, that you were closer than you were before. he swallowed, eyes shamelessly scanning you from the bottom to the top.

he licked his lips, meeting your eyes.

“or what?” you asked, your voice ever so soft.

he exhaled, trailing his hand across the mattress until it landed on top of yours. you looked down at where they met, at where your fingers folded into each others.

“or,” he said, “come here.”

you looked back up to his face, and suddenly it was so obvious. he wanted to kiss you. he really wanted to kiss you. the hunger was evident in his eyes, his cheeks flush from both the fever and the desire to have you.

and you wanted him just as badly. you needed him in that moment.

so, you let go of every negative emotion of you had about him and the situation just for the time being, and leaned in, connecting your lips together.

jake sighed into the kiss, relieved to finally feel the sensation of you on him. he brought his hands to your waist, gripping you with as much of the little energy he had.

he kissed you slowly, warmly, tenderly, the heat of his body radiating against you. you didn’t even care that he was sick anymore, that there was a high chance you could sick from the exchanging of germs.

none of that mattered. kissing him felt too good, too right. sickness be damned. mia be damned.

he spread his legs a bit, pulling you onto his lap. you straddled him, leaning forward so your chests were pressed together.

your head tilted to the side to kiss him deeper, and you couldn’t believe how good it felt. you could feel it in your entire body—the electricity, the warmth and excitement that came from his lips fluidly rubbing against yours.

your lips smacked together, creating a lewd sound that had a sensitive jake moaning into your mouth, jutting his hips up into you desperately. you gasped at the feeling of his hard on pressed against you, your lips opening just wide enough for him to snake his tongue inside.

you immediately accepted this intrusion, quick to rub your tongue back against his. it was filthy, sloppy, and wet, and you both couldn’t get enough.

you found yourself shifting your hips back and forth on his lap, desperate to ease some of the tension that had built between your legs. he helped guide you, keeping a firm grip on your hips.

“fuck, y/n,” he whispered. “feels so fucking good.”

you clenched around nothing, your fist squeezing the fabric of his sweatshirt. you trailed your lips down from his mouth to his jawline, pressing down hard and warm. you then continued making your way down to his neck, where you continue to kiss and eventually suck, carelessly leaving purple and pink bruises on his overheated skin.

“oh fuck,” he moaned, more sensitive than normal. his hips were thrusting up into you, like he was trying to fuck you through his clothes. “oh my god, yeah. that’s so good, baby.”

but it was when jake began dragging his hand up your shirt, pulling the fabric along with him, that you started to remember the situation at hand, that reality came back into the light.

jake was mia’s ex. mia loved jake. jake broke up with her over the phone because he was a dick. you were making out with him. you were supposed to hate him.

oh god, everything was all wrong. how did this happen? what the hell were you doing?

you quickly detached yourself from jake, climbing off his lap. he looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows, worried that he’d done something wrong.

“what is it?” he asked. “are you okay?”

your eyes trailed down to the hickeys on his neck, your heart plummeting to your stomach. you’d done that. you just gave hickeys to mia’s ex boyfriend.

“um.” you could hardly speak. “i have to go now.”

“but—”

you were rapidly gathering your things, shoving your laptop and folder into your backpack.

“feel better,” you said, swinging your backpack over your shoulder.

you were out of his room in a flash, beelining straight to the front door without looking back.

-

“do you like this one or this one better?” mia asked you, holding up two different skirts.

“that one,” you answered, pointing to the ruffled denim mini skirt.

“hm,” mia said, not seeming satisfied with your answer. “i like the other one better.”

she disappeared behind the dressing room curtain, and you let out a sigh of relief once she couldn’t see you anymore.

you were shopping at the mall, the first time you’d hung out in weeks alone, and it was harder than you thought it’d be after what you’d done with jake.

the guilt was immense. you could hardly stand to be in her presence, afraid that she knew or would find out. you felt like it was written all over your face, or that she could smell it on you—that you’d made out and dry humped her ex boyfriend.

your phone vibrated in your purse while you waited for mia to get changed. you pulled it out, eyes widening when you were met with a notification from the man haunting your mind himself.

jakesim02 — 3:29 p.m.

attachment: 1 image

how much concealer do you think i need to cover these up?

you opened the image—a selfie of jake with his neck stretched to show off all the bruises you’d left.

it was like he wanted to humiliate you.

you didn’t know what to say, how to answer, and mia came bursting through the curtain before you could anyway. you tucked your phone away, giving her your full attention.

“that looks amazing,” you said, forcing a smile onto your face.

“really?” she asked, checking herself in the mirror. “i wanted to get something cute to take pictures in. then, when i post them on instagram, jake will see and come crawling back to me.”

your breath hitched. just hearing his name leave her mouth made you sweat with anxiety.

“oh,” you said, voice shaking. “that’s a good idea.”

“right?” she said happily. “yeah, this is the one. this is the skirt that’s gonna get me my boyfriend back.”

she closed the curtain once again, and you felt your shoulders slump once she was out of sight.

she was adamant on getting jake back—if only she knew.

-

jake was back to class a couple of days later, back in his seat beside you like everything was fine and normal.

“hey,” he said to you when you walked in.

“hey,” you replied, pulling your laptop out of your backpack.

“you never replied to my message,” he said, watching you focus all your attention on your screen and giving none to him. “it was funny, right? i actually don’t even have any concealer which makes it even funnier.”

“very funny,” you responded dryly.

jake’s smile faded.

“what’s wrong?” he asked you, suddenly planting his hand down on your thigh. “why’d you run out of my apartment so fast the other day?”

your gaze trickled down to his hand on your leg, the veins in his hand sticking out, his fingers long and secure in their placement.

“did you get nervous?” he asked, his voice only loud enough for you to hear.

“no,” you lied. “i—”

“alright, everyone quiet down,” the professor spoke, interrupting you. “class is starting now.”

you gulped, turning back to your laptop screen.

the professor began his lecture, but jake didn’t move his hand from off your leg. he kept in its place for about ten minutes, and then you realized he was slowly dragging it up your thigh, higher and higher.

you glanced over at him from the side of your eye, trying to wordlessly communicate with him, trying to ask what the hell he was doing.

but he wasn’t looking at you. his gaze was fixated on the big screen where the slideshow was, and he took notes with his one free hand.

you sighed, trying to brush it off. if he wanted his hand on your thigh, fine. you didn’t care. it was nothing, and if you just kept telling yourself that, then maybe you could eventually believe it.

but then his hand had gotten too high to be considered appropriate, especially for a public setting. one inch forward and his fingers would brush against your covered pussy. you’d be mortified. you’d be absolutely shocked and humiliated if he were to do that.

so why did a part of you wish he would?

like he could read your mind, jake inched his hand just a bit higher and shifted it so it was cupping your clothed pussy. he pushed his fingers against it, feeling the heat and dampness it was producing.

your head snapped over to him.

“jake,” you whispered, because a part of you had enough sense to know that he shouldn’t do it.

still, he wouldn’t look at you. he pretended to be focused on the lecture, but you didn’t miss the trace of a smirk on his lips. he knew just what he was doing, and he was going to do it full force.

he began rubbing his fingers in little circles over your pussy, and your eyes widened, legs instinctively spreading to accommodate his hand more, to give him easier access.

you looked around at the students surrounding you. everyone was either glued to their phones, taking notes, or asleep. absolutely no one cared about what you and jake were doing.

still, you were nervous. you were in a very public setting and one wrong move could expose to the entire lecture hall what was going on.

you looked over at jake again, keeping your eyes on him as he trailed his hand up to the waistband of your pants, and then dove his hand in.

you pressed your hand over your mouth when you felt his cool fingers slide into your panties. he dragged his fingers down the length of your cunt, smearing your wetness around to make a slippery surface for him to play with.

he rubbed your trembling clit in little circles, going slow so as not to draw too much attention to either of you. you could feel your arousal leaking into his hand. as nervous as you were to be doing this, you couldn’t deny that it was really hot. the fact that anyone could look over and see jake with his hand down your pants—you really got off on that.

he spread your legs with fingers, then teased your entrance with his middle finger. he circled the tip of it around your needy hole, and you found yourself pushing your hips forward, trying to line it up so it’d slip inside you.

you shot jake a glare, and he smiled, relenting.

he slid his finger in and you had to bite down on finger so as not to make the sound you so desperately wanted to release. you sucked his finger in with ease, clenching around it.

he began massaging it against your spongey wall, feeling himself harden in his pants. he couldn’t help but picture what it would be like to have his cock in your tight little pussy instead of just his single finger. what he wouldn’t give to fuck you. he’d do it right then snd there if that was his only chance, fuck you in front of the entire class.

he let out a shaky sigh, slithering in another finger alongside his middle. your hand slapped down onto his wrist, gripping it tightly.

he thrusted his fingers in and out, and moved them back and forth inside you. your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt his palm hit your clit with every thrust.

although it was a tortuously slow pace he was fingering you at, it was perfect. he was deep and his fingers were at the most perfect angle, and your clit was being stimulated too. god, you wanted to fuck him. you wanted to climb into his lap and sink down onto his cock, and just ride him without a care of what anyone else thought, especially mia.

mia. fuck. what would she think if she knew you were getting fingered by her ex boyfriend in the middle of fucking class?

you were so far gone, so desperate to cum, that you didn’t even care. you just wanted him. no, at that point, you needed him.

