filthy rich spoiled reader who gets himself taught a lesson by alessio in his room while also being scared about getting caught by anyone at the estate. (alessio does NOT give a fuck)
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you grew up in the comfort parts of society. high class in comparison to the rest. but what happens when you start finding yourself messing with the leader of a rebel group? well, your bratty nature lands you in a bit of a predicament. bent over in your bedroom while the outlaw himself rails you dumb.Β
βTalk to me, tesoro. Thought thatβs all youβre good for?β
Your tie mocks the strain of your wrists, wrapped tight in a bound to your arching spine. The painful curve induced by an even tighter hand locked in your hair. Tugging every time you hang your head to let your tears of overwhelm hit the floor.
Youβll be clad in long sleeves and turtlenecks for the rest of the week with the bruises, hickies and plethora of bites all over your skin. None of that compared to the constant, hammering feel of his hips. Snapping into the backs of your thighs. Once, twice, thrice.
What is air? A luxury at this point. None of your riches could compare. Not when his swollen tip slams into that devastating bundle of nerves. Your lower lip falls from your teeth. Much like your erect dick bouncing aimlessly with every jerk of a thrust.
βOh, but - I suppose Iβm wrong, right?β Damn that deep croon to your ear. And the tickle of his dark curls on your cheekbone while youβre at it. But how could any of him crawl to the pits with the heaven that he sends you to?
Bent over in your own room. Feet between his shoes. Held like you weigh a feather as he chases bruises on your soft thighs. The claps of wet skin bounce off the walls. Merged with moans. Whines. Strangled gasps.
βYouβre also good at taking cock.β
Punctuated with a harsh spank to your ass. Emerald eyes catch the ripple across your skin. He mimics it further by slamming all the way. Grinding. Humping. Any shallow slam to rub on your weak spot and huff struggled breathe from drooling lips.
But thatβs not all from the wave of heated breath. A quivered: βSh-Shut - shut uuppp -β carries in your pants. Tongue once confidently in spits of insult and disrespect now slobbers saliva all over your pristine floor. βY-Youβre a nuisance. An eyesore - a - f-fuchk-!β
Your dick twitches in the large hand squeezed around the base. His fingers are just as skilled as his hips. Cruel pumps and jerks that squirt your cum to the floor with a strangled noise bobbed from your Adamβs apple. All Alessio can do is flash a grin you catch a glimpse of in the mirror at your side. Before both palms snatch your waist and shove you back on his cock that he tames great pleasure in fucking into you faster. Harder. So that the slapping of skin rings through your ears like a sinful, broken record.
βP-Please - please o-oh god - fuckfuckfuck -β
What more can you do but arch? The lift of your spine shoves your ass into his pelvis. He takes it as an invitation to hold you firm against it since you clearly offered. Slam up into you until his balls greet your supple flesh with taps and smacks.
βP-People. . . βre gonna hear. Y-You jer- ah!β Another squeeze round your dick for your big mouth. Have you learnt nothing? Not that this is much of a learning experience if you can barely think.
The only thought running through your mind is the stretch of his big cock. The kiss of his veins on all your sweet spots. Their thrum. Your nerves on clear overdrive when he digs a calloused thumb into your tip and strokes until youβre teary.
Youβll squirt his palm all over again if he continues. No that he cares with the rough bucks that he fucks against your quivering hips. The deep chuckle from his throat would have have itched your palms to smack him. Alas, all you could do was wish to cling at his shoulders. Scrape down his back as he pounded you so full.
The creaking of floorboards constantly snapped your fucked-out mind from the depths of overstimulation. Were servants stepping closer. Or worse - your family?
