Rafe Cameron x Reader smut
Family dinner with the Camerons sucks⊠he needs to take his frustration out somehow. Luckily his pretty girl is right there.
Warnings: Ward Cameron ewww, fingering, dirty talk
Very ashamed to admit I thought of this when I was in a car with my family đ
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You were actually pretty excited for this. Not particularly excited to see Ward or Rose. But Sarah was okay and Wheezie was amazing. Plus a dinner with the Camerons meant dressing up nicely, taking time to do your makeup, making sure your hair looked perfect, wearing a silver necklace with Rafes initial that he got for you. You felt good about yourself.
It also meant your boyfriend was gonna dress up. Wear a nice black shirt, wear his expensive rings, heâd smell so damn good. God you couldnât wait for him to pick you up.
Rafe was almost at your house. He always tip-toed around the idea whether to invite you to their family dinners or not. Because⊠what if you wouldnât like it? What if dragging you into their family business hurt you in some kind of way? What if it revealed to you what kind of a person he really is? That one scared him the most. But the image of you beside him kinda drew every worry away.
All of the remaining worries disappeared once you opened your door for him and flashed him a smile, hugging him tightly without even giving him a chance to take a proper look at you. âHey there beautiful, hey let me get a look at you,â he mumbled and pulled away, his eyes scanning your figure head to toe.
You looked so fucking hot to him. In that figure hugging black dress with your hair up, revealing your pretty neck and the necklace that sat there, letting everyone know that you were his.
He gave it to you a while ago when he was just about to pick you up to take you to dinner. Rafe pulled up and saw you through your window, pacing around in excitement, checking if you have everything and debating over something with yourself. He just sat there for a minute, just eyes on you you, admiring you in peace (he didnât feel at peace often⊠but always with you). Your own eyes looked out the window and you smiled at him.
He was at your door immediately, âHi,â you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you.
âHey,â he murmured and burried his nose into your hair and neck as you leaned into him. âYou smell so good,â he whispered, squeezing you tightly. ââThat what you were debatinâ about in the window? My, myâŠâ
You chuckled and he got enamoured by that sound instantly, he allowed you to drag him inside, his lips softly kissing your neck the second he closed the door of your room, and while he was at it, he searched for a little fancy bag in his pocket. He gave you a little bite to let you know he really missed you.
You pulled on his hair and he let out a groan, biting right under your ear before he stopped completely. âClose your eyes for me baby.â
You did, all giggly and it made him chuckle as well.
He opened the silk bag and pulled out the thing. It was a bit fancier but honestly he didnât need an occasion⊠he just wanted to get it for you. So he did. It was a necklace made from silver and really dark red ruby detailing with the initial âRâ.
You opened your eyes and took a look at it, âOh.â You smiled, showing your teeth, leaning in to kiss him. âThank you, baby, I love it.â
âI love you,â He returned the quick kiss. It looked so damn good on you. He sighed once he finished putting it on you, admiring you, his fingers roaming your body.
âI love you,â you gasped for air as you felt him squeeze your hips.
âOkay,â he kissed your lips properly this time, âwe still have some time,â Rafe mumbled between kisses and gave your lower lip a bite, âGodâŠâ
You had to redo your whole makeup that dayâŠ
He chuckled when he thought of that memory. Unfortunately he couldnât afford the luxury of dragging you inside and showing you who you belong to, show you how much he loves you or cover your entire body in markings today. His dad was waiting for him. And Rafe couldnât let him down.
The drive there was nice, you kept on rambling about your day and Rafe listened and kept playing with the hem of your dress with his free hand. When he tried to go higher you lightly smacked his fingers and he rolled his eyes and just kept massaging your thigh.
âI canât wait to see Wheezie,â youâd say, and he knew what you were doing, mentioning his little sister on purpose to throw his mind off dirty thoughts about you. It definitely worked. For about a minute.
Ward was waiting for you. He said hi to Rafe and welcomed you with the fakest smile youâve ever seen. You fake smiled right back at him. Rose never really treated you like someone important enough to even look at, she just considered you Rafes hook up of the month (even tho youâd been together for a while), and said a quick hi and ignored your presence for the rest of the evening. And you were glad she did.
Sarah was nice, smiled at you here and there as you two helped out with decorating the table â Ward insisted that neither of you had to do any work but you both genuinely enjoyed it. She was making small talk, and you knew she didnât really trust you enough to open up. But she was being polite and she chuckled at your jokes so you appreciated her presence.
Sarah didnât mind you at all. You were nice to her, funny, and she felt like she often clicked with you right away and like you might even become friends. But you were dating Rafe. So there mustâve been something sketchy about you and sheâd rather not know. The idea of anyone finding him appealing genuinely confused the hell out of her.
And then there was Wheezie, running to you the second she saw you (ignoring Wards comments about being polite and not running around the garden), she immediately welcomed you, gave you a colorful bracelet she made and shared her thoughts about the events of a tv show you were both watching.
âAnd Jimmy cheated on her?! Come on!â
âOh my God, I know right?! I really felt like he would neverâŠâ
Rafe watched you two with softened eyes, the image of you wearing his necklace made his pants feel tight but you laughing with Wheezie while wearing a bracelet she made you made his heart melt. He didnât even notice Ward tried to call him over. Until he did. He straightened and made his way over to dad, feeling the sudden cold surround him.
âYeah, dad?â He asked, not missing how irritated Ward was already. Ward explained another guest will be joining today â an important man, potentially a new business partner. Heâd join with his two kids as well. Rafe wasnât happy about it. If he knew it was just going to be a business meeting he wouldnât have dragged you along.
âBe at your best behavior, son.â Ward said with a cold face and went over to Rose.
Rafe wasnât very talkative for the rest of the evening. You could tell he wanted to impress his dad. He sat straight, he laughed politely at jokes that were not fucking funny at all, and you could not be more irritated by the kid that sat next to you.
Ward forgot to mention that these two kids were absolute fucking spoiled brats. And they both got a seat next to you. The kid closer to you would constantly hit his spoon, making the food spray everywhere, heâd occasionally kick you under the table, he spilled his drink and a little bit of it got on your dress. The kid sitting next to his brother was not any better, constantly making loud noises. God you were fuming.
Rafe noticed all of it but he was surprisingly better at hiding his anger than you were. He really was so different around his dad. When the kid kicked you again you were ready to throw hands, but Rafe touched your leg under the table and squeezed your thigh firmly, trying to tell you to stay calm. He looked at you with soft, sad eyes and you hated his father so much in that moment.
You locked eyes with him, your anger only getting worse as you raised your eyebrows, clearly irritated and ready to stand up for yourself, but he just kept pleading for you to stay calm with his own eyes so you rolled yours and grabbed his hand with your own, forcing him to squeeze your thigh a lot more. You moved his hand up, and squeezed again, signaling for him to keep it there.
He stopped eating for a second, his body freezing as he did exactly as you asked, grip so firm itâs definitely gonna leave a mark, his cold rings sending shivers through your legs and his fingers dangerously close to your pussy, spreding warmth through your belly. He kept squeezing and massaging, trying to ease your tension.
â⊠Well, what does your son think about that?â The man suddenly asked and Rafeâs gaze shot up, feeling panic tug at his nerves.
âUm⊠sorry, could you repeat it?â He asked, Ward was killing him with his eyes, anger and frustration so evident. And Rafe was cursing himself as well. He was listening the whole time, only allowed himself to get distracted for a few seconds. But Ward didnât know that. Now it looked like Rafe didnât know how to be professional at all and like he wasnât paying attention the whole time. It looked bad for business. He embarassed his father andâ
You felt his hand loosing itâs grip on your skin, his fingers running cold and begin to shake. You grabbed his big hand into your own, connecting your fingers with his and running soothing circles over his fingers with your thumb.
He was so glad he had you.
Rafe actually gave a thought-out answer, trying to focus on details and benefits of the deal but the man didnât pay him much mind anymore.
âHm,â was all he said.
Ward chuckled. âDonât bother asking him any more questions.â
Rafe was like a statue in these moments. Unreadable, still, and so cold. But you knew him. You saw the way his eyelids became heavy and his eyes empty.
Fuck Ward Cameron.
Fuck that man. And his stupid brats.
The dinner dragged on, you ate some of the food and Rafe did too, but you could tell he didnât want to eat at all. You kept holding his hand in your lap under the table. His fingers sometimes brushed against the inner side of your thigh again, but his mind was elsewhere.
Everything escalated so quickly when the kid grabbed a piece of meat off his plate and slapped your arm with it. Rafe fucking snapped.
âHey, dipshit, quit it!â He yelled at the boy, his protectivness over you blinding him.
âRafe.â Ward warned but that was the fucking line right there.
