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𝓦c ::: 5.9k 𐙚 𝓢harinote ::: this is like a play on my old roommate jake fic... I miss lilmashae bad smts y'all :( 𐙚 warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: roommate jake is superrr annoying & hardly considerate · multiple orgasms · teasing · oral (f) · cowgirl - missionary - all the positions · soobin (txt) mentioned (small suggestive scene with him?) · a little bit of dry humping · teasing · fingering (f) · slight degradation (he says something about her being in heat... that's it :/) - praise (jake confesses(?) mid-fuck) · unprotected sex - implied creampie - etc.

each night was worse than the last... every night—they got louder and louder... each girl seemed more desperate than the last.

none of them could top jake though.

you didn't know who had it worse... you, or them.

on one hand, he'd wear the poor girl's out, from late at night to sunrise he’d be fucking them to the hilt. but on the other... you had to hear it—their unbelievably loud pornographic screams and yelps. every. fucking. night.

the audacity of him... only a man so desperate, so shameless could face his roommate (or anyone) with such nonchalance knowing what he gets up to. you pinched your temples hearing the giggles trailing off behind the slam of your apartment's door. about time. his bedroom was one thing—but the living room? oh you couldn't wait to stick it to him…

"you look like shit." you groaned finally stepping foot outside of your bedroom, squinting your eyes at jake's smart remark. your roommate was undeniably handsome... which you take it he must be painfully aware of by the way he parades around barely clothed even after whatever 'lucky' girl has left.

with his stupid toned abs and honey skin... his gorgeous hair—face and his nose... god, that nose… not that you were staring, or into him or anything, but you’re just so sure his nose would nudge up against your—

"i wonder why..." playfully you lifted your hand to smack him on the side. "ouch! seriously? you're not really upset are you?"

"me? no way, but i do feel bad for that poor girl who just left." you grinned. "oh yeah?" jake leaned against the counter beside you as you stretched out for the cereal on the top shelf—only for him to grab it first. "thanks..." you took the box from his hands, emptying it into your bowl before spinning around to dip into the fridge.

"and yeah, you just about wore her out... this might be a new record," you scoffed. "even for you."

"it couldn't have been that bad, not as bad as last week when—"

"so you are self aware then?" you interjected, fixing him with a deadpan stare as you poured your milk. "i guess i am." the man chuckled, it was low—almost teasing as he resumed his spot against the counter.

silence settled between you as you focused on devouring your breakfast of fruity pebbles, but you could feel his eyes on you—carefully watching the way your spoon disappeared past your lips with each bite as his throat bobbed. "do you want some?" you arched a brow, ever so slightly smiling as you sauntered toward the dining table.

"nah," he said, shaking his head. "i'm heading to the gym. hoon wants to squeeze in a few arm workouts before his game tonight." "cool," you nodded, casually glancing at the clock above the door. 11:00 am.

"you coming home? or are you going straight to work after?" you watched as he turned around to face you. "i'm off," he shoved his hands into his pockets. "i’ll probably hang at hee’s with jay afterward though." you nodded again, and this time, your roommate disappeared into his bedroom—assumably to get ready for his ‘gym-date’ with sunghoon.

it was perfect.

if jake was going out with heeseung, he’d be gone for hours—five or six, easily. and if today was like any other saturday between him and sunghoon, their stupid little gym session would last around two hours.

you did the math in your head—jake’d be gone for a total of eight hours, leaving you home alone for… well, all day.

while your roommate might’ve been lacking in the shame department, you weren’t.

you were far more… modest than jake. though, your friends called it sneaky… regardless, you weren’t nearly as prude as jake believed you to be.

you didn’t hesitate to scurry back into your room after finishing up your breakfast. you’d slammed the door shut, heart pounding with anticipation as you snatched up your phone to fire off a text to soobin.

god, it’s been way too long.

normally, you’d be able to see him at least twice a month… but lately? who knew what was up with jake. he’d been impossible. every night, it was a different girl, loud and attention-seeking.

and when he wasn’t tangled up with some random frat-party hookup, he was hogging the apartment—sprawled out on the couch, glued to his game with heeseung, or buried in textbooks at the dinning room table. which, truthfully, wouldn't be a problem... if it weren't for soobin's four roommates.

point was, there was never a moment of privacy… nowhere for you and your fuck buddy to do what you did best—hook up. not with jake taking up every damn inch of the apartment… and certainly not with soobin’s four roommates lurking at every corner.

y/n: soobin ^_^ y/n: wyd later? 11:38 am

sb: hey y/nnie :)) sb: i should be free... what's up, pretty girl? 11:40 am

y/n: my roomate'll be out til late... want to come over? 11:43 am

s/b: yk i do s/b: i'll see you in an hour? 11:47 am

y/n: sounds good, soob :3 read 11:51 am

you grinned to yourself, feeling content.

finally.

you deserved this—maybe even more than jake did. he got his fill on a near-nightly basis while you’d been living in an unintended dry spell for months... though that was about to end.

lost in your thoughts, you hardly even registered the knock on your bedroom door until jake’s voice cut through the silence. "i'm heading out, y/n!"

"alright!" you called back, gnawing on your bottom lip as you listened for the soft click of the front door.

it really has been way too long.

soobin hadn’t been over in what felt like ages and the state of your apartment was proof enough of that... but cleaning was easy though—especially with the adrenaline of your pending dick-appointment practically buzzing through your veins.

fueled by anticipation, you breezed through each chore... from wiping down counters to fluffing pillows, and even lighting a candle to set the mood for the evening. before you knew it, you were in the shower, steam curdling around you as you carefully shaved your legs, scrubbing your skin until it was baby-smooth...

you froze with your heart pounding in your throat.

knock, knock!

with water still dripping from your skin, you heard the sound echo through the apartment. an hour had seemingly passed in no time, with your towel engulfed around your body, you peeked your head out from behind the bathroom door, "just a second!" you could hear soobin's muffled voice behind the thick wood of the door. "mh, take your time!" he called back.

quickly, you patted your skin dry, slipping into a pair of sweatpants and tugging a tank top over your still-damp hair.

finally, after a glance in the mirror, a couple spritzes of perfume, and a deep breath, you skipped out of the bathroom, smoothing your hands over any wrinkles in your shirt before swinging the door open.

"hi." a smile tugged at your lips, glancing up at the tall male in front of you—he looked even better than you'd imagined. whatever built up frustration you had burning in your stomach was begging to be let out. soobin chuckled, reaching out to tuck a damp strand of hair behind your ear. “your hair’s wet.”