“jake,” you whimpered, looking up at him with big, glossy eyes.

he held a finger up to his lips, motioning for you to stay quiet. but then he started fucking his fingers into you harder and faster, your legs shaking, and how were you supposed to stay quiet through that?

you pressed your face against the side of his arm, eyes clenched shut as his fingers hit the gummy spot in the deepest part of your cunt. you bit your lip hard enough that it could bleed because it felt so good, you wanted to scream.

you wanted to strip your pants off and spread your legs wide so jake could finger you to the full extent. you wanted him to slap your clit with his palm and finger fuck you until you were squirting all over his hand and the chairs that surrounded you guys.

you squeezed his wrist, your cunt tightening around his fingers. he could feel that you were close and continued to pound his fingers into your pussy until you were letting go, thighs clamping around his hand.

he could feel the gush of wetness spill over his fingers, smearing over your inner thighs. he looked down at you and your trembling body, the way you fucked yourself on his fingers to ride out your orgasm, getting every last droplet of it.

you were panting against his arm, and he only pulled out once you released your hard grip on his wrist. his fingers were glistening with your arousal, a string connecting them like ebbing when he pulled them apart.

you crossed your legs, already feeling empty without his hand between them.

there was nothing you could do then except direct your attention back to the lecture. if you were in any different circumstance, perhaps a bedroom, you’re sure it would go further.

but since you were in class, the most he could’ve done was finger you, and even that was probably too much, too risky.

still, it was done, and you had to sit with the physical discomfort of your excessive amount of arousal, and the mental discomfort of having just gotten fingered by mia’s ex.

-

jakesim02 — 11:01 p.m.

are you awake?

of course you were awake. it was saturday night and you were lying in your bed, your brain still fixating on what happened in class the other day.

you’d refrained from texting jake since then, unsure of what you’d even say, so you were relieved that he finally reached out first.

usery/n — 11:03 p.m.

yeah

jake started typing right away, like he’d just been sitting in the chat waiting for you to answer.

jakesim02 — 11:03 p.m.

this is a long shot but

what if i came over

your heart beat started accelerating at just the idea of jake coming over right now, this late at night.

you knew what would happen if he came over, and it’d be far from innocent. you were feeling guilty over what happened with you two thus far, though, unsure of what to do.

you fought it as much as you could.

usery/n — 11:04 p.m.

we shouldn’t jake

jakesim02 — 11:05 p.m.

i think we should though

think about how good it feels when we’re together

think about how hard you came all over my hand the other day

his words sent a wave of heat rushing over your body, your stomach twisting with the desire to do it all over again, to relive those same sensations you felt in class.

you felt like you an angel and a devil on your shoulder. the angel was telling you to shut your phone off and go to bed, to never speak to jake again because it was wrong.

but the devil yearned to let him come over, to feel the skilled touch of his hands on your body, to go further with him than you’d gone before.

usery/n — 11:08 p.m.

okay

come over.

jake read your message, and didn’t reply.

-

he was at your apartment within 20 minutes. in the first five minutes of being there, you’d made into your bedroom, onto your bed, and that was where you were left now.

“do you feel bad?” you asked him right before he was about to kiss you.

his hands were cradling your face, his lips inches away. but he shifted back a bit, creating more room between you after you asked that.

“it’s hard to feel bad when being with you feels so right,” he said.

the kind words made you smile—a sad smile that carried the happiness you felt from being with him but the dread that came from knowing it couldn’t end well, that it wasn’t you two who were meant to be together.

“she wants you back,” you whispered, running your finger over the back of his hand. “wants to post a picture for you to see that’ll make you want her again.”

he tilted your chin up, getting you to look him in the eyes again.

“y/n,” he said. “it’s you, okay? not her. let me show you, please.”

his dark eyes shifted down to your lips. and then he was kissing you, and you had no choice but to absolutely melt into it, like his touch put a spell on you.

he held your face, hands drifting into your hair. you crawled into his lap, keeping your lips intertwined while you positioned yourself on him.

he was already hard, probably pent up from the past few days. you were already wet, too, because just kissing him was enough to do it for you.

he held you close and kissed you like his life depended on it, like it would be the last time he ever go to do so, and he really hoped that wasn’t the case.

your tongues twisted together, passing your saliva to each other through the messy kiss. you could feel him twitch right under your cunt, eager to be touched. luckily, you were eager to touch.

you shifted back into the space between his legs, kneeling on the mattress. he watched without so much as a blink as you cupped his bulge, feeling his aching cock twitch and pulsate under your palm.

you began stroking it over his sweatpants, gripping and massaging it. but that wasn’t enough, even for you. you wanted to get the most out of him, to make him feel as good as you possibly could.

clothes were flying off then. first his pants, his shirt, then your shirt and bra, and his underwear.

his cock was long and just as pretty as you expected it to be. his tip was flushed to a light pink, a pearly bead of precum forming at his slit and threatening to drip down his length.

you let a droplet of saliva drip into your palm, and then reached out to grab him.

jake sat up on his knees, sighing at the feeling of your slicked palm wrapped around his cock, stroking him firmly up and down. he was heavy in your hand, and you imagined he’d be even heavier on your tongue.

you leaned in slowly, darting your tongue out to deliver tiny kitten licks to his tip. jake sighed again, gathering your hair into a makeshift pony tail to keep it out of your way.

you dug the tip of your tongue his slit, the taste of his salty precum coating your taste buds. you pressed your tongue down harder, then wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking on it like a lollipop.

“yeah,” he whispered, staring down at you like you were an angel in human form. “so fucking pretty.”

you hummed contentedly, taking him deeper into your mouth. you held onto his hips for support as you dragged your mouth back and forth down his length, taking him in as deep as you could go, slowly training your throat to take all of him.

jake panted, staring down at you as you sucked him off like you already somehow knew exactly what he liked. he loved when you paid extra attention to his sensitive tip, licking the underside of it. he loved when your tongue traced his vein, and when you eventually took him deep enough that your nose was pressed against his pelvis.

fuck, you were a star. you were his star. you were the only person he ever wanted to see with his cock in their throat again.

“that’s it,” he moaned, subtly guiding your head with the ponytail he’d made. “ugh, that feels so fucking perfect.”

you wanted his cum so bad. wanted to feel it on your face and taste it as it shot down your throat. you wanted to swallow every last drop and feel the warmth of it in your stomach.

you felt dirty, the way you wanted him. it was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, but it had you ready to do just about anything he asked of you. you wanted to please him, to make him cry from how good he felt, to have him shaking and writhing beneath you.

you forced yourself to deep throat him, as painful as it felt. you resisted the urge to gag, your throat convulsing around him.

it was all worth it because jake was gasping, tugging on your hair and pushing his hips into your face, forcing his cock even deeper. his tip hit the back of your throat, your face practically flush with his abs.

“mmm, fuck yeah, baby,” he moaned, head tossed back to expose his pretty neck. he thrusted his cock in and out of your mouth, using you just like you wanted him to. “you’re so fucking perfect. this mouth was just made for me sucking me off, wasn’t it, hm? say it, baby.”

he tugged you off his cock just long enough for you to breathlessly utter the words.

