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heehoonies · 20 days ago

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dreaming 'bout you

description: after years of pressing down unspoken feelings, jay is feeling restless. he's insatiable, and for who? his best friend's sister.

word count: 5k

contents: panther hybrid!jay x kitty hybrid!reader, reader as heeseung's younger sister, porn with (little) plot, ONE DUBCON SCENE dni if uncomfy!!, not much hybrid content besides ear, tail, and purring mentions!

smut warnings beneath the cut

now playing: poison by nct dream

smut warnings: dom!jay, sub!reader, first heat sex, dubcon scene (reader is asleep), unprotected sex (don't do this), panty sniffing, panty stealing, masturbation (f and m), praise, degradation, big dick jay, multiple orgasms, bulge kink, cumming inside, pet names, slight cum eating.

the quiet creak of your bedroom door rings in jay's ears, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he slips inside. jay shuts the door behind him gently, his black tail cushioning the sound. his fluffy ears perk up at the sound of your quiet snoring, plush lips parted gently as muffled sounds slip out.

his eyes are trained on your still figure, tracing the curves of your plump thighs, eyes trailing over the dip of your hips, the bare skin exposed by your tiny shorts and equally tiny tank top. your breasts rise and fall gently with each inhale, nipples perking through the thin material barely covering you. jay's cock twitches at the sight, shaking his head lightly as he refocuses his mind on his dirty task at hand.

after all of these years, you still somehow haven’t caught on to jay’s lingering feelings. and after all these years, the ever so patient panther is finally growing impatient. jay, ever the gentleman, feels his restraint slowly dwindling, on the verge of snapping every time he sees you.

jay's rough hands tug your drawer open, the wood squeaking lightly as he pulls the knobs towards his body. the drawer before him reveals a wide collection of intimates, tiny thongs and lacy bikini cut bottoms adorning the container.

“what a naughty girl…” jay mutters to himself as his eyes feast on your plethora of panties, ears perking in tandem with his cock. he searches desperately for a specific pair that rushes a memory into his mind.

you press your hips flush to the island counter, reaching towards your brother for the bag of chips he's just yanked from your hold, before running away from you.

“heeseung, give it back!” your whines are music to jay's ears as your tiny shorts ride up your body, revealing your ass and giving jay a perfect view of your pale blue panties. the lace cups your plump cheeks perfectly, revealing your plush ass to him, the exposed skin sending heat through jay's body, his tail twitching lightly at the sight. his mouth goes dry as you push even further against the marble countertop, jay nearly catching a glimpse of your perfect little pussy.

you snatch the bag back successfully, returning to your feet and turning around triumphantly, completely oblivious to jay's lustful stare from moments before. you offer him a small smile as he meets your eye, a look in his irises that has you quirking an eyebrow in confusion.

“what?”

“nothing,” jay offers a grin in response, sauntering out of the room with a false sense of relaxation emanating off of him. he rushes to the bathroom once he's out of sight, ready to wrap a rough hand around his aching cock and imagine it's your own soft palm, purring quietly as he jerks himself with a tight grip at the thought of you.

“ah, here we are… jay's lips crack into a smile, hands grasping at the blue lace buried beneath your other, similarly skimpy pieces. he brings the cloth to his face, pressing his nose against the fabric, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of your pussy. the scent swims around him, sniffing deeply, trying to imprint the smell of you into his brain, press it into his skin permanently.

“hmm?” your groggy voice reaches his restless ears, perking up at the sound of your sleeping form stirring suddenly. he glances over at you, your eyes still fluttered shut as you shift around in bed. “hnng–” you groan, face falling into a frown as your body feels too hot.

jay quickly shoves your panties into his pocket, beginning to back out of your space.

“j-jay?”

jay stops dead in his tracks, tail shutting the drawer quietly. your hand reaches out wildly towards him, eyes opening ever so slightly, body and mind still layers deep in your nasty dream. “jay, please…” your voice sounds oh so pretty begging for him, and jay takes all his strength to push down the desire to ravage your sleeping body.

jay approaches your bed quietly, his hand reaching your head and finding his way between your ears. he scratches between them gently, body screaming from the proximity of the two of you. “shh…” jay soothes, petting the soft fur of your perked, fluffy ears, trying to lull you back to sleep. he smiles down at your figure, gaze raking over your tantalizing body.

jay's voice is soft and gentle as he rubs at your fur, “you're still asleep, y/n…” he lies easily, attempting to hide his lustful secret from you, keeping his voice steady and light to soothe you. “this is all a dream, doll.”

you whine at his words, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure at the feeling of him scratching your ears. “hmm… feels good…”

“yeah? feels good?” jay teases, continuing his ministrations, waiting until you're back asleep to leave with his spoils. his eyes watch you with ease, trailing the lines of your body, mapping out the features of your face like he’s done a million times. jay can never forget your delicate face even if he tried, your face haunts him whenever he closes his eyes, bringing a simultaneous heat to his body and fullness to his balls.