âDo some stupid shit one more fucking time to her and Iââ
âRafe!â
ââ and I swear Iâllââ
âRAFE!â Ward yellet and slammed the table, standing up. âLeave.â
Rafe looked at him, anger seething from him, he was breathing heavily and standing up too. âSeriously?â He spat and you swore youâve never heard him talk to Ward this way. So angry, so careless what his fatherâs gonna think. And it was over you. To protect you. Even now he was standing in front of you, shielding you, protecting you from all this bullshit.
âLeave, Rafe, now!â
âAlright!â He grabbed your wrist, dragging you with him, his grip too rough and sharp. You followed, not even getting the chance to thank them for the food but you honestly didnât know if youâd even manage to say thank you to Ward ever again for anything.
âRafeââ
âWhat?!â He snapped at you as well as he led you out of the gate towards his suv. He realised that he was hurting you immediately after and let go of your wrist. âFuck, sorry.â He said, much softer.
ââs okay.â You rubbed your hands together.
âI canât fucking believe this shit,â Rafe mumbled, still seething, his steps so fast you almost couldnât keep up now that he let go of you.
You knew better than to try to comfort him in this state. It was so easy for you to offer comfort whenever he was sad, you knew your way around his sadness so well by now. But not his anger. He needed space. He needed to groan angrily and hit his steering wheel a few times and then once he stopped breathing so heavily you reached your hand to his, running your fingers over his knuckles.
âThank you.â
âWhat?â He mumbled, mind still a bit hazy.
âFor standing up for me like that.â He kept quiet and you werenât sure if it was okay to joke around already but you added that it was really hot anyway.
He chuckled and you grinned as well, getting through to him.
âWhatever, kid.â He mumbled and started the car.
He was tense the whole ride, and you missed when he joked around with you earlier and kept rubbing the hem of your dress between his fingers. You missed his touch as well.
âRafey.â
âHm?â
âHand?â You tried simply, reaching for his hand, leaving it up to him to decide if he wants to give it to you or not right now. He listened immediately, offering it to you, using his other hand to drive.
You smiled and brought his knuckles to your lips, kissing them gently. âWhat would I do without you?â You mumbled, and kept kissing his hand softly, you felt him tense up and smirked.
âYou always protect me so well. Make me feel safe.â You keep going and you know itâs pulling at his heart. Thatâs all he ever wanted to do, keep his close ones safe. You keep kissing his index finger until you reach itâs tip, gently sucking on it, and biting down.
âFuck,â Rafe groans and immediately reacts, inserting his middle finger into your mouth as well, pushing down on your tongue, going deeper and then out, and back in. You keep twirling your tongue around his fingers and biting down gently.
He stops at a red light and takes his fingers out of your mouth, you donât even really have a chance to say anything, he leans over to you and grabs your necklace and pulls you in as if it were a collar. With so much force youâre surprised it doesnât snap.
âThink you can fucking do that, huh?â He says in a low voice, kissing you rough, his teeth clashing with yours and his tongue exploring your mouth. He tugs at the necklace, pulling you closer, earning a whimper from you.
He keeps kissing you and biting your lower lip until a green light illuminates your face. He pushes you back with force and starts driving again. His hand finds your thigh and he shamelessly squeezes it, making yet another sound escape your lips.
He smirked and ran his middle finger over your already coated panties, rubbing you over the fabric, only making it more and more soaked. âDesperate much?â He mumbled.
You gave a quick nod and rocked your hips against his fingers, wanting more, needing more. âShit, alright baby, here,â he pulled your panties to the side and brought his fingers to your mouth again.
âGet âem nice and wet for me, would you?â
You immediately obliged, taking his fingers in, moaning when he moved them in and out a few times again. Rafe collected your saliva and brought them to your aching pussy, revealed to the night air.
âWords, princess,â he mumbled and kept teasing you with light touches.
âFuck, Rafe please,â you arched your back, trying to reach his hand with your hips again.
âWords.â
âFuck me with your fingers, please.â
âAtta girl,â he almost moaned himself, inserting his middle finger in, stretching you out good for him, feeling the slick around him, he pumped in and out of you a few times before adding another finger, making you moan and grip his wrist, making sure his hand would stay there and using it to support yourself as you moved your hips against his hand a few times, desperate.
He ran into another red light and the second the car stopped his lips were swallowing your again, his now free hand gripping your hair, pulling your head back with force, revealing your pretty, pretty neck to him. His long fingers pumped in and out of you quickly, his rings sending cold shivers through your entire body and his teeth now marking your neck, leaving purple bruises.
âFucking love you, yâknow that?â He mumbled and you whimpered a quick mhm, leaving a wet pool on his seats. Rafe groaned when a car honked at him and he had to drive again. He stopped moving his fingers and you desperately moved your hips but he almost pulled them out.
âNuh-uh, baby. Only on red lights, alright? Be good.â
âNo, Rafe, please,â you whined and he pulled his fingers out of you, suddenly leaving you feeling empty.
âWhat was that?â
âNothinâ,â you mumbled. He smiled and inserted them back into you, but didnât move. âGood baby. Such a good baby for me, hm?â
âY-yeah,â you whined, the urge to move against him too strong. He knew that. He felt bad for you so he rubbed his thumb over your clit. Real slow, making you even more desperate.
You saw a red light and your eyes sparkled with excitement but it flashed green right before he stopped the car.
âFuck,â you whispered and Rafe laughed and fucked you with his fingers for a bit, feeling bad for you. But then he stopped again.
âRafey I canâtââ
âShhhh,â he cooed, rubbing your clit with his thumb gently, âyou can.â
You kept whining and begging but he didnât give in until a red light. Finally. You were the one to pull him in this time, biting his lip and kissing him roughly, mixing your salivas and rocking your hips so desperately against his hand. He groaned against your lips, having you so worked up sending shivers through his own body.
âFuck, like that?â He asked between the messy kisses, hitting a spot he knew all too well, and you closed your eyes and breathed weakly, nodding.
âWords or Iâll stop, princess.â
âYeah, right there. Shit, fuckâ right there Rafey,â
He sped up his movements, fingering you so fast and so deep and so good. A green light illuminated your fucked out face but he didnât care. There were no other cars on the road and so he just didnât go.
âRafeyââ you arched your back, covering his fingers in slick, his rubbing on your clit sending vibrations of pleasure through you.
âMhm? Gonâ cum for me, princess?â His voice was hoarse, rough, he was breathing just as heavily as you, kissing and biting your neck.
Finally a wave of pleasure ran through you as you reached your climax, shaking from how good it felt. A green light illuminated you again and he wished he could just stay there and stare at you, admire you. But this time he had to go, so he used his free hand to drive again, fingers still inside you until you stopped shaking and throbbing around him.
âThere you go,â he chuckled, collecting some of the slick you left on his seat, âmade such a mess,â he mumbled and brought his fingers to your lips again. You obediently opened up, licking and sucking and tasting yourself off him so lazily all of a sudden.
âCanât even clean after yourself, baby,â he scolded you but in reality he didnât mind at all, collecting the rest and sucking it off his fingers himself, getting drunk from the taste of you.
He kept his hand on your knee for the rest of the ride, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb, knowing you felt sore. You were falling asleep, eyelids heavy and mind foggy. You didnât even notice it when the car stopped. Rafe got out of the car and walked over to your side.
âCâme here,â he mumbled and picked you up, carrying you, âletâs get you to bed, alright?â He whispered and you mumbled a quiet mhm, clinging to him.
At this point he forgot about the disaster at the dinner, his mind focusing on you only.
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the violence of the dog days.
pairing: jeongguk x reader
summary: In the midst of summertime, after a week of neglect, your boyfriend has a way of making you feel even more heated.
OR
you're hot and horny for jeongguk.
rating: matuređ (minors please dni)
genre: non-idol au, college au, established relationship, smut, fluff, pwp
word count: 9.2k words of unadulterated smut.
warnings: reader and jeongguk are absolute horny simps for each other, but they're also so inlove, soft boyfriend jeongguk (because yes that is a warning), jeongguk is a law student (oof), overuse of the petname 'baby', reader hasn't been getting it seven days a weekđ, switch jeongguk (kinda), hair pulling, hickeys, making out, thigh riding, nipple play (jeongguk is proudly a boob guy), religious imagery because jeongguk worships reader like a god, usage of the words 'c*nt' and 'p*ssy' (because i know some people are iffy about that), cunnilingus (f-receiving), jeongguk is low-key a sadist y'all (in his fantasies), a bit of dom/sub dynamics, prayers for reader because jeongguk's got that big dđđœ, unprotected sex, doggy style, degradation, a teeny weeny bit of overstimulation, creampie - like this is just pure smut guys đŹ, possessive sex, choking, aftercare, reader kinda hints at having attachment issues (but don't we all).
author's note:
1. please ignore any typos :). of course, i'd appreciate any feedback or constructive criticism. but if you find yourself uncomfortable by any of the themes in this fic, there's no need for hate, just kindly move on.
