❛❛i live in a house full of stupid men and their dirty underwear except there is an angel in their midst and he cleans up after himself and does everyone’s laundry and we share the same neighbor who likes to have wild sex every night and the hot boy hates confrontation but i guess not when his dick is in my vagina❜❜ AU
COUNT → 7.143
GENRE → smut
PAIRING → jinyoung | reader
WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | graphic dirty talk | spanking
note →this is for my friend @loljinyoungie because it’s her birthday today!!!! birthday smut!!!! so if ur reading this. please feel free to send her a birthday message :-D i hope u like this smut though!!!!! i told you i would finish it!!!!!!!!! a little later than i planned but oH WELL HAVE AT ALL YOUR KINKS I HOPE I DID THEM JUSTICE. AND IF I SPELLED HIS NAME“JIMYOUNG” ANYWHERE IM GONNA BE SO MAD IDK WHY THAT IS EVEN A THING THAT HAPPENS
You really hated the fact that youwere such a light sleeper.
One of your favorite sounds in theworld was nothing. That’s not to say you didn’t have a favorite sound, but thatyour favorite sound was literally nothing.Nothing was the sound of a cool breeze blowing against your house’s exterior. Ormaybe it was even the sound of rain dripping from your roof outside your window—sounds like those.
Nothing was white noise, but it alsosounded cooler to say nothing rather than that.
However, the sound of bodies thuddinginto the wall next to you? That was definitelynot white noise.
Your walls were thin. And it just sohappened that the wall your bed was propped against was the same wall that yourviagra housemate liked to frequent with his dick rammed in something—usually some girl’spoor vagina. And it was never her whowas loud, always him. He moaned and cursed and grunted very violently thatsometimes you worried for her safety—or all of their safety if it was more thanone girl. Still, this happened every single night.
It was like he hadto have his dick in something every day that you kind of worried about him, too.
And it was never atthe same time either. Sometimes, he liked to start the day off with his dicksucked. You know, that’s reasonablebecause once you were asleep, you were fucking asleep and not even his lowgrunts could wake your slumber. It was like you were a vampire or something,except you did enjoy garlic bread from time to time.
Why don’t you just move your bed?
A good question.
Though, why the fuck should you have to take the time out of your day to movearound your prehistoric mattress and bedframe just so that you could fucking goto sleep? You were stubborn—you could admit that. He should have the good human fuckingdecency to not fucking wake up the entire house with his weird sex noises.
Or maybe you hadn’tgotten laid for a long time and this was something that made you bitter.
Maybe you were bitter. He was getting laid everyfucking night and there you were watching Veggie Tales while eating a saladbecause… cannibalism. That could be it but you also weren’t the only personin your house who hated him. In fact, your otherhousemate on the opposite side of his room was actually just as peeved asyou.
Jinyoung was hisname.
Except Jinyoung didn’t like tocomplain.
When you met him—and everyone elseliving in the house—he was the one who kept to himself. He made politeconversation and listened when you complained that hail was an abomination toweather, but he never really volunteered any complaints of his own. Maybe hedidn’t like you and thought you were a freak for hating hail when you could bespending your time doing something productive, but then he asked to use your toasteroven the day after because his broke. And that’s what got you talking—not everyday, though. Jinyoung wasn’t home often—he worked in some office downtown. Infact, Jinyoung was hardly ever home at a reasonable time either.
But he always cameback just when the guy sandwiched between your rooms started getting jiggy withit.
That was a referencethat he was fucking someone without having to say that.
Sitting straight upin bed, your feet eased into your slippers beside your bedside table, stormingout your bedroom door and into the main upstairs hallway so you could make him shut up already. This wasn’t the firsttime you’d done this and it sure as fuck wouldn’t be the last; he just nevergot the message. You would say, “Kindly shut up, you insignificantpest,” and he would say, “Sure thing, Cantaloupe. Sorry about all thenoise. I’ll be quiet.”
Cantaloupe wasn’teven your fucking name—or a name atall—so you had no idea where he got that from.
It was like hisfucking ears were made out of cantaloupes.
You squinted as youclosed your door and listened with a twitching eyebrow as you could hear hisheadboard slamming against the wall. You’d just been innocently laying in yourbed for the past few hours reading when suddenlythere were sex noises and you wanted to fling yourself out your open bedroomwindow.
Just as you went to knock violentlyon his door, you heard the front door opening and footsteps up the stairs.
“Oh,” Jinyoung said as soonas he saw you, loosening his suit’s tie. “Hey.”