“yes, jake,” you said, sniffling. “was made for sucking your cock.”

he groaned, pushing your head back to his cock. you hollowed your cheeks and tucked your teeth under your lips, humming around his cock and breathing through your nose to keep from gagging.

he could feel a warmth settling in his stomach, a knot twisting. it was forming. he was going to cum soon and he knew it was going to be intense because it’d been way too long, and it was you. you were sucking him off and you looked so pretty kneeling in front of him, so how could he not cum buckets for you?

“where do you want my cum, baby?” he asked you.

“my mouth, jake,” you told him, blinking up at him with wet eyes. “wanna taste you.”

your words, so lewd and unexpected, had him finished.

he thrusted against your face once more before the first rope of cum came spurting from the tip of his dick, shooting straight down your throat.

he pulled out to watch the rest of it hit your face, and you stuck your tongue out to take the rest of it on your tongue. each string of white, gooey cum on your face was like paint on a canvas. it was art. you, a cum covered mess, were a piece of art.

“oh my god,” he cried out, fist furiously pumping out every drop of cum he could get out. “take it, baby, fucking take it. take all my cum.”

you moaned at the taste, at his words, at the feeling of each hot splatter on your skin.

when he pumped the last bit out, he sunk down to your level. you licked around your lips to get the surrounding cum you could reach and swallowed all of it like it was your favorite meal.

jake did you the favor of gathering the cum that had landed on your forehead and cheeks, and then shoved his tainted fingers into your mouth so you could really get every last bit like you’d wanted.

you maintained eye contact with him as you sucked on his fingers, tongue swiping around and in between them, cleaning the sticky mess off of them.

all jake could do was watch in awe, thinking about how much time he’d wasted with the wrong person when you were right there all along.

“you’re fucking perfect,” he muttered, in a trance like state.

you swallowed the rest of it and jake pulled his fingers out. he gently laid you down on your back and grabbed your knees, spreading them apart for him to fit between.

he hooked his fingers into your underwear and pulled them down your legs, already feeling your wetness on the fabric.

you were entirely dripping when he looked down at your naked cunt, a string of cum leaking from your needy hole.

“oh my fucking god, baby,” jake purred, bringing his fingers down to rub your eager pussy. “so fucking wet, i can’t believe it.”

you let out a loud moan when his fingers came in contact with you, and you gasped as he easily slid a finger inside, fucking it into you to get you prepped. it wasn’t like you needed much, though. your body wanted him, and it showed.

he only fingered you for about a minute, and then he simply couldn’t wait any longer. he felt like he would die if he wasn’t buried inside you right at that moment.

“is this okay?” he asked as he lined his cock up with your fluttering hole.

“yes,” you assured, nodding your head rapidly. “i need it so bad, jake. please just fuck me.”

he hummed, sinking his cock into your perfectly warm, tight, drenched pussy. you immediately clenched around him, sucking him in deep.

“oh my god,” he mumbled, nails pressing into your thighs. “holy fuck, baby. feels so fucking good. you’re so tight.”

you whimpered, head lolling to the side as he bottomed out, his pelvis pressed to yours.

“fuck, jake,” you said. “it feels so good.”

he laughed to himself, not because it was necessarily funny, but because he was so happy. it felt so right for him to be fucking you, and he could tell you felt it, too.

he pulled out halfway then pushed back in, filling you up entirely. it was like his cock was made just for you, made just to be the perfect fit inside your warmth.

he pushed your knees back, your legs wrapping his waist so he had a better angle to fuck you.

his thrusts were deep and careful, his hips fluid and loose. he was experienced, obviously. no one was this good at fucking without having had practice before.

your best friend. that was his practice. you were sure he fucked mia and you couldn’t believe that you were fucking someone she once had, but it didn’t matter anymore because it was too late. and this was what was right. not her and jake, but you and jake.

“fuck, it’s so good,” you cried, already so far gone and drunk off his cock.

“i know, my sweet girl,” he gushed, pushing his hips forward and pulling back at a slightly faster pace. “you’re doing so good, taking my cock like such a good girl.”

“nghhhh, god, jake!” you cried at his words, loving every bit of praise and adoration he laid upon you. “harder, please! n-need it.”

jake snapped his hips forward, his cock hitting you harder. his tip brushed against that sensitive spot inside of you and you practically screamed, eyes rolling back into your head.

he couldn’t believe how hot you were, how perfect you were sprawled out beneath him, your pliant body taking every thrust he pounded into you.

your body rocked with each thrust, slowly getting pushed up the mattress. your tits bounced, your limbs flailing helplessly from the roughness of his pace and movement. and you loved it—you’d never been fucked like this before.

“yeah, that’s it,” he groaned. “clench for me, baby. wanna feel you squeeze my cock.”

he adored how quick you were to obey, your pussy clamping around his cock then just like he asked.

he cursed, somehow fucking you even harder, as hard as he possibly could. he was fucking you practically into the mattress, leaving an indent of your body shape that would be a reminder of this moment, of how no one would be able to ever give it to you the way he could.

“oh my god!” you yelled. “i’m so close, don’t stop! pleasepleaseplease, don’t stop, jake!”

he grunted, his cock drilling your pussy, his pelvis rubbing against your engorged clit every time. the body creaked and the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud and lewd.

the knot in your stomach snapped. you body tensed and you were cumming, and it felt like descending up to the sky. you felt like you weren’t even in your own body, like you had no control anymore as you thrashed and writhed and squirted around his cock.

fluid came gushing and shooting out of you, coating his cock in your cum. drool spilled from the corner of your lips, tears trickled down your face, and jake felt like the luckiest man in the entire world to get to be the one to see it all.

he didn’t even realize he was going to cum until he was, until his load was spilling inside you, staining your walls.

he fucked you through it, jutting his hips forward in desperation, once again milking his cock for all it had.

“fuck, y/n,” he grunted, shoving his load deep inside you. “just take it all, baby. just take it.”

you whimpered, too fucked out to even remember how to speak. all you could do was lay there, twitching, letting him stuff you full of his creamy, milky cum.

you both were practically heaving for air by the time it was all over.

you felt empty jake pulled out and collapsed beside you. he held you close to his bare chest, kissing the top of your head over and over as he, too, couldn’t yet find any words.

minutes passed. it wasn’t until you both could breathe regularly again that he spoke first.

“can i stay?” he asked.

it wasn’t what you were expecting, not that you had any specific you were expecting.

“what?” you blinked up at him in confusion. “like, spend the night?”

“yeah,” he answered. “can i?”

you chuckled, nodding tiredly.

“yeah, of course you can,” you told him.

“okay,” he said, exhaling in relief. “i promise i’ll get up and clean us off in a minute. i just wanna stay in this moment for a little bit longer.”

you had no complaints about that. you, too, wanted to stay in this moment. you wanted to live in it for the rest of time because it felt so good, and so achingly right to be nestled against jake sim’s chest. for him to kissing your head, and playing with your hair, that was what was right.

it was you, not mia.

you were too content. you couldn’t even think about her, though you knew her finding out was inevitable.

but you could deal with it later.

to be continued.

-

hey so would anyone believe me if i told them i wrote this in a day 🤨

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gets visibly distracted whenever you wear anything even slightly revealing. Low cut tops, tight dresses, or even just a thin tank top make him stare shamelessly. He’ll walk into door frames or miss his own lines in practice because his eyes keep drifting back to your chest, later whining in your ear that it’s your fault for being “too tempting.”

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who has turned showering together into a full ritual. He lathers your breasts with way too much soap, massaging them slowly under the hot water with both hands while his mouth follows the trails of suds. It always ends with him on his knees or you pressed against the tiles as he worships them like they’re sacred.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who treats your tits like his personal stress balls. While gaming, watching movies, or even during serious conversations, one hand will slip under your hoodie to gently knead and squeeze them. He claims it helps him focus better, but really he just can’t keep his hands off what he calls “the softest, warmest things on earth.”

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who leaves a constellation of hickeys and love bites all over your chest every single week. He admires his work the next morning, tracing each mark with his fingers and smirking proudly before pulling you closer for another round. He makes sure some are visible enough that you have to wear higher necklines — his subtle way of marking you as his.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who sends you the most shameless texts when he’s away on tour. “Tell the girls I miss them so much,” or “Send me one picture, baby just one. I need them to sleep.” He has a locked folder full of your photos and secretly looks at them before every stage, claiming they give him extra energy.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who becomes the softest, most gentle version of himself when your tits are sore ( PMS, after workouts, etc ) He warms lotion in his hands, gives you slow, careful massages, presses feather light kisses everywhere, and whispers praises like “Even when they hurt, they’re still my favorite part of you. Let me take care of my babies.”

