➤ COMING STRAIGHT FROM THE OVEN IS A PLATE OF HOT PUSSY .ᐟ
what happens if you’re sprawled out on your boyfriend’s bed, naked and blindfolded, turned into a complete mess as you were left alone, forced to suppress the pleasure. finally, the door clicks open; you’re relieved but he was oddly quiet. why was your “boyfriend” so good at pleasing you?
pairing ✮⋆˙ parkjongseong x fem!reader
warning ✮⋆˙ 18+, smut, mdni, dub-con!, pussy!eating, cheating (don't do this!), pussy!play, roommate'sbestfriend!jay, dom!jay, sub!reader, reader is roomie's gf, reader thinks jay is her bf
word count ✮⋆˙ 3.4K
lolli's notes ✮⋆˙ sighhh I love this man so much.....he's been bias wrecking me lately icl....i need help. NOT PROOFREAD!
the soft, timid guy who had a crush on his roommate's girlfriend. the stares that linger longer than they've should of, the moments where he noticed the small little habits you make, the way he stared at you like it was only you and him in the room and every little thing was faded into the background.
his body immediately flinch up in posture whenever he sees you, keeping himself composed around you, not realizing that his body was taut and clenched to the point where if he relaxed, he'd die of soreness.
he could get anyone he'd liked but he never did. he believed that you could only have one true love, a moment that never erases even if he tried to push it away.
he knew that this wasn't right but it was something that he couldn't brush away, although if he convinced himself he was in denial — the small part of him knows that his gut is telling him to the face the truth and accept the fact that he could only solve.
a habit he couldn't control, an urge he couldn't restrain.
jay stares at you like an angel soared through the sky and sent you as his one true love that he was destined to be with — perhaps in another lifetime.
"hey man, i'm heading out to the store. do you want anything?" keys jingling towards the direction of the door, the sounds of shoes dragging against the carpeted floor as jay could feel the shadow moving around his peripherals.
"nah i'm good, thank you though." jay, sprawled on the couch; he doesn't take his eyes off the phone, instead, slightly tilting his head towards the direction but his eyes don't waver.
"alright, be back in a bit." the door swings open, a ray of sunshine gleams over his face for a quick second before the door swallows the light once again, leaving the room — dull and lifeless. the phone softly turns off, making him stare off into the distance. the scenery turns into nothing but a blurring background. clouding in his thoughts as time felt much slower than it was before. the living room was calm, still. the soft hum of the leaves rustling outside as the wind gushes through the air like a whisper echoing past his ears. he feels his eyes slowly losing their strength, dragging a soft pull of slumber to reel his drowsiness, getting heavier the more he tried to fight it until it fully consumed him.
resting on the cushy foam like he was wrapped into a warm hug as he sleeps perfectly still, mimicking a dead body. his chest rises and falls gently as his phone was rested on top of his body, the weight seemingly felt like it was non existent and forgotten.
as the hour glides by like a breeze, his phone buzzed through his skin, causing him to jolt awake. eyes crusted shut, the gleam from the windowsill burns through his eyelids, making him squint as he forced himself to adjust to his vision. the heavy weight rested upon his chest swiftly slid off his chest, hitting the cushions and lands in between his legs — the clock had struck late afternoon and nothing seemed out of place. the room was still quiet as it was before; no creaks, no silhouettes trailing on the hardwood floors — it seemed like they weren't back yet.
jay rises up from the couch and heads to the bathroom but his eyes catches the door of his roommate's, cracked opened slightly with the lights faint, shadowy as the night. he strides towards the door, thinking they were here. "hey man what'd you—" he pauses mid sentence as he gently pushes the door open, only to reveal you:
fully naked on the bed; thighs gushing with your own juices while a blindfold was wrapped around your eyes with handcuffs locked tight onto your wrists as they were wrapped around the bed frame. and a tiny remote placed towards the edge located near the foot of the bed.
jay's eyes widen with terror — arousal or a feeling buried deep into his chest that couldn't be explained and he was about to leave until he hears you call out.
