ikeubaekgu

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ۫ 𓈒 DESIRE────UNLEASHED ♩

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾

警告 : smut, virginity loss, whiny hoon, blowjob, p in v, unprotected sex, fwb(?), he's such a loser i love him 1904 for my sub enha truthers @byshens and @kikidoul. a hoonstqr fic without any degradation?! *gasps dramatically* lowk dont like this but fuck it we ball

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“you’re still a virgin?!” you exclaimed, your voice bouncing off the walls of sunghoon’s cluttered room.

his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, eyes darting around like a trapped animal looking for an escape. “yes,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own racing heart.

you leaned back against the pillows, a smirk playing on your lips as you studied him. his hands were fidgeting in his lap, and you couldn't help but wonder what it was about you that made him so nervous. “why are you so jumpy?” you asked teasingly.

sunghoon took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “i just... i don’t know how to do this,” he stuttered.

“do what?”

sunghoon’s eyes widened as he stared at you, his voice quivering. “this...this kind of thing,” he said, gesturing awkwardly between the two of you.

“you mean sex?” you said, as your smirk grew wider. you had a feeling that sunghoon was more than just a little inexperienced, but you didn’t realize he was a virgin. this was going to be interesting.

his eyes grew even wider, if that was possible. “y-yes,” he whispered, his voice so faint it was almost lost in the quiet hum of the air conditioner.

you leaned forward as you placed a gentle hand on his knee. he jolted at the contact, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction. “don’t worry,” you assured him, your voice smooth and comforting. “i’ll take it slow. we’re just friends, right?”

sunghoon nodded, his knee felt like it was made of jello under your touch, and you could feel the tension radiating from his body.

you slid your hand up his thigh, watching his face closely for any signs of discomfort or objection. his breath hitched, but he remained still, his eyes locked onto yours. the fabric of his sweatpants grew tight as your hand reached the apex of his thighs, and you felt his erection growing beneath your fingertips. “see?” you whispered. “there’s nothing to be nervous about.”

sunghoon’s cheeks burned as he nodded, his eyes glazed over with a mix of excitement and fear. you gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze before sliding your hand away, giving him a moment to collect himself. “how about we start with something simple?” you suggested, standing up and moving closer to him. “like kissing?”

his pupils dilated, and he swallowed hard. “k-kissing?” he stuttered, his voice hoarse.

you nodded, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “yeah,” you whispered, closing the distance between you. “just a kiss. to get us started.”

sunghoon’s breathing grew shallower as you leaned in, his eyes closing instinctively. when your lips met, it was like a spark had ignited between you. his body jerked, but you held firm, your arms sliding around his neck as your mouths melded together. your tongue slipped past his trembling lips, and you felt his whole body shiver in response.

his hands hovered in the air for a moment before finally settling on your hips, pulling you closer as he tentatively kissed you back. the kiss grew messier, more desperate, as your tongues danced together, exploring every inch of each other's mouths. your teeth clicked against his, and you felt his hard cock pressing against your stomach. he moaned softly, and the sound was like music to your ears.

you grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging gently as you deepened the kiss, your other hand sliding up to cup his cheek. his whimpers grew louder, and you felt a smug satisfaction knowing you were the one making him feel this way. your mouth left a trail of wet kisses down his jaw and neck, and his breath hitched as your teeth grazed his skin. sunghoon’s hands tightened around your hips, his nails digging in slightly as he tried to control his urges.

eventually, you pulled away, both of you panting and flushed. you looked into his eyes, dark with lust, and smirked. “now, i want you to show me how you jerk off,” you murmured, your voice low and seductive. sunghoon’s eyes widened, and he blinked rapidly, as if trying to process your words. “w-what?” he stuttered, his voice a high-pitched squeak.

“i want to know what you do when you think about me.” 

his hands trembling slightly. slowly, he reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, his eyes never leaving yours as he revealed his hard, throbbing erection.

fuck. he was big, no, huge. his dick was standing at full attention, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of it. “go ahead,” you said, your voice thick with lust. “touch it.”

sunghoon’s hand shook as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. his thumb brushed over the slit, spreading the precum around the head. you watched, mesmerized, as he began to stroke himself, his movements jerky and uncertain. his breathing grew ragged, and he bit his lip to stifle his moans.

the precum was slick on your fingers as you reached out and touched him, feeling the warm, velvety skin of his cock. sunghoon’s eyes shot open, and he gasped at the sensation of your hand on him. you took over, matching the rhythm of his own touch. you felt his dick throb in your hand, and knew he was close.

“fuck,” he whispered, his hips bucking slightly. you could feel the heat of his cum spurt into your hand as you stroked him. sunghoon’s body went limp. his cheeks were a deep scarlet, and his eyes were squeezed shut tight. “i-i’m sorry,” he stuttered, his voice shaking. “i didn’t mean to...i couldn’t…”

“shh, it's okay,” you cooed, leaning in to kiss his cupid's bow. “that was pretty hot.” 

his eyes flew open, meeting yours. “really?”

“really, you’re so sensitive, it’s adorable.”

“i-i guess,” he mumbled, his voice still shaky.

you smirked, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the bed. “let’s see how quickly you can cum again.”

sunghoon’s eyes widened in surprise as you straddled his thighs. you reached down and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned abs and a well defined v-cut.

you leaned in and kissed his neck, feeling his pulse quicken beneath your lips. your chest brushed against his bare chest, and he gulped, his hands hovering around your waist. “touch me,” you whispered. 

his trembling hands slid up your shirt, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above your waistband. you arched your back, pushing your tits into his chest, and felt his erection twitch in response. “like this?” he asked, his voice shaking with anticipation.

you nodded, biting your lip as you felt his hands move up to cup your breasts. “uh-huh,” your eyes clamped shut as he squeezed gently. his thumbs brushed over your nipples, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. his touch was clumsy, but earnest, and it was turning you on more than you cared to admit.

you pulled your shirt off over your head, tossing it aside. your bra followed, and sunghoon’s eyes went wide at the sight and his breathing grew heavier. you could feel his cock throb against your thigh.