“mhmm, thank you…” you whisper, the lilt of your voice sending his mind spinning.

you're finally slipping back into your restless sleep, head subconsciously leaning towards his fingers. jay indulges you for a little longer, his free hand slipping down to the crotch of your shorts. the rough pad of his fingers meet cloth covering your heat.

your hips twitch forward as you sleep, eyes still gently sitting shut, fluttering the tiniest bit at the contact. jay hides a small grin as he presses harder this time, your body reacting once more, harsher this time, as you moan at the feeling permeating even your sleepy mind. you instinctively chase his hand with your hips and jay chuckles lowly at the action.

jay’s hand slides beneath your shorts, fingers dancing along the fabric of your panties. you whimper when his rugged fingertips run through your folds, hovering over your clit momentarily. jay pulls away when he notices your body squirming more than before. the last thing jay needs is to have you waking up and seeing him like this… he’s a gentleman in your eyes, or so he thinks, and seeing him like this would most likely break your world view.

jay finally retreats his slender digits from your soft fur, groaning silently as he approaches your door. in his hazy mind, jay swears he sees a wet patch sitting in your tiny little shorts as he slinks out of your space, a pocket full of baby blue lace that smells like you.

when jay returns home later after a night of gaming with heeseung, he wraps his rough hands around his cock, stroking himself with the blue lace of your panties, panting wildly at the thought of fucking into the fabric as you wear them. his length would slide deliciously over your wet core, your hips bucking up to chase his warmth, urging for a feel of his tip against your hole, squirming in discontent from his incessant teasing.

jay imagines the whine in your voice as you plead for him to properly fuck you, tail flicking wildly with annoyance and pure desire at his blatant disregard for your needs.

jay would punctuate your brattiness with a particularly slow glide, his tip pressing against your panties once more, ignoring your weeping pussy as more slick drips from it, coating his length in further warmth.

“take what i give you, pretty baby,” jay would command, his tone venomous to combat your urge to push his buttons, unable to exercise any patience. jay wonders if you’d become a whining, needy mess because you’re so horny…

or because you need him.

“need you!” the lilt of your voice coupled with your pretty, well manicured nails digging into his biceps, gripping the toned muscles of his arms to stabilize yourself.

in reality, jay tugs slower on his cock now, feeling himself tumbling closer to a mind blowing orgasm, courtesy of your panties and his vivid imagination. he wonders if your grip on his cock would be gentler, wonders if your small hands would be able to fit around him at all.

and the thought of your size paling in comparison to his own, coupled with the rough drag of the lace along his sensitive length, is what sends jay over the edge, cum spurting up onto his abdomen. most of it catches on the fabric in his grasp, painting white all over your once pristine panties. jay heaves a sigh, slowly jerking himself through his orgasm to the point of near overstimulation.

as jay cleans himself up, he wonders if you’d lick the cum off his body. a thought that he chases off quickly, urging himself not to get hard again at the mere thought of your tongue on his sweaty skin.

a loud whine sounds in the background, followed by a painful sounding screech of a familiar voice. heeseung sighs deeply into his mic as he gets one shotted again, “fucker!” he yells, pushing away from his desk in frustration.

“what’s that noise, dude?” sunghoon questions, weaving his way through the map with practiced ease, listening close for any noises from the opposing team.

“my sister, she’s… going through something right now.” heeseung sighs as he returns to his chair after taking a quick lap around the room to calm himself. “none of you are allowed to come over until she’s better.”

jay quirks an eyebrow as he listens intently for the background noises, heart clenching at the sound of you seemingly in pain, his mind racing as to why you would be screaming out in agony like that.

“sounds like more than ‘going through something’, but okay…” jake muses, sipping loudly on his drink of choice.

sunghoon chuckles deeply as he hits the final kill of the round, clutching the game for them, “careful dude, you’re gonna spill on your keyboard again if you keep drinking soda so close to your pc.” heeseung joins in on the laughter, the duo teasing jake for his mishap that occurred merely a week earlier.

