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you cleared your throat loudly before leaning over to your boyfriend’s side. “i don’t think they know how much of an asshole he was.” you whispered in his ear. watching as the parents and family of kang taehyun cried over his casket.
“babe. stop joking around…he wasn’t the best. but he’s dead. at least show some respect.” jay whispered back, his expression never changing. jay disliked taehyun more than anyone else. he was a jerk. ruining his life as much as he could was all taehyun did.
but nonetheless, taehyun had been in accident. so it wasn’t a shock that heeseung, taehyun’s brother, sent the two of you an invitation to the funeral.
you wanted to feel bad. you really did. but the way he had made it his life mission to ruin your boyfriend’s life wouldn’t let you.
“why? he never showed you any.” you said rather loudly. but you listened. mustering the saddest eyes you could when the two of you were handed blue roses. being asked to say your last goodbyes. so you did.
“goodbye…asshole.” jay couldn’t help but let out a small grin when he heard you. he found it cute, how much you cared for him. he never liked to let people step over him. but somehow taehyun always came back to try again. so he stopped caring.
you never did. you had picked multiple fights with the dead man yourself. sending him threats, which were empty most of them time.
but it was the thought that mattered.
“that’s my girl.” he mumbled, stepping back into the crowd of people. the light slap on your asscheek making you smile.
the two of you stood in the back. unable to feel pity for taehyun. leaning into his chest as he backhugged you. you looked down at his hands that were caressing your belly. focusing on the watch that adorned his wrists.
he looked awfully good for a funeral. but it was jay so you couldn’t be too stunned. his all black suit. the watch. his hair. and of course, his perfect face.
you could feel the blood rushing up to your cheeks. “babe…is there a bathroom?” you asked him, looking up at him with those eyes. those eyes that let him know how much you wanted him. how much you craved him.
jay couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. he expected this from you. “there is. would you like me to take you, love?” he whispered in your ear. his fingers pushing your hair off your soft shoulders. he was teasing you.
you nodded quickly, trying to hide the wide grin that was spreading across your face. grabbing onto his arms as he led you to the small bathroom that was in the venue.
“you know…heeseung hyung won’t be so happy if we miss the burying part.” he said, shaking his head as he pushed you into the bathroom.
the white walls contrasted the black outfits the two of you wore. “heeseung’s already not happy. i doubt he’ll notice that we’re gone.” you replied, grabbing onto the older’s tie.
“you have a point.” jay was already picking you up. hands gripping the back of your thighs before setting you down on the counter. making sure you wouldn’t fall into the sink.
“i always have a point.” you started, pulling him to you. not wanting to waste time you kissed the taller harshly. your red lipstick was visible on his own lips. your hands undoing his belt. “you really shouldn’t look this good at a funeral, jongseong.”
“you do this regardless of how i look, baby.” he teased, watching as your dress rode up in the mirror. this was just like the family dinner the two of you had been to a few days ago.
you couldn’t help it. jay was just so…tempting. and no one can resist temptation. “just a quick one.” you mumbled, getting off the counter to pull off the black lace panties you’d worn for the occasion.
jay’s eyes scanned your body. smirking as he turned you around so you could see the two of your in the mirror. bending you over the marbles counter. not forgetting to give your ass those slaps you enjoyed so much.
the mischievous smile that was on your face made jay smile. “jay-ah, don’t tease me today. we don’t have time.” you reminded, whimpering at his hands played with your wet folds.
he always took time to admire how wet you were. how quickly he could turn you on. but he nodded, pulling his hardening dick out. he loved feeling himself grow hard inside you. not wasting time to push himself inside you.
the synchronized moan the two of you let out was impressive. “can’t fucking believe you’re making me fuck you during a funeral, y/n.”
as much as you went to say a snarky comment; you were too focused on not making noise as jay began thrusting inside you. your eyes rolling back at the sensations that were spreading through your body.
“feels good? hmm?” he asked, watching as you bit your lips to stop yourself from being loud. your eyes rolling back was always a beautiful sight. all of you was a beautiful sight.
“so good. fuck…” your whimpering couldn’t be muffled with just your teeth. everything was too loud. the wet noises from your kitty. the skin slapping. jay’s low moans. you.
”i wish he could see how much of a slut you were during his funeral. wouldn’t that be nice?” you didn’t answer. you didn’t have to. your walls that clenched around him gave him his answer. “so dirty, baby.”
jay’s praises always made you go crazy. letting out a high-pitched moan as he praised you. you knew this wasn’t a situation that let you be as loud as you liked.
luckily jay knew that. his hand coming up to cover your mouth harshly. “shut the fuck up. do you want everyone to hear how much a whore you are?” he asked, manhandling you just how you liked it.
his free hand pulling you up by your hair. that didn’t stop you from nodding at his question. “of course you do.” he shook his head. “don’t taint my fucking image because you can’t control yourself.” he threatened.
he ignored your muffled pleads. his hips snapping faster against yours. “don’t get my suit dirty, y/n. you won’t see the end of it.” his voice was low as he didn’t want anyone to hear what was happening on the other side of the door.
you could only nod as his hand didn’t let you speak. eyes making eye contact in the foggy mirror. you wanted to let him know that you were close. giving the inside of his hand a small bite.
”hold it. i’m not close.”
you watched as his eyebrows furrowed. how he bit his lips. how he watched himself go in and out of you. fuck he was so sexy.
his moans were growing louder as your kitty began clenching faster against him. “fuck baby. wait a little longer.” he wanted to finish with you. he always did.
you nodded, shutting your eyes tightly. you knew your drool was smothering the inside of his hand. you knew your mascara was a mess. you knew your lipstick was smeared. but you didn’t care.
you knew jay was on the verge of cumming when his thrusting got faster. when they got harder. when he got louder. fuck, you loved it all.
”go baby. cum for me, princess.” he pulled out of you. finishing all over your black dress. watching as your kitty oozed out your milky substance. jay loved watching how your pussy blew out such beautiful white cum.
the two of you were out of breath. the mirror was fogged up. feeling the older’s hand turn you around to set you on the sink once again. making sure to clean the two of you well.
“i wasn’t too loud…right?” you asked, biting your finger. “i don’t think so, baby. we’re good.” jay didn’t forget to place a small kiss on your forehead before letting you stand up.
”and i’ll be keeping these.” he said, stuffing the black lace panties in his pocket. “memories.” the two of your broke out into laughter. giving each other small kisses as he pressed you against the wall.
”babe, we should head out before they notice.” you whispered, pushing him away lightly. “right…i forgot we were even here.” he fixed his tie and hair one more time before unlocking the door.
“wait! come here.” you grabbed his face, wiping off the smudged lipstick on his lips. “there.” lacing your arms together as you walked out.
instantly meeting with heeseung, who had a done expression on his face. “really? during tae’s funeral? i’m not even shocked. just disappointed.” his arms were crossed.
”in my defense! she threw herself at me!”
“what?”
oh jay was so gonna get when the two of you get home.