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“Oh god. Oh fuck. Why, why is she so hot? ” That’s what Jungwon is thinking right now, weeks after he and his family settled down just a house over from yours.
He sits on his chair, the sun setting just over the horizon with you sitting exactly one chair over, not looking at him, mostly scrolling on your phone. To be fair, it’s not easy to make friends at this age, it’s always awkward when more life experience is involved.
Meeting, getting to know each other, learning boundaries, all that shit. Or maybe it’s just Jungwon who struggles to make friends, you seem perfectly fine sitting there. In fact, you look like you’re bored.
“So, what do y–” Jungwon starts, his voice immediately breaking, which shuts him up in a near-instant as he looks away from you, pretending he said nothing at all.
Your eyes flick to him, across the yard at his parents, then at your own father who seems to be getting along just fine with them. This guy, with his hair fixed so nice, shirt tucked in, cute little dimples when he laughs his nervousness away… isn’t what you were expecting.
“Not too good at making small talk?” You smirk, poking fun at him.
And here’s the thing, since he’s moved in, things have gotten more interesting around here. Probably because the house next door used to be the home of a very large, very loud, very fucking rude family. You were so thankful to move into your own place just a few months ago, but even for a while there visiting was just as unbearable as living next to them.
Of course the universe moves someone…um, interesting in after you’ve left for good.
You remember coming home just to ask your mom to help you dye your hair when you noticed the moving truck. Your attention was mostly elsewhere though, you didn’t really care who would be living next door until you saw him.
Only today did you learn his name. Jungwon . And before you even knew his name, you started making more of an effort to visit. Your mother doted about the new neighbors, even your dad seems to be in higher spirits. Never any mention of their son, probably because your parents would much prefer you focus on work for now since you’re finally out on your own and all. Still, you’d ask.
“I saw this young guy over there, looks around my age.” You had mentioned it to your mom, who rolled her eyes.
“Ah, him. They say he’s a good kid, just a bit–” and she air quotes, “ behind –”
She pauses briefly, watching your reaction before continuing. “–he’s still living with them, I can’t even imagine it!”
And you kind of tilt your head at that. Your mother clearly hasn’t mentioned him because she doesn’t want you to be interested in him. She doesn’t approve of him. Not because she wants you to focus on work.
Which, somehow, makes him seem more interesting. Anarchy, defiance, all that. Though it’s probably more fitting for a teenager, who is anyone to tell you what you can and can’t do, or who you can and can’t be interested in? You live on your own now, make your own money, you’ve left the nest behind.
After you first noticed him, glances were shared from across the yard for weeks, primarily when the timing was just right. You’d come visit mid-day and there he is, helping his mother carry in groceries. You’d leave after sunset and there he is again, taking out the trash.
You’re not even interested based on what your mother said, you’re just… curious.
So, it’s only natural that when she called, all happy and excited, saying that you should come for the weekend and meet them, that they’re throwing a barbeque or something, you decided to go.
Upon first arriving, it was very blatant that your parents have doted and bragged on you. And the neighbor’s son ? You can’t really tell how they feel about him when he’s introduced to you. Awkward pleasantries involving all of your achievements and nothing more than the title of “son” for Jungwon.
It’s a little sad, actually, considering he was the one preparing all that stuff outside when you originally came over, as if doing all the work, as if being a good son.
And before all of this, going off of what your mother told you, you had originally expected Jungwon to be more outgoing, maybe even a little more obnoxious seeing as how he’s a guy with a degree, but apparently with no ability to stop mooching off of his parents. But…he’s not? He’s polite, quiet, stiff, and generally nervous looking.
So, yeah, you’re mocking him. Poking fun, trying to get a rise out of him. Being bad at small talk can be very telling of a person, after all.
“Yeah, I guess…” Your neighbor trails off, his voice somewhat soft despite his sharp eyes. “New area, you know? Don’t know anyone.”