“my mom just asked me to stop by her house, i’ll be back in a bit.” jay announces, quickly logging off before any of them can argue and try to convince him to stay, knowing this might be his only chance.

jay’s cock feels impossibly heavy in his jeans as he drives to heeseung’s house. he parks on a sidestreet, knowing heeseung will be out for blood if he sees jay’s car nearby. with a quick lock, jay pockets his car keys and beelines for heeseung’s house. he slips past the gate into the backyard before finding your window easily. jay slides his hands along the pane, groaning at the muffled sound of your pained whines hitting his ears even when he’s outside. jay’s fingers search around for a spot to grab onto, seconds feeling like hours as his arousal grows senselessly.

a small creak sounds as jay is finally able to slide the window open, thanking every lucky star above that you forgot to lock your window, wondering deep inside his mind if you were subconsciously begging for this. jay steps inside, pushing past the closed curtains, the hanging cloth brushing gently against his tail. jay shuts the window behind him, being sure to switch the lock this time.

he’ll be damned if anyone besides him tries to have their way with you.

you’re so fucked out that you don’t even notice the man sneaking in through your window, not caring who sees you. your clothes are stripped off haphazardly, laying where they may in your space when you ripped them all off in a frenzy. loud whines escape your lips as your fingers fuck inside your hole while thumbing at your clit, your free hand gripping the sheets tightly at the overwhelming feeling of pure need never leaves your body. you feel like you’re on fire as you sit here, begging for another release, to be free from your the all encompassing experience of your first heat.

a louder than expected groan escapes jay’s throat at the sight of you, all sweaty lying on your bed, sheets soaked from fluids and sweat, the pillow beneath you looking like a halo around your crown.

the noise makes you jump, fingers reaching further than before and thumb catching on your clit in a toe curling way, one that spreads shocks through your system. you clench your eyes shut and groan at the feeling of your orgasm washing over you, sparks exploding behind your eyelids, hand loosening on the sheets only for a moment. your tail lies gently atop the bed as your ears twitch wildly with every shockwave that rushes through your body. after eons of pleasure ripping through you, open your eyes slowly, squinting as you come down from who knows what number orgasm, one of your previously planted feet slipping and dropping your leg to the bed. a figure towers above you and you tilt your head back to look at their face.

“fuck–” jay’s breath hitches. you look gorgeous when you cum, and jay is determined to see you reach your high over and over.

your breath catches in your throat as jay’s sharp face comes into view, your own flushing at the sight of him, ears tweaking in simultaneous interest and continued need, a need that overwhelms all your senses and all remaining rationality left in your brain. in its wake exists a pulsing desire for the man before you, one that’s always stirred within you but you’ve ignore for years, too afraid of the repercussions.

and now said man is presenting himself on a silver platter in your deepest time of need.

a whine escapes at the sight of him as jay presses two fingers to the underside of your chin, pressing your mouth shut. you didn’t realize your jaw had dropped. embarrassment rushes through your senses before you blink at him with wide eyes.

“what? cat got your tongue?”

your mind is already fuzzy as you stare up at him, too overwhelmingly horny to cover yourself or hide from his gaze, the hunger pulling at your insides and pooling in your stomach. you’re simply too dumbstruck by the man in front of you to even form a coherent thought, so you just stare.

“d-don’t tease me…” you whine, eyes wide like saucers as you watch him.

“i won’t tease, baby, don’t worry…” jay grabs your wrist, pushing your fingers deeper into your dripping, messy, oh so sensitive pussy. “you need help, doll?”

jay smirks, chuckling deeply as your face twists in an alluring mix of pain and pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as both sides of the same coin battle for dominance. you nod wildly to answer his previous question, mind reeling as you’re desperate, begging to be touched by him, as your ears and tail’s movements further convey your desire to him.

“j-jay…”

jay kneels on the bed with a wide stance, trapping your lower body between his knees. his arousal is palpable, taking every ounce of self control in his body not to jump your fucking bones right now, knowing that no matter how much you’ve stretched yourself out, he was still going to hurt you. “shhh, pretty, let me help you.”

jay continues guiding your own hand in and out of your sopping pussy, hungry eyes devouring your body with ease. jay takes in every curve and dip, pretty nipples atop perky breasts, to gorgeous hips that lead to your greedy cunt that’s taking every inch of your own fingers with ease. you claw at the sheets, everything feeling like too much yet not ever enough to quench the undeniable thirst that’s rushing through you, flooding your system and sending your head into the clouds. jay’s free hand slides up, pressing over your stomach before palming your entire tit in his hand, gripping tightly, sucking in a sharp breath at the sound that squeaks out of your mouth followed by a louder yell.

jay’s view returns to the sight of your slick coated fingers, watching with his cock strain further against his jeans as they slip so easily in and out of your hole, sliding past your plush folds with each yank. it’s not enough, even with jay guiding your hand, and you grab his wrist with your free hand, frustration washing over you. the aroma of honey and raspberries drips from you, alluring and warm as it presses against his brain, curving through his subconscious as it quickly becomes his favorite smell in the world.