"b-babe?" you whimper as your thighs clench together as he hears a soft buzz, locating near you. he watches the way you bite on your bottom lip, revealing a flushed red hue that painted your lips from your arousal. "p-please it's too much!" you let out a guttural, breathy moan as jay watches your body twitches from hypersensitivity, back arching against the wrinkled sheets that spread across your body, blending with your disheveled state.
jay panics like a deer in headlights, his mouth parts but not a sound came out, only mimes his words he wanted to say but stopped himself before he could make a wrong move. he mutters a sequences of curses, face flushed with undeniable hunger, also nervousness swarming in his entire mind. his brain stops functioning as he trapped in a situation with you, unable to form words without his eyes deceiving him.
his mind was telling him to leave but his body wouldn't budge. the lump in his throat was frozen, even with how many times he tried to push it down — also with an aching boner peeking through his pants. he quietly observes you like a stalker; the way your body was perfectly pasted on the bed, your thighs instinctively clenching together has a grip on him that made him writhed with thirst as your moans erupt in the air like sweet lullabies. your juices glistening from where the buzzing sensation was stemming from, coating the inside of thighs like honey, dribbling down from your entrance, onto the bedsheets.
he strides toward you, heedful of his surroundings. he towers over your figure, encasing your body with his shadow. you could sense his presence, a breath of wind brushes against your skin. the shadow halts in place, swallowing over your body. "t-touch me please.." you bit the bottom flesh of your lips, turning pale white and glistening from the pressure.
he stands there like someone froze his feet to the ground. his eyes dart to the remote control inches away from where the bed ends, softly picking it up and silently observing the controls. caressing the button while his mind halts into a train of thoughts:
his thumbs brushes over the toggle, feeling the indents press into his skin: a plus and minus button engraved. he mindlessly increases the vibration, not knowing how strong the tremors were already. he watches the way you squirm, the way you tried to clench your thighs together even deeper, despite the feeling was too much for you to subside. your whispery breaths turned into squeals, the toy harshly tickling your gummy walls as you were started to get used to the pace.
jay feels his body jolt in pleasure, his clothes suddenly started to feel uncomfortable all over his skin. the room started feeling warm with the air suddenly became thick with tension. he places himself on the edge of the bed and leaves the remote on the bedside table, watching how your skin vibrates as the hiss of the vibrator gradually gets louder with every move he makes.
legs that were glued together, the structure of the unknown palm cups the side of your knee, carefully peeling off each other as your juices creates webs as your legs separate — losing their warmth. the sticky residue of your slick turned your skin cold as the wind brushes past you like a stream. your body flinches at the sudden contact, fingers icy while it drags along your skin. hitched moans escapes past your lips, completely sensitive to the touch. you felt the flesh of your skin turn warm as the heat of his palm presses flush against you.
jay's fingers slowly trace along the inside of your thighs, feeling the graze of his nail leaving a ticklish sensation, making your legs flinch and itching for the pleasure. your juices coat the tip of his finger, creating a stringy web connect from your skin to his.
as he cherishes your skin like glass, he was fighting the urge to take you right here on his roommate's bed but he contained himself, even when his impulses were on the verge of breaking.
jay knew that he was a patience man, composed, collected in a tense situations. never in his life, he questioned his loyalty; his commitments that he crossed his heart — "promise."
"promise." that left his lips like he knew in the back of his mind, he would never overturn the word into a betrayal. "you're the only person i know that would never betray me. you're my best friend dude." the type of feeling that makes one's face fall of guilt, watching as their features crumple into a huge smile that makes one put a mock-up even if their heart clenches in ache. those same words that left his roommates lips like he knew jay wouldn't even bare a thought of deceit and completely oblivious to jay's real feelings.
best friends know everything about each other. but do they express their true intentions? their true feelings? feeling scared of confessing the grudges we hold without feeling like the other would feel discouraged.
bottling up feelings that could possibly terminate a friendship that meant so much to one person but so little to the other.
maybe some feelings are better left unsaid.
desires that were meant to be fulfilled and never untouched.
was he ever a loyal man to begin with? or someone who was pretentious of their own morals cause they were scared to face the real truth, just to prove to himself that he was everything he portrayed himself to others even if he felt the quite the opposite.
jay knew the answer, just never had the guts to face it.
but one of his biggest fears had to get him some day and that day had to be now.