“you like that?”

you whispered against his ear, your breath hot and tickling the sensitive skin there. sunghoon’s nod was jerky, his eyes squeezed shut as if he was trying to hold onto the last threads of his sanity.

he was still hard and glistening from his previous orgasm. you couldn’t resist taking it in your hand again, feeling the rough skin and the way it filled your palm so perfectly.

you straddled his hips, his erection poking against your thigh. “do you want me to ride you?” sunghoon's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilating even further. “r-ride me?” he stammered.

you smirked, your hands sliding down to grip his cock once again. “yeah,” you murmured, your voice dripping with desire. “wanna feel you inside me.”

sunghoon’s eyes rolled back in his head as you lined him up with your entrance, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “p-please,” he whimpered, his hips bucking slightly.

you smirked as you slid down onto his length. he was so thick that it took some effort to take him all in, but the way he filled you up was exquisite. you threw your head back, a moan tearing from your throat as your body adjusted to the new sensation. “fuck,” you breathed out, the word echoing in the quiet room.

sunghoon’s eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth clenched as he tried to hold back his own moans. he knew it hurt women when they lost their virginity, but the way his cock felt being squeezed so tightly was a pain unlike any other. it was a mix of pleasure and pain, like a delicious agony that had him panting and writhing beneath you.

his eyes rolled back in his head and his teeth clenched as he felt you stretch around him. his hands dug into your hips, urging you to move faster, deeper. you began to rock back and forth, feeling his cock hit all the right spots inside of you. each movement sent waves of pleasure through your body.

the pain was intense for sunghoon, but the way you were gripping him so tightly, he’d never felt anything so incredible, so all-consuming. he could feel the head of his cock rubbing against your cervix, and it was driving him wild.

his hips bucked up to meet your movements, his body begging for more. you leaned down, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, your tongue delving into his mouth as if you were claiming him. your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and he couldn’t help but whimper into your mouth.

he’d heard about it from his friends, and saw it on twitter, but nothing had prepared him for the reality of it. the way your tight cunt gripped him like a vise was both agonizing and incredible. every inch of his cock was enveloped in your warm, wet heat, and it was a sensation that was driving him to the brink of madness.

his hips jerked upward, meeting your movements with a desperate need to be deeper. the pressure was building, and he could feel his balls tightening.

“y-you’re so...tight,” he stuttered, his eyes squeezed shut. you could see the veins in his neck bulging with the effort of holding back. his body tensed and his grip on your hips tightening as he felt his orgasm approaching. he threw his head back, as he came inside of you. the feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that his vision swam with white heat.

you watched him, your own arousal spiking at the sight of his pleasure. his cock pulsed and throbbed, sending spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into your cunt. your walls clenched around him, eager to milk every drop from him.

your moans grew louder, your body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. sunghoon’s eyes widened in surprise as he felt your pussy clench around him, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm.

you collapsed onto his chest, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. sunghoon’s heart hammered against your chest, and you could feel his cum trickling out of you. “you really are a quick shot.”

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[ikeubaekgu]

⠀⠀⠀𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 (⠀✿⠀) 너를 향한 맘은 변하지 않았는데

𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 : 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 ◟ 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 ❛ 연인인 듯 연인 아닌 연인 같은 너 𓂋ㅤ 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝟢𝟫 cherie ── ᐢ..ᐢ if love were to bloom, i would see it in your eyes ( roses ) ྀིྀི

⠀⠀• belle âme ㅤ ❛❛    ─────── love's to give ⠀ ‎𝐢𝐢. in milan ❁ 사랑 flowers have kissed your skin

𝟬𝟬𝟏 ㅤ( " 诗人 . 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ) 𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗓 𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗆𝗈𝗂 ⠀/⠀𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 [ 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖤 ] 𝐕𝐈 . the production of the human angels. 樱桃'𝑠 ⟡ 𝑡𝑜𝑖 𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑖. 𝟢𝟪 · ( ʾʿ 𝑦𝑒𝑛𝑞𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙 )

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[ikeubaekgu]

ㅤ ㅤㅤ۫ 𓈒 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧’𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘 ♩

ㅤ [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 ] ⟡ 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾

警告 : nsfw, finger fucking, pet names usage, very heavy degradation, tit fucking, blowjob, age gap(jake and hoon), edging, reader’s a slut for hoon(im reader) 4063 special tag for @ghstzzn for helping me with jake’s part. miss u sm my pretty vampire gf TT

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LEE HEESEUNG ⟡ BROTHER'S BEST FRiEND

heeseung’s hands roam around your waist, pulling you flush against him. the kitchen island pressed into your back. your brother, aka, his ride or die, jeno, lay oblivious on the couch, dead to the world. “easy, angel,” he breaths, his voice a low vibration. “wouldn’t wanna wake your brother,"

his hand slides further up, reaching the clasp of your bra. with nimble fingers, he unhooks it, letting the fabric fall away. your breasts spill out, nipples hardening at the sudden coolness of the air. without wasting a second, he bends his head to claim one with his mouth. you gasp, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through you. his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud before biting hard, making your legs wobble.

next his mouth was on yours, kissing you like he owned you. like he had every right to do this, here in your own home, with jeno just a room away. the thrill of it all made you dizzy, but you didn’t care. he knew exactly what he was doing, and you were powerless to resist. your hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling him closer.