You sit up a bit now, still holding your phone but your attention fully on him. You’ve probably gotten a good look at him at least fifty times since you arrived at this barbeque. He’s more handsome up close. Sharp jaw, broad shoulders, knows how to dress, pretty, soft looking hair. It’s kind of annoying, actually, for him to be so docile.
All it would take is one cocky remark to have you believing the girls line up for him.
“I get it. Do you not go out at all? The nightlife here isn’t horrible.” You look at him with a tilted head, gaze curious, watching the way the natural sunlight plays with his features.
“Not really.” He shakes his head, and you note his inability to look back at you, at least never in the eye. In fact , is… is his gaze lowered? ”I work too much, most of my free time is spent helping my–”
“Are you staring at my tits right now?” You interrupt him with a knowing smile, watching him fumble his gaze back and forth in shock. From your eyes, to your cleavage, to his parents, to your parents, back to your tits, eyes, rinse, repeat.
And you know, maybe it’s the sun setting that’s making it look as if he’s got a flush rushing across his cheeks now, but you’re pretty fucking sure he’s legitimately blushed.
“Wha–?! No, no! Of course not!”
You lean back into your chair now, crossing your arms, intentionally pushing your chest up to present an even prettier view of the cleavage you have.
“Really? Because it looked like you were staring at my t-”
“I mean, I wasn’t trying to. ” He stumbles over his words, his hands up in a defensive motion. “Wait, no, what I mean to say is–”
He huffs out, defeated.
“I’m struggling to, um…” He trails off again, staring harder. “Uh..”
You chuckle, well aware that your shirt is low cut for more than just the heat that was nearly killing you just an hour ago. Again, Jungwon is attractive, that alone is enough. The thing is, if you’re going to try and flirt with a guy who your mother doesn’t approve of, might as well wear the shirt she doesn’t approve of too.
Which, that didn’t go over too well before walking next door. She stares at you, narrowing her knowing, mothering eyes, and she shakes her head. Didn’t say a word, but you were well aware that she didn’t like it. She just knew she couldn’t stop you at this point in life.
Still, somehow this situation is more fun. Even if you were hoping for some cocky asshole, seeing him struggle to not look, to feel guilty over being called out. Man, what a cutie. You’ve never had a cutie before.
“Oh yeah?” You smile, pushing your tits up more , now making an obnoxious show of them by grabbing your water bottle and messily drinking from it. “ Good.”
“Wha-?” Jungwon’s mouth falls open, astonished by the little droplets of water rolling down the curve of your breasts and between them paired with your forward words. He swallows hard, shifting his eyes up at you.
God, you’re so fucking hot.
“My mom said you’re still sucking your parents dry of their money, is that true?” You further mock him, keeping your water close for further torture later.
“No,” He says, slightly zoned out on you, barely listening. “I only just graduated and got home. Went to school hours away–”
“Do you work?” You cross your legs now, squeezing them as you stare at him and the way he’s absolutely being a man right now.
“Y-yeah…” He swallows again, throat dry. “I’m on my third week, trying to save up so I can move out.”
Well, well, well . Turns out your mother is still just as judgemental as she used to be. Always comparing people to you , never understanding that you left solely due to her stricter nature and sometimes mean comments. Not just the shitty neighbors, you just needed to breathe.
You love her, everything she has said and done was to push you, and to be fair…you wouldn’t have made it this far without her. You’ll always thank her for it, but her idea of this shy, blatantly perverted guy next door is wrong .
“Ah, what a good boy,” You nod casually, uncrossing your legs and leaning forward again, still maintaining perfectly damp cleavage, and you hand him your water. “You look thirsty.”
He grabs the bottle, throat now entirely too dry to even thank you as your words swim in his head. Are you… flirting? Are you trying to get him all riled up now by saying some shit like that? And as he goes to drink, trying to twist the lid and realizing you still have it in your hand, he tosses the bottle up, misses his mouth completely, and pours water down his face, shirt, and pants.
Jungwon jumps up in surprise, too shocked by his idiocy to be embarrassed just yet.
