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#category 4 is music you listen to in part bc its made by a sexy woman who youre in love w
neocassity · 7 years
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Uncalled|4
A/N: THIS ISN’T THE BEST AND IM SORRY BUT- Please let me know how you feel about it, by reblogging and putting your thoughts somewhere in the tags or just with the reblog. You could also comment, y’know. ALSO, my ask box in ALWAYS open for criticisms and opinions and I AM VERY OPEN to anything that could help me understand how my contents are being received by people So- And why is smut bolded on the ‘genre’ category? Bc this chapter is a smutty one rip
R e a d e r  x  F u c k b o y!J a e h y u n WORD COUNT: 943 GENRE: Fluff, Smut, Angst. WARNING: smut
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And it happened, it just fucking happened. My heart screamed ‘no’ at a volume even I would my find ears bleeding at if someone next door played their music like that. But, my body reacted to his touch as his fingers softly prodded on my jawline, easing me more into the kiss. His tongue glided slowly over my lower lip and I readily opened my mouth, feeling the wet and warm appendage stuff into my mouth. The feeling was nowhere near that of discomfort, and I prayed his listening was as bad as mine so that he couldn’t make out my heart hammering inside, hard enough to tear through my chest.
  One of his hands softly placed itself on the nape of my neck as the other slipped under my shirt and massaged my sides. His fingers were rough and warm as they protruded my body with goosebumps. I gasped at his touches became needier with time, his hand slowly slipping past my bra to run his fingers over my bosom. I felt soft under his touch, or so he groaned, as frustration took over and he slipped it over my head.
  His forwardness had me snapping my head backwards as my top fell on his lap.
  “I’m sorry,” Jaehyun muttered, “I-”
  I grabbed him and kissed him fully on the mouth, silencing him as he almost pulled back in shock. However, he reciprocated soon enough. Putting his hands on my waist, he slowly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush against his clothed body. I groaned as the material made my bare skin itch, my cells crying in the worst cacophony at the thin barrier. I promptly parted from the kiss and endeavoured to take his shirt off, my palms sweaty and wobbly. Before I could tear the last button off, he stopped me in my process. Taking my hands in his, he whispered, “Look at me.”
  I complied, looking up at him from my hands then enveloped in his, “Calm down. I might have a reputation for being rough, but I can be… gentle, too.”
  I nodded and my eyes fluttered as he put your hands on his lap and took his shirt off, pulling me up on him and laying down. He tucked my hair behind my ears, his look on me solicitous, before kissing me again.
  My knee brushed against his erection, trapped in his jeans. I could sense the low moan caged in his throat as I poked more with my knee. He simply rolled so that I was beneath him, before taking my shorts and panties off at once. He sat on the edge of the bed as he got rid of his remaining clothing, before taking the condom out of his wallet. He pumped himself, preparing for what was to come. I smiled softly as my eyes hungrily travelled his back, before crawling over to him.
  “Let me,” I whispered, before taking his length in hand and pumping him. I felt his hand land on my hair and he softly tugged on it, moans and groans escaping his throat as he encouraged me to continue in a low, sexy voice.
  When I could tell he was at his peak, I helped him put the condom on. I lay down again, this time looking up at the ceiling and quietly anticipating.
  His body hovered over mine in no time. His hands running down my sides as he placed butterfly kisses across my clavicle. He inched higher to place a hickey on my neck as I clawed the back I was eyeing a while back, somewhat eager to leave marks on him as he left on me. My fingers entangled in his hair and he kissed my breasts and licked on my hardened nipples, before sucking them each teasingly and inserting a finger in my heat. I whimpered and he moved up to kiss me, his thumb running circles on my clit. My whole body heated up and my toes wiggled, heat pooling in my soles. I felt a second finger join the prior one, my back arching to his chest as the other hand ran soothingly over my head, the other continuing its ministrations efficiently. Soon enough, I was ready for him. When I felt the tip tease my hole, I quivered. My breathing was heavy and my heart was thumping hard against my chest. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he softly tugged on my bottom lip, before pushing in.
  Penetrative sex is supposedly overrated. However, even through the latex when his length brushed my inner walls, trying to thrust higher inside every time to hit my G-spot, I realised exactly how much time he spent on those books he carried around in his bag shamelessly to exceed expectations.
  As he got closer, he kissed the crook of my neck, burying his face. His hands held onto the headboard as his hips snapped against mine, his thrusts becoming untimely and erratic. One of his hands travelled down my body, squeezing my breast and lightly pinching my nipple on the way, before letting his thumb invade my heat and tease my clit. He took my clit between his forefinger and thumb, before promptly releasing it and rubbing harried circles.
  “Close…” I managed to moan, feeling him nod in the crook of my neck.
  “I-” he groaned, before releasing in the condom, roughly rubbing his thumb against my clit and dragging me to my release.
  As we both calmed down from our high, both our breathing unstable and needy, he softly kissed my cheek and laid his head on the pillow by mine. His snores lulled me to sleep.
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