his fingers slip inside your skirt, brushing against the silky fabric of your panties. you feel your heart skip a beat, but before you could react, he finds the wetness that has pooled there. “my pretty little slut, so, so wet for me.” he whispered against your mouth, his voice thick with lust. your breath hitched as he slid a finger along the length of your slit, teasing you, building the tension.

he pushes aside the fabric, exposing you to his greedy gaze. heeseung’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your wet, glistening pussy. “do you like it? knowing that your brother could wake up any minute now,” he utters, awe and satisfaction in his voice. his thumb began to circle your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.

your eyes rolled back, and you had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming. heeseung’s touch was like liquid fire, burning through any semblance of control you had left. his voice was a low rumble in your ear, “shhh, be quiet, angel,” he murmurs, his own arousal pressing against your thigh. his fingers began to move, sliding in and out of you, setting a rhythm that made your knees threaten to buckle. the sound of skin on skin filled the kitchen, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. you clench around his fingers, eager for more, trying desperately not to make a sound.

his other hand grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing it roughly as his mouth trailed kisses down your neck. the pressure built, tightening in your core, and you felt your toes curl in your shoes. your nails dug into his shoulder, leaving little half-moons in his skin, but he doesn't flinch. instead, he just smirks against your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. 

his fingers move faster, the sound of your wetness growing louder with every stroke. your eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus on anything but his touch, the fact that your brother was just a few feet away. but it was impossible. heeseung’s fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. your breaths came in gasps, your body trembling against his.

your orgasm crashes into you, stealing your breath. your body tightens around his hand, muscles clenching as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. your nails dig deeper into his shoulder, your legs giving out. heeseung holds you up, chuckling darkly against your skin as you ride out the climax. “my dirty little angel.”

PARK JONGSEONG ⟡ OFFiCE ROMANCE

09:37

the clock on the wall stares back at you, mocking your punctuality. you knew you were late and knew the consequences that came with it. your heart races as you approach his office door, the cold metal handle feeling slick under your clammy palm.

“you’re late, ms y/n.”  jay’s voice cuts through the air like a knife, making you jump. his eyes are fixed on the paperwork scattered across his desk, his mind already thinking how to ‘punish’ you. your stomach flips as you remember the unspoken rules of your office arrangement.

you swallow hard, stepping into the room, the door clicking shut behind you. “i-i’m sorry, mr. park,” you stammer, trying to gather your wits. jay doesn’t look up, his fingers tapping impatiently on the gleaming wood surface.

“seems like you need to be punished,” he utters with a lazy smirk. your face flushes at the thought of your ‘punishment’, a thrill of fear and arousal shooting through you. his eyes finally meet yours, dark and demanding, as he leans back in his chair.

“get down on your knees for me,” jay commands, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. you hesitate for a brief second, the office suddenly feeling hot and stifling. your knees wobble as you lower yourself to the plush carpet, the fabric of your skirt riding up slightly. his gaze never leaves yours as he continues to speak. “now, unbutton your shirt. let's see what you’re hiding underneath.”

your fingers shake as you fumble with the buttons, one by one they pop open, revealing the lacy white bra. the fabric clings to your sweat damp skin, your nipples already hard with anticipation. jay’s eyes drift down to your chest, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “good girl,” he murmurs, the praise sending a jolt straight to your core.

but then, his mood shifts. “now, the belt,” he says, his tone a mix of impatience and amusement. “use your teeth.” you blink, unsure if you heard him correctly. your teeth graze the leather of his belt, the metal buckle cool against your skin.

you fumble awkwardly at first, your breathing shallow and erratic. jay’s eyes never leave yours, the smirk growing into a full-blown smile as he watches your struggle. his pants are tight, the fabric straining around the growing bulge.

you work the belt through the loops of his pants, the leather sliding against your skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. the tension in the room is palpable, the sound of the belt being unbuckled echoing in the silence like a gunshot. your heart thuds in your chest as you pull it free.

“now, the zipper,” jay says, his voice a little raspy. you lean in, your breath hot on his crotch as you grip the metal tab between your teeth. you tug it down, the sound seemingly amplified in the quiet. his erection springs free, thick and hard, making you gasp slightly.

his hands are busy stroking the back of your neck, his hand sliding down to cup your cheek. “now, suck it,” he commands, his grip tightening. you look up at him, eyes wide and questioning. his smile turns predatory, “what are you waiting for?”

you lean in, your trembling hands wrapping around the base of his shaft, guiding it towards your parted lips. the scent of his arousal filling your nose as you tentatively take him in. his hand moves to the back of your head, pushing you closer, his hips rolling slightly as he fucks your mouth.

his grip on your hair tightens, pulling you deeper, until you feel the tip of his cock nudge the back of your throat. you gag, your eyes watering, but the sound he makes—half groan, half grunt—spurs you on. your tongue swirls around the head, tasting the salt of his pre-cum, and you can't help the little moan that escapes you.

you suck harder, your cheeks hollowing out as you take him in, feeling his length throb and pulse with every stroke. your hands move to grip his hips, steadying yourself as he starts to thrust into your mouth. the papers on his desk rustle as his chair moves back with the force of his movements, knocking over a pen that clatters to the floor.

his breathing changes, growing ragged and uneven. you can feel him getting closer, his thighs tense, his hips bucking upward. your eyes water as you try to keep up with his tempo, your jaw starting to ache. and then, just as you think he's going to come, he pulls out with a smack of wet flesh.