“oh! yeah, just got out of the shower.”

his grin widened as you stepped aside, inviting him in. “good to know.” he chuckled as he waltzed in behind you.

awkward as it may have seemed, it wasn't that way for long—the two of you exchanged in small talk before deciding to turn on a movie, casually catching up like friends rather than… whatever label some people might slap onto your arrangement. “how about this one?” you suggested, scrolling through the endless movie options presented before you.

soobin groaned dramatically, though the arm draping around your shoulders suggested he wasn’t all that bothered. “seriously? that one?” “yes, that one.” you scoffed, leaning into his chest. “it’s not like we’ll actually be watching it anyway.”

a smirk played on his lips. “i guess you’re right.”

without anymore time to think, his lips crashed onto yours. the plush of his lips molded against your own at a rhythm unique to the both of you. you found yourself straddling the brunette as he deepened the kiss, your fingers threaded through his hair, his own hands pawing at your sides whilst you grinded into him. "f-fuck." you sighed into his mouth, pleasure winding tight in your core.. you dove into his lips once more, this time your tongue flicking against his bottom lip, coaxing his tongue out of his mouth to intertwine with your own. it felt timeless—kissing soobin.

but unfortunately, time was in fact relevant.

thirty minutes had passed, you and his lips entangled, never neglecting one another as you were completely into one another. "’want to take my time with you, yeah?" he groaned. "s'been so long, 'want to go slow." he murmured against your skin, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

you squirmed, nodding as your breath hitched. “yeah…” it was a shaky exhale—your hips pressed against his growing bulge.

looking back, you’d wish he never said that, because a quickie would’ve saved you from what happened next. neither of you heard the oh-so-soft click of the front door.

and neither of you saw jake standing there, watching—observing—as you kissed soobin like your life depended on it—his eyes bright with amusement as his ‘prude’ of a roommate frotted all over some guy.

"ahem…" he cleared his throat—nothing.

he'd decided to try once more, "ahem," he leaned against the entryway, bag in hand as he toed off each of his shoes.

both of your heads snapped toward him, your heart plummeting straight into your stomach, noticing his shit-eating grin.

“y/n, i just left my change of clothes. i’ll just dip in and grab them, cool?” heat crawled up your neck, your mouth suddenly dry as you scrambled off of soobin’s lap. “y-yeah,” you stammered, cheeks burning up. “fine by me.” soobin added, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

you wish he wouldn’t have said that either.

the two men exchanged small nods, soobin softly waving as jake rushed past. but before he left—because of course, he couldn’t leave without making it worse—he paused at the door.

"i have condoms if you guys need…. i keep them out," jake paused, "just in case, y/n you know where they are." he chuckled, running back out the door again.

you were so embarrassed... if embarrassed were even a strong enough word.

why… why would jake say that—fuck, now it sounded like he kept them out just in case you two ever wanted to… to… damnit.

soobin left soon after your run in with your idiot roommate. he’d tried to play it off, as did you. you both forced a tight-lipped smile as he pulled on his shoes, but you weren’t stupid. you saw the way soobin’s eyes darted toward jake’s room, the hesitance in his voice when he said, “i’ll, uh… i-i’ll text you later, yeah?”

which he didn’t. you don’t blame him.

you’d sat there for a while after he left, silently replaying the moment over and over in your head—cursing jake each time. it was unfair.

the way he’d get laid every night and the way you’d just let it happen… as loud as he was if you really wanted to, you could complain; you could give him some lecture about the ‘shared space’ of your apartment, or respecting each other’s boundaries. but you never did.

the way soobin’s face had shifted when jake made that comment, how he’d suddenly withdrawn, as if realizing he wasn’t the only one in your rotation. except he was. it haunted your memory even now.

what normal roommate kept condoms out just in case? what kind of guy made a joke like that so casually, with no concern for how it might sound?

jake fucking sim.

your anger simmered all evening… not only had you been cockblocked, but you were too upset to even finish getting off, not that your useless little fingers would be any help anyways. and on top of that you couldn’t even bring yourself to text soobin to clear things up.

so instead, you did what you did best when you were pissed off and alone—you curled up into a ball on the couch with a blanket, turning off all the lights and letting the glow of the tv drown out the silence as you soothed your raging frustration by lazing around.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed before you heard the front door click open yet again. jake… you mentally groaned, facepalming. he stepped inside, the soft thud of his gym bag hitting the floor was the only sound filling the apartment. you didn’t move.

he walked past the couch, pausing when he spotted you curled up there in the dark, the flickering light from the tv casting shadows across your face. he sighed, running a hand through his hair before turning toward the kitchen.

a few seconds passed. a cabinet opened, then closed. then, finally—“are you really upset about earlier?” you ignored him, eyes glued on to the screen. “c’mon, y/n.” his voice seemed closer now. you could feel him standing behind the couch, hovering over you. “it was just a joke… you know how i am—how we are..”

your jaw tightened. “was it a joke, jake?”

“obviously.”

“yeah, well, soobin didn’t think it was very funny.”

the room felt smaller, the space between you and jake charged with something you didn’t want to acknowledge—a heavy tension—something sharp, electric, and just wrong enough to make your pulse stutter.

if either of you made a wrong move—you might explode.

he was quiet at first, and for a second, you thought maybe—just maybe—he was going to let it go. but this was jake. and jake never let things go. you know that better than anyone. then, just as you expected, he scoffed. “so? that’s his problem, isn’t it?” you whipped your head around so fast, you nearly gave yourself whiplash. “are you serious?” your voice cracked, the anger boiling in your gut curled tight, threatening to spill over. his problem? his?

jake just blinked at you, his expression unreadable, like this was nothing—like you were making a biggg deal out of nothing.

“what? if he really thought we had something going on, that’s on him. it’s whatever.”

