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strike a pose - jeon wonwoo

This is a work of fiction. Mature content ahead.

wc: 3.4k

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The rough scratch of pencil gliding over scrapbook paper brought you solace in the chaos of life. The movements of your wrist have grown your ideas to places beyond your wildest imaginations. It was your reminder of why you were in this profession in the first place.

Your parents had always reprimanded your younger self for doodling on every free space available which painted you as the victim for the colorful streaks of crayon that danced the walls of your childhood home.

One of your parents never failed to bring up their favorite story of you at the semi annual family dinners you attend.

“I remember her wailing until she had no tears left to cry. It broke my heart to scrub her drawings off of the walls, but the landlord was not having it.”

Every retelling about your humble beginnings never failed to push a couple stray tears out of your eyes.

Pursuing your passion challenges your physical and mental capabilities. Continuing with art in university was like toying with a double edged sword; for once you were delighted at the thought of attending classes, but the viscous environment during your internships caused you to turn your back on art for a brief moment in time.

Nonetheless, the trials and tribulations of university led you to where you are today. The studio was furnished with blinding lights and eye-catching backdrops. The scent of hairspray lingered in the air as it is seemingly sprayed every couple seconds.

You shouldn’t be this nervous; it was just another photo shoot showcasing your newest creations. Honestly, you weren’t nervous at all until your assistant was, figuratively speaking, bouncing off the walls as they were delivering important news regarding the shoot.

“I had no idea he would agree so easily. I wouldn’t have stressed for days, weeks even if the negotiation was this simple.” Your assistant rambled. “The one and only, Jeon Wonwoo, agreed to be the leading model for your newest line!” followed by an earth-shattering squeal.

The oxygen supplying your lungs had magically disappeared in that very moment. You must have done the greatest act of kindness in your past life to receive this kind of opportunity.

Jeon Wonwoo is the top male model in the industry; his lean physique and fierce gaze was highly critiqued in every magazine column dedicated to the alluring man. To top it all off, Wonwoo was given an innumerable amount of praise for his seemingly contradicting persona behind the camera.

You recalled the countless interviews of Wonwoo’s diligent care towards all the staff members regardless of titles. You also, not that you were intentionally looking for more information on the man, know that he held a soft spot for any type of cat. How fucking adorable.

Wonwoo was paralyzingly attractive and his charming personality was sufficient to captivate even the most hateful people in this world.

Mindless drawings of multiple pieces of clothing occupied your downtime. The shoot was not scheduled to start until later, but you wanted to settle into the ambiance of it all to fully immerse yourself in your work. It was like a pre-shoot ritual for you.

Whenever you wanted to let your mind wander, you’d pick up the ratty sketchbook you had received for christmas one year. The ideas stuffed into said sketchbook were not worthy of being turned into reality, but you loved the brief moment of complete creative freedom.

The familiar scrape of your pencil on paper casted a hypnotic response on your hand. You were just doodling free from the confines of profit and pressure.

“That is absolutely beautiful.”

You whipped your head around at the sound of a deep and melodic voice. His eyes were trained on the worn out page of your sketchbook. You were speechless. Jeon Wonwoo wasn’t just a passing topic of many promiscuous conversations with coworkers. He was here. Right behind you. And he had complimented your work.

“Thank you. Kind words like yours inspire me to stay in this business.”

It was an automatic response whenever someone complimented your work after countless interviews, although your response had been more timid than anticipated.

A searing blush already crept up your neck, and soon to invade the tips of your ears. You turned back around in your chair effectively facing away from where he was positioned.

You had found relief from the busy outside in an empty dressing room, and you were in a comfortable position in one of the vanity set ups.

He wasn’t clueless. Wonwoo thoroughly enjoyed how flustered you became in his presence. Wonwoo also didn’t miss how you were deliberately checking him out in the reflection of you both. He looked good in your clothes.

Suddenly, you found yourself enclosed in a pair of biceps. You stared into the mirror to meet Wonwoo’s eyes as well.