Your cheeks heated as you glanceddown at what you were wearing—a skimpy white tank top and a pair of pajama bottoms withillustrations of morbidly obese cats decorating the fabric. You crossed yourarms over your chest in an ‘x’ formation as you turned around, smiling at himawkwardly. He gave your body a once over, then snorted.
“What keeps youup at this late hour, Cantaloupe?”
You rolled youreyes. Park Jinyoung thought he was funny.
“Ha-ha,”you replied, monotonously. “You’re hilarious.”
Remembering why youwere in the hallway being teased by Jinyoung, you looked back at the door andlistened for a moment for any more noises coming from within his room. Whenthere was a crash inside, there was suddenly an incomprehensible shout abouthow his dead grandma bought him that vase and then something else.
If it wasincomprehensible, how did you know that?
You were able tomake out a few words—that’s how.
“Ah. He’smaking his noises again tonight, huh?”
“Yes, so ifyou’ll excuse me—”
You went to knock onhis door when Jinyoung suddenly reached out, grasping your wrist so it hungmid-air. You glanced over your shoulder at him then, furrowing your eyebrowsjust as he slowly let go.
Jinyoung had thisthing where he hated confrontation, you remembered.
“Jinyoung,”you huffed out. “If I don’t say something, he’ll just—”
“I know butsurely he’s almost done by now.”
“Well, I needto say something.”
Jinyoung sighed.“He hasn’t listened to anything you’ve said to him before. What makes nowany different?”
“So you want meto just walk to my room like a sissy when I could easily just knock on hisdoor?”
“I just thinkthere are better ways you can go about this. It’ll just cause adisruption.”
Your eyes bulged atthat, jaw dropping. “And his weird sex noises won’t?!”
Jinyoung paused,glancing at the door and you both listened again.
“See,” hesaid. “He’s done now. It’s fine. Just go to sleep.”
You tongued yourcheek. “You have to live with him too, you know?”
“I know,”he replied, solemnly. “Now… go to sleep, Cantaloupe.”
And then you twoparted ways to your separate rooms.
It was a week afterthat. Since it was summer, you basically just lounged around the house doingnothing but eating your weight in potato chips. You did have a part-time jobbut just not during the weekends, which coincidentally was when Jinyoung actuallycame home for an entire hour for hislunch break.
You didn’t know whyhe didn’t just eat out in the city but you weren’t about to question it.
He always cleaned upafter himself, picking up other people’s messes. You hated that part of himbecause people should clean up their own messes. That’s why the planet wasdoomed—because no one wants to clean up after themselves or leave it how theyfound it. Although he kept to himself, he was the glue that held you alltogether.
Walking into thekitchen, you saw him with his sleeves rolled up and holding a sponge, doing thedishes. Opening the wooden cabinets, you pulled out a box of mac and cheese,then looked for your pot to start boiling the water.
“Hey,Jinyoung,” you began. “Have you seen my pot? I usually put it up here.”
Your eyes fell ontothe pot sitting at the oven at the same time—the dirty pot.
“You’re fuckingkidding me,” you grumbled, stomping over to it.
Someone had decidedto use your pot and then not clean upafter themselves. And who the fuck heats up spaghettios in a fucking pan anyway?Why not just put it in a bowl and into the microwave? That’s easier.
“The sameperson who left their dirty dishes in the sink,” Jinyoung said after amoment.
For the first time,you looked closer at whose dishesJinyoung was scrubbing at.
“Jinyoung,don’t you have to eat still? Aren’t you on your lunch break?”
“Yes, but Ican’t make anything with a dirty sink,” he answered.
You sighed. “Ican’t stand him. Here… I’ll help you.”
Gently, you nudgedhis hip with yours, jostling him out of the way. He chuckled to himself, shakinghis head, then grabbed one of the towels hanging on a nearby hook to wipe hishands as he observed you cleaning the dishes.
“God… I justcan’t believe him. He really doesn’tcare about anyone but himself.”
“I’m sure hejust… forgot…” Jinyoung mumbled, placing his hands on the edge of thesink.
“No. He did iton purpose, same with using my pan…” you grumbled.
Jinyoung then movedto grab your pot, turning the faucet on as you scrubbed at a large plate cakedin pasta sauce, and went to soak it. As he went to work, you observed his sideprofile. He sure was handsome and you remembered how you wanted to ask him ifhe was single the moment you met.
A handsome guy likehim had to have a girlfriend or something.