“hands on your tits,” he orders, his voice gruff and thick with desire. you obey immediately, cupping your breasts, pushing them together. jay’s eyes never leave yours, the smirk on his face turning into a wolfish grin as he watches you.

you feel his hands on your shoulders, guiding you up until your breasts are at the perfect height for his cock. with a sneer of satisfaction, he pushes the head between your cleavage. your eyes widen as he starts to fuck them, the friction hot and intense.

his cock glides over your sensitive skin, smearing pre-cum and your saliva along the way. your nipples are hard and sensitive. you whimper, the pressure building in your chest, your body trembling from the sheer force of his movements.

his eyes widen and his grip tightens. “oh, fuck,” he groans, and you know he’s close. your breath hitches as you brace yourself, your eyes locked on his, watching as his pupils dilate, his expression one of pure carnality. with a final, brutal thrust, jay pulls his cock out from between your tits and strokes it once, twice, before he cums all over your tits, painting them with thick ropes of white.

you watch in a daze as he comes down from his high, his breathing returning to normal, his grip on your head loosening. he looks at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. “clean up,” he says, tossing a tissue box onto the desk with a thud.

you blink, coming back to reality, your knees still on the floor, your mouth feeling bruised and swollen. your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as you reach for the box with shaky hands. jay leans back in his chair, watching you with a smug expression, while dressing himself up. 

“remember your lesson, ms. y/n,” he says, his voice a low purr. 

SIM JAEYUN ⟡ CHAEBOL READER w. SELF DEFENSE TRAiNER

“are you listening to me?” jake’s voice pierces through the static in your thoughts. “you need to pay attention if you want to learn anything,” he says, his tone a mix of irritation and concern.

you glare at him, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “why do i even have to be here? i can take care of myself.”

jake’s expression remains unyielding. “because your father is worried about you, and he wants you to be prepared.” he steps closer, his eyes searching yours. “and because, whether you like it or not, you're in danger. you need these skills.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “right. because a month of self-defense classes will totally save me from some crazed stalker or kidnapper.” you’ve had enough of his patronizing tone and the sweat trickling down your back. “i’ve got better things to do with my time than play pretend.”

what pisses jake more is that you’re so fucking pretty. so, so pretty, with those doe eyes and pouty lips that curl into a smirk every time you challenge him. and you’re such a fucking brat. the way you roll your eyes, the way you argue with every instruction. it’s like you're begging for it, begging for him to show you who’s in charge. but he’s your trainer, and he can’t cross that line. not even when you strut into the training room in those tight leggings that hug your ass like a second skin.

you notice his gaze lingering and your cheeks heat up. there’s something in his eyes that makes you feel both exposed and intrigued. you’ve never had to work so hard for anything, especially not the attention of a man like jake. he’s strong, capable, and obviously not impressed by your wealth or your attitude. you decide to push a little harder, to get under his skin.

you saunter over to the punching bag, hips swaying, and throw a half-hearted punch. jake’s hand shoots out, catching your wrist in a firm grip. “that’s not how you do it,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your neck as he steps in behind you. his other hand guides your fist into a proper position, his body pressing against your back. “you need to put some power behind it,” he whispers.

his proximity sends a jolt of electricity through you, and your heart starts to race. his muscular chest is like a wall at your back, his arms caging you in. you can feel the tension in the air thicken as his grip on your wrist tightens slightly. for a moment, you think he might kiss you, but instead, he steps away, leaving you panting. “again,” he says, his voice low and commanding.

you’re aware of every inch of space between you, every shift of his weight, every subtle flex of his muscles. your mind is racing with thoughts of what it would be like to have him touch you, to feel his strength crushing against you, but you know it's wrong. you know you can’t have him, but your body doesn’t care about rules.

you throw the punch again, and this time, it’s not half-hearted. it’s fueled by frustration and a strange, pulsing need that you’ve never felt before. your fist connects with the bag, the sound echoing through the room. jake’s eyes widen slightly, and you know you’ve surprised him.

his grip on your wrist tightens again, his hand sliding down to yours, his fingers lacing through yours to correct your stance. your breath hitches as your bodies touch, the heat from his palm searing into your skin. “you're getting there,” he murmurs, his voice closer than it should be.

you can feel his breath on your neck, his chest rising and falling with every exhale. the smell of him, musky and masculine, is intoxicating. you lean back slightly, feeling his abs tense beneath his shirt. “what are you doing?” he asks, his voice tight. 

you look up at him through your lashes, a coy smile playing on your lips. “just trying to get it right,” you whisper, your voice a seductive purr. you throw another punch, but this time you let your body follow through, your back arching into him. jake’s grip on you tightens, his hand sliding down to your waist.

his eyes darken, his pupils dilating as he takes in the sight of your body. “you’re playing with fire, you know that?” he says, his voice a gruff warning.

you laugh, a throaty, taunting sound. “what’s the point of playing if you’re not going to get burned?” your hand slips down to his, pressing his palm closer to the curve of your hip. jake’s jaw tenses, his eyes flickering with something raw and primal.

suddenly, the room feels smaller, the air thicker. you’re aware of every beat of your heart, every inch of your skin that’s touching his. the tension is unbearable, a coil tightening in your stomach, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the exertion of the workout. jake’s hand slides lower, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of your stomach.

you whirl around to face him, your eyes locking on his, the challenge in them unmistakable. without a word, you lean up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that's hungry, demanding. he resists for a moment, but then his arms are around you, pulling you closer, his kiss deepening. the punching bag is forgotten, the training room a blur as all you can focus on is the feel of him.

his hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair, holding you in place as he devours your mouth. you can feel his desire, the way his body responds to yours, the proof of it pressing against your stomach. your need spirals out of control as he lifts you, setting you on the workout bench behind you. his mouth trails down your neck, nipping and sucking, leaving a trail of heat that makes you moan.

your hands roam over his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your fingertips. you tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin. jake’s own hands are busy, sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you closer. your legs wrap around his waist, urging him to get even closer. the fabric of your leggings is the only barrier between you, and you can feel how much he wants to rip it away.

his kisses turn more urgent, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands wander to the button of your pants. the sound of it popping echoes through the room, and you gasp as he slides them down your hips. your skin is on fire, every inch of you aching to be touched. jake’s mouth leaves your neck, and you feel a brief moment of cold before it’s replaced by the hot press of his skin.