“Thank you for this opportunity to work with you. It is my greatest privilege to showcase your newest clothing line.” His head dipped lower to level with your own. Without breaking eye contact through the mirror Wonwoo added,

“See you out there sweetheart. I look forward to working with you.”

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The shutter of the camera was another sound you learned to appreciate over time. Usually, the photographer would barrel directions towards the model, but not Wonwoo. He was confident in his abilities, and that energy was carried on to everyone in the room.

His movements were fluid and natural; he was posing just enough to display the clothes but still highlight his abilities.

It was as if he was born for the camera.

To say you were mesmerized by him was an understatement. You were bewitched by the man known as Jeon Wonwoo.

You lost count of the stolen glances you shared with Wonwoo. Every time your eyes hovered on him for a split second too long he would immediately sense it, and subsequently meet your own gaze.

His eyes devoured you. As if Wonwoo was attending an art exhibit and was bidding to take you home.

“The female model just called in saying she can’t make it.” Your assistant was out of breath trying to deliver the news as soon as possible. These situations happen more often than not, but what got your palms sweaty was the absence of a standby model.

A wave of deja vu crashed over you. This has happened only one other time. You had to step in, but in this case you were modeling with the most attractive man you had laid your eyes on. There were no other options.

There was only one outfit you envisioned that required the female model to pose with Wonwoo.

Red chiffon draped your figure, and the cowl neckline only did so much to cover your chest. The rounded swells of your breasts peaked out from the top, sides and down the plunging neckline. A small bunch of ruffles placed on your right arm lightly resembled a flower as the trim ran down the side and flowed past your ankle; the free moving trim was a contradiction to the form fitting body of the dress.

You loved this design on paper, and it only excited you to bring it to life.

A team of staff members scrambled to get yourself ready for the shoot. The angular placement of the deep brown eyeshadow pointed your eyes towards the temples of your face. A subtle peach lip topped off the look.

You were ready for the camera.

Upon walking out of the dressing room, you noticed that Wonwoo had changed into an all black outfit. The shirt was slightly see-through and equally as plunging as your own ensemble.

The concept for these photos were to showcase the sultry red dress hence Wonwoo’s monochromatic garments. Most of the poses consisted of you in front of Wonwoo with his hands on your waist while your head was on his shoulders.

Mundane is what you would describe the poses you were put into with Wonwoo. Up until the last pose.

“Wonwoo, I’m going to need you to take off your shirt bud.” The photographer instructs. Instinctively, Wonwoo began to unbutton his top. Tantalizingly slow. He also made direct eye contact with you.

A chair was placed in the middle of the white backdrop.

“Wonwoo, please take a seat while I direct our leading lady for our final pose.”

Your leg closest to the camera was bent on top of his while the other was firmly planted on the ground. Wonwoo’s hand grasped your waist, but his arm laid relaxed on the mound of your ass.

He was instructed to lean into your chest; right where the tip of the plunge was located. You snaked your arm around the nape of his neck to complete the final look.

A thunderous round of applause commenced after the final shutter of the camera. You and Wonwoo had made your way to the monitor storing all of the taken photos.

You had to admit, you and Wonwoo looked damn good together.

“Maybe you should switch professions so that I can see you more often. I would love to share the camera with you.” Wonwoo had said this low enough for only your ears to hear.

His broad figure disappeared after nearly sending you into hysteria. Wonwoo probably headed out to change out of the one article of clothing that he was wearing by the end of the shoot.

He probably had to attend scheduled obligations after the shoot. You were slightly upset that you may never see the gorgeous man ever again.

After Wonwoo had scurried off, you took it upon yourself to finish all of the administrative work left for you to complete. Being involved in the shoot pushed back all of your priorities, so you needed to catch up ASAP.

You had been so busy that you were still in the red dress.

At this eerily late hour, everyone had already gone home, and it was your job to close up the studio; the owner had slipped the keys into your palms after you explained the long night ahead.