2. also, this is a lot longer and softer than i intended. this fic was supposed to be purely hard smut, but i fell in love with the characters and their relationship, and some aspects of the story just turned out sickeningly sweet - so proceed with caution.
You're an hour into tossing and turning when you can't take it anymore.
The heat.
With June coming to a close end, the surviving remnants of summer creep in through your bedroom window with barely a whisper of a breeze. It clings to every part of your skin, that ever-lingering humidity thickening the air, and wraps itself around your body like a cloak. For some reason, you thought that scrolling aimlessly through the various apps on your phone would help distract your mind from the muggy weather or maybe, by some miracle, even lull you to sleep.
But it hasnâtâof course it hasn't. Because summer is here to stay, burrowing deep within your bones and making a home there. Each passing minute is a testament to that, insomnia creeping up your spine with ill intent and wriggling into every cranny of your mind until you feel like you're losing it.
Perhaps you are, you think.
Because when the desk fan a few feet away suddenly stops whirring and the fumbling grasp you had on sleep slips from your reach like a fleeting dream in the morning light as a result of itâdrifting further and further awayâyou hit your breaking point. The lack of white noise and cool air blowing your way mounts your frustration into place. It hangs there in the ether like a looming shadow but, unlike your slumber, has no plans of deserting you.
With an annoyed huff, you drop your phone back onto the nightstand for the umpteenth time and kick your leg out from under the duvet.
âFuck.â You sigh, rolling onto your back.
A thin sheen of sweat lingers on the surface of your skin, causing the sheets to stick uncomfortably to every part of your body. You spread your limbs out like a starfish in some futile attempt to cool them down, hoping that you'll catch a draft, but the action only reminds you of how largely cavernous your bed feels right now.
The space beside you is missing a particular doe-eyed boy and, as your hand brushes over the empty spot, you realize that it's not so much the seasonal heat that's making you feel weirdly restless, but rather Jeongguk's absence. In an inconveniently clingy way, you need his body settled next to you at night, your legs and arms a tangled mess beneath the blankets.
You don't know why that is. Why sleep eludes you like a compass without direction, unable to find its way to you when Jeongguk isn't near. But you don't mull over it or give the thought a foothold to stand amongst the endless anxieties already in your head.
All you know is that cuddling up with him in the evening is perhaps one of your favourite pastimes. Akin to a baby with it's bottle, falling asleep in his embrace is something you've grown incredibly used to, maybe even a little dependent onâlike a security blanket or night-lightâand there's nothing you can do about it.
Sneaking a glance towards the dim light spilling in from beneath the bedroom door, you picture Jeongguk on the other side. Chances are, heâs still where you last left him. Sitting cross-legged on the couch with a laptop balancing carefully on his lap, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, as he catches up on coursework.
You worry your lip, the thought of your boyfriend causing your mind to wander...
He looked so good tonight; adorned in a pair of grey sweats and a baggy t-shirt with his tattoos fully exposed. His dark hair was strewn across his forehead, falling into his eyes in a way that made your fingers itch.
You, on the other hand, are sporting an old, oversized shirt you opted to steal from Jeongguk's wardrobe to combat the high temperatures, but it hasn't helped much. The heat still loiters, creeping up the back of your neck and imbuing your cheeks with warmth.
It makes you long for winter, for the bitter nip of frosty ice and pelting rain, and the desire for that inadvertently reminds you of that fucking silver lip ring Jeongguk had gotten recently.
The memory of its cold, metal sting against your lips as he kissed you goodnight sends a distant, carnal hum coursing throughout your veins. It's probably tugged anxiously between his teeth right now whilst he types away, eyes deadset on the screen before him, and the image of that sends you reeling. Makes your skin flush further, yearning to feel its steel bite again.
For some reason, it propels you into motion, skin prickling as you throw your legs over the edge of the mattress without a second thought.
The last thing you want to do is bother his progress or interrupt his work, but selfishly, you persist. That gnawing feeling deep within your chest is too hard to ignore, heart beating voraciously with each step you take because it longs to be satiated by Jeongguk's presence. Your boyfriend is only one room over, just four thin walls separating the two of you, yet stillâyou miss him, want him.
Treading lightly, you hear the persistent click-clack of his keyboard and the muffled sound of typing only grows louder as you step out into the hallway. The wooden flooring is frigid beneath your feet, a sensation you immediately relish in as soon as the fiery crawl of discomfort across your skin begins to lessen. Your shirtâor more precisely, Jeonggukâs shirtâfalls flat from your waist, landing a few inches above your knees, as you wander further into the apartment.
Just as youâd predicted, Jeongguk is all pretzelled up on the sofa, too focused on his work to hear you enter. A few empty bottles of soju and convenience store snacks litter the coffee table, serving as silent witnesses to the length of time he's been out here. He must have dimmed the lights as well because a faint, warm glow shrouds every facet of the room, making him look particularly soft at this hour.
You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around the length of his shoulders as you bend over the couch's headrest to envelop him in a hug. âHey,â You hum softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Jeongguk startles slightly at the contact, shaken from his deep concentration as he angles his head to look up at you. âShit, baby. You scared me.â He breathes, voice rough from disuse. It rumbles through you like a distant thunderstorm, body vibrating with electricity.
âSorry,â You murmur, glancing at the assignment he's been working on and tiny pangs of guilt gradually trickle into your stomach. âI didn't mean to disturb you, but-â
âYou're not disturbing me.â Jeongguk instantly reassures, scanning your face with a knowing look. âCanât sleep?â He asks and you nod, burying your face into the crook of his neck. The scent of his body wash immediately encompasses you like a warm embrace, wild pinewood and bergamot invading your senses.
âI thought youâd be in bed by now.â You mumble against his skin, unable to hide the pout in your voice.
Jeongguk frowns, eyes flickering to the time at the bottom of his laptop screen.
Shit, he hadnât even noticed how late itâs gotten, the hours skulking along the cusp of a new day. He should probably be turning in for the night, head to bed and worry about this project tomorrow, but heâd rather not postpone his responsibilities. Not when youâre staying over the weekend and he could be spending that time with you instead.
âI know.â Jeongguk responds, hand coming up to intertwine with yours. âIâll be there soon, okay?â He promises, bringing your knuckles to his lips. The featherlight kiss he presses there soothes you like a curative balm.
âOkay,â You relent, untangling yourself from his body. âBut, can I stay here for a bit? Itâs too hot in there.â You half lie, gesturing towards the bedroom while simultaneously walking over to the kitchen only a few feet away.
âYeah, of course.â He murmurs, eyes following your movements.
âThanks, Kook.â You smile, sparing him a glance over your shoulder as your eyes sparkle with mirth. âBy the way, your fan broke down again.â
âAgain?â He laments, eyebrows furrowed together whilst he runs a disgruntled hand through his hair. âI seriously need to get that old thing repaired or maybe even replaced.â He grumbles to himself, before a guilty afterthought occurs at the sight of you. âFuck, I'm so sorry, baby. No wonder you couldn't sleep.â
You don't tell him that it's not so much the heat keeping you awake but, more so, him.
âNo, don't worry about it.â You settle on instead, trying to dispel his concerns. âIt's not your fault.â
This isn't the first time that Jeonggukâs fan has given him problems. He's had the thing since high school; so itâs no surprise that the motor tends to give in every now and then, running a little too hot. Heâs been meaning to get the issue sorted, but hasnât really found the time to do that these days.
âPlus, I'd much rather be out here with you.â You add.
Jeongguk smiles at you so sweetly then, dimples making an appearance, and your body flushes all over, burning once again.
God, what is wrong with you tonight?
You need to calm down, cool down. At this rate, you feel like an overheating engine, bound to crash in on yourself and combust.
Grabbing a glass of ice water from the fridge dispenser, you rein yourself in, distracting your mind with conversation. âI promise not to be a bother though, like you won't even notice I'm here.â You say, before chugging the cold liquid down on the spot, completely ignorant to the way that Jeongguk drinks you in.
A welcome sight is what you are, so cute tonight with your hair all mussed, practically drowning in his shirt. âYouâre never a bother.â He responds, mouth going dry when you lean back to empty the glass. The action causes your shirt to hike up, the creamy expanse of your thighs further exposed to his hungry eyes.
He feels his dick stir at the sight.
âHow much longer do you think youâll be?â You ask, wiping your lips with the back of your palm, as you place your cup in the sink and shuffle over towards your boyfriend.
âUhhâŠâ Jeongguk clears his throat, broken out of his stupor. He turns back to face his laptop, skimming the Word document that's open before him when he feels you nestle into his side a second later. Automatically, he brings a hand down to rest against your leg.
âIâm not sure,â He grumbles, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your bare thigh. The absent-minded touch ignites something in you, skin blazing at the contact, and you try your best to suppress the goosebumps that rise in Jeonggukâs wake. âMaybe another hour or so?â He guesses.