his shirt is the next to go, tossed aside as your hands roam over the planes of his chest, feeling the warmth and strength beneath. your bra is next, discarded in the frenzy as his mouth finds your breasts, his teeth grazing over your sensitive nipples. you moan, arching your back to give him better access, your hands fisting in his hair.

his mouth trails down your stomach, his kisses burning a path to the juncture of your thighs. you spread your legs wider, silently begging for more. jake’s eyes are dark with lust as he looks up at you, his hand sliding down to cup your sex. your breath hitches as his fingers find your clit, stroking it with a firm, sure touch that sends shockwaves through your body.

jake’s thumb presses down, making you whimper. “you want this?” he asks, his voice a low growl. “you want me to make you come?”

you nod, your breath coming in ragged gasps. “yes,” you murmur, your voice a desperate plea. “please.”

jake doesn’t need any further encouragement. with a primal groan, he pushes your legs apart and slides his tongue along your slit, tasting your sweetness. you cry out, your body writhing against him. he’s relentless, teasing and stroking until you’re on the edge, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

his tongue flicking and circling your clit, his teeth grazing your inner thighs. your breath comes in panting gasps, your hips rocking against his face. the anticipation is unbearable, your body tightening with every touch.

just as you feel the first tremors of your climax, jake pulls away, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “not yet, you need to learn patience.”

PARK SUNGHOON ⟡ PROFESSOR & STUDENT

“professor, i don’t understand this math problem,” you whine, batting your eyelashes innocently at the tall, dark-haired figure standing before you. sunghoon glances up from his paperwork, his piercing gaze meeting yours. you're leaning over the desk, giving him an eyeful of your ample cleavage, which is barely contained by your tight blouse. the room is empty now, the last of the students having filtered out of the classroom minutes ago.

his eyes trace the curve of your breasts, his pupils dilating slightly, before they snap back to your face. “you’re not focusing in class,” he says firmly. “you’re too busy flaunting around in those ridiculously short skirts and tight tops. maybe it's time we had a little talk about the dress code, miss y/n”

you bite your bottom lip, trying to hold in a smug smile. “but sir,” you purr, pushing your chest out just a little bit more. “i wear these clothes because they make me feel comfortable. surely you can't hold it against me if they...distract you?”

his jaw tenses, and you can see the conflict in his eyes. sunghoon’s hand clenches the edge of the desk, and for a moment you think you might have pushed him too far. but then, his expression relaxes, and a hint of a smile plays at the corners of his mouth. “maybe i should show you just how distracting it is,” he says, standing up and walking around the desk towards you.

you feel your heart race as he stops right behind you, his hand brushing against your thigh. “you see, when you wear things like this, it’s hard for me to concentrate on anything else,” he murmurs, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. you can feel his presence, his closeness, and it sends shivers down your spine. your skin feels electric where he touches you.

before you can protest, sunghoon’s hand is on your waist, pushing you forward until your palms are flat against the cool wood of the desk. your skirt rides up, exposing your blue-lace panties to the chilly air of the room. your breath hitches in your throat as you realize just how vulnerable you are, and how much you like it.

his other hand slides up the outside of your thigh, the fabric of your skirt bunching in his fist as he pulls it up higher. your heart races as his fingers graze the bare skin of your thigh, the anticipation of his touch making you wet. you lean into his touch, pushing back against him slightly, feeling his erection press against your ass.

sunghoon’s hand moves up to the waistband of your panties, pausing for a moment before hooking his thumb under the elastic. “is this what you want?” he whispers into your ear, his voice low and gruff. you nod eagerly, unable to form words as he tugs your underwear down, letting it pool around your ankles.

“tch, such a nasty whore,” sunghoon chides. his fingertips graze the edge of your pussy, making you gasp. his hand moves away, and you hear the sound of his belt buckle clicking open. “spread your legs wider,” he orders, and you comply, eager for what's to come. your knees tremble as you feel his warm palm cup you, his fingers spreading your folds apart.

“you’re so wet,” he murmurs, the sound of his zipper echoing in the quiet room. his thumb circles your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. you whimper, nodding your head, unable to hide the truth from him.

his hand leaves your pussy, and you feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance. “always knew you were a slut,” he murmurs. with one swift movement, he slams into you, making you cry out. the pain mingles with the pleasure, your pussy stretching to accommodate his size.

you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to hold in the moan that builds in your chest. his grip on your hips tightens as he starts to thrust, his cock hitting all the right spots. you can’t believe this is happening, your professor fucking you right here in the classroom. it’s wrong, but oh so right.

his strokes become more urgent, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. you push back into him, meeting him halfway, desperate to feel more of him. the wood of the desk digs into your palms, but the pain only adds to the pleasure coursing through your veins.

sunghoon’s breathing turns ragged, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. “you like being my little slut, don’t you?” you moan in response, the words sending a thrill through you. his hand moves from your hip to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you feel his dominance. “gonna fill you up nice, make you my little cumdump,”

his words are dirty, but they only serve to make you wetter. your pussy clenches around his cock, trying to pull him deeper. your body is on fire, desperately seeking the release you know is building.

the room spins as your orgasm crashes over you. your legs shaking uncontrollably. you scream his name, your voice echoing through the empty hallways outside the classroom. your nails dig into the desk, as your climax overtakes you.

sunghoon’s grip on your throat loosens, and you gasp for air, panting heavily. his strokes don't stop, though. they’re relentless, “we aren’t done yet,” he says gruffly. your legs are shaking, but you’re already building towards another peak. “need to teach you a lesson, one you’ll remember for sure.”

