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~ A Flawed Eternity ~

(AKA drabbles set in the Perfect Slaughter universe.)

In which Astarion and Halsin discuss intimacy.

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Astarion was getting frustrated with himself. 

In the midst of one of the most heated embraces they’d had in a long while, his body pressed down over Tyrus’s lean frame on an actual bed, his hand entangled in those soft, snow-white locks, his erection rubbing against the seam of Tyrus’s thigh and groin—in the midst of heaven, Astarion’s thoughts dragged him back into hell. 

It was something so simple. Just Tyrus’s hands, already gripping his back and hip, squeezing a bit tighter. And then Astarion’s mind suddenly decided to translate the enthusiasm into obligation. 

All at once he felt used, dirty. Out of control. 

Objectively, he knew Tyrus expected nothing. Astarion was the one who had the inconvenient drive for sex, the one whose body quite physically yearned to touch and be touched like this by Tyrus with such a force he pushed himself into discomfort. But that knowledge didn’t stop the unsettling feeling chilling his spine now as he felt the grip pulling him closer. Like he’d once again become nothing more than a thing to be used.

Was he not allowed this anymore? Astarion silently lamented whilst kissing Tyrus harder in defiance. Did he not deserve both freedom and pleasure? Was this the gods’ petty punishment, some final penance for his supposed wrongs?

Fuck that, Astarion inwardly growled, and didn’t think further before he reached down, grabbed the grasping hand at his hip, and pinned it above Tyrus’s head.

Tyrus broke from their kiss, staring up at him with wide eyes as they both caught their breath. Clearly confused—though not frightened yet, at least.

Astarion let go of his wrist before that could change. Then pulled back entirely and faced slightly away from his partner, swallowing down a small portion of guilt. He hated being restrained, even for a moment, and Tyrus surely carried a similar sentiment. 

“A bad memory?” Tyrus said softly, as they had taken to asking each other.

If only it were that simple. 

“Let’s trance,” Astarion sighed. Throwing Tyrus a tired smirk, before nodding at their surroundings, “Who knows how long we’ll be invited back into this cozy little inn, after all.” Half-grateful, half-bitter when Tyrus didn’t press him further about the reaction, just held his hand with a bit more carefulness than usual as they tried to rest.

The following dusk he headed to the lapping river shore early, using the cloak in hopes to get a moment alone before Halsin showed up and they had another of their ‘talks’ prior to the night’s quests.

But Halsin was already there, to Astarion’s annoyance, trying and failing to skip stones whilst humming a tune under his breath.

“Waiting all day for me, darling?” Astarion teased as he approached, trying to shrug off his annoyance. “Good thing Cynda doesn’t seem the jealous type.”

Halsin turned and smiled at him. “Not at all. She has a voracious appetite herself,” he replied—and then let out a low chuckle at Astarion’s grimace.

The half-drow girl had somehow wormed her way into his affections with the same speed Tyrus once had, if in a sisterly way. While objectively he would support such a thing, Astarion felt how he imagined Tyrus would at the implication of her sexual exploits. And maybe a tad jealous, too, of how easy Halsin and Cynda’s affections seemed to be.

“Well, you two can make up for Tyrus and I, then,” he huffed, waving a dismissive hand before looking out at the vivid sunset.

“You seem bothered lately, every time you mention your relationship with him,” Halsin mused. “Why is that?”

Astarion felt his hackles raise, along with another flash of guilt. “Bothered? He is—we are—our relationship is the only good I hold claim to,” he sputtered. “It’s the reason we’re all free, alive—he’s wonderful, perfect, deserving of whatever he—” Astarion cut himself off when he realized Halsin wasn’t trying to argue. He let out a slow breath and finished, “If I’m bothered, it has nothing to do with him.”

Halsin slowly nodded. “Understood.” 

There was a minute of silence, the large elf managing a single skip from one of his four next stones before Astarion felt the urge to explain further. Half to defend Tyrus still—but also because, after the last few tendays, he’d found with some begrudgement it was helpful to get things off his chest. Allow them to be spoken, examined by an outsider, validated or questioned so he could articulate what he was feeling to himself.

“I told you we haven’t had sex since our freedom,” Astarion started eventually. “And I suppose that is beginning to bother me.”

Halsin paused mid-way through throwing a stone, raising a brow. “Have you talked more about it together?”