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who loves when you wear his hoodies with nothing underneath. He’ll come up behind you while you’re cooking or cleaning, slip both hands into the front pocket, and just hold your bare tits possessively while resting his chin on your shoulder, humming happily.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who can spend an embarrassingly long time during foreplay and sex just on your chest. He sucks, licks, bites gently, buries his face between them, and motorboats you without shame. You often have to tug his hair and beg him to move lower because he genuinely gets lost in them.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gets playfully jealous of your bras. “They get to hold you and touch you all day while I’m stuck at practice? Criminal.” He’s bought you so many pretty lingerie sets that your drawer is overflowing, each one chosen because “these will look insane on my girls.”

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who falls asleep every single night with his cheek pressed against one breast and a hand cupping the other. It’s his favorite position — warm, soft, and comforting. He says your heartbeat is the best lullaby and that nothing in the world feels safer.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who randomly attacks you with affection. You’ll be reading or on your phone and suddenly he’s lifting your shirt, pressing his whole face into your cleavage, and making exaggerated happy noises until you’re laughing and pulling him closer.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who is lowkey proud of how full and heavy they are. When you complain about back pain or them being sore, he coos and offers endless massages while secretly loving the “more for me” aspect. He celebrates any temporary size changes during your cycle like it’s a personal holiday.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who uses your tits as his personal pillow during movie nights. Halfway through the film he’s already horizontal, head on your chest, one hand lazily playing with a nipple while the movie becomes background noise.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gets possessive in public settings. At dinners or outings with members, he’ll keep you close, an arm around you so his hand can subtly brush or press against your chest. In the car ride home he’s all over you, muttering how he “suffered the whole time trying not to stare.”

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who has an entire whispered vocabulary just for them “my babies,” “the girls,” “my pretty pillows,” “softest heaven.” He uses them unironically in private and it makes your heart ( and other places ) melt every time.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who takes mirror selfies with his face happily smushed between your tits when you’re half asleep. He keeps the best ones as secret phone wallpapers and looks at them with the dopiest smile when he misses you.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who turns aftercare into another worship session. After intense rounds, he’ll pull you against him, push your shirt up, and gently kiss and massage your chest while telling you how perfect you are and how lucky he is.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gets excited every time you try on new clothes. Dressing room “help” always turns into him standing behind you, hands lifting and squeezing your tits while he whispers filthy compliments about how good they look in every outfit.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who believes your tits have actual healing powers. Bad day at work? Headache? He’s pulling you down, face between them, arms wrapped tight around your waist until he’s recharged and convinced you feel better too.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who loves the contrast — seeing his large hands against your soft skin, the way they spill out of his grip, how sensitive they are to his tongue. It drives him crazy every single time.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who has a habit of nuzzling into your chest when he’s feeling clingy or overwhelmed. No words needed — just his face buried there, your fingers in his hair, and the world fades away for a while.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who teases you about how whipped he is but never actually stops. He’ll joke “I’m only dating you for the tits” and then immediately contradict himself by kissing you softly and saying “and because you’re my everything but the tits are a huge bonus.”

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who keeps a secret stash of your worn tops and hoodies on tour because they smell like you and your skin. He hugs them at night when video calls aren’t enough.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gives the most intense eye contact while sucking on your nipples — dark eyes locked on yours, watching every reaction like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gets genuinely offended if you joke about getting a reduction or changing anything about them. “Don’t even think about it. They’re perfect exactly like this made for me.”

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who loves fucking them when you let him. The sight of his cock sliding between your soft, warm tits while you look up at him makes him lose his mind completely.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who ends every long day with the same routine lights low, your shirt pushed up, his head on your chest, one hand possessively holding the other, whispering “I love you” and “thank you for being mine” until he drifts off.

titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who is so obsessed that he genuinely thanks the universe every day for you and your body. He’s convinced they were made specifically for him to love, touch, and worship — and he spends every moment proving it with endless affection, both sweet and filthy.

⭐️ jo’s notes : lowkey guys im going through and i will be slow with the short n sweet updates

His girlfriend was the light of his entire world. It was as if you were the sun and he were your Earth. His world revolved around you at all times, you made him feel like the happiest man alive. Even Jake had to admit it sounded like something straight out of a cheesy 90s rom-com, where the guy was voicing out his internal monologue.

A main character who was loved? Checked. A main character who was also in love? Check. And his girlfriend was the definition of perfect in his eyes? Check. Jake was utterly, hopelessly in love with you, and he would gladly embrace that fact until he died. Now now now, Jake could technically defend himself and say that it wasn’t just him who had said you were literally perfect, it was countless others too!  

He wasn’t the only one who wanted you either, he had caught his own best friend, Heeseung, staring at you multiple times, his eyes clouded with lust. And when Heeseung turned around and caught Jake’s eyes, knowing Jake had seen him ogling at his own girlfriend like she was the last piece of cake at a birthday party, he would just raise one hand in a form of greeting, a fire dancing in his eyes.

And that may have turned Jake on more than anything. One day, he was going to let something slip. One day, Heeseung was going to smile at you like that again and Jake was going to completely forget how to act normal. Jake gave himself three months before he ruined his own life.

He was crawling to his own doom harboring this little secret. It was a ticking time bomb. A prime example of this being now, Jake’s heart hammered against his ribs like it was trying to escape the guilt clawing at his chest. The room was dim, only the soft blue glow of his laptop screen cutting through the darkness. He was supposed to be practicing vocals or answering fan messages, anything but this. Yet here he was, headphones clamped over his ears, laptop propped up on his desk at the perfect angle, the video playing on loop.

On the screen, one lucky girl was getting absolutely railed by two guys. Their hands were everywhere, gripping her hips, squeezing her tits, one of them thrusting deep into her while the other fed his cock between her eager lips. Wet sounds filled his ears, mixed with her muffled moans. Jake’s hand was wrapped tight around his own cock, jerking furiously, thumb swiping over the leaking tip with every upward stroke. His breath came out in short, ragged gasps. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

“Fuck…” he whispered, eyes glued to the way they manhandled her, how she took them both so greedily. The fantasy hit him like a freight train, the same one that always crept in when he was alone. He didn’t want to share you. Not ever. You were his, his sunshine, his everything, the girl who made him laugh until his stomach hurt and kissed him like he was the only man in the world. The thought of another guy actually touching you in real life made his blood boil with possessive jealousy.

But god… the thought of watching?

His grip tightened, fist flying faster along his shaft as the video showed one of the guys flipping the girl onto her back and sliding back inside her while the other knelt beside her face. Jake’s mind betrayed him instantly. He pictured you instead, spread out so pretty on their bed, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure. Another man’s hands on your thighs, spreading you open. Another man’s cock pushing into that tight, perfect heat that belonged to him. You’d look up at Jake the whole time, lips parted, moaning his name like a plea while someone else fucked you senseless.

“Shit—baby…” Jake groaned under his breath, hips bucking up into his fist. The fantasy was filthy and wrong and so fucking hot it made his head spin. He didn’t want to lose you. He wanted to keep you safe in his arms, cherished and loved like the princess you were. But the image of you getting used by someone else while he watched, stroking himself just like this, made his balls draw up tight.

His strokes grew erratic, slick sounds echoing quietly in his room as pre-cum dripped over his knuckles. On screen the girl was crying out, sandwiched between the two men, and Jake imagined your voice doing the same, whimpering, begging, taking everything they gave you while he sat in the corner, cock throbbing in his hand, completely lost in how beautiful you looked falling apart.

He was so close. So fucking close. His free hand gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white. Just as the pressure coiled unbearably tight at the base of his spine, the worst possible sound cut through his headphones. The soft click of the bedroom door opening. Jake froze mid-stroke, eyes wide in pure panic as he looked up.

There you stood in the doorway, holding the takeout bags he’d forgotten about, your expression shifting from cheerful surprise to something unreadable as your gaze flicked from his flushed face… down to his hand still wrapped around his very hard cock… and then to the explicit threesome still playing loudly on his laptop screen.

His death, it turned out, wasn’t a metaphor after all.