[ikeubaekgu]

DUMB PUPPY | S.JY

warnings ; smut! mdni! hair pulling, virgin jake, step-cest, experienced reader, oral(f! & m!), the tiniest age-gap(3 years), usage of petnames such as noona, baby, praise kink. 𝔳𝖺𝗆𝔭𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝔟𝗂𝗍𝖾𝔰 : i have an insane corruption kink for him and its so fucking bad ughh. this was also previously named as purple lace bra(if u've seen the post i made about it). reblog to support :)

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the first thought that came to your mind when you first met your new younger step brother was to ruin him.

the way he blushes when you catch him off guard, the way his eyes widen when you enter the room, the way he calls you ‘noona’ with just the right mix of shyness and respect. it makes you want to own him, to corrupt him, to turn him into your little pet, your pup.

you decide to start with the basics, making him watch as you touch yourself in front of him, his cheeks burning red as he tries to look away. “baby,"” you coo, “don't you want to see what makes noona feel good?” you purr, stroking your finger along his jaw until he reluctantly nods.

his eyes are glued to your hand as you play with your panties, the fabric growing damp from your arousal. your heart races as you watch his pupils dilate, his breathing becoming shallow. “you like this, don’t you?” you tease, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

his nod is almost imperceptible, but the way his body tenses up tells you everything you need to know. you smirk, feeling a thrill of power as you push his boundaries further. you pull his face closer to your wetness, making him inhale your musky scent. “you can lick it, if you want,” you murmur, your voice dripping with desire.

his eyes dart to yours, full of confusion and need. he’s never done anything like this before, you can see it in the way he fidgets. but you don’t care. you want to break him in, to make him crave you, only you. “please, noona,” he whispers. you can feel his cock pressing against your thigh.

you push his head down, gripping his hair firmly. “yes, baby,” you say, “do it. make noona feel good.” you feel his hot breath on your pussy, and your grip tightens as you force his face into your wetness. his tongue tentatively touches you, and you let out a soft gasp. he’s so new to this, so clumsy, but it’s endearing.

his movements become more urgent as you guide him, showing him how to lick and suck. you can feel yourself getting wetter, his inexperience only adding to the thrill. “good boy,” you praise him, stroking his hair as he obeys your every command. your other hand slides down to cup his chin, pushing it harder against your clit.

you moan, the sound echoing through the room as your body starts to quiver. your eyes are half-closed, lost in the pleasure of his tentative touches. “fuck, baby,” you breathe, “you're going to make noona cum.” his tongue flicks against you faster, and your hips begin to rock against his face.

his hands grip your thighs tightly, urging you closer, and you can feel his own arousal straining against his pants. your nails dig into his scalp as you guide him, the sensation of his hair between your fingers adding to the intensity.

his breath is hot and ragged against your skin, his cheeks red with both embarrassment and excitement. the room fills with the sound of his eager slurps and your moans of pleasure. “fuck, yes,” you pant, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge.

you look down at him, his eyes watering slightly from your grip but never leaving your own. “right there,” you instruct, “keep going, baby.” your voice is hoarse with lust as you push his head even closer, grinding your pussy against his mouth.

his tongue swirls around your clit, and you can’t help but tighten your hold on his hair, pulling slightly as you feel your orgasm building. “shit, i'm coming,” his eyes widen in surprise when you come, your juices spilling over his lips and chin.

his breathing is erratic, matching the pulsing of your pussy against his mouth. you let go of his hair, and he pulls back, his eyes glazed with lust. “good boy,” you murmur, stroking his cheek. “now, it's your turn.”

you reach for his pants, unbuttoning them with ease and pulling out his hard shaft. “so big,” you whisper, stroking it gently. “do you want noona to suck on it?” he nods, his breath hitching in his throat.

you lean in and lick the precum off the tip of his cock, savoring the salty taste. “you taste so good, baby,” you moan, taking him fully into your mouth. his hands find their way into your hair, gripping tight as you bob your head up and down.

his hips jerk slightly, and you feel his cock throb with each stroke of your tongue. “noona,” he whimpers, his voice filled with need. you look up, meeting his eyes, and then down again, taking him deeper, feeling the heat of his desire in every pulse against your tongue.

his grip on your hair tightens, and you can feel his body tense up. “are you going to cum for noona?” you ask, your voice low and sultry. he nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches you take control. you suck harder, your cheeks hollowing out, your hand playing with his balls, feeling them tighten.

his breathing is harsh, and you know he's close. you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, feeling him pulse in your mouth. “y-yeah,” he whispers, his voice breaking. you suck harder, feeling his orgasm building, the taste of him on your tongue making you wetter.

his hips buck, and he comes with a strangled groan, filling your mouth with his hot cum. you swallow it down, savoring the moment, feeling powerful as he trembles beneath you. his hands loosen their grip on your hair, and he collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily.

you give his cock one last gentle suck before releasing it with a wet pop, his cum glistening on your lips. “see baby,” you say with a wicked smile, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?” his face is flushed, a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction.

“next time, we’ll do something even more fun.”