âOh.â You mumble and, although you fight the disappointed curl of your lips, Jeongguk doesnât miss the deflated look on your face.
âIâm sorry,â He squeezes your thigh apologetically, frown overtaking his pretty features. âI know itâs been a while since we spent time together.â
A week exactly, you note, but ultimately keep that detail to yourself. After all, neither one of you is to blame for being so busy, constantly caught between work and university.
You think that's maybe the reason you're feeling so needy tonight, body set ablaze by every minor look and touch from your boyfriend. In a way, you're feeling a little neglected since your relationshipâs taken the backseat, not by choice but by consequence, and you donât know how to deal with it.
âIt's fine.â You shrug. "It's not like we can help it.â
You try to be nonchalant about the matter, injecting the slightest hint of indifference into your tone, but Jeongguk sees right through you.
He always does.
âCome here.â He says suddenly, voice soft as he shifts his laptop onto the coffee table.
You look up at him, confusion clear on your face.
âWhat?â You blink, but your question falls on deaf ears because Jeongguk merely uncrosses his legs and pats his lap.
âCome here,â He then repeats and reaches for your waist.
You're uncertain for the briefest of moments, eyeing Jeongguk suspiciously, before you ultimately give in like malleable clay in his soft hands, allowing him to pull you onto his lap with ease. âI've been working for hours.â He grumps once you're comfortably straddling his waist, hands resting on either side of your hips. âHardly seen you since you got here.â
You hum, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in thought. It's no secret that you've been spending a lot more time at Jeongguk's place in lieu of your ratty little dorm room. You felt bad about it at first, feeling as though you were invading his space and overstaying your welcome. But your boyfriend couldn't be happier about it. He rather likes the idea of your lives interlocking, melding together as if they were puzzle pieces falling into place. He likes that when he's working, like on nights like this, that you're just on the opposite side of the door, not one phone call or car ride away.
He likes that you're his and he is, equally as much, yours.
âI wanted to leave you to your work.â You explain, curling your arms around his neck. Your fingers absentmindedly play with the ends of his hair that have grown out and the light touch only brings about the memory of how much he has missed you these past few days.
âWell, it's about time I take a break, don't you think?â Jeongguk muses and you become hyper-aware of the way his fingers brush up your spine. âGive my girl some attentionâŠâ He trails on, eyes flickering to your lips.
You practically preen at the idea, smiling shyly as you lean into his touch. âI wouldn't object to that.â Your heart patters in your chest, beating wildly at the mere sight of Jeongguk. At the thought of him finally touching you, kissing you, quenching your thirst after this week-long drought. âI've missed you.â
Jeongguk chuckles faintly. âMe too, baby.â He murmurs, perching his head upwards to press his lips against yours.
The kiss is gentle, chaste, his plush lips feeling so featherlight against yours. You almost imagine they were never there to begin with because Jeongguk pulls away before you can truly savour the taste of them.
âYou know, you look so pretty in my clothes.â He begins, large hand spreading lazily around your left hip and up your back. âKinda makes me want to wreck you.â
âYou already wreck me.â You breathe without missing a beat.
âYeah?â Jeongguk rasps, his voice low and a little dark. It sends a thrill straight up your spine.
You nod in response, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. âNo one makes me feel the way you do.â You admit, eyes flitting across his face. It's an unwavering truthâone that simultaneously scares and excites you in this quiet dead of night.
âCan I kiss you again?â The words come out as a breathy whisper; as if you've been holding on to them for too long, as if they're the oxygen you so desperately need to breathe, and Jeongguk tilts his head, bewildered frown on his face.
âHow is that even a question.â He gripes, slanting his head in a means to meet your mouth halfway, but you have another idea.
You press into him instead, leaning forward, and set out to peck lovingly along the curvature of Jeonggukâs jawline. He huffs in amusement, endeared by the way you take control. Because, although heâs usually the dominant one in the bedroom, he doesn't mind when you take charge like this. In fact, he's grown to love it. Loves the way you come into your own, toying and teasing with him, until your own actions cause you to grow desperate.
It's one of his greater weaknesses, his Achilles heel, and right now, you want nothing more than to expose it. Unveil a certain side of him. The one that'll see how far you can push before he starts to push back. The one that'll give in and take you right here on this couch after he's entertained your antics for long enough and you finally beg him to fuck you.
Your body practically hums at the thought.
You map out his skin, lips brushing against the surface like you're exploring a new land. Every movement careful, every touch claiming what's yours. And it almost goes to your headâhow quickly Jeongguk submits to your mouthâs assault, his body relaxing into the couch like he's letting you have your way with him.
Jeongguk doesn't tell you that he is. That your lips are a holy grail he'd happily yield to.
When your teeth graze lightly at a particular soft spot below his ear, he lets out a small groan, eyes falling closed at the sensation. You feel the sound roll through you, the ache between your legs becoming hard to ignore when you think about the fact that you've roused that melody from his mouth.
It spurs you on, makes you want to hear it again and again. You want to paint the entire column of his neck red and then watch your confession of love fade to a bruised purple in the weeks to come. You want to rediscover all the ways that you can make Jeongguk sing, and the way your body dances to his tune in turn. Your lips lap him up, kisses becoming indelicate with desperation, teeth nipping with intent along his upper jaw, tongue tracing over the skin before you repeat all these gestures twicefold.
You can feel yourself growing wet, relish in the way that Jeongguk's hands tighten around your form. âShit,â He mumbles and your body crows. Without pause, you shift against his lap and move to the neglected side of his neck, targeting the skin there. You can feel him getting hard beneath you, your core situated right above his growing erection, and it causes a shiver to run down your spine.
You plant a few messy kisses against his throat, nibbling vehemently, but then Jeongguk tuts and pries his eyes open before you have the opportunity to really sink your teeth into him.
âBaby,â He warns, curling a hand into your hair to form a makeshift ponytail. âNo marks. I've got a presentation on Monday.â He says and pulls you back by an inch. His movements are somewhat hesitant, voice rough, like he's not entirely sure he truly wants you to stop.
But he has to. He can't afford to show up to class on Monday and present the most important project of his life with hickeys all over his neck.
âNext time.â He promises, but you consider outright ignoring him for a second, even though it's nonsensical, like some twisted form of punishment for a week of neglect.
But itâs JeonggukâJeongguk whoâs been extra stressed lately about completing his degree. Jeongguk whoâs carving time out of working on his big assignment right nowâone which, not only counts forty percent of his grade, but could also earn him an internship at one of the top law firms in Seoul if he's lucky enoughâall to pay special attention to you.
So, âFine.â You give in, albeit a little petulantly, and brace your hands against his chest, face feeling flushed. âIâm sorry. I just wanna be close to you is all.â
âI know. Me too.â He rasps, grip on your hair loosening a touch, but not completely. âWe don't have to stop though, just don't mark me up.â He explains, free hand rubbing up and down your thigh.
âOkay,â You slide your palms up his chest, feeling the toned muscles tense beneath your touch. âI really love you, you know?â
Jeongguk's eyes soften, a hint of a smile creeping up on his face. âI know,â He hums, tugging at your hair in a way that makes your scalp tingle. âBut I don't think it comes close to how much I love you.â He rasps, using his grip as leverage to pull your head backwards until the delicate skin of your throat is exposed. âIt's incomparable.â He murmurs, placing a single kiss on the side of your mouth before he travels south, lips peppering across your jawline.
You shiver, hands twisting into the thick material of Jeongguk's t-shirt. You want to tell him that it's not a competition, that you'd love him until the sun stops rising and, even if this one week of distance had been more, you know that he feels the same.
But the heavy palpitations in your chest causes the words to dissolve on your tongue because Jeongguk pulls the collar of your shirt to the side a second later, exposing more of your skin, before he traces a path along your dĂ©colletage. He's touching you like a starved man, mouth just as desperate and feverish as youâre starting to feel.
A stuttered gasp escapes your lips, your hands moving upwards, unsure of where to be, when he nips at a particularly sensitive spot. You settle them on his shoulders.
âJeongguk,â You moan, the tingling between your legs maturing into an unbearable ache.
âI know, baby.â He abruptly pulls away from your clavicleâlips red, eyes blown. âTell me what you want.â
His demand goes over your head because you don't know what you want; can barely think straight with the lingering feeling of Jeongguk's lips on your neck. With the growing wetness sticking uncomfortably to your panties. With the burning, hot embers laying at the base of your stomach, begging to be set ablaze. And Jeongguk knows that. Knows that you're neither here nor there, only somewhere in the middle, teetering on the line of endless choices. So he lets go of your hair then, manoeuvres your body until you're straddling only his left thigh.