Astarion grimaced but nodded. “A little. He likes it but doesn’t need it—his sister must have stolen all his ‘voraciousness,’ I suppose, I didn’t think for years he’d even want to try it. But it’s me, who really wants to and keeps . . . stopping us. I did it again earlier today, before our trance.”

He paused, waiting for one of Halsin’s insightful questions or interjections, but the elf stayed silent. Just held out a smooth, flat stone for Astarion to take.

Astarion huffed but did, rolling the rock around again and again in his hands. The older elf at least knew how to pick the right ones for skipping, even if his execution was dastardly. 

Slowly, Astarion forced out the words, “I don’t want him to think about me in terms of sex. I don’t think I want anyone to . . . and I know of all people, Tyrus doesn’t want me for that, but every time we get more intimate the prospect of the act itself clouds my reasoning. I feel used, like my body is being exploited, even though I know rationally otherwise. I was the one who initiated it!” he finished with a bitter laugh. 

Halsin hummed. “Do you feel the same when you masturbate?”

Astarion felt his insides jolt in fear, for some reason. “I lived as a sex slave for nearly a century,” he growled, barely resisting the temptation to throw the rock in his hands at Halsin instead. “Why in the Hells would I be doing that?”

“Self-pleasure can be a very healing thing,” the elf replied in that sage, even tone of his, unbothered by Astarion’s blunt words or scathing tone. It made Astarion wonder a lot of things about the elf’s background.

“I don’t—” Astarion sputtered, then recovered, “There’s nothing about sex that feels like pleasure anymore. Not unless it’s with him.”

Silently, he questioned his own words. Nothing about the sexual acts he performed for and with his victims for Cazador had given him any sort of pleasure, after the first few years of doing it. Hells, even kissing felt like a burden until it was with Tyrus. But seeking pleasure alone?

Cazador had found him the last time he tried, Astarion remembered with a sudden nausea. Which explained his initial fear at Halsin’s question. It was a hazy, old memory his mind clearly didn’t want to hold onto—but in investigating the pieces of it that remained, the bastard’s words came through much too clear: “I always knew you were a slut, boy, but a deviant too? If you’re so desperate for it, then . . .”

“Astarion?”

He blinked, realizing he had been staring ahead at nothing, white-knuckling the stone. “I don’t think it would be any fun, for me,” he recovered in a hoarse voice, trying and failing to smile.

Halsin didn’t respond right away. The older elf spent a minute looking around for more stones to throw, leaving Astarion to recover from the harrowing memory in silence. 

Finally, once he’d gathered a handful, Halsin nodded at Astarion and said, “You might be right—especially at first. But there’s a lot of things you two have and do, that you’ve said used to be triggering or considered impossible. Perhaps this is another thing you might . . . reclaim, in a sense.” When Astarion just frowned, the elf added, “And it might help you feel more comfortable with your body in the future, if you want to try engaging in sex with Tyrus again.”

Sex with Tyrus. Truly, Astarion had gone too long without it. Just the words brought up a dozen delicious memories—the dual sensation of Tyrus kissing at his neck and kneading hands into his ass, the little whimpers that left Tyrus’s parted lips when Astarion gave him pleasure, the warm tightness of him encompassing Astarion’s cock, that last time—and Astarion had to look away, glad he couldn’t blush and that Halsin would have no way of knowing his cock had just twitched in his trousers.

Back when Cazador caught him, Astarion had just been trying to self-soothe and give himself one small good thing in the midst of hell. When he and Tyrus were intimate, it felt like a way of giving each other comfort or providing distraction from their terrible reality. Even a method of cleansing himself of what he did on other nights without Tyrus.

But now? He was simply desperate, just like Cazador used to goad him about. 

The smallest look, word, or action could have been used against him—pointed to as signs of interest, framed as evidence to why he’d asked for whatever torture happened next. Nine years ago, just failing to hide his benign interest in the drow had earned them one of Astarion’s worst punishments to date.

His desire, perceived or real, had always been used and weaponized against him. 

Maybe that was what made it still feel like a dirty, dangerous thing now.

Astarion distracted himself from all the painful realizations with an insult: “You really have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” he huffed, watching another of Halsin’s stones plunk into the water.

Halsin chuckled. “Ganyl’s given me pointers, but I wouldn’t mind a few more.”