[ikeubaekgu]

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( ✶ ) warnings. mdni, oral(f! & m!), sex toys usage, fingering notification from @ anon ; req reject / accept !

jake as your brother's bff 69-ing at your brother's couch, right beside his room knowing very well he could come over any moment.

bend over at your boyfriend's gaming desk with a vibrator because you just couldn't wait for his game to end. this is what you get for being a brat.

getting fucked in the car's backseat because you just had to tease him all day at his parent's house.

fingering you untill you can't cum anymore

he loves grabbing your ass when you ride him

literally just a pic of jake's veiny fingers

[ikeubaekgu]

get me so high - l.hs

warnings: smut! mdni! oral(f!), hair pulling, overstimulation, squirting, stqr's notes: JUST LOOK AT THAT NOSE AND THAT HAIR!! hee's the type of guy who'd want to die while suffocating in his gf's thighs. if u disagree, you're clearly wrong.

now playing // so high by doja cat

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“h-hee, please no more, c-can’t take it anymore...” you stutter, your body arching off the bed as your fingers tighten in heeseung’s hair. his mouth like a warm, wet heaven between your legs, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles that drive you closer to the edge. but your pleas fall on deaf ears, a smirk playing on his lips as he pulls away just long enough to let your trembling thighs fall apart once more.

your skin is flushed and sticky with sweat, your heart racing as he kisses the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of pecks that makes you shiver. “you can take it, baby, you know you can, my sweet angel” he murmurs, the sound of his voice sending another shockwave through your body. you want to argue, but all that comes out is a whine as his mouth finds your clit again, sucking gently.

his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, the pressure just shy of painful. your muscles clench around his fingers, which are buried deep within you, moving in a rhythm that matches his mouth. it’s overwhelming, the sensation of being so close to the peak again, especially when your body is so sensitive from the previous climaxes. your toes curl into the bedsheets, and you bite down on your lower lip, trying to stifle the moan that wants to escape.

he pauses, looking up at you with hooded eyes. “moan for me, baby. i want to hear how much you love this. don't hold back,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. your cheeks burn with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, but you nod, feeling the heat of his gaze on you.

his mouth returns to your clit, his tongue flicking against it rapidly. your eyes roll back in your head and had you seeing stars. you can't help but let out a low moan. he chuckles against your sensitive folds, the vibration sending sparks of sensation shooting through you. your hips rock upward, seeking more, but he keeps his rhythm, not giving you the full force you crave just yet.

his fingers inside you start to move faster, curling and stroking, hitting that spot deep within you that makes your legs quiver. you moan louder now, unable to hold it back. your hands tighten in his hair, urging him closer, but he's unfazed, maintaining his relentless pace. “seungie, yes, right there,” you pant, your voice hoarse from all the moaning and begging.

his eyes lock onto yours, the smirk on his face growing wider.  “you’re so beautiful when you're like this,” he says, his voice filled with admiration. your heart swells with love for him, making the pleasure he’s giving you even more intense. he adds a third finger, stretching you just enough to make you gasp. your body starts to tremble uncontrollably, the tension coiling tighter with every passing moment.

you feel the orgasm building again. your nails dig into his scalp, the pain mixing with the pleasure. heeseung's eyes darken with desire as he watches your reaction, his own breathing heavy and ragged. he knows he's pushing you to the edge, and it only spurs him on. your moans become more frequent, filling the room with the sweet sound of your release.

his tongue presses harder against your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you with a fervent pace. your body starts to convulse, muscles tightening around his fingers. the pressure builds, and just when you think you can't take anymore, it hits. with a cry, you squirt all over his face, the warm liquid spilling out of you. his eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t miss a beat, lapping it up eagerly. the feeling is so intense, you can't help but thrash on the bed, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

your eyes fly open, watching him with a mix of shock and arousal. “yes, baby, that’s it,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by your folds. your chest heaves with every breath you take, your heart hammering in your ears. he licks you clean, his movements slowing as your orgasm subsides. then, he looks up, his nose and chin covered in your juices.

his eyes sparkle with mischief and satisfaction. “you taste so good,” he says, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. the sight of him like that, so raw and hungry for you, sends a fresh wave of desire through your body. you can’t help but feel a bit smug, knowing you’ve driven him to this point.

his fingers slip out of you, and he wipes his face with the back of his hand, the smear of your juices glistening on his skin. “you're insatiable, aren’t you?” you murmur, still panting. he grins, his teeth gleaming. “only for you, baby.”

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[ikeubaekgu]

beep! @ user : anon has requested for MEAN HOON THOUGHTS <3

heaven and back | p.sh

warnings: heavy degradation, usage of names like slut, blowjobs, size queen y/n, dacryphilia, lmk if i missed smth!!! NOT PROOFREAD!!! stqr's notes: i wrote this in a rush because i feel rlly bad for not posting much :< i'll try to have a consistent posting schedule and post more often <3 mean sunghoon is such a need, im feral for him and you don't understand how badly i need him uGHHH

At first glance, Sunghoon seems likes a very vanilla sex type of guy but once you get to know him, especially in bed. He fucks you like he hates you.

He would call you the most degrading names while thrusting into you harshly. Every time he pulled out completely and slammed back in, you could feel your insides being re-arranged. And yet, the pain brought you a twisted form of pleasure that you had grown to crave.

One of the things that sunghoon absolutely loved about you was the way you gagged around his cock. When you could feel it hit the back of your throat immediately, and the gag reflex would kick in, your eyes would be watering as you fought to keep it down. Sunghoon's hand tightened in your hair, guiding your head back and forth, setting a brutal pace that had you gagging and drooling around his thick shaft.

He lives for the moment your eyes would start to water and your mascara would rum down your cheeks, creating a messy, smeared look that only added to the depravity of the scene. His other hand would come up to wipe away your tears, only to smear them across your face like a sadistic artist enjoying the canvas of your pain.

“I said, get on your knees, stupid slut!”

Sunghoon’s harsh voice echoed through the room His eyes, usually filled with warmth and affection, were now narrowed into slits of contempt as he glared down at you. But you do as he says, Why? because you are a slut.

You drop down onto your knees, feeling the cold, hard floor dig into your skin as you stare up at him, your eyes brimming with unshed tears.

With a tremble in your hand, you reach for the metal tab, but he swats it away. "No," he says, "With your teeth. Like the whore you are."

You obey, feeling the cold metal of the zipper between your teeth. The sound of it sliding down fills the room. Each tooth-tug on the zipper is a silent scream of humiliation and pain.

As you pull down his zipper, his hard shaft springs free slapping against your cheekbones. You lean in, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his arousal.