âDon't think about it, baby.â He murmurs, both hands moving to your hips. He guides them back and forth, slow and gentle, with just enough pressure to relieve that desperate throbbing in your pussy. âJust feel.â
And you do, sinking into your own little bubble, a paradise as impenetrable as the gates of heaven. You take your time to grind up against him, moving in tandem with the flow of his hands and a soft whimper climbs up your throat at the sensation of your clit brushing against the firm muscles of Jeonggukâs thigh. You're already so soaked, underwear absolutely sodden from the relentless pendular motions of your pelvis, and when you look down to find a dark, damp spot beginning to stain Jeongguk's sweatpants, you can't help but intensify your movements.
It should be embarrassing, how quickly you've become turned on, how much you're dripping, when Jeongguk's barely touched you, but instead you just feel liberated. Pure power coursing through your veins because your boyfriend has given you the reins, is letting you use his body like a bitch in heat, and it's exhilarating; intoxicating every facet of your mind.
âThat's it,â Jeongguk purrs, deserting your hips once you gain momentum to instead sneak both hands up the hem of your shirt.
Your breath escapes its chambers when he trails past the soft curve of your waist and straight to your breasts. âFuck, you're so beautiful.â He grunts, gaze intent on your every reaction, like he's watching artwork unfold. His nimble fingers circle your nipples, tracing them with the most tantalizing pattern, until they begin to harden.
âPlease,â You choke, clasping his shirt in between your fists like it's some sort of lifeline. You're not even sure what you're begging for, pace quickening as you ride Jeonggukâs thigh more aggressively. Every rut forward sends sparks shooting throughout your body, nerve endings alight, and when Jeongguk pinches your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, your back arches in pleasure. A throaty moan penetrates the room otherwise filled with nothing but your uneven pants and the sound of Jeongguk's voice.
âGonna make you feel so good,â He groans, hands inching towards your shirtâs lower seam. He drags it over your torso, itching for better access to your breasts. Even in your muddled state, you meet him halfway, raising your arms above your head until the damned thing is off and you're left in nothing but your lacy underwear.
You hardly have time to adjust to the humid air hitting your torso, when Jeongguk tips his head forward, enveloping your right nipple into his mouth with reckless abandon. The response is instantaneous, a strangled sob slipping past your lips at the feeling of his warm mouth encased around your stiffened peak. His tongue swipes across your nipple, shockwaves manifesting at the blissful contact, and you don't know how much longer you're going to lastâan embarrassing feat you donât ponder on too much.
Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the attention Jeongguk pays you. Whimpering when the pads of his fingers move to fondle the nipple of your forsaken breast while the other submits to his mouthâs pleasurable torment, each purposeful pinch causing them to tighten all the more. Your skin feels like it's on fire, the warmth of Jeongguk's touch igniting the cinders glowing from deep within your belly. âI-I think,â You swallow, your pussy rubbing deliciously into Jeongguk's leg. âI think I'm going to come soon,â You manage to admit through a repressed whine, voice so strained it sounds foreign even to your own ears.
You don't think you've ever hit an orgasm this quickly. You've never had to. Because you and Jeongguk are like inseparable magnets; every atom in your bodies drawn to each other, always connecting like two poles seeking the other outânever going more than a few days without some form of intimacy. Never mind a week.
At least, not until now.
So when Jeongguk bounces his leg upwards to meet the force of your pussy coming down on his quadricep, adding to the way you slam into him, your clit positively throbbing at the impact, you feel the onset of that familiar coil in your stomach tightening.
âJust let go, baby.â Jeongguk rasps, granting you permission with one final flick of your nipples and then you're coming undone, white fiery heat flooding every fiber of your body, as you cry out his name. Only his name, forever on your lips. You feel the way your entire form convulses, the way Jeongguk helps you through it, flexing his thigh so that you can get the most out of your orgasm, and your hips buck forwardâunrelenting and greedyâbefore they finally ease into a slow rut. Grinding into him until the receding, minuscule waves of pleasure begin to fade.
With the last few clenches of your pulsating core, you slowly catch your breath, muscles slackening as you become pliant in Jeongguk's arms, the weight of your body suddenly too much for you to bear. Your boyfriend holds you tight though, both hands moving to your waist to keep you secure.
Behind the darkness of your closed eyelids; you hear Jeongguk softly murmur your name and feel the way his hand comes up to your face, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind your ear before he cups your cheeks. âYou okay, angel?â He asks, voice emerging as a hushed tone.
When you manage to tear your eyes open and give him a soft, affirmative nod, Jeongguk seems satisfied, pressing a delicate kiss to your sternum before he shifts you from his lap and onto your back in one fell, but gentle swoop.
Your head hits the soft leather of the sofa with the aftermath of your climax still lingering against your skin like crackling electricity, fuzzing up your mind. âYou think you can take more?â He asks, eyes flitting across your face to get a read on your current state of mind.
You nod your head assuredly, reaching out to make a grab for his body, to bring him closer. âYeah I can,â You say confidently, arm's snaking up his back to explore the taut muscles that reside there.
Jeongguk is hovering over your body, thigh pressed hotly between your legs, and even though you can feel the rush of arousal, brought on only a second ago, pooling uncomfortably in your underwearâyou want more. You want him. âI want to carry on.â
Jeongguk studies your demeanour, casting your body and expression a careful once-over, because he wants to feel you, be in you, wants to make you see stars. But it's only a matter of whether you're able to handle that right now. He has barely had his way with you, but you already look so fucked out, so perfect for him. It makes the blood rush straight to his dick. âYou make me crazy.â He rasps, eyes locking with yours as he brings a hand up, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip.
You almost cower beneath his touch, beneath the sincerity of his gaze; appraising the very depths of your being as if you were a delicate treasure, as if he were staring at a god or something of a divine beauty.
Jeongguk thinks that maybe he is; thinks youâre the light, the one thing heâd worship morning, noon and night through blind faith. And there are barely enough words in the dictionary for him to express this notion to you, so instead he settles for âI love you.â Voice as rough as the high tides, but softer than moonlight.
He feels compelled to tell you this every chance he gets, a hopeless slave to his feelings for you. âLike I've never loved anything else in my life.â He continues. It's a quiet confession in the night, not a new one, but the words mean just as much as the first time he admitted them to you.
You feel yourself melt, can't remember ever feeling this cherished. Not since before Jeongguk and hopefully, never after. âI love you too.â You murmur, taking a moment to drink in every detail of the man who has left you restless all night.
Your eyes flicker over the defined cut of his jaw. The delicate curve of his lips and the pretty mole resting just beneath it. The small kissable scar on his cheek. The feathery flutter of his eyelashes. The strands of hair that have fallen over his face, and you retract your hand from his back to push them away.
How did you ever get this lucky?
âSo much.â You emphasize and your voice thickens with the weight of your words, spoken from the very depths of your soul. âMore than you could ever know.â Because there aren't enough words in the dictionary to get this notion across, so instead you lift your head, planting a firm kiss to Jeonggukâs lips as if sealing a vow, a promise of forever.
Jeongguk receives your kiss like he does with everything else related to you; openly, hungrily. His tongue swipes across your bottom lipâonceâtwiceâand you instantly become pliant under his weight. Your fingers find his hair, tangling into the dark tresses as you deepen the kiss. Itâs hot and itâs heavy, and in the distant part of your mind, you register that Jeongguk tastes like peaches, most likely from the alcohol heâs been drinking.
The sweetness of his lips immediately goes to your head; drunk and euphoric, and all grace flies out the window the next second. âTouch me,â You murmur breathlessly against his mouth, fingertips skimming over the nape of his neck. âPlease, I need you.â
Jeongguk groans, a husky sound resonating from deep within his throat. âFuck,â You can feel how rock hard heâs gotten, his erection pressing into your inner thigh and it's making you delirious with need. âIâll give you anything you want.â Jeongguk rumbles, his mouth forming a wet, messy trek away from yours to embrace the flesh of your breasts.
You want to tell him that it's him, only him you want. Puppeteering your every move, body relinquishing itself to his touch. But you don't. You can't, not when Jeongguk's teeth leave scarlet marks across your chest that render you mute, words evaporating on your tongue like sacramental bread.
âMy pretty baby,â He coos tenderly and you fight the urge to rut up against him. âAlways so fucking ready for me.â He praises, kisses traveling southward and it burns, searing, everywhere that Jeongguk touches you. You think you might erupt or shatter, and nothing less, if he doesn't meet you where you really need him to, your cunt begging to be satiated with his fingers, or his tongue, or his dickâanything.
A whimper escapes your lips, an embarrassing, desperate sound hanging in the thick air, as you glance down past your heaving breasts. You watch as Jeongguk abandons your boobs, planting a trail of kisses across the expanse of your stomach, your hip bonesâtakes the tiny little ribbon on your underwear between his teeth and tugs. The deliberate gesture causes your panty to rise up a bit, ever so slightly brushing against your clit in the process, and you bite down on your bottom lip, holding back an ungodly moan.