“What?” heasked, pausing mid-scrub when he caught you.
“Nothing,”you quickly replied, turning back to the sink.
“No,” hesaid, putting the pot in the isnk. “What is it?”
You shook your head.“It’s nothing… You’re just…”
Staring off intospace, you looked back at him with a smile.
“You’re justreally handsome is all. I hope you know that.”
Looking away fromyou, he blushed. “Thanks.”
Stumbling, hereached forward and accidentally switched the faucet onto the setting where itsprayed water in tiny streams instead and then disconnected it from the sink.It landed upside down and caused water to completely soak both your shirts. Youlet out a shriek as you stepped back, the plate falling into the sink then.
“I’m sosorry!” he exclaimed and you looked at him in surprise, then down at yourshirt.
You could seethrough it entirely, showing off your bra and your piercing nipples.
And then he handedyou the towel beside the sink to cover yourself.
“They’re justboobies, Jinyoung,” you teased but he didn’t turn around.
Snorting, you tossedthe towel onto the counter and left the kitchen. Glancing back at him one moretime as you gripped onto the staircase railing, you observed him scrubbingfuriously at your pot with tinted cheeks.
A few days afterthat incident, you came storming out of your room to your neighbor having sex onceagain.
The annoying, nothot one. It wasn’t Jinyoung having sex.
“Jinyoung?”you called, knocking on his door.
Your neighbor wasplaying music to cover up whatever he was doing, but you could still fuckinghear him. How could he be so oblivious to how loud he was? Did he just fuckgirls who really knew how to use their mouths?
Maybe you should askfor their phone numbers.
“Come in,”he yelled over the music.
Stomping in, youslammed the door behind you. Although you’d been in his room a few times, itwas always rearranged a different way each time. You did notice that Jinyoungwas an extreme perfectionist.
“You hear that,right?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“Yeah. And I’mtrying to study, too…” Jinyoung grumbled.
“I can’tbelieve him. What if I was trying to sleep?”
You paced around hisroom, letting out an occasional growl as the song ended and there was anawkward pause. Jinyoung’s head came up just as there was a loud crashing soundand moan from the other side of the wall.
Jinyoung snorted. “You?Sleeping before two in the morning?”
“Okay. Fine… Maybe I wasn’t but still—”
“You can stayhere, if you want.”
“Really? Iwon’t bother you?”
“No. I’m doneanyway.”
Jinyoung leant backinto his desk chair, closing his book with a gentle slam before standing up toput it away on his large bookshelf. After a moment, he walked over to his bedand settled against it, still in his work clothes. The TV had still beenplaying even when you walked in, so you guessed he’d been trying to mask themusic and sex.
You followed him tohis bed, sitting beside him gingerly.
“So—” youstarted to say when a sex scene came on.
The two actors onthe screen immediately began undressing and you hesitantly looked over at Jinyoung,who was trying to decide whether to act natural or look away—because what doyou even do in that situation? A sex scene makes things awkward no matter what.You could pretend all you wanted that it wasn’tawkward—but it was.
“S-So… Whatwere you studying for?”
“My accountingexam,” he replied.
“Really? You haveto study for that?”
There were now bothsex noises from the TV and the roomnext door. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jinyoung fidgeting, scratchingat his chin nervously as he avoided looking straight at the television screen.
You grabbed theremote then, turning the volume to drown out the noises from your neighbor.
As you could stillhear him, however, you stomped towards the door to tell him to shut up.
Jinyoung followedafter you, grabbing a hold of your elbow out of nowhere, but that just caused youto trip on one of his shoes—and where did that even come from because his roomwas spotless—and the two of you came crashing down on his hardwood floor withJinyoung under you. He stared at you with wide eyes then.
The front of yourpants was pressed especially hard against him and you felt something.
“Jinyoung…”you breathed out.
He blinked, thenasked, “Yes?”
“I have this crazy idea.”
Jinyoung didn’t havemuch time to think before your lips came crashing down on his.
His lips were sosoft, like kissing a cloud from how moist they were, but he was still beneathyour crushing mouth. His arms laid unmoving at his sides, not even moving totouch you with the tip of his finger. And after you unconsciously began toswirl your hips and grind into him powerfully, he groaned into your mouth.
“Touchme,” you said, pulling away briefly to give him time to speak.
Instead of sayinganything, he just stared at you in muted surprise.
“Touch me, Jinyoung,” you saidagain, grabbing at his limp hands.