Jake slammed his laptop shut so fast the screen nearly cracked, the wet moans cutting off mid-thrust. “Wait, baby! I can explain—” he blurted, voice cracking.

He yanked his pants up in a frantic scramble, nearly tripping over his own feet as he crossed the room in three long strides. His hands landed on your shoulders, warm and slightly shaky, and he pulled you in, pressing a desperate kiss to your temple like he was trying to anchor himself before you vanished.

You were already biting your lip hard, shoulders trembling as you fought back giggles. The takeout bags were still dangling from your fingers, forgotten.

“Aww, Jakey…” you managed, voice sweet and teasing, “I didn’t know you were nasty like that.”

Jake’s face burned crimson. He was still panting, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and straining against the hastily pulled-up sweatpants. “Fuck, I— I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he groaned, forehead dropping to rest against yours. “I just… I’ve always had this fantasy. A threesome. Not, not sharing you for real in a way that I’d lose you. I could never do that. But the thought of watching someone else touch you… fuck you while I watch… it drives me insane, baby. I feel so guilty every time it gets in my head, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You let out a soft, amused huff and gently pushed at his chest, guiding him backwards toward the bed. He let you steer him until the backs of his knees hit the mattress and he sat down heavily. You settled right beside him, close enough that your thigh pressed against his.

“Then what’s stopping you?” you asked, tilting your head with an innocent little smile that didn’t match the spark in your eyes.

Jake froze completely, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Wait… baby, seriously?”

“Yes, Jakey,” you said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off his damp forehead. “Who do you have in mind?”

He gulped hard, Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. His cheeks were still flushed dark, breath uneven as he stared at you like you’d just offered him the moon and stars wrapped in a bow. “Well…” he started, voice low and husky, almost shy. His hand found yours, fingers lacing together tightly. “I’ve noticed Heeseung… eye-fucking you quite a few times, darling. The way he looks at you when he thinks no one’s paying attention. Like he wants to devour you.”

Jake’s grip on your hand tightened, his other hand sliding up your thigh. You hummed absentmindedly, you would have been lying if you said you hadn’t noticed Heeseung before either. He always had his eyes trailing down your body whenever you, Jake and his friends were there. And you would also be lying if you denied the fact that you wouldn’t like Heeseung touching you either. Because the truth was, Heeseung was an attractive man, far too attractive for his own good, and he certainly knew he was handsome, that man was the devil in disguise. 

A slow, mischievous smile spread across your lips as you looked at Jake. “Then let’s make it happen, Jakey.”

His eyes widened, a mix of shock, nerves, and raw arousal flashing across his flushed face. “You’re… you’re really okay with this?”

“More than okay,” you whispered, leaning in to brush your lips against his. “But we do it smart. No rushing. We set the scene.”

You two spent the next few minutes huddled together on the bed, voices low and excited, plotting like teenagers with a filthy secret. The plan was simple but perfect: you’d text Heeseung later saying you needed help with the kitchen sink, it was “suddenly not draining properly” and you didn’t know what to do. Jake would conveniently be “out” for a few hours. You’d call Heeseung, all sweet and helpless, asking if he could come over because “Jakey isn’t home and I just don’t know how to fix it, Hee. Please?”

Jake’s cock twitched visibly in his sweatpants just from talking it through. He kissed you hard, almost desperate, muttering against your mouth how much he loved you, how insane this was, how he couldn’t believe you were really doing this for him, for both of you.

An hour later, you were ready. You’d changed into your tiniest white tank top, the thin fabric clinging to your breasts with no bra underneath, your nipples faintly visible through the material. Paired with the shortest cotton shorts you owned, the ones that barely covered the bottom curve of your ass, riding up every time you moved. Your hair was slightly messy, lips glossy, and you looked every bit the tempting little housewife in distress.

You stood in the kitchen, phone in hand, heart racing with anticipation. After sending Jake a quick text confirming he was “out,” you dialed Heeseung.

He picked up on the second ring. “Hey… Hee?” you said, voice soft and a little pouty. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but the kitchen sink is acting up really bad. It’s not draining at all and water’s everywhere. Jakey isn’t home and I have no idea what to do. Could you please come over? I’d really appreciate it…”

Heeseung’s deep voice came through the line, calm but with a hint of something unreadable. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be there in ten.”

True to his word, Heeseung showed up in under ten minutes. The doorbell rang and you took a slow breath, smirking internally as a thrill shot through your body.

This is really happening. I’m about to get fucked by two of the hottest men I know.

You opened the door, and there he was, Heeseung, tall and broad-shouldered in a simple black t-shirt and gray sweats, hair slightly tousled like he’d run his fingers through it on the way over. His eyes immediately dropped, raking over your body in one long, shameless sweep. From your bare legs, up to the tiny shorts hugging your hips, then higher to where your tank top stretched across your chest. He didn’t even try to hide it. His gaze darkened, jaw tightening for a split second before he forced a casual smile. “Hey,” he said, voice low and smooth, stepping inside. “Sink trouble, huh?”

“Yeah…” You closed the door behind him, biting your lip innocently. “It’s such a mess. I didn’t want to call a plumber this late.”

Heeseung nodded, but his eyes kept drifting, fucking you with just a look. They lingered on the way your nipples poked against the thin fabric, then slid down to the exposed skin of your thighs. He cleared his throat, trying to sound normal as he followed you into the kitchen.

“Show me what’s going on.”

You bent over the sink a little more than necessary, reaching under it to point at the pipes, knowing full well how the shorts rode up, revealing the soft underside of your ass. Heeseung stood right behind you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. His stare burned into you, slow, heavy, hungry. You could practically feel him imagining bending you over this very counter.

“Looks like it might be a clog,” he muttered, voice a little rougher now. His hand brushed your lower back as he leaned in to inspect, the touch lingering a second too long. “You tried plunging it yet?”

“I did, but it didn’t help,” you replied sweetly, glancing back at him over your shoulder. His eyes were locked on your ass, dark and intense, before he quickly looked up to meet your gaze. The tension in the kitchen was suffocating, thick, filthy, unspoken. Heeseung’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and your pulse raced.

He tried to keep the conversation casual, asking about how long it had been happening, if Jake had looked at it before, but every sentence was undercut by the way his gaze kept dropping to your tits, your legs, the way you shifted your weight and let your shorts ride even higher. His breathing was deeper, controlled, but the bulge growing in his sweats wasn’t so subtle anymore.

You straightened up slowly, turning to face him, standing just a little too close. Heeseung didn’t step back. His eyes bored into yours, then flicked down to your mouth, then lower again, drinking in every inch of exposed skin like he was starving. The air crackled. You could feel it, the moment right before everything would change. And internally, you were glowing with wicked excitement.

This is going to be the best fuck of my life.

You kept a hand on his bicep, feeling the hard muscle tense under your fingers as you inched closer, deliberately pressing your body against his. Your breasts brushed his chest through the thin tank top, and you shifted your hips just enough until you felt the unmistakable, thick bulge of his cock pressing right against your lower belly. He was rock hard already.

“Heeseung…” you whispered, voice sweet and breathy, lips barely an inch from his ear, “you seem so tense. What’s up?”

Heeseung closed his eyes for a long moment, jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle ticking. His hands hovered at your waist like he was fighting every instinct not to grab you. Then, with a low, strained groan, he pushed you back slightly, just enough to create a sliver of space between your bodies, but not nearly enough to hide how much he wanted you.

“You’re Jake’s girlfriend,” he rasped, voice rough and dark, eyes still burning as they dropped to your lips, then your barely-covered tits. “I can’t betray him like that. Fuck, I shouldn’t even be looking at you like this.”

A soft, amused smile played on your lips. You didn’t move away. Instead, you let your fingers trail lightly down his arm, feeling the heat rolling off him in waves. “But he wants it too,” you said softly, almost teasingly.

Heeseung’s brows furrowed in confusion, but before he could respond, you called out gently toward the hallway. “Jakey… you can come out now.” There was a beat of silence, then the soft sound of footsteps. Jake emerged from the bedroom, still in his gray sweatpants, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with arousal. He looked between the two of you, at how close you were standing to Heeseung, at the obvious bulge in his friend’s sweats, at the way your tiny outfit left almost nothing to the imagination.

Heeseung stiffened, taking another half-step back, guilt flashing across his face. “Jake… what the fuck is going on?”