“jay, please…” you beg, voice whiny, the tone making jay grow even harder, balls feeling heavier as he watches you. “please, need you…”

jay smiles, pulling your fingers out fully before taking both wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head. he leans over you, mouth ghosting over yours, tantalizing in his actions, lust dripping from every pore of his body, before bringing your hands above you. you watch as he takes the fingers that were just inside your heat and captures them in his mouth. a moan rips through you as you watch him, tearing up from the frustration of not being touched right now. your body is burning, every touch from jay setting you further ablaze, uncomfortable and inescapable warmth crowding you from all sides. your hips buck wildly, chasing his length, aching for some relief for your needy hole.

“fuck–” jay groans lowly when he slowly slips your fingers out of his mouth, watching as a string of saliva drips between them. “you sound prettier than i imagined…” your pussy clenches around nothing as jay speaks, more slick gushing out and staining the sheets beneath you.

“god, you’re so fucking sexy–” jay groans as his free hand begins unbuckling his belt, tossing it aside easily before ridding himself of his bottoms. you watch, mouth watering at the sight of his cock sitting against his abdomen, standing proudly against his toned stomach. the girth of him makes you whimper before jay’s hand comes up and presses against the side of your mouth. jay gathers the spit that’s drooling down your chin on his digits and forces them into your mouth, “you’re already drooling like a cock drunk little kitty and i haven’t even put it in yet– what a nasty little girl you are…” he degrades, “gonna let me fuck you, baby? need me that bad?”

you nod wildly, fingers still diligently suckling on his fingers as he shifts his hips.

“ah!–” you whine loudly, walls fluttering as jay presses his tip against your aching hole.

jay’s head is spinning as he feels the warmth of you on his mushroom tip, any restraint he had left leaving his body in an instant as he bullies his cock inside your pussy, pressing balls deep with one thrust. jay’s eyes roll into the back of his head at the feeling of you surrounding him completely, so wet and warm and tight, impossibly tight, tighter than any fist or pocket pussy that he’s fucked to the thought of you, tighter than he ever imagined was even possible.

“fuck, baby,” jay growls, panting and breathless as he sets a back breaking pace, “even with your pretty little fingers stretching your tiny pussy open, you’re still tight as fuck around me–” he throws his head back as the fluttering of your cunt greets him with each slide.

his hand slips from your mouth, cupping your cheek for a moment as he whispers, “so fucking pretty… all of you is so pretty for me.”

“jay jay jay–” his name slips from your lips over and over like a prayer, his cock erasing every other thought in your brain with each thrust. “‘s too big!” you whine, trying to free your hands from his grip to claw at his meaty, delicious biceps. everything about him is inviting –no, intoxicating– as he fucks you senseless, thoughts being brushed away easily and replaced with only him. his cock, his hands, the deep timbre of his voice, the way he degrades you– everything about jay is overwhelming you, and the realization of it all sends you easily tumbling over the edge, eyes fluttering as you clench around him impossibly tight, cum rushing out around jay’s thick length.

“you look so pretty, cumming from just my cock like that…” he’s breathless again as his cock twitches inside you, groaning lowly at the feeling of your cum coating his length as he buries himself to the hilt over and over, tip nearly brushing your cervix with each thrust, “how many times ‘til my baby is satisfied?”

you shake your head, overstimulation pressing into your skin as he fucks you through your orgasm. your body warms up further, whines escaping your lips as you already feel your stomach twisting in knots again, the overwhelming arousal and need never slipping from the forefront of your mind.

jay’s hand slides from your cheek down to your clit, the initial contact making you cry out with a pained whine, your tail jerking up instantly before jay’s long, black tail is entwining with your own, a smirk crawling over his lips, “every part of you wants me, isn’t that right?”

you nod wildly, the softness of his fur pressed against your own making you feel fuzzier than before, every part of jay feeling so impossibly close, yet you need him closer, need him to overwhelm you even further, to press himself so deep into your skin that it’ll make this insatiable, world shattering hunger dissipate from your mind, leaving only thoughts of him in its wake.

“waited so long for you, angel–” jay rambles between each thrust of his delicious length. jay towers over you as his movements continue, leaning down to capture your puffy red lips, his mouth gliding over your own in a messy, passionate display. his pretty lips slide against your own deliciously, and a particularly sharp press against your clit has your jaw going slack against his.

you’ve never cum back to back like this, never in your life experienced something so primal before this moment.

your head is spinning, tail squeezing his impossibly tight as your walls clench around him for the second time. jay grunts lowly as he feels your squeezing him tight, the warmth of your walls sending his mind reeling as he stills, one hand gripping your hip with a bruising hold, pressing your flushed, warm skin against his own, wanting your heat to permeate and fill his body with a similar overwhelming, dizzying warmth.

jay watches in awe as your ears press against your head this time, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you press around him so tightly, nearly forcing his cock out of your weeping hole from the force of your orgasm. the wetness rushing around him is enough to have jay biting your lower lip. the pain is indecipherable through your mind numbing high, heat still running through your system as he thrusts into you once more, each yank of his cock pulling nearly all the way out before slamming deep, pushing his body flush to yours, nearly touching your cervix with each concentrated movement.