You brought them totouch your covered breasts but he didn’t move an inch, didn’t even glance downat your breasts on full display—just kept looking at you and occasionally downat your lips as you exhaled shakily.
When his palm gave aslight, hesitant squeeze, you knew you had him.
You threw yourselfback into him, kissing him as hard as you could to elicit any sort of reactionout of him, and he finally responded. Starting with returning it, he eventuallylicked at your lips and his hands drifted away from your breasts to grab yourhips, then finally wrapping around your waist to crush you more into his hard,defined chest.
The voices from theactors on screen as they had a passionate get-together with their genitalsfaded into the background, as well as the sounds coming from the opposite sideof the wall. Right then, it was just you and Jinyoung as you kissed and touchedeach other so intimately you felt your hairs sticking up. He was always out ofyour reach—so far away—either physically or emotionally. You thought he wasunavailable, three years older than you and in grad school already while youwere still taking gen ed classes. That’s what you thought, but as he licked the seam of your lips and thrusted histongue inside your mouth, he felt touchable for the first time—reachable.
His hands trailedback to your waist before flipping the two of you over until you flat on yourback. Even with the sex scene on the television screen long over as new actorstook up their own screentime, you didn’t tell him to stop—not even when you heardnothing from the adjacent bedroom, too. It was that familiar white noise.
But you didn’t liketo sound of nothing as Jinyoung stared down at you, hesitantly.
You wanted to hearsomething. You wanted to hear anything—andfrom him.
You weaved yourfingers into his black hair, pulling him down until your lips connected onceagain, which coaxed him to relax and touch you again. His hips moved againstyours as you ground into each other—sensually. When his hardening lengthbrushed against one specific spot, you moaned out loudly, and he pulled awayfrom you.
“Don’t stop,”you told him desperately, fingers still clinging on to his hair.
When he didn’tbudge, you sat up slowly, furrowing your eyebrows. He moved away from you togive you room, as if you were about to tell him you changed your mind, but thenyou pushed him with the tips of your fingers so he was on his back. He didn’tmake a move to sit up and you took that as a sign to work on undoing his belt’sbuckle.
He didn’t even tryto stop you as you pulled at his work pants, just watched you with half-liddedeyes.
“Is thisokay?” you asked, glancing down at his cock through his briefs.
“Yeah…”he answered, swallowing thickly.
Getting his consent,you watched him carefully but reached into his underwear for his cock,surprised at the size as you blinked in a daze. Just as he was looking like hewas about to change his mind, you leant over him and your mouth sank down onhim. Immediately, he felt how warm your mouth was and you didn’t take your eyesoff him—not even for one second. Your tongue swirled around him, licking atevery inch of him you could. He didn’t entirely fit in your mouth, so whateverdidn’t fit you just stroked with your balled up fist. His head fell backagainst the floor with a thud as he groaned out loudly. His eyes snapped openat that, looking at his bedroom wall.
“W-Wait—”he started to say, but you didn’t stop.
Instead, your gripon him tightened as you went even faster, pulling him farther into your mouthuntil you felt the tip hit the back of your throat, pausing for a moment and wincingat the unpleasant feeling as you swallowed around him. His hands didn’t knowwhere to go, from laying at his sides to pulling at his tailored suit.
You didn’t reallyknow why he wore his work clothes for so long, even after he came home.
“Fuck…”he grunted, one of his hands cupping the back of your head.
You’d never heardhim curse before and you could feel yourself getting wet just at the sound ofit, and then began to bob on his dick even faster, your eyes watering slightly.Jinyoung started to unconsciously thrust into your mouth then, his hips raisingoff the floor each time, and you welcomed it, trying to take all of him.
“Shit!” hecried out as you swallowed around him again.
Pulling himcompletely out of your mouth, you used your tongue to lick at the slit, runninga wet strip from the base of his cock all the way to the underside of his tip,leaving a stream of saliva behind. He observed you with half-lidded eyes beforehis head fell back again, not being able to take the sight of you looking athim like that.
“Shit… You’reso good at this… Fuck… I’m going to cum.”
You pulled your mouthaway and just sat on your heels, watching him come undone just from youstroking him in a blurred movement of your fist. However, before he even came,he frantically told you to stop.
“Jinyoung…”you started to say, slowing your pace slightly.
“No, I meanit… I don’t want…” he trailed off. “I don’t want him to hearme.”
“He wants us tohear him, though. And plus, you sound so hot anyway…”
“Fuck…”he said at your words. “I'm— Fu—ck. I'm—”
“Cum in mymouth.”