"s-stop teasing me…"you squirm under jay's touch, completely ignorant of the suspicious actions that you would've spotted a while ago but the vibrator was buzzing infinitely, too occupied to care. you hear a soft huff of the man's voice, clearly finding amusement at your desperation. yet, his soft strokes towards your skin, made you feel a flutter in your stomach. this touch you were feeling felt like you were being cherished, encapsulated with wanting to re-experience the emotion of being taken cared of and not being punished out of one's own enjoyment.
you felt seen, even with your vision being under the darkness.
but you don't know that the man before you is someone who's been lusting from afar.
he desires you like the air he breathes. treasures you like a rare gem that no one has ever seen but only heard myths. he views you as a siren that has only appeared once in a lifetime, a glimpse of unforgettable beauty that makes one dwell on the thought. he wondered what his roommate would look like if he caught his girlfriend and his best friend having sex on his bed. the thought haunted him but at the same time, it aroused him.
as wrong as that sounded, he didn't care. deep down, all he cared about was getting one taste of your body, although the thought itself was enough to make him cream in his pants.
he grazes your clit, your body responding by twitches, splashes of your juices paint his finger, watching the way your mouth softly parts and back arching as the sensation grows sharper the more he teased. your folds were warm, aching with desperation as your stomach stutters with every breath interrupted with every stroke he made, even if it was a small graze or a sense of being touched.
he could feel the vibration pulsing through your skin, swelling with soft beats until he dragged his index finger near your entrance where the source of the pleasure was. the added pressure made your body arch more intensely, your back curling against the bed while the pad of his fingers presses the toy deeper into your pussy, the only thing peeking out was the rope that was attached. your voice grows louder and strained when you feel the tightness of the toy reach places that weren't used to its shape.
he tries to compose himself, teeth finding their way to his bottom lip, biting hard that it leaves an imprint on his lips, making them red as blood. your toes clawed deep into the sheets, ruffling in between your soles while you tried to compose yourself but this was a battle you could not win.
you feel the heavy weight on the left side of the bed softly springs back into an even surface, feeling confused at the decision. you hear the heavy thuds against soft carpet that thumps with every step the mysterious figure took. you furrow your eyebrows, despite being blindfolded, you felt uneasy but not with discomfort — with anticipation.
as you were about to say something, you feel the bed weigh down but instead it was in front of you. where your legs were parted, your vulnerable position that makes you unfold quick. however you started to feel a slight breath of a wind brush against your torso as you feel the weight slowly dip down on both sides of your head. you feel a cold, metal surface touch your neck that makes your lips part, just as you feel a warm pair of lips grazing against yours.
the soft flesh of jay's lips gently touches, almost like a caress. he slightly tilts his head to gain access to your mouth, earning a small squeal from you. he slowly darts his tongue into your mouth, a wet patch of saliva mixes with yours. you softly moan into the kiss, each breath taken away by the soft tug of his control. the kiss was gentle, yet so dominating — it felt so different from what you were used to. a rough command, a kiss that felt like a point that needed to be proven instead of a kiss that expressed intimacy; a warmth for longing.
you never craved something so sweet until now, you felt small and submitted to the kiss, something you've never felt before. you feel his lips part from yours, your head slightly follow his, insinuating that you wanted more. your lips were swollen, plumped with an overdrive of pleasure. you bite your bottom lip, not wanting the after effect to leave.
you feel the cold, spiking sensation touch your skin once again as his lips were on your neck, leaving wet kisses of his brand on you, though you were already claimed by another man — a man who couldn't do his job right.
wet blotches of his lips trail lower: kissing the base of your neck with a mixture of bites that left subtle marks but would later fade as he neglected them to draw attentions to your unattended parts of your body. dragging down to your clavicle, putting all the attention to both sides, moving his lips to your shoulders, small squeaks fill the quiet room, making the sound even more lewd than it already was.
he stops at your chest, giving his full attention to your nipples, specifically your left nipple. his warm tongue licks the bud, making an angelic moan leave your lips. your sounds make something tick inside him, being more addicted to your body.