“keep squeezing me like that, baby, fuck–” jay groans, unable to control himself as he slides his slick lips against yours, capturing your attention once more after the shockwaves of your orgasm have subsided. “jay–” you groan against his mouth.

he pulls away just enough to look into your eyes, hunger swimming in his gaze as he watches you, “what is it, angel?”

“it’s so hot…” you whine, squirming in his hold, “too hot!”

jay nods sympathetically, cupping your face gently, “i know baby, jay will make it feel better, okay?” he offers you a smile when you nod, “there you go, angel. now how about you give me one more?”

jay doesn’t wait for your answer this time, instead resuming his pointed thrusts into your welcoming hole and practiced shapes on your sensitive clit. your ears smush against your head as his presence continues to overwhelm you, sending you further into a headspace where you feel so small, in the most delicious way.

“jay," you whimper, “need you!”

“need me what, baby?” jay’s voice is deeper than before, delicious and enticing as he questions you.

the feeling of his cock bullying itself further into your heat with each thrust has your brain feeling numb, “i-inside…”

“i’m already inside you, angel, feel me up here?” jay presses on the delicate skin of your stomach, groaning aloud when he feels the tip of his cock protruding through your skin. “fuck–”

you nod wildly, hands finally free to grab onto his biceps as you squeeze them harshly, trying to keep a semblance of a grip on reality.

“baby doesn’t even know what she’s asking for…” jay tsks, shaking his head lightly as he grunts lowly with each thrust, “needy little girl.”

his words send a whimper tumbling from your mouth before you feel yourself once again teetering on the edge of a delicious precipice, one that separates you from a shockwave of pleasure.

“c-cum inside me, please!” you beg, whimpering as jay groans aloud at your admission, thrusts stilling as he presses flush against your pelvis, painting your insides white. he never ceases his movements on your clit, and the feeling of fullness coupled with the incessant pressing of shapes on your sensitive bud have you falling for a third time, the speed of it all would’ve astounded you if you were anywhere near in your right mind.

“fuck!” jay yells as you squeeze him impossibly tight, cum rushing around him and filling your hole, a ring of white sitting around the base of his cock.

you feel like you’re in another world, butterflies thrumming around beneath your skin and fireworks exploding in your belly. your head is full of cotton balls and all you can feel is pure pleasure as you pant, trying to catch your breath. not a single coherent thought is in your brain as a distant warmth presses against your cheek.

jay watches you closely, concern growing a bit at the sight of you looking completely brainless, not a single thought behind your eyes as you stare up at his sweaty face. he thinks you look beautiful like this, the prettiest woman he’s ever laid his eyes on, all flushed and fucked out beneath him, eyes wide in wonder as you slowly come down from your final high. each touch from him feels like he’s imprinting himself into your skin, trying to press his existence into the curves of your brain.

jay stays still as he waits for you to come down from whatever world you’re in right now, petting your ears gently to coax you back to him. the fur feels soft beneath his rough hands, smiling lightly as the realization finally washes over him.

“mmm–” you groan, eyes filling with a small sign of life and consciousness once more, “jay…”

“i’m right here, pretty,” jay smiles.

your insatiable hunger dissipates, slowly slipping out of your form as you’re released from the chokehold of the heat you’ve been battling. your body still feels warm as his presence surrounds you.

the embarrassment of it all finally begins to wash over you, and you throw an arm over your face to hide from him. jay giggles at your antics, prying your arm off slowly before pressing a gentle kiss to your pouty lips. “i just watched you cum three times, and now you’re gonna be embarrassed?”

you shake your head, burying your face in his chest. “no… not embarrassed…”

“your actions say otherwise, pretty girl,” jay teases, gently petting your ears and pressing a kiss to your messy hair.

your body hums with a sense of security, the safety of him wrapping you in a blanket of warmth. the feeling of being so vulnerable, the overwhelming fear growing in your stomach, is eased by the fact that jay has grown up with you all these years. his kind smile has always brought a sense of peace to your body, and that trend continues through the present moment. as you lean back and meet his eye, his loving gaze trained on the spot where he's scratching your ears gently, your heart soars.

“just… tired.” you offer him a small smile, your unease slipping away as he holds your exhausted body.