You descended yourmouth back on him as you continued to stroke him frantically. He didn’t seem tohear you—or at least didn’t respond—but spurts of his cum came firing into yourmouth until he was laying there like a worm.
His head thuddedagainst the floor after, smiling slightly to himself, but then remembered you.
“No, it’sokay,” you said, knowing what he was thinking. “I think he’s donenow, so thanks.”
“Wait— Whatabout you—”
“You just oweme one.”
And then you left.
“Hey.”
You looked to theopen doorway of your bedroom to see it was Jinyoung. Still in his work clothes,you laughed to yourself. He wore that suit so often that you thought it wasjust another layer of his skin.
Good thing he lookedhot in a suit.
“Hey,” youreplied, putting down your book beside you on the bed.
You sat up as helooked around your bedroom, admiring some of the paintings you had hanging onthe wall and your calendar beside the door that had a different cat for eachmonth, the dates decorated with cat ears.
“Can I joinyou?” he asked after a moment, closing the door behind him.
“Sure,”you said, sitting up. “What’s up?”
“Well…”By the color of crimson his ears turned, you knew it had to be about whathappened the other day on his bedroom floor—the whole his dick in your mouththing. “I just— I felt bad about— You know… So, I— Uh…”
“You want topay me back?”
“Yeah. Is thatokay?”
You bit your lip andnodded.
Kicking his shoesoff by your door, he walked over to your bed. It creaked beneath his weight ashe sat down and then he turned to you, just staring at you for a moment beforehe went to loosen his tie around his neck.
“Did you justget back from work?” you asked, watching him undress.
Jinyoung nodded. “Yeah.Five minutes ago.”
“So… were youthinking about this all day?”
“It might’vecrossed my mind once or twice.”
Your head fell backas you laughed. “That’s hot.”
His knees pressedthem into the mattress when he started to move towards you, his tie long forgottenin a heap on your rug. Watching him carefully, you lowered yourself onto yourback until he was hovering over you.
“Is ourfavorite neighbor here?” he asked lowly, his lips inches from yours.
“I don’t thinkso. It’s quiet, so that’s how I know he’s gone.”
“Good. Thatmeans you can be as loud as you want.”
“Ooh,spicy…” you said, waggling your eyebrows.
“Take off yourpants,” he instructed.
“Why can’t youdo it for me?”
“I’m about todo a lot for you.”
Raising an eyebrow,you did as he said and pulled at your denim shorts. He couldn’t wait, though,and helped you tug them the rest of the way down your legs as you raised yourhips, flinging them somewhere behind him.
Next was yourunderwear but surprisingly, when you went to remove them, he stopped you.
“Not yet.”
His mouth camecrashing down on yours, smothering your lips with his own. At first, the kisswas fast and messy, your tongues colliding together in a frenzy, but then hewas pulling away from you to leave a trail of kisses from the corner of yourlips, to your jaw, to your neck, before finally landing on your chest from yourlow-cut shirt.
Your hands came tocrush his mouth to your chest when he just looked at the soft fabric of yourshirt, leaving wet spots where he bit and nipped over your covered nipples. Youcried out then, arching your back into his mouth.
He raised an eyebrowand took you rubbing your legs together as a sign for him to take it farther.
Crawling down yourbody, he stopped until his head was between your legs, kissing at your innerthighs and biting and sucking at the skin there until you were marked inblotches of purple and red. One of his fingers played with the band of yourunderwear, snapping it against your skin teasingly, and you exhaled shakily.
“I didn’t knowyou were such a tease…” you said, smiling with your eyes closed.
“It’s no funwhen you get your way, though.”
And then he fingeredat your underwear again, lifting it up and pushing it to the side so he couldcup you. Just from the pads of his fingers touching you there, he could feelhow wet you were—and all because of him.
“You’re makingthis too easy.”
His middle fingerslowly eased into your entrance, stroking at your walls gently as he pumped inand out of you. His thumb then came to press down on your clit and you moanedout, a scalding sensation shooting straight into your lower stomach. He tookthat as another good sign and theninserted his forefinger into you, his fingers thrusting in and out of you at afaster pace with each drawn out moan and each wiggle of your hips. Eventually,he had to use the hand pulling your underwear back to still your hips and thesoaked fabric came to rest on the back of his hand.