“ Shit! ” He whisper-shouts, staring down at the mess he’s made, feeling the discomfort of wet spots against his skin on a humid, summer evening.
You laugh in a cheeky way, eyeing him down as you stand up with him, reaching for his shirt to help.
“Let’s get these off–” You comment, shocked at how toned he feels under these clothes, tugging the fabric out of his perfected and belted pants before his mother comes running over.
“What are you just standing there for?” She scolds him as if he’s not a grown man, and he rolls his eyes. “Go change, and stop embarrassing me!”
You pause in shock at her words, ringing so similar to how your mother used to talk to you over small mistakes, then you glance at Jungwon, who was already looking at you.
The embarrassment on his face is pitiful, bordering on humiliation. It’s just spilled water, and you actually feel really, really bad about it.
Thankfully, his mother walks back just seconds later and Jungwon is left with nothing to say to you outside of a small “ Sorry, I’m just gonna go inside.”
“Actually–” You stop him, looking over at the group of parents with a slight, unintentional glare. “Why don’t you show me around? I need to pee anyway.”
He nods, but doesn’t look at you. He keeps his eyes lowered to the ground as you follow him inside, not knowing what to say, or how to make him understand that it was just an accident, and that he did not embarrass anyone.
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Jungwon’s hands are shaking when he enters the house, never once even dreaming that you’d be following behind him this closely, better yet? Following him at all . The cold air makes him shiver in his wet clothes, but his skin feels so hot, his cheeks feel like they’re on fire.
He almost wishes the two of you could have just kept stealing glances from across the yard, never meeting face to face. Whatever illusion you could have had of him is now gone, as he’s blatantly just… Jungwon. You see it, you clearly see it, and he hates it.
The illusion he had of you only grew prettier. Too good for him and too pretty for him. That’s something he thinks he already knew, but seeing you face to face in his own back yard only solidified it and made him all jittery. He doesn’t even know why you’re being nice to him, or why it seems like you were flirting before his mishap. It’s a joke, right?
You’re probably getting a kick out of all of this. Someone, something to laugh at to cure the boredom he saw so blatantly on your face.
And the hallway is quiet as he walks through it, pointing out the bathroom to you and hoping to disappear, to sink into his own bedroom and not come back out for the rest of the night before you’re done in there.
You ruin his plan though, as he stands awkwardly waiting for you to take those few steps into the bathroom without another word.
“Oh, right.” You smile from behind before popping to the front of him with a little hop, “I don’t actually need to pee, just wanted to hangout without, y’know–”
Jungwon’s gaze finally raises up a bit, looking at you with those same bright, curious eyes. Almost dumbfounded. You… want to hang out with him? After all of that, you want to? And you can see the confusion on his face, or shock, you’re not sure. Either way, it’s better than that pitiful embarrassment that was radiating off of him just moments ago.
“What? You didn’t think I wanted to hang out or something?”
He nods shortly, before swallowing hard.
“Oh god, relax. ” You gently slap him on the arm to try and lighten the mood. “Spilling water isn’t the end of the world. Now, show me your room–” You press, casually shoving him again. And it does loosen him up a bit, you see the small smile at the corner of his lips when he turns away from you again, continuing to lead you through the hallway.
You had always wondered what the inside of this house looks like, never really having a reason to be inside of it until now. Nothing really makes you more curious than seeing Jungwon’s bedroom though.
If the past few hours have taught you anything, it’s that your mother is more judgemental than you originally thought, and that Jungwon doesn’t seem to be comfortable in his own space. Then again, he is trying to move out so, that’s something.
Or rather, that’s enough to make a few assumptions.
He seems nervous the closer you get too, standing outside of a closed door awkwardly before looking at you with a shiver.
“Well–” He says briefly, grabbing the knob and pushing the door open, “Here it is I guess, If knew you were going to be coming inside I would have clea–”
“Ah,” You interrupt as you step in front of him, going into his room as if you own the place. It isn’t messy per se, just…lived in. Comfortable. “ Very you.”