“i’m not surprised,” jay chuckles.

jay slides his hands down from your head to cradle your hips, pulling your body closer to his, his warmth surrounding the two of you. his touch is tender and light as he holds you close, gently grasping at your delicate skin like you might crack if he presses in too deep. “will you…” you begin, eyes darting around his face, unable to meet his eye, “stay?”

jay’s pretty lips crack into a dazzling smile, chuckling lightly at your embarrassed state at asking such a simple question, one he thought would be obvious. though he’s sure your post heat daze is making you question everything right now.

“i’ll stay for as long as you need me to.”

you smile softly at his answer, low purrs emanating from your still form, “even if it’s longer than just today?”

"you asking me to take you on a date, pretty girl?”

you hide your face in his chest, blush flushing your cheeks and spreading heat through your body once more, one that could rival the temperature that filled your senses merely moments before.

“what if i was?”

jay scratches at your ears with one hand once more, pressing a kiss to your messy, post sex hair. “then i’d take you on the best first date imaginable.”

“and after?”

“and after i’d fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.”

“jay!”

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eoieopda · 1 year ago

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all my dreamin' | hjs

all my dreamin' is only put to shame / and darlin', all my dreamin' has only been given a name / but it came easy, darlin' / as natural as another leg around you in the bed frame.

pairing: joshua hong x reader summary: your LA boyfriend wasn't built for midwest winters. ⇢ insp. by hozier's "to someone from a warm climate (uiscefhuarithe)" type: one-shot | fluff 'n smut wc: only 2.5k! au: established relationship rating: 18+ (minors do not have my consent to interact) cw: afab! and american!reader; cuddling (👀) for warmth; gropin’ and grindin’; k*ss*ng; slow, unprotected morning sex; p in v penetration. a/n: i love two (2) men — andrew hozier byrne and hong jisoo. idk what else you want me to say, lol. barely proofread (sorry!) 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

Slatted shades don’t stand much of a chance against the blinding white outside your window. It seeps through the cracks, sunshine refracting harshly off of knee-deep snow and stinging eyes that haven’t yet consented to opening fully.

Even though that laser-focused beam of light hits you between your eyebrows, it’s not the reason you’re awake in the first place. The real reason is next to you with his head ducked under the covers, rubbing his flannel-coated legs together like he’s trying to start a fire.

“Cricket?” You mumble.

Still heavy with sleep you didn’t get enough of, your head lolls to the side. If your boyfriend was still topside, you’d be nose to nose; but he’s not, and he doesn’t seem to hear you from inside the cocoon he’s made for himself.

A little louder, your gravelly voice makes a second attempt. “Are you alive under there?”

“No,” comes the world’s most pitiful whimper from somewhere near your rib cage.

You don’t know what you expected.

With a muffled grunt of effort, you pull the edge of the covers away from your chin and wiggle your way down. In the half-light, you can’t make out Joshua’s face in its entirety. His sweatshirt strings are pulled tight and knotted, hiding most of his features from the air his breath has already started to make hot. All that’s left is the tip of his nose, one eye, and a single, loose wave between the two.

There’s also a hint of a frown in there somewhere when he peeps, “I’m cold.”

You shift even further until he’s within swaddling distance. Wrapping one leg over his topmost thigh, you pull him closer and allow him to nestle his face into the spot below your chin. From where he’s hiding, he can’t see you smirking. It’s for the best, really.

“Hi, Cold.”

“Don’t.”

You don’t listen. Instead, you snicker, more to yourself than him, “I’m Dad.”

Joshua lets out a long groan in reply, but that’s no surprise; you’re huddled so closely together that you felt it building in his chest.

When it grows quiet again, and you’re no longer laughing at your own joke, the two of you each deflate against each other. Yesterday’s journey from LAX was exhausting in and of itself, and the several-hour leap in time hasn’t made things any easier since you landed. Neither has the weather surrounding your family’s cabin, although you’re faring much better than Joshua is.

His groggy voice comes out of nowhere, startling you. “I don’t know why people live here on purpose.”

From the sound of it, he’s already halfway back to sleep. His arm slips over your waist and pulls you closer, and you get the sneaking suspicion that he’d slip into the front of your sweatshirt if he thought for sure that he could fit. Frankly, you’re shocked he hasn’t tried. His clinginess increases exponentially when he’s exhausted.

“The midwest isn’t a choice; it’s a consequence,” you sigh. “I think being born here was a penance for crimes I committed in a past life.”

Without opening his eyes, Joshua mumbles, “Bleak.”

“Bleak indeed, cricket.”

The third time really must be the charm. Joshua snorts, much too tired to laugh any harder than that, and asks, “Does that mean what I think it means?”