Jake swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair as he walked over. He stopped beside you, one arm sliding possessively around your waist, pulling you gently against his side. His voice was low, a little shy but steady. “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” Jake admitted, glancing at you with pure adoration before looking back at Heeseung. “The three of us. I know it sounds crazy, but… I’ve been fantasizing about it for months. Watching you with her. Seeing someone else touch her, fuck her, while I’m right there. I trust you. And she wants it too. We both do.”

Heeseung stared at him, completely stunned, chest rising and falling faster. His eyes flicked back to you, slow, heavy, dripping with barely-contained lust. He drank in the sight of your hard nipples pressing against the thin white fabric, the way your tiny shorts had ridden up your thighs, the slight sheen of excitement already visible on your skin. It was relentless now, like he was seconds away from devouring you whole.

“You’re serious?” Heeseung’s voice was hoarse, almost disbelieving, but the way his cock twitched visibly in his sweats betrayed him. “You actually want me to… with your girlfriend?”

Jake nodded, his hand squeezing your waist tighter. “Yeah. I do. If you’re down.”

The kitchen felt like it was on fire. Heeseung’s gaze dragged over your body again, slower this time, openly filthy, lingering on your lips, your tits, the apex of your thighs like he was already imagining exactly how he was going to ruin you. The tension was thick enough to choke on, heavy with promise and raw, dirty need. Heeseung let out a shaky breath, eyes finally locking onto yours with pure, unfiltered hunger. “Fuck… okay.”

Heeseung didn’t need to be told twice. The second the word “okay” left his mouth, he surged forward, one large hand cupping the back of your neck as his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was hungry, almost desperate, nothing like Jake’s usual sweet affection. Heeseung kissed like he wanted to consume you, tongue sliding against yours with filthy intent. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he tasted you. Jake stood just a few feet away, eyes dark and wide, breathing heavily as he watched his best friend devour his girlfriend’s mouth. His hand unconsciously palmed the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.

Heeseung’s other hand wasted no time slipping under the hem of your tiny tank top, rough palm gliding up your stomach until he cupped one of your breasts. His thumb brushed over your already hard nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth, the sound high and needy. “Fuck, you’re so soft,” Heeseung muttered against your lips before kissing you harder.

He suddenly gripped your waist and lifted you effortlessly, turning and caging you against the kitchen counter. Your ass pressed against the cool edge as he pushed between your legs, grinding his hard cock against your barely-covered core. His mouth left yours only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

You gasped when he yanked your tank top up, exposing your breasts completely. Heeseung’s eyes darkened with raw lust as he stared for half a second before leaning down and sucking one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make your back arch.

“Ah— Heeseung…” you moaned shamelessly, one hand flying to fist tightly in his dark hair, holding him against your chest. Your eyes found Jake’s across the kitchen. He looked completely wrecked, pupils blown, lips parted, chest heaving as he watched Heeseung suck and lick at your tits like a man starved. The sight of your boyfriend so turned on by watching only made you wetter.

You wrapped your legs around Heeseung’s waist, pulling him closer, grinding against the thick ridge of his cock through his sweats. Another loud, shameless moan spilled from your lips as he switched to your other breast, sucking harder, his free hand kneading the one he’d just left. Jake finally moved, closing the distance in two strides. He cupped your face and captured your lips in a deep, possessive kiss, swallowing every moan Heeseung pulled from you. When he pulled back, his voice was raspy and low, thick with arousal.

“Bedroom. Now,” Jake rasped, eyes flicking between you and Heeseung. “Take her to the bedroom.” Heeseung released your nipple with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen. He looked at Jake for a moment, breathing hard, then back at you, his gaze pure sin as he took in your flushed face, messy hair, and glistening, spit-slicked tits. Without a word, Heeseung hooked his hands under your ass, lifting you properly. Your legs stayed locked around his waist as he carried you down the hallway toward the bedroom, Jake following close behind, eyes never leaving the way your body moved against Heeseung’s.

Heeseung kicked the bedroom door open with his foot, the sound echoing through the apartment like a starting gun. Without breaking stride, he carried you straight to the bed and dropped you onto the mattress. You bounced once, breath catching in your throat as you looked up at the two men now hovering over you — tall, flushed, and radiating pure hunger.

Their hands were on you immediately.

Jake grabbed the hem of your tiny tank top and yanked it up and off, while Heeseung hooked his fingers into your shorts and panties, dragging them down your legs in one rough motion. You lifted your hips to help, already soaked and aching. In seconds you were completely naked beneath them, skin prickling under their heated stares.

They stripped themselves just as fast. Shirts tossed aside, sweatpants shoved down. Two hard, beautiful cocks sprang free — Jake’s familiar and leaking, Heeseung’s thicker and slightly longer, the tip already glistening.

For a brief second, Jake and Heeseung panted heavily, eyes locking. A silent, charged moment passed between them — something raw and unspoken — before Heeseung’s gaze slowly dragged down Jake’s body once, taking in his toned frame and throbbing cock. Then, just as quickly, his dark eyes returned to you, burning with filthy intent.

“Fuck… look at her,” Heeseung muttered, voice low and rough.

He wrapped a hand around his thick cock and gave it a few slow, firm strokes, his abs flexing with each movement. Then he leaned over you, knees pressing into the mattress between your spread thighs. He rubbed the swollen, leaking tip of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, teasing your clit with every pass.

You whimpered, hips twitching desperately toward him.

At the same time, Jake crawled up the bed to your side, positioning himself near your head. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, messy kiss, tongue sliding against yours as his hand gripped his own cock, stroking himself slowly while he watched Heeseung tease your dripping pussy.

“You okay, baby?” Jake whispered hotly against your mouth between kisses, his voice shaky with arousal. “Tell us what you want.”

Heeseung’s tip nudged against your entrance, pressing just slightly, making your back arch off the bed as another needy moan spilled from your lips into Jake’s mouth.

“I want both of you,” you gasped against Jake’s lips, voice trembling with need. “Please— I need you both right now.” That was all it took. Heeseung groaned deeply, lined himself up, and slammed into you in one powerful stroke, bottoming out completely. The sudden stretch made you cry out around Jake’s cock as he guided the leaking tip past your lips at the exact same moment.

“Fuck— so tight,” Heeseung growled, eyes rolling back for a second as your walls clenched around his thick length. “She’s sucking me in so fucking good, Jake.”

Jake let out a shaky moan, hips pushing forward as he fed more of his cock into your warm, eager mouth. “That’s it, baby… take us. You look so fucking pretty like this.”

They found their rhythm almost instantly, Heeseung fucking you with deep, steady thrusts that rocked your entire body, while Jake fucked your mouth in perfect sync, his hand gently cradling the back of your head. Heeseung’s hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he drove into you harder. “God, your pussy is perfect. So wet for us already. You love getting fucked by two cocks, don’t you?”

You moaned loudly around Jake’s shaft, the vibrations making him curse and thrust a little deeper. Jake stroked your cheek with his thumb, eyes dark with lust as he watched your lips stretch around him. “Such a good girl… taking him so well. You’re doing so fucking amazing, baby. My perfect girl.”

Heeseung leaned down, sucking one of your bouncing tits into his mouth while pounding into you, his hips snapping relentlessly. “She’s clenching so hard around me. Fuck, Jake, she gets tighter every time you call her a good girl.”

The filthy praise and the feeling of being completely filled from both ends had your head spinning in pleasure. Heeseung’s cock dragged against that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, while Jake’s familiar taste and the way he shallowly fucked your throat made your eyes water with overwhelming sensation.

Jake’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts getting sloppier as he chased his release. He looked down at you with pure adoration and raw lust. “Gonna cum down your throat, baby,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “Want you to swallow every drop like the good girl you are.”

He turned his head to Heeseung, eyes blazing. “Pull out Heeseung. She’s still my girl.” Heeseung let out a dark, strained chuckle, fucking you even harder for a few more punishing strokes before he obeyed. He pulled out with a wet sound, stroking his glistening cock furiously as he knelt beside you.

Jake pushed deep into your throat one last time and came with a broken moan, thick ropes of cum spilling down your throat as you swallowed around him eagerly. “Fuck— yes, baby… just like that.”