Unconsciously, youmoved away from him and so he pulled his fingers out of you. You opened your eyesthen, looking up at him as he sucked each finger into his mouth, licking offyour wetness. Feeling faint, you sighed to yourself, wiggling your hips again andclenching your walls around nothing in anticipation. It was nice to be fingeredand it was even better to cum, but you wanted to cum on his dick—you wanted tocum on it now.
“Jinyoung,”you breathed out. “I want you.”
“You can’t haveme,” he answered. “Not yet.”
“Well, why thefuck not?!” you yelled, sitting up on your elbows.
He couldn’t answerbecause then the two of you heard loud, thunderous footsteps up the stairs andthe bedroom door next to yours slamming shut. You listened and signedinternally as you heard a female voice giggling and then a gruff male one, thebed creaking as you assumed they were both lying in his bed now.
“Great…”you mumbled to yourself, bending over your bed to look for your pants.
“No,”Jinyoung said. “It’s okay. I want to keep going. Is that okay?”
You looked back athim and nodded, surprised.
This wasn’t like himat all. Jinyoung had never once brought a girl over—never. You knew he had sexbut he never had sex here, and thatwas because he was so self-conscious. So, it was very surprising he wanted tokeep going.
He pulled yourunderwear completely off that time, following your pants and landing somewherebehind him.
Jinyoung didn’twaste any time and immediately ducked his head and flicked at your clit withhis tongue, causing you to cry out. The giggling stopped in the other room andyou placed a hand over your mouth, looking at him.
Time stood still asyou two waited for them to resume and they did—after a painfully long sixtyseconds.
“Bequiet,” he whispered and then went back to pressing kisses to your clit.
He inserted hisfinger again, using his thumbs to separate your folds and you clenched yourhand into a fist against your mouth, breathing heavily. Instead of how he wastaking his time before, he was rushing things.
“Jinyoung,”you said. “It’s okay. I’ll be quiet. Just slow down.”
He nodded, pullinghis fingers out of you.
Then replaced themwith his mouth.
“Fuck…”you said, softly.
“Feelgood?” he whispered back.
You nodded, headfalling back and hand slamming against your mouth as he thrusted his tongueinside of you. His nose brushed against your clit and you breathed out of yournose slowly, trying to contain yourself. Then one of his hands pulled away andhis thumb came against your clit again, circling it wildly when he lowered hishead to bring his nose away. Your juices coated his chin as he started towildly lick and kiss at your inner walls, then brought his mouth away to watchyou, inserting his fingers again. His knuckles brushed against you as he wentdeeper and deeper before he felt around for that special spot—then found iteasily, smiling to himself at your reaction.
Red hot in the face,sweat lining your brow, gasping for air—you were a mess for him.
You could barelycontain yourself then and you reached behind you for your pillow, smotheringyour face.
“Jinyoung!”you screamed through the pillow but he kept going. “Oh, god… Oh, god. I’m going to— I'm—”
The two of youhadn’t even noticed the talking stopped again before you moaned into the pillowloudly, hips rising as you came roughly around his fingers. He helped you rideout your orgasm, slowing his pace but not stopping.
Your hips came down torest on the mattress again and you sighed—you were laying there like a wormnow.
“How wasthat?” he asked, pleased with himself.
“Good god… Sogood… Wow. You’re so good with—”
He chuckled.“Thanks. I owed you one, though.”
You smiled up at him,then pushed yourself up to sit beside him, nudging your shoulder with his asyou smiled to yourself. If this was him paying you back for sucking his dick,you wondered how he fucked with thatdick.
“But thatdoesn’t mean I don’t owe you one.”
“No, no, no.You don’t owe me anything.”
“Maybe not. ButI still want you to fuck me.”
Jinyoung looked atthe wall behind you then, shaking his head. Pouting, you nodded, understandingthat maybe all this was just him returning the favor, not meaning he wasinterested in you like that at all.
“Wecan’t…” he whispered.
“It’s okay, butwhy not?”
“We can’t rightnow. Later.”
“Okay, but I hopeyou really mean later.”
He nodded.“Later. Really, reallylater.”
And then he walkedout of your room.
After Jinyoung left,your neighbor took that as a sign to fuck his girlfriend.
How nice for theboth of them. For her to have a penis in her, not that you could relate.
It’d been at leastseven hours now and you didn’t even know if Jinyoung was still in the house. He walked on light feet, so younever heard him walking around, so he could’ve easily left to go somewhere. Maybehe left to fuck someone else sinceyou were pretty sure he got a massive boner. And yet, he didn’t want to fuck you.
Later, he said.