Your personal belongings were tucked away in the same vacant dressing room you were in prior to the beginning of the shoot. The clack of your heels echoed on the linoleum floor as you made your way into the room.

You twisted the door open just to reveal Wonwoo sitting on a chair just scrolling on his phone. He was in his attire from earlier; shirtless with a pair of slacks. His head looked up to meet yours. You blinked once. Twice. Three times before you broke the silence.

“What are you still doing here?”

“Waiting for you of course.” He replied. The beat of your heart sped up ten fold.

Your legs had a mind of its own, because you started walking where Wonwoo sat. He held out his hand for you to take. As soon as your hand was in his, Wonwoo yanked you onto his lap.

His chest felt firm pressed against the side of your arm. The inviting warmth radiating from his body was intoxicating.

Your hands were kept folded together on your lap. The dress rode up your thighs just a bit higher, but still covered enough to be decent. His hand rested on the side of your thighs playing with the hem of the dress while the other was placed underneath your chin.

“You were spectacular out there. Your confidence and grace was admirable; you deserve to be a role model to people everywhere.” His praises never ended.

“Thank you Wonwoo.” Sincerity laced your voice. “I see now why you are constantly booked for shoots.” You chuckled softly.

“I owe that all to you. You were ravishing out there.” You were speechless. And Wonwoo was the reason. Again.

“I’d love to work with you in the future if you are available.”

“Only if you’d have me.” Wonwoo’s smile was so bright that his eyes folded into cute crescent moons.

“It would be an honor.” You replied in a funny British accent. Even his laughs were perfect.

The laughter died down into a comfortable silence. You couldn’t focus with Wonwoo so close.

Wonwoo’s thumb toyed with your bottom lip. His warmth was a feeling you could get used to. You didn’t stop him nor did you want him to stop. Ever.

“Tell me I’m not imagining things darling. Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

You gave him a weak nod. Your brain was filled with nothing but him.

“Words sweetheart. I need words.” He softly chastised.

“Take me Wonwoo. I’m all yours.” The desperation in your voice would have made you cringe on a regular day, but something about Wonwoo made it so easy.

That was all he needed. Wonwoo moved his hand from your ass to the back of your neck to press his lips to yours.

Something about the kiss lit your whole body on fire. It felt so right.

The slight nip of Wonwoo’s teeth on your bottom lip emits a small gasp from you. That allowed Wonwoo to slip his tongue in to dance with yours. The sounds coming from the both of you could rival PornHub’s most popular video.

Wonwoo disconnected his lips from yours. “Spread your legs. Let me see your pussy babe.”

You shifted your body so that your back was pressed against his chest. Your head slumped against his while each of your legs fell on either side of his left thigh.

The end of the dress gathered on the tops of your thighs until Wonwoo pushed the bunched up fabric to sit around your waist.

Staring back at him was the image of your flimsy thong. The crotch area was covered by a thin layer of mesh with some sort of floral detailing.

You couldn’t recollect the specific attributes of your underwear because Wonwoo was slicing your pussy in half with the help of your thong. He tugged the skinny damp fabric upwards as it nestled itself in between your swollen pussy lips.

“You are the most breathtaking sight. Right? You’ll take everything I give you because you're my good girl.”

Any response you wanted to give him was lost in your never ending moans. Wonwoo released the tension on your underwear only to tease his index finger along your soaking slit.

“Fuck Wonwoo, that feels so good.” That was the first coherent thought you were able to voice. Wonwoo settled on playing with your clit stimulating the bundle of nerves.

“You’re so wet sweetheart. Were you this wet during the shoot too? Walking around with slick thighs and your cunt crying to be fucked?”

His words were too much to handle. Wonwoo’s finger circled your hole.

“Won–” you choke back a moan. “Wonwoo I need you now. No more teasing.” You mewl.

“I haven’t even stretched you out yet. Do you want this fat cock now? Are you that much of a greedy whore?” You desperately nodded.

Wonwoo removed his hand from your throbbing core, and you flinched at the contact of the frigid air.

“Up.”