“it’s not whatever, jake!” you spat, turning around to face him, fingers digging into the blanket settled on your lap as your anger spilled over. “you have girls over all the time.” you exhaled sharply, your frustration growing as your stomach bubbled with rage. “every. single. fucking. night. i’m so—god, i’m so pent up. i can’t even invite my fuck buddy over without you interrupting or making some stupid remark like an immature asshole.”

he rolled his eyes, shifting back against the couch as though he couldn’t be bothered to care. “oh, come on—”

“no, jake. just go away.”

but he didn’t. of course, he didn’t. instead, he exhaled dramatically, walking around the couch before slouching down beside you, arms crossing over his chest. his body radiating heat as his presence swallowed up the space between you. you were hot—pent up and breaking down in glittering rage. “so that’s it?” his voice was quieter now, lower… more tedious.

there was something sharp underlying beneath his words, something you couldn’t quite place. you frowned, already exhausted by his antics. “what’re you—”

before you could finish, his fingers gripped your jaw, tilting your face to face his. your breath hitched. jake’s hold wasn’t rough—he wasn’t hurting you—but it was firm. demanding.

his thumb brushed the curve of your bottom lip, his eyes darting between your own and reading your face as he murmured, “that’s it?” his voice was sharp, dripping with ridgidness. “you just wanted a quick fuck? that’s it?” he let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “hah… seriously.”

tears swelled up at the corners of your eyes, shame settling in your stomach. yeah. you did… more than anything in the world—you wanted a searing hot orgasm, a quick fuck, to get off… anything! but hearing him say it out loud made it worse—it made your reality of being denied something so simple even more real.

jake ran a hand through his hair, exhaling hard before glancing at you again. “baby,” he drawled, voice thick, and almost condescending. “i could’ve done that for you.”

you froze. “w-what?” your tears seemed to dry themselves, shock washing over you as your bottom lip jutted out into a pout.

he smirked, and something about the way he was looking at you made your skin prickle with heat. “if all you wanted was some stress relief, i thought you’d know me of all people wouldn’t mind.”

his fingers traced along the line of your jaw, featherlight, as he teased you… “i mean, look at you.” his voice dropped an octave lower, his breath warm, fanning against your supple skin. “shit, you’re so fucking pretty—even now… crying because you’re all frustrated over some mediocre dick.”

jake cocked his head, thumb dragging slowly across your plump bottom lip. “not only could i fuck you, y/n,” he murmured, “i could fuck you way better than that guy ever could.” his tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he leaned in just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

“when i’m done, you won’t even remember your name, princess.”

a familiar warmth flared in your stomach, and you hated the way your body reacted, the way your breath stilled, the way your thighs pressed together before you could stop yourself.

jake noticed. of course, he noticed. and god, the look on his face said he was going to make you regret it… the yelling and the back talk.

you barely had time to process anything else before his lips crashed into yours.

it wasn’t a soft landing… it wasn’t sweet. it was hungry—fierce. his hand slid from your jaw to your neck, pressing just enough to make your head spin, tilting your chin up so he could deepen the kiss.

his tongue traced the seam of your lips, coaxing your mouth open until you had no choice but to let him in… no choice but to let his tongue explore your mouth and tangle with your own muscle. you whimpered against his mouth, gripping the fabric of his hoodie in a weak attempt to ground yourself.

he took that as encouragement, swallowing your muffled moans as he shifted closer, his knee pressing hard against your clothes cunt as he wedged it further between your thighs, his body caging you in against the couch.

jake was everywhere, all-consuming.

he kissed you like he meant it, like he had something to prove, like he knew you’d been thinking about this just as much as he had. and fuck, maybe you had. maybe that was the worst part. his words hung in the air, thick and suffocating. he could fuck you better… you knew it and he knew it.

and even if you didn’t, you’d heard the way those ditzy sorority girls mewl and moan while he fucked their brains out… plunging to deep into their squelchy little cunts it makes them dizzy.

you should’ve pushed him away, should’ve said something—anything to shut him down. but you didn’t. you couldn’t. you were drunk.

because jake was still looking at you like that, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you, like he was daring you to break the kiss first… which you couldn’t. and maybe it was the weeks of pent-up frustration, the way his voice sent a sharp, burning ache straight between your legs, or the fact that he was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his skin—but you broke.

you surged forward, fisting the fabric of his hoodie as your lips crashed against his once more, all teeth and desperation whilst your hips grinded and bucked against his clothed thigh.

“you’re like a bitch in heat, baby.” he laughed.

god. you hated him. you hated how easily he took control, how good he felt, how your body melted under his touch like you had always been meant for this. he bit your bottom lip, tugging slightly before pulling back just enough to look at you, lips swollen, breathing heavy. his fingers brushed against the bare skin under your shirt, just barely, but it was enough to make you shiver.

“see, princess?” he murmured, dark and teasing. “i told you.” his lips ghosted over yours again, barely touching, waiting… waiting for you to lean in, expecting you to fall right into the trap he’d laid so perfectly.

“whatever,” you swore. “just fuck me already.” you frowned, bruised lips on display for him. jake could feel his cock chubbing up behind the fabric of his shorts, creating an obvious tent in his pants. If it were up to him—if you were anyone else… he’d listen.

he’d skip the foreplay and fuck you because god, how could he not ravish you? especially when you’re… well, you.

jake’d had a crush on you since you moved in… of course, you were usually tempting—big eyes staring up at him all cutely with your lips all pouty, all the time. but especially now, more than ever, when you were beneath him whimpering—begging for him to fuck you with your hair tousled all over the place and your eyelids heavy..? he’d be crazy not to savor every moment.

“fuck, y/n… let me take my time with you, yeah? show you all you been missing.” his fingers crept along your nape. “you have no idea…” his lips ghosted your skin once more—traveling further down your neck as he placed sloppy kisses down your scorching skin. “god, everytime i fuck one of those girls i wish it were you.”

your hips buck—chasing the friction of his thigh as you gasp… his confession leaving you stunned. jake’s hand slips beneath your shirt, cupping your breast through the fabric of your bra and prodding around, feeling for the peaks of your nipples.

“s-shit..” you gasp, squirming beneath him, feeling the cool air waft against your skin as he peels your shirt from over your head. “yeah? feeling foggy already?” he coos, “lift up,” he instructs. “wanna see all of you, ‘lemme take this off, pretty.”

his slender fingers nimbly unclasp your bra—-your tits spill free, the mounds of your breast perking up beneath the chill of the air as you carefully fall onto your back. jake’s breath hitches—caught in his throat at the sight of your bare body. “so perfect… just how i imagined.” he continues his assault—kissing down your collarbones until the plump of his lips reach your boobs.

immediately, they latch onto your nipple, he gropes your other breast in his left hand—pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. “oh… a-ah! jake…” your hands tangle into his hair.

jake groaned against your chest, teeth grazing the tender skin as he switched sides, giving your other nipple the same eager attention. you writhed beneath him, the wet heat pooling between your thighs making it impossible to stay still.

“god, you’re so sensitive,” he murmured, voice low, laced with admiration and pure hunger. “what else makes you squirm like that, huh?” your silence isn’t enough for him as he softly bites at your chest. “shh,” he hushes you. “it’s okay, you can’t talk sweet girl, i’ll just find out myself, hm?”

his kisses trail downward, slowly and deliberately he nips at your ribs, dragging his tongue down your stomach. each movement coaxes a soft whimper to rip from your throat. you could feel every breath, every graze of his lips, and it was driving you insane.

once jake reaches your waistband, he glances up, catching your gaze—his eyes dark, feral.