When was that? Maybeyou should’ve discussed that properly so you would know when that even was.
Angry andsex-deprived, you stomped out of your room after hearing the annoying sound ofyour neighbor snoring after a long, torturous hour and a half, and into thekitchen. A glass of cold water would calm down your temper, so you reached intothe cabinet to grab one of your glasses, reaching into the freezer for some icecubes. You struggled to even get the cubes out of the tray, however, andcontemplated slamming it on the countertop.
A touch on yourshoulder, though, startled you and you accidentally slammed the tray on thecountertop anyway.
“It’sokay!” they said, the warm voice familiar. “It’s me. It’sJinyoung.”
Closing your eyes inrelief, you placed a hand over your beating heart and then turned around tolook at him.
“And where haveyou been?” you asked, teasingly,with an eyebrow raised.
Though, you alsoreally wanted to know the answer to that, too.
“My room. Whydid it take you seven hours to leave?”
“What? Were youwaiting for me or something?”
He nodded.“Yeah. I didn’t want to… in your room.”
Your mouth fell openas you felt like a fucking idiot.
It was kind ofobvious, now that you thought about it.
“Sorry… Ididn't— Well, I’m here now, so do your worst.”
One corner of hislips tilted up at that, and then he looked around the kitchen. When his eyesfell on the dining room table, he grinned and tugged your hand to follow him.You set your glass down on the counter, already feeling that familiarexcitement bubble inside of you at the thought of what he was going to do toyou.
If his fingers madeyou feel that good, you couldn’t evenimagine what his dick would feel like.
“Lay on thetable.”
You hopped up on thetable just as he asked, then laid down, already reaching for your pants, but heslapped your hand away. Cradling your hands to your chest, you snorted at theimpatient look on his face.
“I didn’t sayto take off your clothes,” he teased, tugging at the band.
“Okay but…What’s so different about here? They’ll still probably hear us.”
“You’reprobably right. It’s a good thing I don’t care. Do you?”
Then why didn’t you just come back? you asked no one inparticular.
Oh, well.
“Hell no. Fuckme, Jinyoung.”
“I will. Justbe patient.”
You growled out,frustrated.
“Come on. Youdon’t need to finger me when you just did that seven hours ago—”
“I know but I want to,” he said, then pulled at theband of your pants again.
From over the top ofhis head, you carefully watched the staircase, listening for any sounds thatweren’t muffled snores from your neighbor’s bedroom. If he came downstairs,he’d have a good view of your pussy.
“He’s not goingto come down here. Relax.”
Just as his fingerentered you, you said, “Wait. Can I try something first?”
He nodded, pullingaway from you and you sat up, hopping off the table. Kneeling before him, youunbuttoned his pants quickly—and struggled for a moment—and pulled him out of hisunderwear, licking your lips nervously.
“I want you tofuck my mouth,” you told him.
“What?” heasked, surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Allright.”
You gripped him atthe base and slowly wrapped your lips around him, then relaxed your mouth asyou closed your eyes. Biting into his lip, Jinyoung anxiously gripped the backof your head to get a good hold on you and weaved his fingers into your hair.You seemed to like that, though, when you moaned around his length.
And when you nodded,he took that as the signal and thrusted into your mouth.
Your eyes watered ashe fucked your mouth, wincing but loving every second. When his fingers tuggedat your hair, nearly pulling the strands right out of their roots, you moanedaround him again and he groaned at that.
You swallowed aroundhim, eliciting him to go faster, fuck your throat harder—and he did. His hips moved back and forth wildly as hefrantically rammed his cock into you. With each thrust, you had to keepyourself still and relax your throat, feeling it becoming sore but it was worthit. Your hands felt his thighs, nails digging into the soft fabric of his workpants that he never took off for some reason—when suddenly he pulled out ofyou.
“If you keepdoing that, I’m going to cum,” he explained, gasping for air. “Yourturn.”
You nodded and laidback down on the table. It was as if him nearly reaching his orgasm made himeven more impatient and he tugged at your underwear so roughly that thematerial stretched, but you didn’t yell at him.
In fact, you foundthe whole thing incredibly hot.
He fell to his kneesand immediately started an intense pace with his fingers inside of you, easingin and out at a frantic speed while he tried to stretch you out as much aspossible. Your toes curled at the sensation and he watched you carefully,smiling as your eyes closed and mouth dropped open. If possible, his fingersthrusted into you even faster, so fast that you could almost imagine they werehis dick—except you hoped his dick was bigger.