You immediately stood up in between his legs. Wonwoo zipped down his slacks to reveal his hardened cock covered by the fabric of his underwear.

As for the dress, you slipped the straps off of your shoulders freeing your tits before completely stripping from the dress. Your nipples stood erect from your growing sexual desire.

Wonwoo grabbed you again and positioned your body to be kneeling in front of him. The gleam in his eye signaled you to pull the waistband of his underwear down until they bundled around his ankles.

“C’mon baby, you know what to do. You’re smart. I haven’t had the chance to fuck you dumb yet.”

His cock was red and pulsating. The bulbous tip was leaking beads of precum. Starting from the base, you licked the length of his cock all the way to the tip.

You circled your tongue on his slit to collect the leaking cum.

You collected a wad of saliva at the edge of your mouth before you spat it onto his penis. You lowered your head to completely take him in your mouth.

You were bobbing your head up and down and sucking him in. Whatever you couldn’t reach your hands were taking care of it.

He felt hot and heavy in your mouth, and you swore that your arousal was about to drip onto the floor.

“Shit. You’re a piece of art. The prettiest fuckin’ thing to ever grace this Earth.”

You glanced at Wonwoo through your eyelashes. His head was thrown back in pleasure, and that only motivated you to continue with what you were doing.

His hands found their way to the back of your head creating a makeshift ponytail.

He pushed your head down far enough where your nose met his pelvis. You gagged around him before he released you.

A string of saliva connected your bottom lip to his cock.

“C’mere baby.”

He placed you across his lap again. His hot mouth was sucking a deep bruise that would be a pain to cover in the morning. Wonwoo’s hands trailed down your leg and removed the uncomfortable heels on your feet.

You couldn’t have been more relieved.

Now, it was your turn to whisper lowly into his ear, “Let me ride your dick Won. I want to be good to you.”

You maneuvered yourself in order to straddle his hips. Wonwoo took this opportunity to tease your entrance with his tip.

“Stop teasing.” You were growing impatient after all of the foreplay.

Wonwoo harshly grabbed your neck. He pressed the sides just enough to feel a lightheaded buzz course through your head.

“Ask politely.” His grip tightened in the slightest. “I didn’t know you were a brat. I thought you wanted to be good for me.” It felt like he was scolding you.

“Give me your manners before I make you beg like the dirty fucking slut you are.”

God, you were so wet that it was starting to hurt having nothing to fill you up.

“Wonwoo please fuck me. I need you fill me with your cock and fuck me like the whore I am.”

“Are you asking?” He raised his eyebrow.

“No, I'm begging.”

The vulgar exchange of words was enough for him to slam your hips down and take him all the way. The mouthwatering stretch of his cock felt heavenly.

“This pussy was made for me. No one else could take this tight and dirty little hole like I can.”

You rhythmically moved your hips up and down while pausing every couple seconds to grind down on his dick. You felt every ridge and vein protruding from his cock.

Your eyes were clouded from lust

“You feel so good baby. Wrapped so well around my fat cock. Do you like it that much? Hmm?”

“Yes, yes Wonwoo love your cock. S’good.” You were panting like you had won a marathon. Your activities could possibly be considered one.

You knew you were clenching hard around Wonwoo, and he knew by looking at the drag of your pussy lips every time you’d lift yourself up.

“You’re so tight, baby. My good girl is doing so well for me.”

The familiar coil in your abdomen was about to snap. Wonwoo’s words only pushed you closer to release.

“Cum for me sweetheart. I’ll cum for you, fill you up to the brim darling, if you cum for me.”

That was enough to send you over the edge. Pleasure came crashing down on you. Wonwoo roughly thrusted upwards, and the stuttering of his hips let you know that he came too.

You looked down at where you and Wonwoo were connected and saw a white ring of your mixed arousal around the base of his cock. You were certain that the sticky mess had spread onto your inner thighs as well.

Suddenly, Wonwoo placed you on the desk of the vanity. You jumped at the contact of your bare ass against the cold surface.