At the same time, Heeseung groaned loudly, his cock twitching as he painted your stomach and tits with hot, heavy streaks of cum, marking your skin while Jake finished in your mouth. Both of them were panting hard, eyes locked on your flushed, cum-covered body with pure satisfaction.

Jake pulled his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva and cum connecting your swollen lips to his tip for a second before it broke. You were still panting, chest heaving and glistening with Heeseung’s release, when Jake moved down your body with clear intent.

“My turn, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with possessiveness.

Heeseung shifted to the side, kneeling beside you on the bed. His dark eyes stayed glued to your body, one hand lazily stroking his still-hard cock as he watched. The hunger in his gaze didn’t fade, if anything, it burned hotter now that he was forced to observe.

Jake settled between your spread thighs, pushing them wider apart. He rubbed his cock against your soaked, puffy folds, coating himself in your slick mixed with Heeseung’s earlier efforts.

“Look at you… so fucking messy already,” Jake groaned, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “But you’re still mine.” He pushed in slowly at first, savoring every inch, then sank all the way to the hilt in one smooth thrust. You moaned loudly, back arching off the bed at the familiar stretch. Jake’s cock felt perfect inside you, hot, throbbing, and relentless as he started fucking you with deep, claiming strokes.

“Fuck, she looks so good,” Heeseung rasped, his voice low and rough as he watched intently. His eyes tracked every bounce of your tits, the way your pussy stretched around Jake’s cock, and the slick sounds filling the room. 

Jake’s hips snapped harder, one hand gripping your waist while the other kneaded your cum-covered breast. “That’s right, baby. This pussy belongs to me. Even when he fucks it… it’s still mine.”

He leaned down, kissing you messily, tasting himself on your tongue as he drove into you faster. The wet slap of skin against skin grew louder. Heeseung’s heavy breathing mixed with yours and Jake’s, the tension in the room still electric as he continued stroking himself to the sight.

“You’re taking me so well,” Jake praised against your lips, voice breaking into a moan. “So fucking tight and wet… gonna fill you up, okay? Want you dripping with me.”

You nodded desperately, nails digging into his back as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. Jake’s pace turned punishing, hips slamming against yours until he buried himself deep and came with a broken groan, thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy.

“Fuck— take it all, baby… that’s my good girl.”

He stayed inside you for a few long moments, panting against your neck, before slowly pulling out. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from your used hole. Without hesitation, Jake moved lower, spreading your thighs even wider. Heeseung’s eyes darkened further as he watched Jake lean in and drag his tongue through your folds, licking up his own release mixed with your wetness in long, filthy strokes. Jake moaned softly against your pussy, cleaning you thoroughly with his mouth while his hands held you open.

“So fucking pretty when you’re full of me,” Jake whispered, sucking gently on your clit before licking deeper. “My perfect girl.”

And one thing was certain. This may have been exactly like the plot of a 90s porno movie. But Jake’s secret was also yours now. And Heeseung’s. And it would stay that way. Because this certainly wasn't the last time Heeseung would be coming over. If anything, it was only the beginning

(Masterlist)

With the plastic box tugged under your arm, you typed in the message quickly as you were waiting for the traffic lights to turn green so you could finally rush home. 

you : i got the thing. ill be home in probs like 5 mins.

You couldn't deny the nervousness that took over your body. The lights finally changed, and you snatched the box out from under your arms and threw it in your tote bag. You made your way to the other side of the road with quick steps, getting lost in the big New York crowd. 

Just another busy Friday morning. Every person has a different goal. A different place they go to. Most probably go to work, but who knows? Maybe they are on their way to one of their loved ones in the hospital, or they are going on a date (even though it's eleven in the morning). 

Personally, you were on your way to your new apartment. You freshly moved out of the college dorm to your own apartment, and it was pretty hard to pretend like you felt sad for your roommate while she was sobbing in your arms when you told her the news. The truth was that you were straight up cheesing inside the whole time. You couldn't wait to have your own personal space, without anyone interrupting your study sessions or series binge sessions. But the best part : you finally had enough time to be with your boyfriend alone. 

Jake was your first ever boyfriend, which was a kinda embarrassing thing to admit at the age of twenty. However, you felt like you just entered your youth, even if it was late. You tried to ignore that part. People usually do cringy teenager type of things when they are sixteen, but you missed out on that. 

You weren't the type to complain a lot, but one day you found yourself spilling your heart out to Jake about it while your head was in his lap, his fingers caressing your head as he nodded understandingly. 

That's where the idea came from : the lipsmackers, now tossed in your bag next to your breakfast you got from the bakery on the corner of the street. 

It was Jake’s idea. He said, and I quote “We should start doing those ‘cringy’ things, then” 

You wanted to say ‘no’ so bad, because still, you are in college, a twenty year old independent woman who has a successful career in front of her. You almost did say no, but thinking it through, it can't hurt, right? 

So, Jake made you write a list of things you missed out on when you were a teenager. The things your friends would brag about to you, knowing damn well you are a lonely loser. The things that made you so insecure you couldn't stop scratching your arms. 

Lip Smackers were on top of the list. It was so nostalgic, at a time they were all over the stores. Well, you never had anyone to do it with. Until now.

You push down the bell next to your apartment door. Jake should be there, because he spent last night with you. You binged all the three Maze Runner movies, and neither of you noticed how much the time passed. By the time you finished, it was already four am. 

Soon, the door opens and the most gorgeous boy you have ever seen in your life smiles at you. Then he steps closer and wants to press a kiss on your lips, but you stop him.

“Remember, no kissing” you say, teasingly. You and Jake decided to not kiss until you got the lipsticks. It was anticipating, because you made the list two days ago, and you kiss, like, all the time. 

He rolls his eyes, but the corners of his lips are tugging upwards “Someone is strict” he comments, leading you in the apartment and closing the door behind you.

You set your bag down by the table, pulling your breakfast and the plastic box out of it. Jake glances at it, then his eyes find you again. “So? When do we start? I don't think I can handle another day without kissing you” 

He steps closer, grabbing you by your waist. And he moves dangerously close, his lips breezing your skin ever so slightly. 

You look up at him, smiling “We can do it now”

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You fiddle with the box a bit before you can open it, your hands shaking. Jake is sitting on the bed in front of you, and you could tell he just can't wait, because his back is perfectly straight and he has his hands on his knees as they are crossed. 

Your heart is thumping in your chest. You don't even know how to play this game properly. It sounds so dumb — a grown woman being anxious to play a kissing game with her boyfriend. It's straight up ridiculous. But the lipsticks bring back so many memories, and most of them being bad, you just can't help your feelings. 

When you finally manage to get the lipsticks out of the box, you look up at Jake.

“Okay. Cover your eyes. And don't cheat” You tell him, and he nods as he lowers his head and buries his head in his hands.

You look down at the six different lipsticks, indicated in vivid colors. You end up picking the sprite one first. As you apply it on your lips, you taste it a little bit, the sweet flavor getting on your tongue. It tastes horrible, like every candy from the 2000s. It's not much of a surprise.

You throw the green bottle back to the other ones, mixing them together.

“You can look now,” You insist. 

Jake looks up faster than the speed of light, his eyes landing on your glistening lips. He's so freaking cute when he's all excited but can't get what he wants yet. 

You smile softly “You are really excited”

“I am” he doesn't deny it, he gets on his knees so he can crawl towards you. 

He moves slowly, almost hesitant like it's your first kiss ever. Like it's his first kiss ever. He gulps nervously, Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat. Jake leans down and presses his soft lips onto yours. He doesn't move at first, and you don't either, because you have no idea what to do.

After a few moments, you feel his tongue darting out and licking your bottom lip. He grabs onto your shoulders and pulls you closer to taste it better, but his tongue only licks your lips and he's very careful with it.

He pulls back, looking up for a moment. “Hm” he humms, thinking “I think… Sprite? Maybe?”

You nod heavily, feeling your cheeks getting red. “You got it right on the first try. That's good” 

“Alright, next one” He hurries, lowering his head again.

You let out a small laugh, picking out the next lipstick. You hesitate for a moment, should it be Coca Cola or Fanta? Coca cola is an iconic flavor, he would get it fast, meaning he wouldn't kiss you for long… But Fanta is his favorite. Maybe he would get that even faster.

But again, Fanta is his favorite. Bingo.

You pick up the neon orange bottle with more confidence now, smearing it all over your lips. Once. Then twice. Then thrice. 