Biting back a smile, you tilt your head backwards enough to kiss his forehead — what little you can see of it, anyway.

“That your self-warming violin legs kept me up all night?” Your amusement only grows when you peek down at him and find him glaring up at you. “Yes. Yes, it does.”

Lower lip poking out, he scrunches his eyebrows. As offended as he pretends to be, he can’t hide that ever-present twinkle in his eyes. “You could have saved me, you know,” he sniffs.

You mimic his tone with a smirk. “I turned the thermostat up as high as it goes, you know.”

The most you get out of him is a grunt acknowledging that he heard you. Normally, you’d accept this lack of retort as a demurrer, but then you feel his cold fingertips slink below the waistband of your sleep shorts, chilling the bare skin at your hip bone; and it finally hits you.

The thermostat wasn’t the remedy Joshua had been praying for.

As you untie the strings of his sweatshirt hood, you tell yourself that it’s retaliation that motivates your movements — paying him back for his freezing hands by exposing his face to equally cold air. That’s bullshit, though, and you know it. The truth is that you can’t card your fingers through hair that’s covered in thick, grey fabric.

You can’t steal kisses from hidden lips, either.

When Joshua’s mouth is finally on yours, you giggle without meaning to because he still tastes like last night’s spearmint toothpaste. You’d love to tease him for it, but your mind goes blank before you can try. He licks into your mouth, and your snark turns into a breathy little moan instead; he swallows it eagerly, smiling against your lips.

Pinch me. I’m dreaming.

The sudden snap of your elastic waistband against the small of your back makes you jolt. You pull back, lips swollen and kiss-bitten, and balk. He doesn’t give you the opportunity to scold him, however.

“You’re insane for wearing shorts when it’s this cold,” Joshua insists. When you don’t bother to justify your decision — you’re not as much of a freeze baby as he is — he nips at your bottom lip. “I’m grateful, though. They’re easier to work around.”

You’re grateful that his hands have gotten warmer, the longer they cling to you, but you don’t say as much out loud — your body responds for you. His fingers knead into the flesh of your ass, and you roll your hips forward, chasing friction. You find it easily; it’s growing thicker by the second.

“Shit, sweetheart.” He’s still so tired that his words come out slurred — adorable — yet rough around the edges, which drives you the slightest bit wild. “Please do that again.”

“You just want me to do all the work.” You nudge the tip of his nose with yours. The sharp contrast in temperature isn’t lost on you; in fact, you adore it. His sensitivity to cold is one of a million endearing things about him. “Isn’t that right, cricket?”

The half-expectant, half-sheepish look Joshua sends you confirms that yes, he does. But he asked nicely, and this isn’t on the shortlist of things you wouldn’t do for him, so you grant his wish without complaint.

It’s more than a little bit pathetic that such a lazy motion — a fully-clothed one, at that — makes you both moan in tandem. It’s haphazard, the way your fumbling fingers reach for the knot of his waistband. Your motor skills are still asleep, it seems, making an easy task infinitely more difficult. It only gets worse, the more frustrated you get.

You snag a fingernail on the stubborn flannel and hiss, “Jesus.”

“It’s pronounced Jisoo,” he supplies unhelpfully.

To avoid the consequences of that quip, Joshua ducks his head down to leave a smattering of lazy kisses along the length of your neck. Whatever you might’ve clapped back with is replaced with a relieved sigh when the drawstrings’ vice grip on one another finally gives.

Tugging unsuccessfully at the waistband in your hands, you pout. “Help.”

With the way he whines, you’d think you asked him to move a mountain.

Melodramatically, Joshua’s head drops sideways. It lands with a muffled thump against the scrunched-up comforter that still surrounds you. He doesn’t move another muscle until you open your mouth to nag him; still frowning, still uncoordinated, his hands take the place of yours. His hips lift just enough for him to shimmy his pajama pants down — just enough to provide access.

You roll your eyes at his refusal to undress any further, but before he can remind you of how cold he is, you catch him by the mouth. Successfully placated, Joshua accepts your lips on his with an appreciative hum. That sound transforms into something bordering a groan when your hand claims his length and starts stroking him slowly.

Just like that, Joshua melts under your touch, like putty molding to your frame. His leaking cock is the exception; the only part of him that seems awake enough to beg for you. He’s throbbing in your hand and — once again — you can’t help but laugh.

Joshua’s incredulous eyes widen, silently demanding an explanation.

“Some of you is warm,” you offer with a cheeky grin. To ease that wrinkle between his brows, you envelope the crown of his cock with your palm and roll your wrist. The gentle squeeze prompts him to grind forward into your fist, making your stomach flip. “Must be thawing out a little bit.”