Technically, Astarion had only tried out this pastime once on a slower night in Rivington—but his accuracy had yet to fail him in most things. “Step aside, darling,” Astarion smirked, lifting the rock and getting into position.

He threw it with unerring form. Astarion’s smirk broke into a true smile as they watched it skip along the surface of the calm waters, something close to four dozen times before the stone sank just a few meters off from the opposite shore.

Halsin made a low whistle, shaking his head. “I’ll keep practicing,” he said around a hearty laugh.

Astarion gave one more smirk before dusting his hands off his trousers, turning to go.

But the older elf was never one to leave him without some call to action, in the six times they’d met thus far. “Will you consider the idea?” Halsin asked behind him. When Astarion paused, glancing over his shoulder, he continued, “It doesn’t have to be a specific act, or with an end goal in mind, you see. Self-pleasure can mean a lot of things.”

Like what? Astarion wanted to ask. But he had a bit too much pride still, to admit to just how lacking his knowledge was in this area. “If I ever get a moment alone with all this ‘infiltrating the Gauntlet of Shar’ talk, perhaps,” he conceded with a huff.

A thrill of both fear and anticipation shot down his spine, however, as Astarion walked away. He knew if he tried to touch himself and keep his mind blank, his thoughts would end up crowded with a thousand terrible memories. But if he could manage to fill his mind with only what he wanted to do—be with Tyrus, at least in his imagination . . .

Then Astarion might look forward to a bit of alone time, soon.

[hollyoongs]

imagine pervy roommate switch!jungwon. always secretly stealing your panties, sliding them onto his cock, pretending to fuck into you. taking glances at your plump ass whenever you bend over to pick something up and always staring at your hard nipples, that are showing through your tight shirts. he has had a crush on you for so long and inside his room he gets off the thought of you under him, as often as he can. but what he doesn't know is that you're into him too. one day, he walks into your shared apartment after his classes and hears moans pouring from inside your room. with his name right at the tip of your tongue. hearing the beautiful sounds you emit, which are caused by your thoughts of him, gets him so aroused, hard, and giddy. his tip red and angry, already leaking just from your voice alone :( he starts to pump himself, watching you carefully through the slightly open door, biting on his bottom lip. terribly failing at suppressing his sighs and groans. you hear him and tell him to come in— "why don't you come fuck me instead of standing out there like a creep hmm?" you tease. he chuckles and immediately obliges. "i've been waiting to ruin you for so long doll" he speaks before walking towards you and connecting both of your lips together in a hot, passionate yet rough kiss.

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Messing you up, I throw it all away (taemin - guilty) Gift you once as a bait, then I take everything

ᨓ 。pervert yang jungwon x fem reader ꒰🎨꒱﹕fluff ﹕+3.0k contains: vouyerism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, clothing fetish, power play/dominance (dom jungwon), rough sex, slapping, orgasm control, recording, pet names (slut, doll, baby and princess) ┈─★

[十一] Living with Jungwon has always been a unique experience, ever since you both decided to share an apartment at the very beginning of college. Jungwon and you had one friend in common, Sunghoon, and Sunghoon, being your childhood friend since you were seven, was someone you knew well and trusted implicitly, just the way he trusted Jungwon.

Over the years, you and Sunghoon saw each other grow into the adults you both are now, and Jungwon, always next to him, did too. At the age of sixteen, you began to see Jungwon in another light. His features and body, in general, had changed, becoming more defined and mature. His polite and caring attitude was still very present, but there was something more.

There was a quiet confidence about him, a steadiness that drew you in. You found yourself noticing the little things: the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the sound of his laughter that always seemed to brighten your day, and the way he would always make sure you were okay, even during the busiest times. Living together brought these observations into sharper focus, making your feelings for him grow stronger with each passing day.

Despite his seemingly innocent demeanor, there was a certain intensity in his eyes whenever you were around that you catched after realizing your feelings for him. You'd catch him stealing glances at your body, his eyes lingering on your curves, your tight shirts, and your ass. Little did he know, you were just as affected by his presence, often daydreaming about him in ways that would make your cheeks flush.

You couldn't take his ayes off him. At pool parties, you had to rub your tights together when you saw him getting out of the pool, his wet hair clinging to his forehead and droplets of water trailing down his toned chest. You found yourself yearning for his touch, imagining what it would feel like to run your fingers through his damp locks or to trace the outline of his muscles with your fingertips.