“bet you’re soaked already,” jake muttered, his hot breath fans over the flimsy fabric of your panties and he smirks when your hips arch off the couch involuntarily, chasing his mouth.

“knew it.” he grins wide, without breaking eye contact, he dips his head… mouthing over the damp spot of your panties clinging to your core, letting out a filthy moan as he licks a stripe up your covered pussy like you were the one ruining him. then, with such a delicate slowness, he hooks his teeth around the band of your panties, snagging the fabric with his canines.

“let me get these off,” he murmurs, voice reverent, muffled slightly by the fabric. “been wanting to taste you for so long.” he groans. all you can do is nod. you choked out a gasp as he dragged the lace down your hips with his teeth—agonizingly slow. his hands guide them down your thighs as he goes, hands hooking underneath your thighs as he parts them gently, slotting between your legs like he belonged there.

“fuck, y/n… look at you,” he whispered, voice ragged. “so pretty like this… so mine.” he breathes against your leaky, fluttering cunt.

jake didn’t dive in right away—that would’ve been too easy. instead, he takes his time—lips brushing over the soft skin of your inner thighs, tongue flicking out just enough to make you twitch.

he takes a deep inhale like he’s memorizing the scent of your aching core. “you don’t even know what you do to me,” he muttered, he strains— his voice is thick with need. “look at you—already shaking, and i haven’t even tasted you yet.” that oh so perfect nose nudges against your clit, giving you a taste of heaven—a taste of everything you knew you’d needed.

your hands curl into the couch cushions as he finally pressed a kiss to your slit, he dips his tongue into before pulling out, licking a slow, lazy stripe up the full length of your cunt. your breath caught. “f-fuck—jake…”

he groaned like the taste of you was better than anything he’d ever had. “god, you’re dripping,” he rasped, tongue flicking over your clit, teasing it with little kitten licks that had your thighs clenching around his head, yet his strong arms clamped you down.

jake just hummed, gripping your hips to hold you open. “don’t run from me now,” he grinned against your skin, “you wanted this, didn’t you? said you wanted me to fuck you…” and then he devoured you.

no more teasing, or holding back—his mouth latched onto your clit with a practiced precision, his tongue circling, flicking, sucking on your labia like he was starved… one of his hands slid down to press two fingers against your entrance, easing them in as his mouth worked your clit like a madman.

“ohmygod! f-ffuck thank you… thank you!” you cried out, back arching off the couch, moaning his name like it was a sacred chant. “fuckfuckfuck—jake—oh my god—jakejake… ohhh..” his fingers curled inside you, scissoring to stretch your tight cunt out wide… finding that sweet spot with ease as he moaned against your clit, the vibration making your whole body jolt in pleasure.

“you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he murmured, voice muffled by your pussy squelching and sobbing against his face. “wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.” your vision blurred, hips grinding against his face on instinct. you were close—so close—held right at the edge by his relentless tongue and the way his fingers fucked into you, soaking wet and obscene.

he looked up at you from between your legs, lips shiny with your slick, pupils blown wide and the tip of his nose snug against your pelvis. “be a good girl… cum on my face, y/n.”

and with a final suck, he sent you tumbling over the edge.

you came—loud, trembling, toes curling as your orgasm crashed through you. yet jake didn’t stop, he didn’t slow down. he lapped up every drop as you rode out your first high. he was greedy and thorough, tongue dragging through your slicked-up, spit-glistening folds as your thighs trembled around his head.

“shit…” he panted. “you taste even better than i imagined… ‘got such a sweet cunt.” jake barely gave you a moment to breathe.

you were still trembling, thighs sticky with slick and overstimulation. the wet spot beneath you on the couch was still there when he rose above you—eyes lingering over your marked body, shaking, lips glistening with drool. his hoodie was already being shrugged off with one hand.

“still with me?” he murmured, voice almost too soft for how entrancing he looked towering over you. you nodded weakly, eyes foggy and fucked-out. that was all he needed. “good.”

in one swift motion, he pushed down his sweats and boxers… the material pooled around his ankles as he yanked you close to the edge of the couch. his cock was springing free—hitting flush against his stomach, thick, red, and already leaking pearls of precum. you barely had time to take in the entrancing curve of his cock, before he was crawling back over you, grabbing your thighs and lining himself up with your soaked entrance.

“gonna fuck you now, pretty girl,” he muttered, his tip slipping through your folds, dragging slick over your overstimulated clit, slapping against it just to make you whimper. “and you’re gonna take it—every inch.”

then he slammed in—bottoming out immediately. you cried out, “oh my! fuck, please!!” head falling back, back arching as he split you open—no warning, no teasing, just pure and raw.

he buried himself to the hilt with one brutal thrust… already fucking into you before you could adjust. “shit,” he hissed, his jaw clenched tight. “you’re so fucking tight…” jake swore, his balls slapping heavily against your ass.

your nails raked down his arms, clinging to his biceps as you tried to adjust, your body burning from the stretch, the sting, the overwhelming fullness…

he pulled out halfway, then slammed back in—again and again, restless. he was relentless… pacing his hips to snap into you fastly and unforgiving. the sound of skin slapping filled the room, mingling with your lewd moans, and the wet drag of his cock through your cunt was absolutely filthy. “look at you,” he grunted, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to meet his gaze. “already fucked dumb from my tongue, and now you’re letting me ruin you. that what you wanted, huh?”

you could barely speak—just nodding, gasping, whining his name as he fucked into you like he was trying to mold your body to his. you babbled broken sentences, too dumb to speak straight from his cock wrecking you.

“yeah, that’s it,” he growled, “take it—fucking take it.” one of his hands slipped under your thigh, pushing your leg up to your chest as he folded you in half, the new angle making you scream. his bulge fucking through your stomach as one of his hands firmly pressed down. he hit something deep buried inside of you and you swore you saw white.

he didn’t let up, driving into that spot again and again like he knew exactly how to break you.

you were incoherent now, reduced to nothing but nonsense and spit spilling from your lips, your second orgasm already building fast, it was impossible to stop. “come on, baby,” he panted, fucking you harder, rougher. “wanna feel you come on my cock—milk me dry. milk my fucking cock.”

and when he reached down and rubbed your clit with his thumb—fast, ruthless—you shattered. again. your entire body clenched, back bowing off the couch, a sob of his name ripping from your throat as you came hard. you clenched around his shaft, walls fluttering around his cock, sucking him in even deeper as his tip kissed your cervix. jake groaned, stuttering in his thrusts, burying his face in your neck. “fuck—fuck, y/n—i’m gonna come—”

he drove into you one last time and came with a loud, broken moan, hips pressed flush to yours as he spilled inside you, hot and thick spurts of cum gathering around the base of his dick as his load leaked from your throbbing cunt.

he didn’t move for a moment, panting into your skin, both of you a sweaty, trembling mess. then, finally, he pulled back just enough to look at you—hair wild, eyes heavy, lips swollen.