“I'm done” You smile and close your eyes, this game is so fun after all. 

You keep your eyes closed but hear the bed creaking under his weight as he crawls closer again. He's so so slow, it makes you want to pull him closer as fast as possible. It feels like he's doing it on purpose.  

He leans down, your eyes are still closed. You feel his hot breath hitting your skin, your slick lips offered to him. His lips feel softer this time on yours, he kisses you like he's trying to hold back. You know it, it happened before. It makes you feel a little more excited, knowing he's trying his best to control himself.

He licks your lips again. Once, then twice. Jake tilts his head slightly and licks your lips once again, this time he licks into your mouth. It's a bit awkward, he’s hesitant with it, but you let him. His hands find the side of your burning hot cheeks, and he tilts your head upwards for more availability. The angle feels better now, and you straight up make out at this point. His tongue finds yours continuously, and his lips are moving hungryly on yours. 

He kneels between your legs, but you feel him crawl closer, gesturing you to move back. And you do, until your back hits the bedframe. The kiss never breaks, his movements are far away from hesitant. Jake moves his hands from your cheeks to your waists, squeezing it slightly.

“This one is… good…” he manages to spit out, then he dives onto the softness of your lips again. 

Jake bites down your bottom lip, and you can't stop a small moan from getting out. You let your hands wander and you ran them through his soft brown hair, grabbing onto the back of his head to push him closer. 

His hands feel hot against your skin as he pushes your shirt upwards. 

He breaks the kiss, and you finally open your eyes to meet his. His pupils are blown wide and his whole face is red like he's tipsy, drunk on your lips. Not to talk about his glossy lips, the lipstick messily smeared all around his mouth, some of it on his cheeks. 

“Can I take this off?” He asks softly, tugging your shirt.

You nod and help him, then your eyes flick to his yellow-black striped shirt. A silent gesture, but he gets what you want immediately and takes it off. He tosses both of the shirts aside and fiddles with his zipper. Your eyes track his every movement. 

“Fuck” he cusses when he finally unbuttons his jeans and pulls it down, throwing it aside.

The next thing you know is that he’s on your neck, sucking on the smooth skin. It will probably leave marks later. 

He works his way down with his mouth, and you take a deep sigh before you look down at his back, watching how his back muscles flex with every movement, every time he leans lower and every time he moves his hands on your hips.

“Jake… Please” you beg. He looks up at you, his fingers hooking onto your pants as he pulls them down without teasing.

His tone is soft when he asks “Please what, angel?” 

You swallow, squirming in your place “I want you”

He smirks up, and moves back up to kiss you. As he kisses you, he still feels the vague taste of the Fanta on his tongue. He grinds his hips down, you feel his bulge against your panties, fabric to fabric.

“What do you want from me? Be specific?” He tilts his head, looking at you with those big puppy eyes.

You are sure you are about to melt. Why is he soft and cute, but also so handsome and hot at the same time? How is that possible?

You lick your lips, looking down at his body hovering above you. “I want you inside of me, please, Jake” you whisper. 

He smiles, grinding down again. His bulge presses to your wet panties, the fabric is — gosh — so thin. 

“Hm, what a nasty girl…” he mumbles, kissing on your cheek. “I gotta prepare you for that, then, because I don't think you can take it right away”

He drags a line with his index finger  across your chest, between your breasts, across your stomach, and then he plays with the lace of your panties for a while. Jake sees the anticipation on your face, and it makes him nearly laugh. He ends up letting out a small giggle as he pulls the panties down. 

How could he ever tease you rudely when you look at him so softly? 

He circles on your wet clit, and you let your head fall back on the bedframe. When you are about to catch your breath and get yourself together, you feel two of his long fingers sliding inside your dripping hole. Your hand flies to grab his muscular arm, letting out a moan. 

“Jake!” you scream when he curls his fingers inside, just the right way. He moves them fastly, setting up a rhythm. You clench around his fingers, the stretch makes you see stars when he scissors his fingers impatiently.

As he plumps his fingers inside with his right hand, he holds you in place with his other one, his thumb caressing your stomach. 

When you are about to burst, your mind going dizzier than ever, he pulls his fingers out. 

You take deep breaths, chest rising and falling heavily. He moves his hand up to your face and pushes his fingers inside of your mouth suddenly, forcing you to suck on them. Your mind is already so fucked up that you just do whatever he tells you to do. “Good…good girl” he mumbles, the sight of you sucking on his digits and tasting yourself turning him on more than it should be.

“Do you think you are ready now?” Jake asks but he's already pulling his boxers down, out of breath.

You nod, and watch him as he reaches to the bedside table and pulls out a condom and lube. He rolls up the condom and smears lube over his cock, making it slippery. Jake lines up against your entrance and he sucks his breath in as he pushes in. He always does this, you’ve noticed it already. 

You moan as your muscles tense, grabbing the sheets next to you to keep yourself steady. He stops, a small whine leaving his mouth.

“Are you okay?” He eyes you up and down, and his gaze sets on your face. You look at him, your eyes half lidded and your gaze hazy. 

“Yeah” you breath, barely audible. 

But Jake hears it, and he starts to move slowly. Even though he stretched you out with his fingers, you still feel like your walls are about to break at any moment.

You arch your back as he pushes again and bottoms out slowly. You feel him slightly shaking, a sign that he's still trying to control himself. 

His shaky breaths caresses your skin. 

“Jake” you mumble out, and he immediately looks at you. “You can go faster” you add.

You don't need to tell him twice, he picks his pace up and starts going in a faster rhythm, kneeling up on the bed so he can fuck inside you deeper. 

You moan out his name as he spreads your legs wider and lifts your hips. This angle makes it better to reach your G spot with every thrust, his movements getting smoother, the lube helping him out a lot. 

“So pretty and tight for me” Jake digs his nails onto your calves and moves them around his waist, gesturing you to lock them around him so he can get deeper. And you do it, trying to ignore the fact that your legs are beginning to give up and tremble.

Jake moves effortlessly in and out of you, and you open your teary eyes to look up at him, watching as he bites down his bottom lip. His muscles tense and flex with every move, and he keeps his eyes on your smooth wetness between your legs. The lube is mixed with your juices by now, and he can't get enough of the sight.

The bed creacks every time he bottoms out, the bed frame hitting the wall progressively. You grab the sheets like your life depends on it, the lipsticks slowly rolling to the edge of the bed until they fall down on the floor with a thud. 

You feel how you are falling apart slowly, your legs are undeniably trembling. Jake moves his hands from under your thighs to the curve of your ass, caressing in slightly. 

“Take it” he commands, thrusting hard. 

“Shit, Jake I’m going to—” without being able to finish the sentence, it happens. It's so sudden that you don't even realize what happens. 

Not until Jake stops his movements and pulls out. He leans down and presses a kiss on your neck, giggling “I didn't know I could make you squirt” 

You widen your eyes, the adrenaline still rushing through your body when you look down at your legs. Jake kneels up again and starts to stroke himself, looking at your pussy being covered in your juices you squirted out. Jake is also covered in it, his dick and abdomen glistering. 

Jake whimpers as he strokes himself, biting down his bottom lip. He comes into the condom with a whine escaping his lips a few moments later. He spanks your cunt with his dick, slightly pushing it between your wet folds. Then, he collapses onto the bed and steadies himself by putting his palms next to you on the bed. 

You are still dizzy and high by your enormous orgasm, probably your biggest one yet. You are also kinda shocked and embarrassed by how you ruined the sheets, but it seems like Jake isn't bothered by it. 

He lays down next to you, exhausted. You both turn to look at each other on the bed, just watching each other gasping for air. 

“I'm… sorry” you say after a few silent minutes, referring to the way your sheets are all wet now.

“Sorry? You don't have to be sorry” Jake smiles at your awkwardness. “This was probably our best session yet, if you’d ask me”

You can't help but smirk at that. “Yeah?”

Jake nods “Yes. Next time we play this guessing game we should spice it up a little”

You cock an eyebrow “Spice it up? This wasn't spicy enough?” 

“What I mean is that next time you should put it on your other lips” 

Your jaw nearly drops, and you hit his arm playfully. You try to hide how the idea doesn't make you disgusted at all, no, you will probably even think of it more than you should later. 

“You are such a freak, Jake Sim”

“But you love it” he leans closer, pressing a kiss on your forehead.