So, when Sunghoon told you that you and Jungwon were about to be in the same college and you had space in your department for a roommate, he begged you to let him in. You still wanted to slap yourself after you said, "Yeah, sure. It would be fun!" You barely made it when the group went out. 

Everything was fine; Jungwon was a pretty good roomate, bringing you some food when he could, keeping everything clean; he was simply perfect in that sense. Until you came to the department from a party you went to with Sunghoon, Jungwon wasn't going because he wasn't feeling like going to one. 

You still remember that day vividly. You took your heels off and tiptoed to your room in case Jungwon was sleeping, being completely wrong after. Your room was opened, and Jungwon was sitting down in your bed, his sweatpants to the level of his ankles, his left palm pushing into the sheets of your bed for support while he pumped his cock with your pants, his moans and growls coming from him, and your name slipping from his tongue like a mantra.

You were shocked, to say the least, but that's when you realized that Jungwon had his own secret, one he indulged in when he was sure you weren't around. But to make sure, you went out a couple times to see more, and it was always the same.

He'd sneak into your room, stealing your pants and sliding them onto his cock, pretending to fuck into you. And similar to him, when he sneaked in a few girls every now and then, you stayed awake and heard him, touching yourself while imagining you underneath him, moaning his name as he took you over and over again.

It had been a month since that shocking discovery, and the dynamic between you and Jungwon had shifted. Every time you looked at him, those memories flooded your mind—the sight of him in your room, lost in his own world with your pants. It was both unsettling and strangely arousing.

You tried to maintain a sense of normalcy, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Jungwon seemed oblivious to your newfound knowledge, continuing to be the perfect roommate during the day while indulging in his secret fantasies at night. The tension between you grew palpable, thick with unspoken desires and secrets.

One evening, you found yourself alone in the apartment. Jungwon had yet to return from his evening class. You couldn't shake the images from your mind—the way he looked, the sounds he made. Your body responded despite your attempts to suppress it. You grabbed your phone and called the person with whom you talked the most.

"Hey, what's up?"

The male voice received you on the other line, and you smiled, happy to hear Sunghoon.

"Nothing; I just wanted to bother you for some minutes before I do my homework."

"That's bad, because I'll hang up right now."

"Why?"

"Because I'm eating out with Jungwon, Heeseung, and Sunoo."

The name of your roomate made you gulp.

"Really? I thought he was in class."

"Today is Wednesday, the day he told you he would swim in the pool."

You think once again, rubbing together, feeling your pants getting sticky.

You tried to push those feelings aside, focusing on the conversation with the person on the phone.

"So, what are you guys up to tonight?"

You asked, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil within.

"Just grabbing dinner. Jungwon wanted to celebrate finishing a big project,"

Came the reply, casual and oblivious to the storm of thoughts swirling in your mind.

"Ah, that's nice, have fun then."

You managed, your voice strained.

"Will do. Hey, are you okay? You sound a bit off."

You hesitated, unsure how much to reveal.

"Just a long day. I'll be fine. Thanks for chatting."

"No problem; see you at Heeseung's party this Saturday."

And then he hung up, but you couldn't care less; it felt so wrong to be thinking about Jungwon the way you did; the reactions of your body to it were out of this world. You left your phone on your desk and touched yourself, surprising yourself with how wet you were. Your cheeks got red. You were far from being a virgin; although it was time to at least give yourself some pleasure, maybe you could relieve some stress from college and stop thinking about the boy.

You took a deep breath, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through your body rather than the conflicting emotions in your mind. Your fingers traced lightly over your heated skin, slipping under the edge of your pants. The memory of Jungwon, his moans, and the illicit image of him using your pants fueled your arousal despite your attempts to resist.

As you touched yourself, your thoughts drifted to the times you had heard him with other girls, imagining it was you he was praising. The image of Jungwon, strong and intense, took hold of your imagination. You moaned softly, the sound muffled by the back of your hand pressed against your lips.

"Jungwon…" you gasped, follwing with some whimpers.

Your mind raced with guilt and desire, the thrill of the forbidden mingling with the need for release. You moved your hand more urgently, your hips lifting off the bed as your breath quickened. Each stroke brought you closer to the edge, the tension coiling tighter within you.

In your mind's eye, you pictured Jungwon's face contorted in pleasure, his fingers gripping the sheets just as they had gripped your pants. The fantasy blurred the lines between reality and imagination, heightening your arousal to a fever pitch.