“…tell me,” he said, voice hoarse. “tell me i fucked you better.”

you hadn’t even caught your breath when he pulled back to look at you—cheeks flushed. “y-you… only you. you fuck me better, god, better than anyone could. ‘fucking ruined.” your lips were kiss-bitten, eyes glassy with tears. “fuck,” jake whispered, he was frayed with awe. “look at you…”

you felt his hands on your waist, still trembling from the last orgasm he dragged out of you, but the ache between your legs hadn’t dulled—it’d only sharpened.

still pulsing… his desperation to be better than soobin egging you on… you were too far deep, finally understanding how he got so many girls to crawl into bed with him. you sat up, straddling his thighs. you saw the way his jaw tensed, like he was trying so hard not to lose it, slight confusion clouded his expression as he watched you lean into his chest. “wanna feel you,” you murmured, still trying to catch your breath. “inside.… more.”

his eyes nearly rolled back on the spot. “shit…yeah? c’mere, baby. take it. s’what you wanted, right?”

he leaned back against the couch cushions, legs spread wide as you slid your hand down between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance. he was still so hard—his dick was heavy and leaking, hot and you nearly moaned at just the feeling of him against your folds. then you sank down. the stretch made your thighs shake. your head dropped forward and your mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he stuffed you once again, his cock pulsing inside of you as you took shallow drags at his member.

“oh my god, jake…”

his hands flew to your hips, gripping tight enough to bruise. “jesus—fuck. you feel like heaven, baby.” you rolled your hips, grinding down in lazy circles as you got used to the size of him. he seethed through his teeth, eyes flickering between your bouncing tits and the place where your bodies met as you sped up. “look at you,” he groaned. “riding me so good—fuck, you were made for this. made for me… not him.” he smacked your ass, hard.

your hands pressed to his chest for balance, and you picked up the pace, bouncing now. his cock tugged against your walls just right, hitting that spot that made your toes curl, and you couldn’t stop the stream of breathy moans pouring from your mouth.

“you close already, pretty girl?” he rasped, thumb flicking over your clit. “you gonna cum on my cock like this? ‘gonna fuck me til i’m dry? til my cock’s all empty and sore???” you nodded frantically, eyes rolling back fervently. “j-jake—please, i can’t—” “yes you can. ride it out for me. fuck, you’re so tight—don’t stop, baby, don’t you dare stop—” his hands gripped your waist, helping you bounce on his dick as the two of you got lost in pleasure.

your orgasm washed over you with your back arching and your thighs quivering. you could feel him swelling up inside of you, a deep groan tearing from his throat as he spilled into you, bucking up, fucking more of his cum inside of you, desperate to chase every last bit of pleasure.

you collapsed forward onto his chest, both of you sweaty, shaking, breathless. jake brushed your hair back, kissing your temple. “feeling better?” he piqued, his once teasing tone returning. “shut up.” you groaned.

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no hands - l.hs

pairing: loser switch!lee heeseung x switch!reader

synopsis: heeseung's main purpose in life is to please you. that's all he wants to do, and you love it, you love him. if you were to tweak one thing about him, it'd be his awareness to other girls. you know he's hot but he doesn't, therefore, other girls flirt with him regardless if you're there or not. one situation in particular leads to words heeseung can't take back, so he makes it up to you the only way he knows how to-with his tongue, fingers, and dick.

featuring: heeseung of enhypen

genre: smut (mdni!!!), slight angst, pwp (porn w plot)

warnings: heeseung is kinda pathetic, reader wears the pants in this relationship, established relationship, no aftercare but it's like fluffy at the end, make up sex, i think that's all??? lowercase intended

(smut warnings below the cut!)

playlist: no hands by waka flocka flame & attention by the weeknd

wc: 4.597k

a/n: this is fully inspired by the way heeseung hip thrusts in paradoxxx invasion... n another hee fic cause i need him ☺️!

smut warnings: use of toys, mutual masturbation, fingering, oral (f. receiving), monster cock heeseung, a lot of stretching out, heeseung whimpers, switch x switch, p in v, creampies, unprotected sex (big no-no), belly bulges, squirting, size kink, reader is a tease, they're nasty LMAOOOO, lmk if i forgot anything!

you've never ignored his texts before.

not when he was late. not when he forgot your anniversary. not even when the fights got loud enough to make neighbors knock. but now, it's been two days. two days of your name missing from his notifications. two days of unread messages piling up with no replies. two days of silence so thick, he can't sleep, can't think, and barely breathe.

heeseung knows he messed up, he knows the exact second he crossed the line—when his voice got too sharp, when frustration twisted into something mean. he was angry, sure. but you didn't deserve what he said. not you, not when you've always been the one to stay, to listen to forgive.

not when he messed up.

you didn't stay this time. you walked away. from the relationship? situation? him? he wasn't sure. but you didn't slam the door or scream. that might've been easier. instead, you looked at him like he'd just proved every fear you never spoke out loud. like he wasn't safe anymore. and then you left.

he hasn't stepped foot in your shared apartment since. it doesn't feel right without you in it—like the air's too heavy, like the bed's too cold. he's been sleeping on his friend's couch, lying awake at night replaying everything that led to this. over and over again.

he types a message he won't send. "i didn't mean it. i was scared. i hate that i made you feel like you weren't enough. please, baby" delete. type again. delete again.

he's never been good with apologies.

not with women.

you're his first everything. first girlfriend, first time having sex, even his first kiss.

but for you? he's willing to do anything.

his body moves before his mind catches up and now, he's standing outside the door of your shared apartment, heart pounding like it's trying to break free from his chest. he doesn't even know if you're home. he just knows he had to try. because losing you? not an option. not now. not ever.

he's frozen. he doesn't knock, not yet, because all he can think about is that night—the one that flipped everything on its head.

