“Tell me who is making you cum like this,” he growls, fingers pressing crescents into the meat of your ass, and your entire body shudders as you cum grinding against his tongue.
–It hadn’t started out this way.
Oh no, at first meeting, Jung Hoseok had looked like the friendliest guy around—smiling brightly, gums showing. He wore jeans and a large sweatshirt, laughing openly with his friends, and you had stared, entranced, at his attractive bright attitude.
However, when he had noticed your stare, something about his demeanor had changed, and the wink he had flashed you had been nothing short of flirtatious.
With a blush, you had turned and scurried away.
The next time you see him, you’re at a frat party on a Friday night, jeans ripped, and tank-top showing just the perfect amount of skin. You don’t even notice him approach, but his arm extends past you, palm pressing flat against the wall, and when you look up all you see are hungry eyes, a confident smile, and a perfectly placed backwards snapback.
It takes your brain a whole ten seconds to realize that this is Jung Hoseok.
And when he leans down, whispering in your ear how cute you look and how you seem interested in him, it hardly takes more than a sprinkle of his charm to have you up on the bathroom sink—jeans on the floor and panties pushed to the side. His palms keeping your thighs pressed open.