He pulled up the pooled clothing pieces at his ankles so that he was wearing them again

You felt exposed. You were still completely naked. Wonwoo had been gazing at you longingly before speaking. “Let me clean you up at my place. It’s not far from here.”

“Is this a trick to get me to go home with you Mr. Jeon?” It was your turn to raise your eyebrow.

“Did it work?”

“Yes Wonwoo, I’d love nothing more than to go home with you.”

Wonwoo handed you his extra sweatshirt and pants. You quickly got dressed, and soon enough you were out the door with your hand in his.

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aomimiusa-bear · 8 months

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feature me - kim mingyu

This is a work of fiction. Mature content ahead.

wc: 1.9k

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“Hey Google, play Feature Me by Flo.”

The small device chimed in response by flooding your ears with the familiar tune.

The scent in the air was a concoction of your vanilla perfume and the slight tinge of burnt hair. You were most certainly dressed to impress tonight; a short black dress clinged to your body like second skin. The curly mess that you call your hair has now been tamed by the assistance of your trusty straightener. Your lips adorned a brand new pink lip gloss you had purchased just earlier today. Tonight is going to be your night.

You had one mission coursing through your veins at this very moment, and it is to forget Kim Mingyu. You don’t necessarily recall the formalities or details of how you met, but you do know that it ended with your legs intertwined with Mingyu’s in his bed. Ever since then, you and Mingyu embarked on this friends with benefits situation; you needed the release while he just enjoyed providing pleasure, and more specifically yours. From your experience, these situationships never really provided aftercare or even cuddled with you after having sex.

But of course, Kim fucking Mingyu did.

His nurturing actions made your head go haywire with never ending thoughts and anxieties. You liked him, and for a second you thought he did too. Mingyu and yourself had never enforced the rule of not falling for the other party but more so you immediately defaulted to the unspoken rule; he wasn’t the first person you endured this with. On a night out one of his closest buddies not so subtly dropped that he hadn’t seen anyone since you, so you let yourself play into the delusion for a bit. Until you saw Mingyu cozying up to a brunette headed girl just yesterday night at a local bar. You figured that you could never measure up to her model like stature. You had plans to unwind with drinks after a long day, but after witnessing Mingyu reenact a 2000s romcom with some girl all you wanted to do was go home and cry; you didn’t know what for though. Maybe because you got yelled at by your manager, or maybe you thought that he could be yours.

‘Set the scene and feature me’

To hell with moping around for someone who can’t acknowledge you or your feelings, so that is what tonight is for. You are dressed to the nines and your makeup is nothing short of perfection. The boost of confidence was what you truly needed to get over this silly little crush. You were going to walk away from the club with someone, and it will not be Mingyu. After posting a couple pictures to social media, you made your way over to the kitchen to make a pre-club cocktail. You weren’t aware of the amount of alcohol you put into your drink, but it was most certainly enough to get rid of any nervousness left in your gut. You were just about to head out the door after packing up your purse for the night, but you immediately halted your actions at the sound of knocking. And it was at your apartment door.

“Coming!”

You weren’t expecting anyone tonight. Maybe it was your neighbor complaining about the volume levels currently in your room. “Hey Google, turn off.” The incessant knocking came around once more. You huffed in annoyance as you rounded the corner to the door. With the flick of the lock, you swung open the door to give whoever was on the other side a hefty lecture about patience. What caught you off guard was the sight of a broad chest of pure muscle being hugged by a black polo.

“Would you like to tell me where you are going?” Mingyu questioned while dangling your newest Instagram story on his phone. You narrowed your eyes towards your “friend”. “It is absolutely none of your business Mingyu. Go home.” You managed to grumble out. Why was he here? How did he get in? You had so many unanswered questions, but at this point the nervousness kicked back in completely sobering up all your senses. “Didn’t know you had such an attitude darling. What got you so upset?” He raised an eyebrow while smirking at your figure. You were well aware that he was intently studying your entire get up for tonight; he wasn’t exactly shy about giving you a full body scan.