-ˏˋ⋆ 3 days ago ⋆ˊˎ-

the club is packed. lights flashing, bass shaking the floor, bodies pressed too close together. it was supposed to be a fun night out with friends—something casual. you hadn't even wanted to go at first, but heeseung pulled you in with that stupidly hot grin and a promise whispered against your neck:

"just one drink, baby. i'll be glued to your side the whole night."

he wasn't.

it started slow. the first girl who leaned in too close to shout something in his ear, fingers brushing his chest like it was casual. the second one who asked him if he was single, loud enough for you to hear over the music. he laughed—brushed it off, clueless in the way only heeseung could be. “nah, i’m taken,” he’d said with a smile, already turning back to the bar. like it didn’t matter. like he didn’t notice the way your face dropped every time it happened again. and again.

he wasn’t flirting back. that was the worst part.

because he wasn’t doing anything wrong, and that made you feel crazy. insecure. irrational. like you were overreacting when your chest was tightening with every giggle, every glance, every hand that lingered too long on the guy who was supposed to be yours.

but the real twist came when one of the girls—bold and drunk and so damn sure of herself—reached for his phone and he let her.

you watched it happen from across the dance floor. she typed something in, laughing like they’d known each other forever. and he just stood there, blinking slow like his brain hadn’t caught up to his body yet.

he didn’t even look for you in the crowd. didn’t see the way you froze. didn’t see how fast you turned away.

because you knew.

after you got home, you confronted him, voice shaking. he furrowed his brows like he was the one who’d been hurt. “what are you talking about? she just put in her spotify to play a song—i didn’t even save her contact.”

but it was too late. it wasn’t about the number. it wasn’t even about the girl.

it was about how easy it was for someone else to take space in his attention. how easily he forgot you were right there, feeling invisible.

and when you finally snapped, voice rising with every word. heeseung—tired, drunk, and defensive—said the one thing that shattered everything:

“i can’t babysit your insecurities every time we go out.”

that’s what did it.

not the girls, not the phone. not even the forgetfulness.

that.

that sentence, that tone.

the way he made you feel like the problem.

-ˏˋ⋆ present time ⋆ˊˎ-

and now he’s outside your apartment, heart in his throat, replaying it all. wishing he could take it back. rewrite that night. reach for you instead of grabbing the next drink.

but the worst part? the part that haunts him?

he still doesn’t know if he deserves forgiveness.

you know he’s out there.

you heard the elevator ding, the shuffle of footsteps just beyond your door. the quiet, hesitant knock that followed.

but you don’t move.

you sit on the floor, back against the cold wall of your bedroom, knees pulled to your chest. your phone is on the nightstand, lit up with another message you won’t open. you don’t need to read it. you already know what it says. “i’m sorry.” “can we talk?” “please.”

you pick at a loose thread in your sleeve, jaw tight, heart aching. you don’t want to cry again. you’ve already done that. in the shower, on the couch, in the silence that filled this apartment after you locked the door behind you and waited—half hoping he’d chase after you, half hoping he wouldn’t.

heeseung used to be your safe space.

now, you don’t even know who you are when you’re still standing next to him—if you’re still his, or just someone waiting to be forgotten in the next room, the next club, the next crowd.

and yet…

a part of you wants to open the door.

to see if he’s still there. to see if he looks sorry, or just tired and confused. part of you wants to press your forehead to his chest and ask why he didn’t see you.

conflicted, you weigh the pros and cons.

pros: you’d get an answer, you’d see if he looks as wrecked as he makes it seem, you could work through this bump (hopefully).

cons: you’re still hurt, you don’t want to make this easy for him, and you know you’ll break down when you hear his soft voice.

after an internal debate in your head, you decide needing answers outweigh the cons you listed.

heeseung didn’t think you’d open the door. he expected to walk back to his friends house with the same heavy heart, and bags under his eyes.

he’s about to walk away when he hears footsteps approaching the door.

it opens. and you’re standing there.

you.

even with your bare face, red eyes, dark eye bags, and puffy cheeks, you’re the most angelic and stunning person he’s ever had the blessing to lay his eyes on.

he freezes in his spot, standing across from you.

“h-hi,” he’s the first one to break the deafening silence. you don’t say anything. just open the door and step aside, signaling him to come in.

he treads lightly, hovering by the entrance, not knowing what to expect from you.

you close the door behind him, the soft click echoing louder than either of you expected. heeseung’s eyes flicker around the space, taking in the dim lighting, the half-drunk tea on the table, the blanket you were probably using the night you came back here. it feels…intimate.

but he doesn’t say a word.

you finally turn to face him. arms crossed. guarded.

he hates that you look like you’ve been crying. hates that he’s the reason even more.

“i didn’t think you’d come,” you say, voice quiet but steady.

“i wasn’t sure i would,” he admits. “but then i realized i couldn’t not.”

there’s a pause. neither of you move.

then, almost in a whisper, you ask, “why did you do it?”

heeseung flinches. it’s not a dramatic reaction, just a flicker of guilt crossing his face—but you catch it. he runs a hand through his hair, breathing out slow. “because i was scared,” he finally says. “scared of what it meant. how real it felt.”

your throat tightens, “so you just what? ran? pushed me away?”

“i thought if i pretended i didn’t care, it’d go away.”

“did it?”

he looks at you then—really looks.

“no.”

you stare at him. jaw clenching. “you said you couldn’t babysit my insecurities. remember that?” his head drops slightly, guilt heavier in the curve of his shoulders. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“then how did you mean it, heeseung?” your voice cracks. “because it sounded like you were tired of me. like i was some burden you couldn’t wait to drop.”

he steps forward, hands twitching at his sides. “you were hurting. and i didn’t know how to help. i just—i got frustrated and said the worst thing i could have.”

“and you think showing up now erases that???”

“no,” he says quickly. “but it means something that i’m here, doesn’t it?”

you scoff. “only if you came to say something real, not just some excuse.”

he looks up at you, eyes dark, voice low, “i came because i couldn’t stop thinking about you. about what i said. about how i hurt you. and how i’d do anything to take it back.”

you hesitate, anger and ache crashing inside you like waves. “you made me feel like i was too much for needing reassurance. for wanting to feel wanted.”

he steps closer. “you were never too much. i was just too much of a coward.”

the silence between you thickens, his breath mingling with yours. your chest rises, then his. heeseung’s eyes drop to your lips, and when he speaks again, it’s raspy.

“you think i don’t want you?”

his hand reaches up, tentative at first—fingertip brushing your jaw.