Not that you know what Jungwon is all about, anyway, but he seems to lighten up at that. His room is a bit messier than you expected from such a shy, uptight person. This must be the only space he lets loose in. You can relate to that, at least.
“You think so?” He asks, looking around the room with you, as if he’s seeing it in a new light.
Posters on the wall, a bit of laundry on the floor in a corner, an open laptop on his desk, a gaming system, typical man-cave type shit except within the home of his parents. It smells kind of nice too, homey. You don’t see candles or anything scented, but the smell of fresh sheets still wafts through your nose.
Even with that pile of laundry, he must have washed his sheets recently. Wonder why.
“Yeah, I do.” You nod, inviting yourself onto his bed and blinking up at him as he stands awkwardly, still at the door. “You’re not going to change?”
Jungwon freezes, nearly having forgotten he needed to change his clothes. He still feels cold in them with the air conditioner blasting the way it is, but, like, you’re in here. You’re in his room, on his bed.
A twitch of embarrassment, a twitch of something else.
“What? Here?”
“Uh, yeah? It’s your room isn’t it?”
Jungwon shifts from one foot to the other, nodding. Stepping inside and closing his door before rummaging for a new outfit in his closet. Once he’s effectively picked out something equally as polite to put on, he turns to you even more awkwardly.
He looks at you, clothes in hand and there he goes blushing again. Borderline unable to exist alongside someone he finds so attractive. Another twitch, overshadowing that of his embarrassment almost. You, just sitting there so comfortably, like you’ve been in here a million times.
He never thought the day would come where he could see a woman, a woman like you, on his bed, telling him to undress, looking at him like that. Like you’re interested, like you’re curious .
Ah– shit. He can’t do this.
“Can you– um, turn around?”
You scoff playfully, a smile on your lips as you look him up and down before shrugging. You do turn around, staring straight ahead.
You listen closely, nearly zoned out at what you’re seeing due to tuning in so deeply to the shuffles and sighs from behind. Oh, now you realize.
You see him clear as day. You’re staring into a fucking mirror, and there he is, arm and torso out of his shirt, half of it still on his head and other shoulder when you audibly make a sound.
“ Oh–um,” You react, shifting with a slight smile before you see him stumble back, hitting his closet door before falling into said closet. Then, his gaze flicks to you, through the neck-hole of the shirt still hooked onto his head.
Your eyes meet. Through the mirror, no less.
“Ah, fuck–” Jungwon mumbles, as he sits there in an even deeper pit of humiliation, shirt all tangled up, nipples out, looking stupid. “Forgot about the mirror.”
You laugh, jumping up to walk over to him, leaning down to his level and blinking just inches away from him. You reach for his shirt, helping him to get it off before he slumps down further, shoulders so small despite being so broad.
In reaction, you inhale a sharp breath. He’s toned, very nearly sexy, if not entirely sexy. The fact that this is what he’s hiding under those clean cut clothes kind of floors you. And that shyness he’s had since you arrived seems to have left him now. He looks defeated, sitting there in a way he never wanted you to see him. It's ... so, so cute.
“I didn’t expect you to be so shy–” You tilt your head at him, looking at his face closely. “You must have really not wanted me to see you like this.”
He avoids your eyes, looking down with a short nod.
“Would it help if I–” You stand up tall now, hovering over him, “ meet you halfway?”
He briefly shifts his eyes up, immediately looks back to the floor, then does a double-take because holy shit.
Oh shit. Oh- oh fuck.
In awe, his humiliation drowns out with nothing but pure arousal as he watches you lift your shirt up and off, crouching down again and showing a full view of your cleavage under that pretty bra.
“I–” He swallows his words. “You didn’t have t-”
“You didn’t want me to?”
“N- no! That’s not what I mean!” He fumbles harder. “I just, don’t really…I–”
There’s a long pause as he tries to catch his breath, eyes glued to you. Nothing he says right now would even matter, he thinks. You can tell, he fucking knows you can. You opt to give him a chance to think before speaking though, to be careful about what he says next.