you feel his tongue swirl around your nipple, hardening with every lick as you squirm beneath him. you mold your lips into a line, trying your best to suppress your moans but the sensitivity was overpowering. your nipple was hardening against his mouth as he sucks your hard bud. his other hand was massaging your right breast, kneading it like bread — what a great multitasker. "f-fuck…t-too — mmph!" you squeal out, trying to form words but the pressure of his mouth on your breast started to interrupt your train of thought. he feels your body jerk against him, feeling satisfied at the reaction he was getting from you.
a slight "pop" echoes through the room as he's given your left nipple enough attention. he moves onto your right nipple, his tongue doing its magic as his other hand trails down your trembling body and lands right on your clit.
the cold hand grazes against it, earning a whimper to escape your lips. you feel the pad of his fingers, rotating in a circular motion with your slick dripping all over his hand. your legs clench around his body, shaking like jello as his mouth was adding more pleasure, overwhelming you to the bone.
the vibrator was the cherry on top. you felt numb at the numerous times you came but you've lost count. "b-babe what's with you tod-" you shriek as you feel his teeth tug on your nipple, head tilting back onto the pillow. he couldn't hear you. he was too focused on pleasuring you from all the pent up frustration that he endured for so long.
every night, jay could hear the bed frame hitting the wall to the point he thinks that one day, his roommate was going to break the bed — he was surprised he hasn't, despite every time he would invite you over, all he could hear was your moans as the bed frame was slamming at a rhythmic pace. he envied his roommate and he never hated him more than he does now.
he stops worshiping your right nipple and starts kissing your body again. pampering your stomach while you squirm at the ticklish feeling until you feel a hot breath hovering of your clit. his hands cup onto your thighs, hugging them like they were his life support — well — he might need it.
you might not be able to see but you could feel the tip of his tongue making slight contact with your clit as his breath became hotter against you. his breaths became shallow, almost like a dog panting while the sight in front of him was making him salivate. he licks a stripe, making you jolt with sensitivity. he lets out a low chuckle as you continued to squirm away from his touch. his grip tightens around your thighs, continuing giving your pussy lips kitten licks that left a ticklish outcome. the vibrator was still buzzing like there was no end, sending shock waves to flow through your nerves, almost like you were vibrating with overstimulation.
his tongue moves expertly around the shape of your pussy as his thighs were trembling violently, making impossible to sit still. your breathing starts to pick up, your chest falling up and down that was smoothly pace at first, but soon became struggling to find your breathing pattern. every control in your body became weaker the more you felt jay's tongue abused your pussy to no end. the pressure was too much, you found yourself struggling to break free from the handcuffs, wanting to feel something — anything that would hold you still, make the feeling less intense but even you knew that would be completely useless.
"h-holy shit — f-fuck!." you yell out, feeling the muscles under you skin beginning to feel taut as his fingers were seeping into your skin as his aggression becomes more fierce with every slow lick that would edge you until you fully broke. his control was grounded — precise like he's practiced for this moment. if you weren't complete enamored to the pleasure, you would question why your "boyfriend" seemed different and less careless but with the way he had you anchored beneath him, it made your train of thoughts come to a halt.
"i-i'm g—ge—getting c-close…pl-please." your voice shifts into a softer tone, your thighs squeeze in between his head but he doesn't slow down, instead his flicks become more faster and faster, tongue swirling against your folds, making your voice become louder — you're sure that jay could hear you even though he was the one making you feel good.
"sh-shit babe, i'm gonna!" you yell out.
"JAYYY??? I'M BACKKK!! I GOT YOU SOME-" shit.
jay's eyes widen and heart starts to pound in his chest profusely. "fuckfuckfuck…" jay quietly mutters against you. he hears you, quietly say his name in a confused tone. "jay?" before you could even say another word, he immediately leeches off of you and runs into his room, not looking back at you.
once he arrived at his room, he closes the door shut. his back hitting against the doorframe, leaning his head against the wall.
"shit he's gonna kill me." he quietly retorts to himself.
lolli's notes ✮⋆˙ HEH. BYE GUYSSSS! HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS!!
lolli: you've completed the objective! what's your plan now? before you explore, proceed with caution. flashing lights might appear at times so be prepared in advance. have fun!!!