You can't take it anymore, all this teasing.
Jeongguk can read it on your face; sees it in the way you swiftly tilt your head back, eyes closed, brows scrunched together. He knows you like the back of his hand, which is how he gauges that you've fallen back into a place of submissionâdone with the tortuous foreplay, done with calling the shots, done with delaying the inevitable. You want him to fuck you, to use your body the same way you had used his mere minutes ago. And if his dick could get any harder at the thought, it would.
Jeongguk licks his lips, slips a finger into the curve of your waistband as he murmurs, âIâm gonna take this off now, okay?â
You nod your head, not daring to open your eyes to confront the image of Jeongguk's face a mere hair's breadth away from your cunt. It's too erotic. Too much. You feel him drag the thin garment down your legs, a string of arousal following suit, and suddenly feel self-conscious, attempting to close your legs to hide how shamefully wet you are.
But Jeongguk's not having any of that.
He carelessly chucks the lacy material to the side like itâs nothing but a rag, a nuisance, and then grips your inner thigh. âDon't you dare,â He grunts, using his grasp to keep your legs apart, lifting them upwards until your knees are bent to your chest and your ankles are resting over his shoulders, giving him the perfect view of your dripping cunt.
You barely have time to register the ticklish feeling of Jeongguk's breath fanning against your core before he dives straight in, licking a long stripe across your pussy, and your hips instinctively buck up. âShit,â You mewl, rejoicing in the way his tongue traverses from your slit to your clit, lapping up every drop of arousal.
Jeongguk groans, a sound so low, stemming from the heart of his diaphragm, when he samples that first morsel of your leaking nectar. You taste like heaven, so sweet and unbearably wet, and all just for him.
âSo fucking good,â He grumbles, mouth drinking you in. His tongue is unrelenting in its efforts to devour your pussy, and the overwhelming sensation of him slurping and suckingâof him eating you out like a connoisseur tasting the rarest of delicaciesâcauses frenzied pools of pleasure to ripple within the base of your belly.
He keeps at it, nose brushing against your clit as a byproduct, and after a few minutes the pure, unwavering rapture of Jeongguk's tongue becomes excruciating. A feeling so good, itâs almost too much. âJeongguk,â You wail, heels digging into the couch as you try to back away from his mouth, but your boyfriend merely hooks his arms around your legs and pulls you closer. Holding you in place; unable to run or escape from the ruthless onslaught of his tongue, from the metal bite of his piercing brushing against your lower lips. âI can't,â You cry, writhing beneath his touch.
With his grip keeping you firmly anchored, Jeongguk brings one hand down to toy with your swollen clit, fingers moving in languid, clockwise motions. âYou can,â He grunts thickly, tongue slipping between your folds and prodding deliciously at your hole. âI know you can, baby.â He mumbles in between fucking your drenched pussy with his fleshy muscle.
You shake your head frantically, eyes screwed shut, as you feel the waves of your second orgasm surfacing. âNot like this,â You beg, using your hands to reach down, fingers twisting into his fluffy hair as you desperately try to push him away. âPlease, I want you in me.â A sob runs free, your walls pulsating around nothing because Jeongguk is taking his time with you, teasing your opening like he's got all night. But you don't. You're close, so fucking close, you can feel it in the tightening muscles of your pelvis, in the quivering of your legs.
But Jeongguk isn't giving you enough. He isn't giving you what you need. Your boyfriend, in all his hot glory, is taking you there with his tongue, swirling insufferably along your orificeâbringing you right up to the edge of the plank with an ocean of pleasure waiting just below your feet, but then he pulls you back. Drags you from the precipice before you can allow yourself to fall in, and it causes a frustrated whine to escape your lips. You need his cock deep inside, filling you up, pushing you off the ledge and into troubled waters. Your pussy throbs at the very thought. âPlease Kook,â You find yourself beseeching for the second time. âI wanna cum with you in me.â
And any thread of composure Jeongguk has been holding on to up until that point, snaps at the pure neediness burrowed within your tone.
He looks up at you; lips glistening, eyes dilatedâa mess of a man. But you don't look any betterâor, if you were getting a glimpse of yourself through Jeongguk's point of view, never betterâskin flushed, gleaming with a fine film of sweat, lips swollen from the way you've been biting them, and all at once, Jeongguk is overcome with the desire to give you everything you've ever wanted.
âFuck, okay,â He curses, rising to his knees and you force your eyes open at the rough edge tainting his voice, at the overwhelming relief of getting what you wished for. âBut itâs going to be a bit of a stretch, baby.â He says, not having prepped you fully. It's been a while since the two of you have had sex and, if he had it his way, he would have given you his fingers first, would have warmed and widened your lubricated walls, to ease the initial discomfort of him entering you.
But you look so pretty beneath him, so impatient, andââI can handle it,â You mollify, voice a sweet concoction of sultry persuasion.
He nods in response, a curt motion, because if he thinks about how eager you're being, about how you're willing to take a little bit of the pain for the insurmountable pleasure, he might just come right there. Might just think of all the other ways you like to hurt; of the way you'd react if his palm made rough contact with your ass cheeks, or what would happen if he handcuffed you to his bedpost and stuffed you full with a vibrator and butt plugâif he fucked you tonight with no end in sight. He wonders if you'd cry, if you'd beg him for more or want him to stop, sopping and spent. More than that, he wants so badly to find out.
Jeonggukâs dark eyes find yours, their typical doe-eyed demeanour having turned hooded a long time ago. Yours are twinkling with anticipation, watching intently as he pulls his sweatpants down, letting them hang low beneath his buttocks. His cock immediately springs free, slapping against his stomach, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip at the sight.
âCome here,â Jeongguk's voice carries a jagged intonation, raw and untamed, and breaks through you like crashing waves. But when he makes a grab for your body, his hands are nothing but gentle, hoisting you up onto your knees and positioning you on all fours.
With your ass bared before him, face pressed into the cold faux leather of the couch, Jeongguk smooths a hand down your back, watches with satisfaction as your spine yields before his touch, and then he takes a hold of his dick. Doesn't even bother giving it a few preliminary pumps because he's already painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip as he lines himself with your hole.
He doesn't put it in though.
First, he teases your little cunt with only the head of his length, not fully embedding himself within your warmth just yet. You whimper pathetically at the testing prod, fingers balling into frustrated fists, while Jeongguk watches in awe as your entrance narrows, pleading to be stuffed.
âGod, look at you.â Jeongguk groans, eyes traveling from your glistening pussy to the state of your overall servile form.
He places one hand on your hip, fingers digging into the skin there, as he inches just the slightest bit forward, his dick slowly pushing into you. Your mouth parts at the sensation and you shakily prop yourself up onto your elbows, head falling forward with a moan. âSo fucking needy, huh.â He goads when you attempt to meet him in the middle, subtly backing up against his pelvis.
âNo,â You shake your head as if it's some sort of lie, as if you haven't been thinking about this moment since you stepped over the doorsill of Jeonggukâs apartment earlier. And your boyfriend laughsâhe actually laughsâa maniacal, derisive sound that rings in your ears.
âThere's no need to deny it, baby.â He drawls like smooth liquor hitting the back of your throat, a silky succour that, for some reason, has you dumbly nodding along. Because Jeonggukâs entering you more now, his dick fighting against the tight restraint of your heat, and you're too distracted by the feeling of it to fully comprehend what he's saying.
âI mean,â He continues, reaching down between your legs to gather the wetness clinging to your folds before he bends over your back, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. âYouâd think you've never been fucked a day in your life.â He murmurs, bringing his slick fingers to your level of sight.
You flush instantly, burning at the way your arousal dwells on Jeongguk's digits and forms a translucent web when he parts them into a V shape. âI can't help it,â You breathe shamefully, about to protest that it's his fault for letting you go so long without attention, for not taking care of your sexual needs and making you this susceptible to moments of depravity, when Jeongguk fully entrenches himself into your heat without so much as a warning.
âAah,â Your jaw slackens at the sudden stretch of his length against your walls, the sensation so unfairly delicious you find yourself clenching around the intrusion with a gasp, and your boyfriend uses the opportunity to stuff his letch-laiden fingers into your mouth.
âClean them.â He grunts, lazily rocking forward and you choke back a moan, mouth instantly closing around his fingers. Head full of clouds, pussy filled to the brim, you obey. Your tongue licks up the juices stuck to his slim digits, gliding sensually across each one with care, and you vaguely hear Jeongguk curse below his breath, hips grinding into your core. âFuck, just like that, angel.â He praises, allowing you to suck them clean for a few more seconds before he pulls them from your lips altogether with a lewd pop.
âSuch a good girl,â He murmurs lovingly, pressing a singular kiss to your shoulder blade before he straightens to his full height behind you. âAlways so perfect for me.â
Jeongguk's hands find your ass again and he gives the supple flesh a few gentle squeezes, savouring the way you whine in response.