“i’ve wanted you every second since the first time we kissed. even when we fought, even when i walked away like a fucking idiot.”

you swallow hard, your lips parting slightly. “then show me.”

and that’s all it takes.

his lips crash into yours with a desperation that’s been simmering since you walked away that night. he kisses you like it’s the only apology he knows how to give, his hands sliding into your hair, down your back, gripping your waist like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

and you are.

your fingers bunch in his shirt, tugging him closer, until your bodies are pressed together and nothing else matters—not the past, not the words, not the wounds. just heat. friction. the sound of your name falling from his lips between kisses.

he walks you backward, blindly, until the back of your knees hit your bed. you fall, pulling him down with you. his mouth moves from your lips to your jaw, down your neck, murmuring soft, breathless apologies between each kiss.

“tell me to stop,” he whispers against your skin.

you look down at him, chest heaving, eyes glassy. “don’t you dare stop.”

he groans, planting more kisses near your collarbones. he tugs at your sweater, and with a small nod of your head, he gently lifts your arms up and slips the item of clothing off your body. “fuck, no bra, baby?” he mutters in awe, staring at your naked tits. you blush and a whimper escapes your mouth at his fiery gaze.

heeseung gets off the bed to take off his clothes, urging you to do the same. by the time you strip your sweats off your legs, he’s still fully clothed, admiring you at your most vulnerable state.

you want to make this a bit challenging for him, so you crawl onto the bed with your back propped up on the headrest, spreading your legs. your bare core is displayed to his hungry eyes. wet, warm, and pulsing.

your whimpers and whines bring him back to earth as you start to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves. he quickly rips his hoodie off, revealing his abs and biceps, making you moan just at the sight of him. yeah, he’s a loser, but god. is he hot.

he climbs on the bed, hovering over you, in nothing but his boxers. as he makes his way between your legs, eager to taste your sopping wet cunt, you swat his hands away.

“not yet, baby, i didn’t say you could touch me, did i?” he stares at you with his wide doe eyes, “no, you didn’t,” he chokes out.

you motion for him to get off you and sit on the chair that rests parallel to your bed.

knowing how handsy heeseung gets, you think this’ll be fair for his punishment.

as you start to gather the wetness between your legs, heeseung whimpers, body aching to reach out and touch you. he knows he deserves more than this but his body craves you. he doesn’t wanna count the amount of times he jerked off in the three days you ignored him.

he sits across from you, legs spread, bulge poking through his boxers. he presses his hand on his aching length, hissing at his sensitivity. god he needs you bad. but he decides he’ll be patient, waiting for your patience to snap instead.

you push a finger inside your clenching hole, sighing at the stimulation. it isn’t enough to make you cum, but heeseung watching makes it that much better. his eyes are locked on your pussy, the way your clit throbs, the way you clench around one of your measly fingers (he knows his are thicker and longer, exactly what you deserve).

he tries to ignore the pulsing between his legs, but he’s a weak man. especially when it comes to you.

he slides his boxers down his legs, freeing his thick length for your eyes to feast on.

heeseung truly has no idea how big he is. you were the woman who took his virginity, gave him his first handjob and blowjob, even his first kiss. you’ve been together for three years, hooked up plenty of times, but he always needs to stretch you out beforehand.

at first, he never understood why, but he figured it was normal.

he in fact is not a normal man with a normal cock.

the first handful of times you guys had sex, it took 30 minutes just for him to bottom out.

which brings you to now, watching his hand grip his base. even his hand (that is way larger than yours), can barely wrap around him. he has length and girth. and you’re the only person who will ever know the pleasure he’s so desperate to provide.

he squeezes his dick, drops of precum practically spilling out of his tip, if you didn’t know him, you’d have thought he just came. but no, his balls match his cock in the sense that they are large and have a lot of cum to give.

he swipes his palm over his wet tip, groaning at the sensitivity. he’s so hard it hurts.

you both sit across from each other, pleasuring yourselves. the scene is erotic and the sounds are just as bad. he’s groaning every time his hand moves up and down, and you’re moaning, pumping your fingers in and out of your clenching hole.

“ba—baby can i—please.. touch you,” he says through grunts. you let out a loud moan, basking in how desperate he is to please you. “not yet, my love.”

he whimpers, cock aching, hips bucking up into his fist rapidly. you look so hot all spread out, fingering yourself. he just wants to lend a helping hand. you reach over to your nightstand, and pull out a box. a box he knows all too well. inside are toys, a variety. you reach in and grab a dildo. one you guys used when heeseung was prepping you to take him.

you lay down on the bed with your head resting on your plush pillows, sliding the toy down in between your legs, gathering your slick to use as lube.

heeseung’s eyes are bulging out of his head. he’s never seen a hotter sight, feeling like he’s missing out. that should be his cock you’re using, not some silicon toy that won’t give you pleasure like he can.

he decides this is fair and sits there, hand not moving anymore, just resting by his side. you take a glance at him before sliding the toy in your awaiting hole, his rock hard dick is resting on his abs, drooling precum.

you don’t waste any time. having taken this dildo before, you slide it right in, moaning at the slight stretch. heeseung then moves to the bed, resting on the edge, watching you intently.

he doesn’t move to touch you, he knows his place. he just watches you fuck yourself on a toy. his anger and impatience starts to rise because that should be him fucking you.

all of a sudden, he gets an idea, and slots himself between your legs. not touching you, just slowly stroking his cock while you slide the toy in and out, moaning.

you tilt your head back up, locking eyes with a smug heeseung.

“go on, baby, fuck yourself with that thing.” he grins. you don’t say anything in response, just picking up the pace at which you fuck yourself with the toy, eyes never leaving his. he jerks off faster and before you know it, thick ropes of cum land all over your torso. with a loud groan, his pace slows down, allowing him to ride out his high. just as he thinks he’s nearing the end, you cum around the silicon dildo, but this time feels different.

your head is tilted back, eyes rolling into your head so hard you think they’ll get stuck. it isn’t until you feel his presence on top of you that you open your eyes. you look down and realize you squirted all over him. his hair is a bit wet, his torso is soaked, and your sheets are damp.

“fucked yourself so hard you squirted, huh?” you gulp. he has never looked so authoritative, and yet, you feel a familiar throbbing between your legs, signalling you wanted, no you needed more.

heeseung hurriedly flips you over, throwing the small dildo to the corner of the room and plants his hands on your hips.

you look over your shoulder and remove his hands, “what’d i say, hee? no hands.” he just smirks at you and lines his swollen tip to your tiny hole.