“I am going to ask one more time to get it through your pretty little head. Where are you going?” Mingyu enunciated every word of his question with a dominating force you couldn’t find yourself to disobey. “Out. Mingyu. I’m going out.” You growled with irritation. He had already stepped inside your apartment even though you did not know when he closed the door behind him. “I don’t remember us making plans to go out.” Your aggravation flew through the ceiling. “Yes Mingyu. You don’t remember because it was a plan for me and only me.” At this point, you were teetering the edge of beginning a screaming match with the six foot man standing in front of you. “You’re not going out.” Mingyu commanded. “Who gives you authority over me? Spare me the complications and please owe me the pleasure of walking you out of here.” You spat.

Suddenly, your back met the wall beside the front door. Mingyu’s hands were heavy on your hips, effectively immobilizing you from leaving. “You’re right I can’t tell you what to do.” He lowered his head so that his mouth was grazing your ear lobe. “But I can sure as hell make you listen.” You didn’t even have a second to register Mingyu’s words as his mouth came crashing down on yours. The kiss was desperate, needy, and erotic as he ravaged you up against the wall. Curse his stupidly massive muscles. Your tongues danced with each other in a sensual performance that was only available to you and him.

‘Touch on me, get on your knees’

“Tell me what you were planning to do. Go find someone else to take home? Impossible for my girl, because you damn well know I am the only one who can give you what you need.” You quiver at the sound of his words. “Who else would satisfy you if not me?” Mingyu taunted. As if he wanted to prove his previous statement, Mingyu cupped your core in his hand with only the thin layer of your lace panties separating the two. You moaned out his name not sure if it was to stop or to give you more. With little strength you have left, you pushed his arm away even if you winced from the sudden loss of contact. “Why don’t you flirt with that girl some more? I have an even better suggestion, leave me the fuck alone Kim Mingyu.” You were aware of your harsh attitude towards someone that wasn’t even yours.

To say he was displeased was an understatement. Mingyu effortlessly placed you over his shoulder with your ass scraping the side of his cheek. You let out a gasp as Mingyu smacked your ass with such aggression leaving you to totally soak your panties with arousal. He tossed you onto your bed, like some rag doll and pressed his hardening erection in between your legs where he stood. The dress you were wearing had already bunched around your waist and your tits had spilled over the top. You wanted to moan at the contact, but your overwhelming urge to defy the man was stronger than your current desire for Mingyu. You couldn’t give him that satisfaction just yet.

Mingyu was hovering over you at this point. “Is that what this is about?” He questioned, but already knew the answer to. “My perfect angel turned into a brat because she was jealous?” Mingyu was coy about the entire thing while heat flushed your face. You had been caught. “Let me go Mingyu.” But you made no real effort to leave. The stupid silver chain that hung from his neckline was mocking you, and the owner of said necklace was well aware of your infatuation with it. “Just so you know princess,” he pushed away a strand of hair from your face “I am yours. Whether you like it or not.” A small smile danced on his face. “That girl was my sister, and some creepy guy was hitting on her the entire night.” Your face contorted into realization and soon after it was embarrassment. Before you can wallow in your feelings, Mingyu resumed the earlier ministrations on your mouth and your, now, soaking core.

“Please,” you whined out. “I love your manners babe, but you aren’t really giving me instructions on what to do.” He wanted your lewd words to reverberate in the walls of your room before giving in to what you want. You pleaded, “Please touch me, Mingyu.” From the raise of his eyebrows you already knew he was going to say some smart ass remark. “I’m already touching you sweetheart.” Tired of the constant nagging, you grabbed his hand and placed it on top of your glistening clit. Right where your panties had shifted to give him access. The feeling of your arousal was enough to tear your underwear off and have him sink to his knees.