"Fuck! Jungwon, don't stop." 

— : ☆

Jungwon returned to the apartment after his meal, exhaustion evident on his face despite having just hung out with his friends.

"Fuck! Jungwon, don't stop." 

He stood still, taking one of his airpods to see if it was you who called. His fatigue vanished the moment he heard the unmistakable sounds of moans coming from your room. He froze, his breath hitching as he recognized his name mixed in with your moans.

Jungwon's mind raced, and his body reacted instantly. 

He couldn't help himself; he moved towards your slightly open door, peeking in to see you lying on your bed, fingers working furiously between your legs, your back arched in pleasure. He didn't ever care how long he was staring at you, but he was sure it was minutes as he saw your face scrunching for pleasure as time passed.

"Yes, Jungwon!" His cock strained against his pants, already leaking from just the sound of you. His hand moved to his cock, pumping slowly as he watched you. He bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress his sighs and groans but failing miserably. The sight of you, so lost in pleasure, was almost too much for him to handle.

You were lost in the moment; you let go completely, succumbing to the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your body shuddered with release, washing over you easily.

— : ☆

Your eyes opened after calming yourself, locking onto his through the small gap in the door.

Maybe it was the pleasure making you talk, but a wicked smile played on your lips as you caught him in the act. "Why don't you come fuck me instead of standing out there like a creep, hmm?" you teased, your voice dripping with seduction.

Jungwon's eyes widened, and a chuckle escaped his lips. He didn't need to be told twice. He pushed the door open, stepping into your room with a confident swagger. "I've been waiting to ruin you for so long, doll," he growled, his voice low and husky.

He reached your bed in a few swift steps, his hands finding your hips as he pulled you roughly toward him. His lips crashed onto yours in a hot, passionate yet rough kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a desperate hunger.

You moaned into the kiss, your hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his abdomen. Jungwon's hands moved to your ass, squeezing it firmly as he ground his cock against your wet heat.

Breaking the kiss, he looked into your eyes, his gaze dark with desire. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmured, his voice trembling with need.

"I know, baby, why do you think I have to wash my pants almost every single day?" you teased breathlessly.

Jungwon's eyes darkened with lust, a smirk playing on his lips. "You've been driving me crazy, tempting me without even knowing it," he admitted huskily, his hands roaming up your sides.

Your breath hitched as his touch sent shivers down your spine. "And you've been sneaking into my room, imagining me like this?" You asked with a hint of mischief in your voice.

He nodded, his gaze intense. "You have no idea," he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of your pants and sending a jolt of electricity through you.

You gasped softly, your hands finding his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your touch. "Show me," you whispered, pulling him closer, craving more of his touch.

With a low growl, Jungwon leaned in, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. His hands moved with purpose, stripping away the barriers between you, leaving you both naked and exposed, bodies pressed together in a frenzy of need and desire.

"I've wanted to taste you for so long," he confessed between kisses, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You moaned softly, arching into his touch, your hands threading through his hair. "Then what are you waiting for?" You gasped, your voice thick with longing.

He didn't hesitate, his lips finding their way to your breasts and his tongue flicking over your hardened nipples. Pleasure surged through you, making you tremble beneath him, your fingers clutching at his shoulders.

"Jungwon," you moaned, your back arching as he continued his relentless assault on your senses, each touch pushing you closer to the edge.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're mine now," he growled possessively, his hands sliding down your body and igniting a fire within you that only he could quench.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but this time, it wasn't just anticipation—it was a thrill of something more primal, more urgent. You could sense the raw hunger in Jungwon's touch, a need that matched your own. There was no room for gentleness now; there was only a burning desire to possess and be possessed.

As his lips found yours again, the kiss was fierce and demanding. His hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head as he dominated your mouth, his tongue exploring every inch with a relentless hunger. You gasped into the kiss, your body arching against his as you felt his hardness pressing against your thigh.

"You've been teasing me for too long," Jungwon growled against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "Now I'm going to take what's mine."

With a swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up with a commanding force. You could feel his arousal against your skin, hot and insistent, as he positioned himself behind you. His hands traced down your spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, before gripping your hips firmly.

"You feel so good," Jungwon murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire. "I've dreamt about having you like a dumb slut below me, just like you are right now."