“Please,”you begged, grabbing onto his arm. “Fuck me.”
His pace slowed downbut he didn’t pull out of you, until he pressed down on your clit and your backarched.
“Please! Fuck—please,” you cried out.
He nodded quickly,stepping away from you to step out of his pants and completely remove hisbriefs.
Your eyes fell tohim naked from the waist down and you almost drooled, but then he was pullingat your hips so you stood on your feet, then spun you around until your cheekcame crashing down on the wooden table.
“Ready?”he asked.
“Ye—s.”
You were jostledforward as soon as he took that first step—his cock pressing into you so deeplythat you couldn’t help but groan, your nails clawing into the table. His warmhands held your hips and you knew you wanted nothing more than for him to slapyour ass. That’s what would get you off. Nothing was hotter than himmanhandling you.
“Jinyoung,”you gasped out as he kept up a fast pace. “Spank me.”
“Spank you? You’reinto that?”
You nodded into thetable.
Hesitating slightly,he did as you asked and brought his hand to slap your ass softly and you moanedsoftly. He blinked, stopping his thrusts inside of you to do it again—butharder. You clenched your fists as his hand came down on you even harder,feeling the sting that time. Your walls clenched around him then and hegroaned.
“You reallylike this?” he asked.
“Yeah. Justlike that.”
He paused, thenlooked around the room for a moment.
You were pulled upabruptly then, your eyes snapping open, as he pulled you over to the livingroom couch before sitting down, tugging at your hand so you were sitting in hislap but not crushing his dick coated in your wetness.
“Ride me,”he told you.
You didn’t need tobe told twice and slowly gripped him from under you, easing him into youslowly. Both of you moaned out at that and his hand slapped your ass again,slapping you harder each time you pulled yourself up.
“Keepgoing,” he said, massaging your skin.
You nodded andbounced up and down on him even faster, seeking that familiar sting and thefeeling of him penetrating you. His head fell against the back of the couchthen, moaning loudly as you continued to ride him. Blindly, his free handreached for you and then the pad of his thumb pressed into your clit, causingyou to cry out and ride him even faster—harder—swirling your hips and clenchingaround him as you chased after your orgasm.
He pulled away fromyour clit and brought both of his hands to your ass, pulling and grabbing atthe flesh there and kneading his knuckles into it. One hand came down on yourass again as the slap sounded around the living room and you clenched aroundhim again, your vision blurring as all you could feel was that spark ignite inyou.
On the edge, hishands trailed past your ass until they were gripping the small of your back andflipped you over onto your stomach. Raising your ass in the air, he thrustedinto you again and pressed down on the back of your head, your cheek pressinginto the couch cushion as he rammed into you.
“J-Jinyoung!Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out, fists clenching.
He reached aroundyou then and squeezed your breasts. With each thrust, they swung forward and hesqueezed even harder. You rested yourhead against the back of your arms, trying to hold on but knowing you were soclose to cumming. His dick stroked every inch of you and you knew you weregoing to be sore after.
“I’m gonna—”
“Cum.”
He felt you clencharound him one more time as you came, arching your back and then falling limplyonto the couch. Jinyoung powered through it, however, and managed to thrust afew more times before he came himself, feeling you cringe from theoversensitivity.
His head fell backagainst the opposite arm of the couch then, chuckling, while you laid on theother side.
“So, thathappened,” he said after a long moment of silence.
“Yeah. Can ithappen again?” you asked with a smirk.
And then you laughedall the way back upstairs.
Jinyoung was eatingbreakfast the next morning and you decided to clean up after your dirty neighborso that when Jinyoung came home for his lunch break, he could spend that timeeating rather than cleaning up after him.
Speak of the deviland he shall appear, though.
Your neighbor camestumbling down the stairs in his pajamas, greeting you two as he came into thekitchen.
“Hey,guys,” he said, then seemed to hesitate. “Were you guys— last night—Can you keep it down next time?”
Jinyoung’s cheeksheated at that, almost burying his head in his bowl of cereal shamefully whileyou just snorted.
He’d acted allconfident last night but it sounded just like him to be embarrassed immediatelyafter.
“Sure,”you lied. “Sorry about all the noise.”
“Thanks,”he said and then grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl.
You looked back atJinyoung and laughed as he refused to make eye contact with you, his cheeksalmost the same color as the last apple in the bowl. Embarrassment wasn’tsomething you felt often, so you were more proud.
You and Jinyoung hadbecome the noisy neighbors now.
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