“Is this what you wanted? Hm? You could’ve asked instead of acting like a brat.” Mingyu licked a fat stripe from your hole along your slit. He was sucking, teasing, and prodding at your pussy with his tongue; he wanted nothing more to drown in you. Suddenly, he replaced his tongue with the rough pads of his fingers as he slowly circled your leaking hole. “You’re dripping,” he announces. “You’re going to ruin your sheets princess, but you look like you don't mind.” Mingyu gathered your arousal and easily pushed two of his fingers into you. It didn’t take much for you to come undone on him. The slight curl he added to his fingers was enough for you to fully soak his hand. He held his fingers to his mouth, “you taste like heaven pretty girl.”

Mingyu tapped the side of your ass signaling to turn over. Before you have had the chance to fully turn, Mingyu roughly grabs your hips entirely exposing your trembling cunt to him. The sound of his pants hitting the floor was enough to have you clenching around nothing. A second later, the sensation of Mingyu running his fat cock against your slit had you rolling your eyes. “I seem to be repeating myself a lot tonight, so let me ask one more time.” He had no intention of halting his movements. “What do you want me to do.” You were delirious and all you wanted was for Mingyu to split you in half with his cock. “Please fuck me Mingyu,” an exasperated whine left your lips. “I’m sorry,” you babbled. “I was jealous because I thought you were mine. Please, I'm sorry, Mingyu.”

Seemingly, that was enough for him to completely sink into you. After you had adjusted to his size, he began to pound into you. The bulbous head of Mingyu’s cock was kissing your cervix, and you loved it. The sensation of his balls slapping against your clit heightened your overall pleasure all together. Your mascara was running, and the gloss on your lips smudged across your cheek, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The sound of your wanton moans strokes the already huge ego that the man above you had as he hit the spongy spot inside of you. “You’re clenching me like a vice. Gripping my cock so well.” Mingyu knew you were close. “Come with me my sweet girl. Drench my cock while I fill you up.” His words were enough for you to orgasm a second time. Your heavy pants mix into each other as it permeates your now sex-smelling room.

“I’ll go clean you up. Be back in a second.” A smile danced on your lips as the night ended with Kim Mingyu finally being yours.

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aomimiusa-bear · 8 months

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pretty - lee jihoon

This is a work of fiction. Mature content ahead.

wc: 1,288

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Your eyes have been screwed shut long enough that you were able to make out the white dots that invaded your dark vision. All you can remember was tumbling into your apartment bleary eyed from the frustrations of work all while diving head first into your mattress as soon as you crossed the threshold to your room.

You don’t even know how you got your shoes off.

Being cramped up in a tiny cubicle for eight hours never benefited you. At the end of hour three, a small ball of discomfort blossomed along your lower back. The tension that grew along your frontal lobe did not aid with the discomfort in the slightest, and it was the tipping point to chucking a painkiller into your system.

Making it back to your apartment in one piece was nothing short of a miracle. Your appetite had diminished after wafting the slight tinge of vomit as you entered your building, and the subsiding pain occupied every hungry signal to your brain for the time being.

The deteriorating piece of infrastructure always worries your boyfriend for your safety and the sake of your wellbeing. Jihoon was the nurturer even if he struggled to verbalize it. The permanent frown lines that etched his porcelain skin every time you would mention a sketchy encounter, or times like tonight.

You knew he was busy. He granted you the highest level of honor of being able to interrupt him during work, but guilt ate away at your consciousness at the thought of using that said privilege. You knew he was a phone call away, but the pretty pink vibrator was a drawer away; more specifically your bedside drawer.

The desperate chase of any release was the only thing on your mind. You were well aware that the release would loosen the rigidity of your overworked body. But you could not do it. Your hair was sprawled everywhere, and the neatly made sheets from this morning formed a city of wrinkles from tossing and turning. The vibrator was working on your clit while your free hand played with your pebbled nipple. After what felt like centuries, the added stimulation was finally pushing you towards release.

The small figments of Jihoon dancing through your head had you craving his touch. You wanted him to be the one you come undone on in this very moment, but you knew how much his work meant to him. Settling for the noisy bullet between your legs got you through nights like these with satisfactory results, but nothing compared to him.

