Joker (Park Hajun )

ou wear Wooin’s clothes and the jewelry he buys you as the most public declaration of being claimed by him. Pictures of the two of you together decorate your otherwise plain social media pages. Your phone’s lock screen is an image of Wooin. And sometimes when you get your nails done, you even have his initials incorporated into the design of your manicure. It’s obvious that you belong to Wooin; but does Wooin truly belong to you?

Wooin doesn’t seem to respect your relationship. He flirts with other girls. There isn’t a trace of you on his social media. It makes sense for Wooin to keep a personal phone and a work phone, but the fact you were unaware of his second cellphone spoke volumes about your relationship.

And it’s exactly why Joker doesn’t respect it either. It’s not like he owes Wooin any loyalty outside of their work obligations. That’s why he doesn’t stop you when you come on to him.

It’s inevitable that fucking around behind Wooin’s back becomes a recurring thing between you and Joker. He likes the softness of your body against his after going through a bunch of strenuous activity. The physical and emotional intimacy you share is something novel to him; and with all new things, it’s exciting.

“You always leave so many marks. Are you even trying to keep things a secret?” Joker asks in an amused tone, his head tilted back as it rests on the armrest of the couch while you straddle his lap; your lips and teeth latched to his neck.

“Just say you got these marks in a fight.” You murmur absentmindedly but if you were to be honest with yourself, you were starting to realize that you preferred spending time with Joker more than your actual boyfriend. Maybe you didn’t care to be so clandestine about things.

It’s not like Wooin cared enough to notice you pulling back from him anyway.

Hands securely gripping your hips, Joker bucks up into the warmth of your body; causing you to moan against his throat. Setting off a mild pace, the girthy and lengthy size of his shaft spears your insides to stimulate places that typically go untouched. What was supposed to be a relaxing day of just watching movies and playing with the puppy had somehow turned into you on Joker’s lap; grinding against him and leaving hickeys wherever your lips could reach.

But even that doesn’t last long and it soon turns into Joker fucking you into the couch cushions with your limbs wrapped around his sturdy frame. You keep drawing him in deeper as the heels of your feet dig into his lower back, making him groan. Caging you between his arms, his hands hold on to the back of the couch in a vice grip and give him more leverage to rut into you harder.

“Fuck, your pussy is so greedy.” Joker mutters, a husky moan falling from his lips.

“Maybe we need to start seeing each other more often.” You purr as your fingers idly rake through the tendrils of sweat dampened hair clinging to the back of his neck.

“Do you really want that?” He questions, only for the words to hang in the air unanswered as another moan pours from your lungs.

The idea of keeping you to himself and claiming you sends shivers down his spine. It fills him with a sense of longing that manifests as him thrusting into you deeper and harder. He knows for sure that Wooin had long vacated the space in your heart and there was now an empty spot needing to be filled. Even if Joker was the one stuffed inside your dripping cunt right now, were you really willing to let him fill your heart too?

There’s no time to have this conversation with you. Caught in the throes of lust, Joker continues to slide in and out of your slick walls. The wet heat is addicting and all he wants to do is drown in it. You seem to want the same thing as you claw at his back, moaning for more. Pure desire written all over your face; as if your pussy didn’t give away how you felt.

Joker was barely getting started and he already had you creaming around his dick, your sticky arousal accenting the salacious sounds of his balls smacking against your ass with every heavy thrust.

“Hajun– ohh fuck, oh my god–” You pant, your eyelids heavy and your jaw hinged open when you feel the fat head of his cock slam straight into your g-spot.

The syrupy way you say his name–his real name– has his cock jump excitedly within your tight heat. Never had the syllables sounded so good until he heard them dancing on your tongue. Lust drunk calls of his name has him plunging into you more wildly. Practically feral as the next level of pleasure is reached. Your legs are no longer locked around his waist because you’ve started to lose feeling in them as your body zeroes in on the sensation of your pussy being pounded so thoroughly. With the restriction gone, it allows Joker to move more freely; drawing his hips back further then plunging right back into you.

You didn’t think it was possible but his fervent thrusts become even more powerful. His hands no longer hold the back cushions of the couch and they’re now on your waist; yanking your body to meet the hungry snapping of his hips. Twitching and squirming beneath his touch, there’s nowhere for you to go except headfirst into your orgasm brought on by the constant pressure of his tip ramming into your sweet spot.

Despite the maddening sensation of release being dangled right in front of you and Joker, his thrusts are still so selfless and calculated. He twitches against the sensitive gumminess of your walls, pushing into you so deeply that you were sure that he was treating your cervix as a bullseye for where to cum.

If it wasn’t hot enough already, the heat in the pit of your stomach continues to rapidly build up as your climax creeps up on you; feeling like pure ecstasy was shot into your veins and traversed through your entire body.

All it took was a few more rough thrusts to make you come apart on Joker’s cock; your hole gushing around him. The added slickness of your walls counteracts the rather aggressive yet rhythmic clenching of your pussy as you orgasm.

It’s not until he’s thoroughly fucked you through your climax, Joker becomes greedy. He takes hold of your thighs that were dangling uselessly on either side of his hips before pushing them back against your chest. Pinning you against the couch with his body weight, he keeps your trembling figure in place until he’s able to find his own release. Bottoming out within your pulsing walls, thick streams of cum are cast within you. The sensitivity of your cunt lets you feel every single drop being dispersed within you and you swear that the sensation of getting filled up like this intensifies your orgasm that you thought was dying out.

You’re disappointed when Joker pulls out, the emptiness bordering on uncomfortable. But perhaps it was necessary– your mind was totally occupied by his dick when it was inside you and you never gave an answer to his question.

“Yeah. I want to start seeing you more often.” You finally tell him, a small laugh escaping you as you realize how absurd it feels to be rendered into this state of emotional vulnerability after getting your guts rearranged.