“I don’t know what to do, I can’t tell if you’re just being nice or if you….”
“If I what?” You encourage him.
“Are we flirting?”
“Well, I’m flirting,” You roll your eyes playfully. “You kind of suck at it though.”
And you give him another moment of silence after this, waiting, watching him process his thoughts. He’s quite oblivious to this sort of thing, you think, considering he’s not once even hinted at that boner he’s had since he got inside, let alone the fact that you just took your fucking top off and he’s still questioning you.
The silence goes on for a bit too long, in your opinion. Watching him, him watching you, your tits, his cock twitching under his still-damp pants, and it gets to the point that it’s annoying. It’s like talking to a brick wall with a throbbing cock…and a cute face, and perfected hair now all messed up from crumbling and falling…
“Here,” You sigh, grabbing his hand and placing it straight onto one of your tits, forcing him to squeeze it in his palm. “Just touch.”
Jungwon does touch, cold hands bringing goosebumps to your skin as you continue to watch him closely, knowing that if you release his hand, he’d probably stop and apologize for actions that weren’t even his own.
“Jungwon, do you like this?” You finally question, moving his hand to the other breast and waiting for an answer.
He nods shortly, seemingly counting his breaths as he feels what you allow, not yet working up the courage to feel for himself, to touch and roam.
“Yeah?” You encourage him, now fumbling with his hand and sliding just his fingertips under your bra. “Have you ever felt tits before?”
Jungwon doesn’t answer, still staring where his fingertips disappear behind your bra, and honestly? He’s cute and all but goddamn, how is he not jumping for the opportunity right now? Why is he so slow with it? So painfully shy he can’t even fathom how direct you’re being? Does he think this is a goddamn dream? A fantasy?!
And just as you go to push his hand further beneath your bra, you feel him do it himself. Finally. You smile at him, a silent praise as you finally drop his hand and feel a jolt and pleasure rush through you at the mere graze of his fingers hitting your nipple.
“Hey,” You whisper now, softly, almost sweetly, pressing your palm to his cheek to bring his eyes up to you. “Do you want me to touch you?”
As forward as it is, that’s the whole point of you coming to his room and quite frankly, you’re tired of waiting. Surprisingly though, Jungwon answers you nearly instantly, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut. As if he doesn’t want to hear himself agree.
“God, yes–” He very nearly whimpers the words out, igniting you further.
And normally, you’d probably be the one on your knees, gagging, spitting, and choking for some guy who doesn’t respect you. But this isn’t exactly a normal situation. You’ve never had a man on the floor for you, afraid to touch, but claiming to want it. You’ve never had a man need to be talked through it, or guided.
Jungwon doesn’t even have to ask you to do it, you’re well aware that he’s probably sore in his pants at just touching your tits alone, you can’t imagine what would happen if you…
You push his hand away, quickly unhooking your bra and allowing your tits to spring free, but you don’t give him even a moment to admire. No. Instead, you grab him by the back of his hair and push his head forward, into your chest as you sink down onto his lap. Feeling what he’s packing, and surprised that it…doesn’t feel small.
He groans at the feeling of your weight, his breath near smothered by your tits in his face before he fights to lean back again, looking up at you, uncaring of being inside of his fucking closet, almost in love with how you’ve got him against the wall like this.
“Like this?” You smile, wiggling your tits in front of him while simultaneously dragging your hand down, scooting back just slightly to press your palm against his bulge. “And this ?”
Jungwon continues to only groan in response, unaware of how to breathe or speak with his brain malfunctioning the way it is.
Fuck, don’t stop. Please, keep going. He knows if he were to try speaking right now anyway, that he’d just continue to embarrass himself. Truthfully, he still doesn’t realize what he’s done to be gifted such a wonderful, hot moment with you. Even back when he only saw you across the yard from time to time, he really never thought this would happen.
That you’d be into him like this ? How are you into him, anyway? Why?