A slight creak of the floorboards halted your movements and effectively had you turning off the toy. Leaning on the doorframe to your room was the glorious sight of your boyfriend.

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers

“You’re here” you breathlessly observed. “I thought you didn’t get off until later?”

“Is it a crime that I wanted to surprise my girlfriend?”

The question of ‘how did you get in?’ died at the tip of your tongue when he read it through your wild eyes. He taunted you while adorning a cheshire cat smile that showed off his pearly whites. You were nervous and he knows that his presence makes you nervous. You got caught, and he could not be more thrilled at the sight of you. The audacity to twirl the spare set of keys you gave him just yesterday as if to prove a point; one that screams I can do anything and everything with you.

Jihoon slowly sauntered to your bare figure laying on your bed. Suddenly, crawling under the sheets seemed like a spectacular idea. His hungry eyes devoured your naked form as he admired you from head to toe. Jihoon could read you as if you were an open book and you were his favorite story.

“Long day at work?” He innocently asked as his fingers danced along the side of your thighs. Jihoon grabbed the pink bullet from you and placed it on top of your bedside table.

You shied away from his piercing gaze after mumbling a small yes. Just like Jihoon could read you, you were able to reciprocate the same abilities towards him. But in this moment you didn’t know what he was thinking, and you were terrified. Jihoon’s thighs straddled your own. You felt his muscles taut against your skin which triggered a new wave of wetness to arise down below. His beefy arms caged you in as he lowered his head to meet you in a searing kiss. Jihoon’s fingers sneakily found your puffy clit. You gasped into the kiss, shocked from the sudden stimulation once again. He grabbed this opportunity to enter his tongue into your mouth effectively silencing your moans.

“Does my sweet girl need me? Should I stuff this crying hole full?” he questions. Jihoon’s fingers immediately embarked on their new conquest of teasing your fluttering hole right after forcing your legs open as he readjusted the position of his leg. He circled your entrance knowing that two of his fingers could slip in fairly easily after your earlier ministrations.

“You know, I should punish you.” Your heart beat sped up at the statement. “This pretty pussy belongs to me. Mine to touch, tease, and fuck. Not for some godforsaken vibrator to do the job for me. ” You needed release. Badly. “Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted like a mantra. “It's yours, but please, please, please I need this.” You whined to the man who was smirking at you. You babbled on to see if you could save yourself from future torture. “You were at work, and I didn’t want to distract you.” Jihoon knew from your glazed eyes and stiff form that teasing was the last thing you wanted, so he let you off. For now at least. Right then and there, you felt the delicious intrusion of Jihoon’s ring and middle fingers.

“Look at my pretty girl taking my fingers so well.” Your walls squeezed his fingers at the praise. “You’re taking my fingers so perfectly, my smart and hardworking girl.” It wasn’t long but Jihoon knew you were close already, so he curls his fingers that target the spongy spot within you. Your moans filled his ears like a beguiling melody he wants to have on repeat everyday.

“Need to prepare you to take this cock my beautiful girl. Make those pretty noises when I sink into your pussy that was molded for me. Right babe? You will do that for me?” You nod vigorously wanting to chase even more of the blissful feeling. His mouth hovers your ear, continuing to spew all his dirty thoughts to you. “I’ll turn you around and pull on your hair. I’m going to tell you how your pretty pussy looks stretched around me. Let me be the one to bring you to your release, my beautiful girl.”

An evil look flashes through his eyes. “Or should I make you beg. Bring you to the edge multiple times just to have you on your knees and beg to come.” You clench on his fingers one more time at the thought of his words. “Spank this ass until it’s all red and sore for me. And fuck this pussy that belongs to me. Fill you up so that all you can feel is my cum dripping down your legs for days.” His words drove you over the edge. You grip on to his thick shoulders as he coaxes your release out of you. Jihoon’s fingers glistened in the dim light of your room. He starts sucking on the fingers that were in you just moments before, savoring the very essence of you.

“We are nowhere near done my love.”

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