“Not fair,” he says, even though he’s moaning with screwed-shut eyes. “Can’t tease me until I’m adequately caffeinated. The Keurig is a million miles away.”

It’s one room over.

The cabin you’ve borrowed from your parents is a mere six-hundred square feet.

You digress.

The prospect of coffee makes it even harder to fight off the urge to yawn, but you manage to do so. You manage to shimmy even closer to him, too, until the only barrier left is a thin layer of damp cotton. It’s his hand that drops down now to push it aside, making you shiver; and it’s him looking at you through half-lidded eyes that stokes the fire simmering in your belly.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Joshua whispers.

If his words weren’t invitation enough, the come hither motion of his fingers is. The brush of his fingertips against your clit is so enticing that you decide right then and there to follow wherever he leads.

You’re the one melting when the tip of his cock replaces his fingers, flicking over that same spot, then gliding through your slicked folds. Each pass pulls another needy sigh right out of you. He takes every little sound he can tease out of you, as if he’s collecting them.

When the target switches to your entrance, however, you go silent. Your fingers grip the sleeve of his sweatshirt, your forehead drops to lean against his, and your gasp dies on your tongue. It comes out of Joshua’s mouth instead, spearmint breath cooling as it fans across your face.

He might never say so out loud, but this is his favorite way to fuck you — holding you close against him, holding eye contact, holding his eagerness back to slide into you slowly. When he watches your breath catch, his pupils dilate; and he licks his lips, as if he tastes the moans you can’t quite vocalize.

For what it’s worth, you love him like this, too. Him and the drag of his cock; the way it makes pleasure course through you like molasses. The way he capitalizes on the angle of your leg draped over his hip, tilting up to graze your g-spot with a dizzying precision.

As hard as you try, you can’t think of anything better than this. There’s nothing as perfect as his hand’s light hold on your ass cheek, guiding you up and down his length; so fucking deep, but in no rush at all.

Mornings were made to be spent tangled up with him.

“Do you hear that?” Joshua murmurs against your lips. You thread your fingers through his hair and nod, whimpering as you cling to him even tighter.

How could you not?

Your arousal floods with every languid thrust, and you know without looking that he’s completely coated in you. And if his satisfied smirk tells you anything, it’s that he can feel you dripping from his shaft down to his balls. You have no reason to doubt it; your inner thighs are a mess.

Joshua takes his hand off your ass just to hitch your leg even higher up on his side. Immediately, you see stars. You can’t even articulate how fucking incredible it feels, having him this deep, so you kiss him with more desperation than you ever have; and you hope he can guess how close you are to unraveling.

It’s impossible to say whether he can read your mind or just your body, but Joshua picks up the pace ever so slightly. As he does, there’s a subtle swirl to his hips when he thrusts into you that has every one of your synapses lighting up like a switchboard.

“Fuck,” is your eloquent, shuddered response.

It’s the best you can offer when you're falling apart like this, clenching tightly around him to push you both closer to the edge. No better off, Joshua seems like he’s barely surviving the way your cunt grips him. His voice sounds as shaky as you feel:

“I l-love it when you do that.”

To prove it, he flicks his tongue along your bottom lip and begs you to open up for him. You comply automatically, earning a pleased hum from him that tingles down your spine.

You’d kiss him like this all day if you could, but the wildfire burning through the pit of your abdomen is becoming impossible to fight. Ironic, you think, given how completely you’ve soaked through your sleep shorts and how much you’re shivering.

Involuntarily, your head tilts backwards as the pleasure blooms. Joshua traps your bottom lip between his teeth — not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough to keep you from disappearing. You know him; you know how much he loves to watch your pupils blow when you cum all over him, and that dead-set determination is crystal clear in the way he fights to keep his heavy-lidded eyes open.

He loses that battle mere seconds after your choked gasp, when your walls flutter around him and you start trembling. He’s twitching inside of you, release spilling, and now he’s the one who starts to laugh.

“What?” You’re still floating somewhere in the stratosphere, but you manage to snort, landing a playful swat on his bare hip. He doesn’t react at all, but you massage your palm into his flesh to soothe him anyway. “What’s so funny?”

In a sudden burst of energy, Joshua’s hands fly up to grab the comforter resting over your heads. With a grunt, he flings it off of you both, thrusting your unsuspecting body into cold air. He doesn’t even notice your startled yelp.

“So hot in there,” he pants. For emphasis, he runs the back of his hand over his forehead. He wasn’t lying; there’s a faint sheen of sweat on his knuckles when he pulls them away again. “Jesus. It’s like a fucking sauna.”

You reach out to unstick a strand of hair from his slicked skin, then you let your arm flop limply back against the pillows. Grinning, you tease, “I thought it was pronounced Jisoo.”

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