“I can’t do all the work, baby–” You scoff, now pulling your tits from him just to focus on pressing harder against his cock. “You’re still in your pants too, aren’t you uncomfortable?”
He nods quickly, bucking up against your palm with a pained look on his face, eyes big and glistening, almost pleading. Jesus, he’s so…
“You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” You ask, pressing harder against him when his hips push upwards. “You’d probably let me do anything I want right now.”
“I-” He nods, breathless as he tries to speak. “I would. ”
You smirk, squeezing his bulge once before leaving him abandoned there, a mess on the floor. His chest heaves in his breaths despite not even kissing the air out of him, and quite frankly, he looks like he’s already been fucked for an hour at least. The way his expression of pleasure twists into that of panic is endearing too.
“What? Where are you going?” He asks in a panic, feeling the color drain from his face as he searches deep in his mind what he could have done within the past few seconds to have you get off of him, to just get up and walk away– And then he sees you do it.
Shimmying your shorts off as you walk to his bed, twirling back to face him, and sitting right back on his bed, legs spread, displaying nothing to him but your naked chest and panty-clad pussy.
He nearly chokes, actually.
“Well? Don’t just sit there?” You finally mumble, feeling a little shy yourself now. Mostly due to the fact that you were being serious when you say you’ve never, like, been in a position of power over a man sexually. Not like this, anyway.
When Jungwon stands up on some-what shaky legs, you get a full view of his torso and that bulge in his pants. You can’t help when you lick your bottom lip, checking him out from head to toe and wondering what deity brought such a sculpted looking being in your life, but forced him to have such a docile personality.
He has so much to flaunt, with that toned abdomen and sculpted arms. His messy hair now matching the body more, making him look less polite, more horny. And oh, his cock. You watch as he makes his way to you, slowly, carefully, before fumbling with the button on his pants. And you keep watching, making him feel vulnerable.
If he was bold enough, he’d comment on how it looks like you’re ready to eat him alive, but he’s not. Instead, he tries to relish in your gaze rather than shy away from it. With a deep breath, he shoves his pants down. What he wasn’t expecting was to feel the cold air on his cock right away. Unfortunately, wet pants and underwear stick together, and down they both went with his moment of confidence.
Immediately his hands shoot in front of him, like he’s hiding his shame. You stare now, blatantly, with dark narrowed eyes before glancing back up to him.
“Honestly?” You chuckle in amusement, pushing his hands away and watching the weight of his length dangle heavily, reddened at the tip with plenty of pre-cum leaking out. “ You’re kinda big, Wonnie, might even hurt a little bit if I–”
You watch it twitch, seeing his abdomen flex at your words alone before you continue.
“Yeah? You like knowing? Like the idea of it hurting me?” Smiling, you pull him towards you, your face right against his middle as you look up at him innocently. “Don’t you want to make sure I’m prepped and ready first? Don’t you wanna taste?”
He stares down at you, still silent, Adam’s apple bobbing each time he swallows his words, but at this point you think you’re used to it. If at all, that look in his eye is enough. You know he wants it, you know he’d let you.
So, you lift your arms and rest them on his shoulders, urging him to lower himself. He does without hesitation, all the way to his knees where you brush your fingers through his hair and spread your legs wider.
Something in Jungwon clicks at that moment. No more lying to himself, because here he is, cock out, entirely naked, and here you are, legs spread, looking at him as if you not only want him to do it, but maybe even need him to.
Additionally, he’s running out of the self-control he’s so proud of. It’s becoming more and more difficult to ignore how badly he wants to touch you, how badly he wants to be touched too. God, look at it. With your pretty panties that he swears matched that bra that’s now thrown somewhere in his closet. He sees a small damp spot right in the center, and wrinkles in the fabric from where it sticks to you.
You’re pleasantly surprised when he leans forward without any more directly, pressing his nose right into the center of your panties before breathing out in a long, loud moan. You moan at the mere fact that he fucking did it, and you really didn’t think he would without you pushing his head against it. But he did, and he likes it. God, he fucking loves it.