His words only fueled the fire burning inside you, igniting a passion that threatened to consume both of you. Your fingers traced the lines of his body, feeling the strength and heat that radiated from him. Each touch and each kiss brought you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Without hesitation, Jungwon entered you roughly, filling you completely with one deep thrust. The sensation was overwhelming—a mixture of pleasure and pain that ignited a primal need within you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned as he began to move, each thrust driving you closer to the edge, his grip on your hips unyielding.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and his growls of satisfaction. Jungwon's pace was relentless, his movements primal and possessive as he claimed you, each thrust pushing you both towards the brink of ecstasy.

"Fuck," he grunted, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate. "You feel so fucking good."

"Do I feel good, Jungwon?" You whimpered, seeking validation. A hard slap on your ass made you jump, grabbing the pillow below you.

Jungwon's answer was a possessive growl, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you with renewed intensity. The sting from his slap sent waves of sensation through your body, mingling pain with pleasure in a way that only heightened your arousal.

"You feel fucking incredible," he admitted hoarsely, his voice strained with desire. His thrusts became more erratic, driven by an urgent need to claim you completely. "You're mine, all mine," he growled possessively, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You whimpered in response, the mixture of sensations overwhelming your senses. His dominance fueled your own desires, pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust. Your body responded eagerly, arching into him as you met each of his movements with equal fervor.

The rhythm between you intensified, a symphony of moans and skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. Each moment was a crescendo of pleasure, building towards a climax that promised to consume you both.

As your moans mingled with his, you felt the tension coil tighter within you. Jungwon's grip on your hips became almost bruising, his pace relentless as he drove you towards the edge of bliss.

"Jungwon!" you gasped, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. "I'm… I'm so close…"

He groaned in response, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. "Cum for me," he demanded hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "I want to fill you, baby."

You could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, your body responding eagerly to his rough touch. Pleasure built like a storm inside you, the intensity of his desire mirrored in your own. Your hands grasped the sheets, your nails digging into the fabric, as you surrendered yourself completely to him.

Jungwon's thrusts became erratic, driven by his own need for release. His hand went to your neck, lifting your hold body as you hekd into his arms for support. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his hot breath mingling with your skin as he groaned in pleasure. Your back arched, and you cried out in pleasure as he filled you completely, sending you over the edge as his fingers went to your swollen clitoral area.

"Come on, princess, make a mess."

With a cry of his name, you shattered around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you as your body convulsed in ecstasy. Jungwon followed closely behind, his movements growing more frenzied as he found his own release, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully.

"Give me your phone, princess." You were too fucked up to actually give it to him, so he reached for it when you pointed it out. The flash made you close your eyes for a second, feeling how he left your body and growled low. "Princess, you should see how you're filled with my cum."

His dick went back and forth into you, making you cry from the overstimulation and feeling dizzy from the pleasure.

"Fuck, Jungwon," he entered his fingers inside yours, moving them at a rapid pace, your cries being louder as you felt another orgasm building with you.

"I won't stop until you squirt all over me." He moved even faster, and you turned around when his fingers left your cunt alone.

"You're fucking nasty." You spoke, your fingers going to your clitoral area while he still fucked your pussy with his fingers, and your eyes went to the back of your head, putting more pressure on your clitoral area as you started feeling the shakes of your second orgasm.

"But you like the idea that I can't even move my fingers because of how tight you are." You gave a few slaps to your clitoral area until you finally came undone, squirting all over him and your phone, which was recoding all the mess you did for him and only him. "There we go, princess."

He stopped recording, leaving your phone next to you and going straight for a kiss. You felt his dick cumming on your stomach when he was on top of you, dripplets of his cum all over your abdomen.

You collapsed together, breathing heavily, sweat-slicked bodies pressed close as you rode out the aftershocks of your passion. Jungwon's arms wrapped around you protectively, pulling you into his embrace as he pressed tender kisses to your shoulder.

No one said a word after, and both of you went to the bathroom for a third round. When he saw your body fully soaped and getting cleaned up, the two of you slept together as he promised to clean the sheets and the bed itself to get rid of everything.

As you lay there in each other's arms, you both knew that this needed to be talked about, but one thing you knew was that you wouldn't let that dick go away from you.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Jungwon stans, hold yourself, later comes another one, I want to kiss you saur bad anon 🦋