âPlease,â Your words come out embarrassingly broken and wretched, heart hammering in your chest with want, as you peek at Jeongguk over your shoulder. âPlease, no more teasing. Just fuck me.â
âWhat do you think I'm doing?â Jeongguk asks, eyebrow raised, voice harbouring a hue of cockiness. He withdraws his thick length from your warm embrace at an agonizingly slow rate before thrusting right back in, repeating the motion steadily. âI'm fucking you right now, aren't I?â
You want to cry, your need to come so severe, it's starting to physically hurt.
Your fingers leave deep indents in the couch as you tackle the burning coals of frustration setting every inch of your body on fire. âM-More,â You stammer, feeling a pearl of arousal trickle down your thigh. You're so turned on right now, your mind an empty haze as Jeongguk edges you into oblivion, cunt so wet, you can barely feel the brush of his shaft against your walls anymore. âI need more.â
Jeongguk grins, feels the crown of his cock brush against a particular soft spot, and then decides to give you what you want. Because he loves it when you beg, when you become a blubbering mess beneath him, so cock-hungry, you forget yourself.
Without a moment's pause, Jeongguk pounds into you with unbridled vigour. His hips slap against your ass, the sound echoing throughout the room, and your body jerks forward at the impact. Your core is so drenched he's able to enter you with little resistance now. Emitting a rough, throaty groan, he fixates on how your creamy arousal coats his cock, disappearing in and out of your cunt.
âF-Fuck,â You hiss, your hand reaching back to firmly grip Jeonggukâs wrist for support, but he takes advantage of your extended arm and yanks you up until your back is pressed to his chest.
The new position gives him better access to your front and Jeongguk ghosts a hand around your waist without a second thought, smooths it down your stomach until he reaches your clit. Your body jolts the instant his fingers make contact with the swollen bud, legs quivering with the strength it's taking you to stay upright.
Your boyfriend notices your struggle and hooks his other arm around your waist, his fingertips holding you so tightly you won't be surprised if some bruises appear there tomorrow.
âFuck, I've missed this.â He rasps, more to himself than you, whilst drilling against your g-spot. But the words affect you just the same as your pussy tightens in response, squeezing him into a death grip, and Jeongguk's hips stutter. âJesus,â He groans, making a mental effort to stave off his own orgasm, trying to focus solely on you.
You really are going to be the death of him.
He breathes heavily through his nostrils before starting up again, slowly driving into you and his cock burrows so deep, you swear you can feel it in your uterus.
His fingers skim over your clit, tracing the nub ever so slightly because you're starting to flinch from his touch, starting to grow sensitive. And when your head falls back against his shoulder, a choked whine forcing its way out your throat, Jeongguk knows that you're close.
âYou gonna come for me?â Jeongguk's lips brush against your temple, his hand deserting your pussy in sympathy to knead your breasts instead. You feel his thumb run over your nipple, static lightning steamrolling across your skin with each sweep.
âI-ah!â You can barely form a coherent sentence, the inklings of even one lucid thought slipping from your empty, fucked out mind as Jeongguk slams into you. He's setting a brutal pace, the noise of skin-against-skin undeniably obscene, but you can hardly find the will to care when the muscles in your abdomen begin to tense. They twist up like a clockwork toy, winding and winding, until Jeongguk hits a particular spot that makes your toes curl, and then you're coming undone for the second time tonight, knees buckling with the sheer force of your orgasm.
It hits you like a freight train, your body spasming. White dots of euphoria blur your vision, the pleasure so blinding, and Jeongguk's hold around your midsection is the only reason you don't collapse right there onto the couch.
âThat's it, baby.â He reveres, hips never ceasing their movements even as your walls contract sporadically, determined to fuck you through it. An uncannily pornstar moan spills from your lips, mind and body having finally plunged into the silvery, stormy torrents of your climax, and the strangled sound causes something impossibly primal to rupture within Jeongguk. It thrashes at his chest like a wild caged animal, demanding release, and he recognizes the feeling all too well.
âYou're mine, right? â He finds himself grunting, voice husky with strain. The hand that was attending to your boobs instinctively ascends to your throat, squeezing slightly as he chases his own high, gives in to that grueling streak of possessiveness that only every rears its head when he has you like thisânaked and vulnerableâand you groan at the familiar pressure.
You hum, walls clenching around him. âOnly yours.â Your own hand reaches up, cuffing around his wrist for support as a tremor runs down your spine.
Jeongguk feels his balls tighten, the knowledge that heâs the sole witness to this side of you, so subservient and docile, sets him off the deep end.
Then you angle your head to the side, joining your lips with his. It's a messy, sloppy kiss, but the intimacy of it all causes Jeongguk's last bit of composure to crack.
He spills into you with a groan, the sound muffled by your mouth, as he rocks forward until every last drop of his seed is snug within your warmth.
The feeling of his cum bursting inside of you, length twitching, causes your pussy to flutter by reflex, milking Jeongguk of every ounce of cum, only suspending their contractions once he's thoroughly depleted.
By the end, you're both a heaving mess; chests rising and falling in unison as you come down, the electric current pulsing through your bodies fading into a comfortable hum.
Your skin is still buzzing, head befuddled, when Jeongguk presses a few lazy kisses across your shoulderâas if to ground you, to bring you back from the constellations he's painted behind your eyes.
âYou were so good, baby.â He commends, smoothing the hair at the side of your profile and you can't help the soft, but dopey smile that breaks out onto your face then.
âI've been dreaming about that for forever.â You murmur, submitting to the assault of his lips. Your boyfriend chuckles in return, nuzzling your neck as he commits the smell of your skin, an alluring scent of sex and lavender, to his memory.
âMe too,â He hums, thumb gliding gently across the contour of your waist. Your sensitive pussy throbs at the light touch, rousing from the stimulation; which only reminds you of the unpleasant remnants of arousal coating your inner thighs.
As if reading your mind, Jeongguk whispers against your skin. âLet's get you cleaned up, okay?â
He eyes your figure carefully, waiting for any hint of consent before he leaves you here alone.
You manage to muster a nod and then feel his dick slip from your entrance a second later, withdrawing in a way that makes you cringe and leaves you feeling oddly empty.
âIâll be right back.â He assures, his lips quickly, but comfortingly, brushing against your hairline. Thereafter, from your peripheral, you see Jeongguk detach himself from your side, pulling his pants back up as he disappears into the bathroom to do what he does bestâtake care of you.
In the meantime, you resist the temptation to slump back onto the sofa, feeling a hefty load of cum leaking down your thighs. Every muscle in your body feels relaxed, those sparks from earlier sizzling down into sleepy, smoky remnants that weigh you down. Mind a dazed mess, not sure of how much time has passed, you almost give inâthe slumber you so desperately sought out at the beginning of the night finally settling into your bonesâwhen Jeongguk walks back into the living room. He's changed into a pair of briefs and is carrying a wet cloth, as well as, a small tube of ointment.
Your body instantly perks up, a little rejuvenated by his presence.
âHey,â Jeongguk murmurs once he's back in your close vicinity, fingers brushing against your cheeks as he peers down at you with a soft smile.
âHey,â You tiredly grin back, pointing a finger at the items in his hand. âThose for me?â
Jeongguk hums, draping an arm around your waist to steady you. If you had the energy to freshen yourself up, you honestly would but currently, you can barely keep your eyes open. So instead you lean on your boyfriendâfiguratively and literallyâclutching onto his biceps as he brings the warm cloth to your nether regions. You hiss a little at the contact, still feeling delicate down there, but Jeongguk handles you with a gentle mindfulness that makes your heart swell. Makes you think back to a little over an hour ago, when you were alone in bed unable to fall asleep because he wasn't there.
And sometimes it worries you. How much you need him. How much something as simple and basic as sleep, needs the warmth of his touch to make its mark on you. How much youâve grown to love him in the span of a few months, your life endlessly orbiting around him like the earth to the sun. How much the deepest crevices of your soul, where the vile fear of abandonment and instinctual desire to run, relinquish themselves to the light of Jeonggukâs unconditional love.
You watch him toss the used washcloth to the side before unscrewing the top of the ointment. Sigh; as his fingers, tender with purpose, apply dabs of vitamin K salve to your hips where the marks from his fingertips are starting to surface. âShit, I'm so sorry baby.â He apologizes, the raspy, hushed tone of his voice communicating how guilt-ridden he feels. âI didn't mean to be this rough.â
And, you've never known a love like this. One that rustles through your hair like the wind on the drive down to your parents. One that meets you in the dead of winter between classes, wrapped up in coats and scarves, and coffee as the snow falls. One that kisses you goodnight, hands cupping your cheeks while the street lamps flicker outside.
One that dresses all your bruises.