“ready, princess?” he says too smug, and you just whimper, “yes, please. need it—need you.”

before you have time to close your mouth from speaking, he thrusts into you, barely able to fit half of him in one motion.

you release the loudest moan he’s heard from you, and stills, allowing you to adjust. it hasn’t been long since you last had sex with him, but he makes it feel like your first. every. time. and you never get sick of it.

he grunts from the tightness, it’s almost painful. he can’t even move with how you clench around him. “fuck—still so tight, baby,” he moans out at the sensation. he can feel you all too well—the way to clench, the way you pulse. it’s nearly too much for both of you.

he feels like he could cum just from this, but he pushes the feeling down, not wanting to cum straight away. “you okay?” he wills himself to say despite the snug feeling of your walls clamping down. “y-yeah,” you mutter, already looking fucked out.

you try to adjust to the feeling, getting needier by the second. thinking he’s sheathed fully inside you, you look back and realize he’s barely halfway inside. at the realization, you moan into your pillow, arching your back further.

heeseung’s using all of his willpower to not touch you, but fuck. it’s hard (pun intended).

noticing your more relaxed state, he pushes his hips further, when you grab his arms and pull him forward. he lands with his chest to your back, cock plunged all the way inside.

you both moan so loud, you think the neighbors will come knocking.

“hee,” you groan out, gripping the sheets so tight, your knuckles turn white.

“it’s okay baby, breathe” he says softly, resting his cheek on your back and bringing a hand up to rub your swollen clit, to ease the discomfort.

he smiles against your back when he hears little moans leaving your lips, “fuck so proud of your for taking me so fast,” he grunts, your walls still squeezing his raging cock.

as your breathing has stabilized a bit, you move to prop yourself up on your elbows, wanting him to hear every filthy noise that comes out.

he lifts himself off of your back, staring down at where you two are connected, seeing his large cock plunged into your tiny cunt. the slight is enough to make him drool. no feeling could beat your velvety walls wrapped around him so snug and tight. he’s never felt this good or satisfied.

all he knew before you was his right hand.

“feel like i’m gonna cum,” your lips form a slight pout, not wanting to cum so early. his fingers are still working your clit, rubbing in tight, controlled circles.

you whimper his name, and he already knows. he presses his hips closer to your stretched out hole, somehow sheathing another inch inside you, and that's all it takes for you to unravel.

“cumming!” you blurt out as he feels you convulse on his cock. “cream this dick, angel.” the way you grip his cock nearly makes his mind slip into subspace. he’s so far gone, lost in the pleasure you provide him. his mind is hazy, the only thing slipping from his lips is your name.

you shove your face into the pillow even further, muffling your screams, wanting to be wary of your neighbors.

heeseung’s not having it.

he slowly pulls your hair into a ponytail, and brings your head up, whispering against your head, “c’mon baby, let me hear you, hm?”

and that’s where your resolve breaks, you want his hands everywhere, you need him to touch you. “hee… touch me—fuck please,” you whimper.

he releases your hair and brings both of his hands up, cupping your tits. he takes one hand and softly pinches your nipple, swirling it between his fingers.

your walls clamp down harder, if that was even possible, earning a groan from heeseung.

the feeling of your walls alone has him emptying his load deep inside you. even worse, he hasn’t even moved the whole time he’s been inside you.

“fuck” he grunts, his shaft pulsing inside you with each rope of his sticky cum that paints your walls.

you moan, feeling his tip release rope, after rope inside your fluttering hole.

he’s lodged so deep, his cum doesn’t have to go far to reach your womb.

heeseung brings his hands away from your tits to find home on your belly. more specifically, where a bulge has been formed, ever since he first slid inside you.

he presses down slightly, able to feel how far he is inside your guts.

you moan, a familiar coil winding tightly right where his hand is.

he takes that sign as a green light and slowly pulls out, barely halfway, before plunging right back in.

your both reduced to moaning messes, chasing yet another high. the lewd, wet sounds coming from where you guys are connected, make you hide your face between your arms, heat creeping to your cheeks.

heeseung pulls out of you and flips you both over, so you’re on top of him. “nuh uh, don’t hide your beautiful face—” he gets cut off with a whimper that emerges from his mouth when he feels you bouncing on him.

you lift your hips up, then right back down, feeling him even deeper than before.

even after cumming a second time, he was still hard. he could never get enough of you. the only girl he’s ever known, inside and out.

“hee, s’big” you let out under your breath. his mouth is suddenly dry, he’s at a loss for words. you look absolutely stunning on top of him. so he whimpers. continuously, while you let praises slip from your lips. lots of “feels so good,” “you’re so deep,” and of course, loud, loud moans.

your hands rest on heeseung’s abs, lightly tracing each divot and running over the smooth skin of his chest.

his abs tighten, the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around his aching cock, and the stimulation of your soft fingers on his skin drives him even closer to the edge.

he grips your hips and holds you up, starting to thrust into you at a rapid pace. throwing his head back he grunts, “fuck so tight. relax for me baby, please.”

“c-can’t, feel s-s’full,” you manage to get out.

you’re on the edge. heeseung’s thrusts have not slowed down at all, keeping the same, fast, steady pace.

he’s everywhere in your guts, rearranging them and he isn’t even going as hard as he can.

you’re both worn out, having cum twice, but you mutually agreed a third high is right around the corner.

heeseung feels your walls clamping tighter and tighter which can only mean one thing—you’re close. and he silently thanks the gods because he’s been putting off his third orgasm since he flipped you both. the visual of you on top of him, boobs bouncing in his face, is always too much.

he picks up the pace and brings a hand to your clit, pressing down just the right amount. you hiss at the sensitivity, starting to meet his thrusts by bouncing down when he’s thrusting up.

he starts to rub your clit in circles, and within seconds, you’re releasing on him with a loud whine. clamping down on his dick, heeseung releases your hips, letting himself still inside your sopping cunt while he cums.

he cums so much you feel it slip down your legs, coating his cock.

you collapse on top of him, the sticky mess between you both being the least of your worries.

breathing heavy, heeseung is the first to break the silence. “i really am sorry. for what i said, and what happened at the club. i was stupid and said the wrong thing. the worst thing.” you sigh and press a kiss to his sweaty cheek, “i can’t pretend what you said didn’t hurt me, but i forgive you. i love you too much to let something like this come between us. let’s just talk next time, yeah? when we aren’t too emotionally unstable or under the influence.”

hearing your words, heeseung smiles. a genuine smile, one that reaches his eyes. he presses a soft and tender kiss to your lips, mumbling an ‘i love you more’ that doesn’t go unnoticed.

nothing else is said between you both, but it doesn’t matter.

the past three days have been hell. but this—this was heaven, and it was yours again.

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