You can tell from the way his arm immediately shoots to his cock, gripping himself, and from the way he no longer holds back. You can feel his lips pucker, even his tongue dipping out and teeth biting the fabric and pulling at your panties just to suck whatever juice you’ve leaked into them.
Oh, how dirty.
“That’s it, yeah–” You encourage him, snaking your hand down to immediately shove your panties to the side, the other now at the crown of his head and pushing his lips right into it. Your legs shake upon first contact, mouth so warm and ready.
Jungwon swears he’s in heaven, his mind fully emptying of any worry or doubt when he rolls his tongue out and lets you use it as you please. And use it, you do, grinding harshly against his open mouth until you’re moaning, nearly standing up entirely to get a good angle as his neck cranes back. Even when he opens his eyes to try and look at you, you see the way they cross, the way they roll back.
And his moaning throughout doesn’t make it any easier. The thing is, you can’t tell if it’s because he’s furiously fucking his fist as you do this or because he’s enjoy the way you grind against him, as if he’s nothing, as if he’s a toy. You think it’s safe to say that it’s a bit of both.
Especially when it gets to the point that your legs are shaking each time his nose bumps your clit, with the way he perfects his tongue to slide between your folds and plunge into your hole between each grind against him. You’ll be damned if this absolute loser doesn’t cum before you. In fact, you’re shocked he hasn’t.
And so, you overpower him more by gripping his hair and tugging his face away from you. Out of breath, blinking so goddamn stupidly at you, and fuck, you moan this time. The mere image of him and his wet, saliva and pussy coated chin… fuckkkkk.
You’re quick to plant yourself right back on his face, walking forward step by step until he falls backwards, hand still wrapped around his cock no less. His hardwood floors can’t be comfortable, but he’s not complaining, not when you essentially sit on his face.
He really, truly, could only dream of this happening to him. But this isn’t a dream, he’s reminded every time he tries to let out a dream sigh and is met with a clit bumping against his tongue. To that, he tries to let out another dreamy sigh, putting his mouth to use, and hoping you get what you want from him because he might as well just kill himself if you’re not enjoying this the way he is.
Thankfully, he’s made well aware that you’re at least somewhat enjoying it. He assumes the way your legs shake when he does that thing with his tongue must be meaningful. Or the way you lean back and brace yourself on his legs, moaning and groaning as if the lighting doesn’t make this view of your underboobs look fucking immaculate for him.
Both of you, totally a mess in a situation unfamiliar, but enjoying it nonetheless. That is, until Jungwon’s body threatens to ruin it. He’s quick to drop his cock, but it’s too late by this point. You feel the way his mouth goes slack, open and unmoving as you chase and grind, then you feel it. Spurts of cum hitting you from behind as his body vibrates in pleasure.
Jesus. Well…
You slide off, legs still shaking and voice uneven as you breathe through the loss of pleasure, staring at him. The audacity.
“I–” He stutters, eyes filled with panic. “Fuck, I’m sorry, It just–”
“ Mhm,” You nod your head as if you’re listening, entirely uncaring of his apology, because you’re still going to have your fun. He can’t just cum and be done, not after all the work you put into this.
And it’s a shame really, he was good at eating pussy. But alas, perhaps there will be next time to ride his tongue until climax, for now, you want him back in the fucking game.
“ Yeah, yeah.” You continue to say through his stuttered apologies, standing up and slipping your wet, tangled panties off of you. “Mhm,” you continue, now sitting back down, this time on his thighs. There, you stare at the mess that he also managed to drench himself in before looking at him with a cheeky, evil little smirk. There, Jungwon realizes.
Oh. Oh no.
You grab his half-flaccid cock and instantly slap it against your, now, bare pussy. You feel it try to twitch back to life, Jungwon heaving his breaths with little winces each time you slap it against yourself, and then? You look him in the eye, adjust yourself, and work him into you.
“It won’t hurt now,” You smile, inching him in and seeing the way his hands nearly claw at his floor through the sensitivity. “ For me anyway.”