It makes you want to run in the opposite direction every now and then, fleeing until you forget that you ever knew it could be this good, this safe.
But, staring at Jeongguk and the careful, intricate way he's massaging ointment onto all your black-and-blues, you bury these trepidations away, laying them to rest in the one place they belongâthe past.
Because yes, youâve never had this sort of love beforeâthe seriousness, the commitment.
The emptied-out drawers for your clothes.
The spare toothbrush at his place.
The conversations of a future togetherâthe clear line being crossed from fling to forever.
Even though it's a concept so scary and unfamiliar, and foreign to youâyou never want to let it go.
You never want to let him go.
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Omg I just thought of this, but what about S1 Rafe getting reader to try coke for the first time and they just have hot, high, intimate sex đ
lawdddd to have nasty high sex with himđ
CW: smut! 18+ only! cocaine use, fingering, piv sex, praise and slight degrading.
âjust one line babe, promise itâll make you feel so good.â
you look at rafe and then back down at the two perfect white lines he has cut up on the table in front of you. it wasnât that you were scared, you just knew the chokehold this shit had on rafe, and you didnât want to be addicted to it as well. but you trusted rafe, and if he said just one line, he more than likely meant just one line.
you suck in a deep breath before saying âfuck it.â and yank the rolled up hundred dollar bill from your boyfriends hand. it was just you and him, so you didnât have to worry about making a fool of yourself in front of a shit ton of people, and rafe had already seen you at your worst, there wasnât much more you could do that was embarrassing in front of him.
rafe smirks at you, watching as you take in another deep breath before leaning forward and place one end of the bill on the line. you shove the bill forward, sniffing up the white powder before pulling back and dropping the bill in your lap.
your nostril burned, and you pinched off your nose, coughing as a bitter taste filled the back of your throat and tongue.
âoh, god. is it supposed to taste this bad?â you ask, coughing and slightly gagging.
rafe chuckles, pulling the bill from your lap and doing his own line. once heâs done, he drops the bill on the table and pulls you into his arms, tightening his hold on you and saying, âthe cocaine drip is always nasty at first, you get used to it. plus, your throat and mouth should start numbing soon, wonât taste a thing after that.â
rafe was right, after a few minutes the entire back of your throat felt numb, along with your tongue and gums. your entire body was buzzing, your thighs rubbing together as the high from the cocaine started to take over your body. you felt great.
ârafeeeeeeee.â you sing song as your hands rub up and down his bare thigh.
he smiles down at you, his eyes flitting down to watch your hand work its way up his thigh. âwhatâs up, baby?â
you pull your hand from his leg, adjusting yourself on the couch to face him before you pout. ââm so hornyâŠâ you whine.
you donât miss the way rafeâs eyes darken, his already dilated pupils growing, his typical ocean blue now swallowed by black. he reaches out his right hand, running his knuckles down the side of your face. you scoot closer to him, placing one of your hands on his covered dick, feeling how hard he was for you.
you grin. âlooks like iâm not the only one.â
rafe breathes out a laugh before he grabs at your hips, yanking you up off the couch and pulling you into his lap. his large, ringed fingers run up and down your thighs before slowly making their way up your dress. you gasp when his fingers grip at your ass, squeezing the flesh tightly between his fingers.
ârafe-â you whimper, but his lips smashing against yours cut you off.
he kisses you hard, his tongue slipping into your mouth while his fingers dig further into your ass. you gasp and whimper into his mouth, grinding yourself against his hard-on through his khakis.
rafe stands, bringing you with him before he makes his way toward the spiral staircase. he carries you up and into his bedroom, never breaking his lips from yours until heâs tossing you onto his large mattress.
his darkened over eyes scan your entire body. youâre already on fire from the cocaine, but now rafeâs heated stare has your skin burning as well, a thin sheen of sweat beads on your forehead and you quickly wipe it with the back of your hand as you watch him intently, waiting on his next move.
âstrip fâme, baby.â comes his command. his voice so low and raspy it has more arousal pooling in your already soaked panties.
you do as he says, sitting yourself up on your knees and pulling your dress over your head, tossing it to the floor. youâre left in a baby blue bra and lace panties, and you swear you see rafe physically drooling as he drinks in your body.
âfuck, youâre so goddamn perfect.â he praises, stripping his shirt from his body before working his belt and shorts off next.
you blush, reaching behind you and popping the strap of your bra, letting it fall onto the mattress in front of you. you lift yourself up on your knees, pulling your panties down next before they too go to the floor with the rest of your clothes.
rafe takes a step toward you, his right hand reaching out to push a strand of hair behind your ear. he slowly pushes you onto your back before he crawls into the bed with you, settling himself on his knees between your open legs.
a shudder runs through your body, your mind going foggy when you feel his fingers lightly roaming around your inner thighs. he inches his fingers up, up, up until he finally reaches your weeping core. he runs his index and middle fingers through your folds, groaning when he feels how wet you already are.
âso fuckinâ wet fâme arenât you, princess? such a needy little slut. my needy little slut.â
you whimper when he continues to run his thick fingers through your folds. up and down, up and down. he finally pushes the two thick digits inside your throbbing pussy. your back arches off the bed, your hips bucking wildly as you begin to grind yourself on his fingers, pushing him deeper, needing him to make you cum.
âfuck, rafe.. p-lease.â you choke out, tears already filling your eyes. youâre not sure if itâs the cocaine or just rafeâs touch alone, but you were so sensitive, the smallest touch had you writhing and begging for more.
âplease what, sweetheart? be a good girl and tell me what you need.â
ân-need to cum.. p-please!â you cry out when his fingers pick up in pace. he curves them slightly, toying with that spongey sweet spot deep inside your aching cunt. your pussy pulses, inner walls clenching down around his fingers before your entire body begins shaking. you come undone around his fingers, crying out his name as he continues to fuck his fingers into your cunt, working you through your high.
âso pretty when you cum for me. could keep you like this forever ya know?â
you whimper, your clit throbbing and pussy pulsing. you needed to feel his cock. needed him to stretch you out and fill you with his cum.
âplease⊠please fuck me, rafe.â
he grins down at you as he slowly removes his fingers from inside you. âdonât worry, baby. âm gonna fuck you, and youâre gonna cum all over my cock while i fill you with my cum.â
rafe lifts himself onto his knees, sliding his boxers down his legs and dropping them to the floor. his hard cock springs free, slapping just below his belly button. he crawls on top of you, pinning your body down with his weight. he pushes himself up with his left hand, his right gripping at his thick shaft and stroking it a few times. he runs his swollen, leaking tip through your folds, flicking over your clit a few times and making you whimper and squirm beneath him.
you open your mouth to speak, but only strangled moans and whines come out. rafe continues to tease you with his cock, making you wetter and wetter before he finally shoves himself inside you, filling you and stretching you completely.
you let out a loud whine, grinding your hips against his. rafe lets out a raspy groan, the feel of your hips grinding against his, the feel of your warm, wet walls tightly wrapped around his cock has his mind foggy. you felt so fucking good, and his body was already buzzing and sensitive from the lines he did today, he knew he wasnât going to last long, but he was going to try his hardest to drag this out.
his hips start to slowly roll into yours, the slow, deep thrusts having you both moaning in unison. he was so deep, his slow thrusts letting you feel every last inch and vein of his cock inside you.
âgod, rafe⊠feels sâgood.. so fucking good.â you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips down to yours.
rafe kisses you deeply, his tongue gliding against yours as he swallowed all of your beautiful moans and whines. his teeth bite at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before he lets it slip out with a pop. he claims your lips again, kissing you with so much heat and passion it had your mind fucking spinning. it definitely had to be the cocaine. sex with rafe was good, but itâd never been this fucking good.
his swollen tip hits your g-spot and your pussy pulses, clenching around rafeâs dick and squeezing him so tightly he was seeing fucking stars. he wasnât going to last, no matter how badly he wanted this to be drawn out, your pussy squeezing him so tightly had his dick pulsing and balls tightening.
your entire body stiffens as a warm feeling rushes through you. you dig your nails into his toned back, making him hiss in a breath when you break skin. âfuck⊠âm gonna cum baby.â rafe rasps.
you whine in response, letting him know youâre close too.
he slowly rolls his hips into you once more before his dick pulses, balls tightening and heâs coming deep inside your cunt. youâre not far behind him, your pussy clenching around him repeatedly, milking him for every drop of cum you can before you come undone around his cock.
âfffffuck!â he groans, his head falling into the crook of your neck.
the sound of your heavy breathing fills the room, rafe laying limply on top of you as he tries to calm his own breathing. once he comes down from his high, he slips himself from inside you and falls into the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly against his chest.
âdonât want you addicted to the shit, and i will quit soon⊠but fuck if that wasnât the best sex weâve ever had.â
you chuckle, agreeing with his statement. âyeah.. definitely best fucking sex weâve had.â
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