But before you can take him fully into your mouth, Sunghoon's hand is in your hair, yanking your head back. He's rough, the pain making you gasp, and your eyes water. "You're pathetic," he sneers. "Look at you, drooling like a bitch in heat." His grip tightens, and he tugs on your hair again, pulling you closer so that your nose is pressed into his pelvis.

You part your lips and take him in, his grip on your hair guiding your movements as you struggle to breathe around his thickness. The feeling of his shaft sliding along the back of your throat makes you gag, but you swallow down the bile.

"Is that all you've got?" he taunts, his voice dripping with disdain. He tugs harder, forcing you to deepthroat him, and you can feel your throat spasming around him. The salty taste of your own tears mixes with the bitter taste of his precum as your eyes water uncontrollably. You try to swallow, but he's too big, and you can't handle the pressure. You gag, your body's involuntary reaction to the violation.

Sunghoon chuckles darkly, watching you squirm. "Look at you," he whispers, "so eager to please me even when it hurts." He lets go of your hair momentarily, only to slap your face with his cock. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his tone mocking. "You love it when I treat you like this." And as much as you want to deny it, you can't. You do love it. The pain, the degradation, it all just makes the eventual climax so much sweeter.

[ikeubaekgu]

ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE EATING PUSSYYYYY

first work guys!! support pleaseee <3333

HEESEUNG | is a weak man when it comes to your pleasure. he would do anything in his power to hear your pretty sounds, he will do anything to see you writhe and shake underneath his weight, so gorgeous for him when your eyes roll all the way in the back of your skull and your plump lips part in pleasure when he’s working his magic on you. so don’t be surprised when he wants you to enjoy the sight too! getting you on your knees and facing a mirror as he spreads your ass cheeks open, relishing in the way your greedy little cunt clenches even without him doing anything to it. loving the way your body jumps forward slightly when he spits on your hole before completely digging in, hot tongue relentlessly fucking into your heat. he would be so messy, a mix of his spit and your juices just running down his chin and getting all over his sheets. he’d be grunting in pleasure and mumbling against your cunt to keep your eyes on yourself baby, literally working himself up by just thinking about how gorgeous you must look as you get near your orgasm. he gets so needy for your release he grabs your hips and fucks you back on his tongue, so harshly and fast your arms just collapse because it feels too good. poor little thing, your face smushed against his sheets as you get all your pretty makeup and drool on it, hee turning you into a dumb little slut with his tongue only.

JAY | always loves to eat you out, but he enjoys doing it particularly when you’re tired or you’ve had a rough day. he loves pampering and taking care of you, and it’s no different when he lays back and urges you to get on top of him with that signature lopsided smirk of his. he’s so gentle when he slides his hands all over your thighs and ass, caressing them with such care, his eyes glimmering as he encourages you to fully sit on him, to let him take care of you, angel girl. his movements would be so slow, agonizingly so. he wants you to just put all your weight on him and relax, let him worship you like the goddess you are in his mind. he’d keep his eyes closed, savoring every single moment too as he slides his tongue along your slit, gently circling your clit a few times and humping the air when he feels just how responsive you are to his touch, no matter how slight. totally slides his hands up to your lower back and hips, the contrast between his rough hands but careful grip sending shivers through your entire body, especially when he parts from your heat for a second to just whisper how much he loves you, how much he loves this cunt and how good you taste, before diving back in and rocking your body back on forth on his tongue until you make a mess all over his mouth.

JAKE | is so fucking nasty. he would spend every waking hour between your thighs if he could, and he does try. it gets to a point where sometimes you feel a little bad, you want to return the favor but everytime he just asks for you to just let him eat your cunt once more? you don’t seem to get that he does this for his pleasure too. he just loves your pussy and her taste so bad.

still, you also want to pleasure him. so why not suck his cock while he eats you out? the best of both worlds! and he becomes absolutely obsessed with it. just shamelessly thrusting his hips up into your mouth as he groans and moans and pants against your wet hole. he’s just so happy you let him eat you out as much as he wants now. he loves sucking on your clit, making downright obscene sounds, while fingering your cunt open with his thick and long digits, always challenging you to fit more and more. you’re so drenched sometimes he thinks he could fit his whole hand inside you. would literally hold your legs around his face after you come, because it’s still not enough. so into overstimulating the shit out of you, to the point you’re not even really sucking his cock anymore but doing something closer to gagging on it as he fucks your mouth. don't even think about squirting in his mouth because he will fuck it back inside you and try to get you to do that again. just insatiable.

SUNGHOON | is a lot more meticulous when he’s stressed or irritated. he likes to use every single toy he can think of on you, especially when he’s eating you out. there’s vulnerability in letting someone else pleasure you like that, and he loves to make sure you never forget that. making you hold your own legs so you’re bent all nicely for him, giving him the freedom of doing absolutely anything he wants to you. his bushy eyebrows furrowed as he keeps his eyes on your tits, your pretty clit delicious in his mouth as he sucks on it while slowly inching one of your dildos inside your hole. because of course, you think you’re so slick owning all of this nasty shit. well he can use that better too, he just knows your body so well. slowly teasing the toy in like he would his own tip, making you beg just for some stupid plaything like you would for his thick cock. and if you did anything to make him mad like the slutty brat you are, don’t even think about letting your legs go for even a second, no matter how good his mouth feels. because he will stop and strip your peak right under you. opting instead to land repeated slaps right on your clit, telling you that’s all you’ll get, cum like this and show him you're sorry, show him how good you are. and you do. you squirt around nothing, soaking your own hands that are still holding your thighs open, tight little hole convulsing like it’s begging for anything to fill it up. and while hoon is finally calming down and going back to your usually loving boyfriend, he thinks he just might give it something for real this time.