And he suffers through it for you, both loving and hating the fiery sensation shooting through him. It hurts so, so bad, but you look so, so good on top of him. He can still taste you, smell your pussy in his nose, and now you’re on him? On… his cock? Fuck, he needs to get hard again. He can’t… he can’t let it end like this. No more disappointing you, no more embarrassing himself.
So he stares at you, reminding himself that never in a million years did he think he’d get a shot to even talk to you for more than five minutes, let alone have you ride his face and his cock. Then– it hits him twice as hard.
It’s raw. You already have remnants of his previous load in you. Fuck, his cum is inside of you already. His cock is in you, and he can feel the way you squeeze it so painfully, like your pussy begs him to fuck it, like you want him just as badly as he wants you.
And that’s when the pain slowly goes away, he feels the heat in his stomach, the way his cock jumps awake at each pulse and squeeze of your body, and you feel it too. He can tell by the way you encourage him with that sweet voice, so raspy now.
“Ah,” You moan quietly, leaning down face to face with him. “Shit, you’re big.” You breathe out, stilling your body as you feel it, and you really should have known that he wouldn’t remain still either.
There’s this pleasant feeling inside of you now, he’s gotten fully hard again and for once, he grabs you. You can tell it’s not because he has control, or needs it, but it’s simply because clawing at the floors did close to nothing as you waited for this.
His hands land at your hips, his eyes struggling to stay open when he suddenly pistons his hips up, shoving his painfully hard length so deep inside of you that you feel a sharp pain shoot through you. But oh, you shiver instead, you moan, and then? You bounce in retaliation.
Again and again, quickly, bouncing several times before slowing your pace and grinding his cock slowly in and out of you. There he goes now, moaning, and trying to fill that space inside of you each time you grind him out.
It seems like he wants to stay planted, cock warming, just feeling the way you wrap around him, but at this point you don’t think you can do that. You’re so fucking turned on right now you could probably start crying. But you don’t, instead, you bounce again.
He reaches so deep, bumping that little spot inside of you without intention, and you can’t help it. You want to see his reaction, wanna see him look at you like you’re some sort of sex god or something if you can just–
“ Wonnie,” You moan out of breath, legs growing tired since you’re truly not used to being on top like this, “ Keep going–”
He does, feeling the way you lift yourself just to give him the space to piston his hips. He truly didn’t know he could fuck this hard either, slamming into you repeatedly, without breathing himself before– oh.
Jungwon sees it before he feels it. It’s drenching him , threatening to force his cock out but he’ll be damned to fuck anything else up but you from this moment forward. He pushes past the resistance, slamming into you again, the wet squirting out from around his cock with so much force that you’re left out of breath, wishing you could beg him to stop, to beg him to slow down.
Your muscles are so tight right now, squeezing him so hard, and it feels so, so fucking good. Bursts of color paint the back of your eyelids as you cry out nonsense, words of nothing , praising of whatever.
And only when your body relaxes does Jungwon lose his focus. He can’t… he can’t just hold it in after witnessing that? He fucking made a girl squirt?! He made you squirt?! No fucking way. There’s no way he managed to–
Jungwon’s thoughts hit a wall when he feels you slump over him, lying flat on him as your pussy contracts, recovering. That’s enough for him, the grip still so tight, so fucking wet that he just…he lets it happen.
His body shakes much like before, but this time he can’t control his volume. So loud, so desperate for you to stay on him like this, the very idea of fucking you raw driving him to release more than he already did. More than he thought was possible.
And you breathe against his neck through it, listening to his moans and babbling grow louder and louder before you remember exactly where you are.
“Does it feel good, Wonnie? ” You smile, still out of breath as you intentionally clench him, urging him to cum for just a few seconds longer. “ To have my pussy on you like this?”
And he’s so dumbed down at this point, all he can do is whine incoherently. Louder and louder as the last rope of cum spurts out.
“Shh, shh,” You warn him as he finally falls silent, “Don’t wanna embarrass your mom, now would you?”