Youβd have no time to care when Alessio would withdraw to the tip then slam forward and hit your sweetspot dead on. Brimming tears to your eyes and a groan from the depths of his throat. Those emerald hues flicker to the ring of cream round his cock and he grins through sweat-drenched tresses. βWhat, theyβll hear? Hear you gettinβ pounded by an outlaw?β
He snaps his hips forward at that. With a power that jerks your poor body. The gasp fleeing your lips melts into a whimper when his fingers choose cruelty to your hair again. Twisting you to face the mirror as his free hand drops to your hip. A smack. A squeeze. Before heβs fucking you back into him like a ragdoll. Shoes planted firmly to the floor as he effortlessly uses your body like a sleeve.
βSee what a whore you are? Cumminβ all over your fuckinβ floor and messing up this βexpensive fabricβ?β
His teeth tear into the collar of your shirt. If it werenβt for your tongue hanging out youβd cuss at him. Alas you are too preoccupied with being his little cumdump as he pumps you full once more.
Youβd think heβd slow down after his second time spraying your gummy walls white. If anything it rejuvenates his punishing thrusts and turns your thighs to putty as he hammers at a sinful rhythm. Squeezing cum from the both of you and running it down your wobbly legs.
Alessioβs laugh is almost as callous as his hand that snaps around your jaw. βLook at yourself baby. First time taking cock like this? Yeah? Spoilt lilβ rich boy doesnβt know shit βbout the real world.β
Softness encases your front. The first in several minutes of being his tight toy. It fades with his heavy weight crushing you into the mattress after the outlaw shoved you into your sheets. Knees knocking yours apart to make way for the barrage of his mercilessly thrusts.
βA-Ah - ah-ah-ah!β Your eyes cross at the centre. He shoves your head to the linen. Another spank. Another grab at your poor, jiggling ass. He spreads you open for his imagination to picture it. Picture his veiny cock splitting you into two. Your tight rim struggling and crying around every inch. Not to mention his cum fucking out of you with every rabid hump.
βThaβs it, yeah pretty boy. Yeah take it. Fucking whore.β His grunts drip with mockery that pours to your neck with his rough kisses. Your dick grinds and rubs into the linen. Great. Another mess to worry about later. When you come down from the high. Stuffed full of his cum and unable to stop the tremble of your thighs. βImagine it. βmagine them coming in - hah - seeing this - seeing you -β
The only thing to stop Alessioβs malicious laugh is the clench of your walls. He smacks your ass again in reprimand. A grunt soon follows. βNow that your ass βs nice βn full. . . apologise.β Another slam to your sweetspot.
And still, despite your eyes rolling back. Ass getting pounded for all your worth. Who knows how many concerned servants covering their ears through the halls β you wheeze.
βF-Fuck - angh - f-fuck you - fuck you, a-and - and every - god - βm n-not sorry-β
Your dick gets a break from the rough rubs of linen when the warm of his fingers encase it after a hand squeezes past your front flushed to the mattress. His thumb goes back to what it does best. Swirling around your tip. Squeezing the slit.
But this time he samples your sticky slick. Savors the feel of it between his fingers. Before heβs shoving your sweetness into your mouth. The pads of his index and middle press on your tongue, just as heβs pressing into the spot that makes you gurgle a sob.
βYou taste that, you fuckinβ brat?β The hiss to your ear follows a thrust of his fingers. He hits the back of your throat with no care for how much you slobber all over his hand. βThatβs you. Cumming like a fucking whore for me. Now lest you donβt wanna be dumped off in your foyer all creamed up and shaky. Apologise.β
The harsh ram of his cock at an angle tells you heβs not above humiliating you. After all, whatβs it to him if a spoilt rich boy gets humiliated by his servants?
Youβre the one constantly seeking him out. Youβre the one who engages the flirts and mockeries flung across the bar of the Contraire. Youβre the one who sneaks out every other day to suck off a serial killer when your parents arenβt looking.
Once heβs done finger-fucking your mouth, he withdraws with a trail of drool attached to his nail beds. Long digits grip your jaw and force your head up. So that he can hear your pretty, pitiful gasps as he shallowly pounds you sore.
βI-I - βm - s-sorry -β
βWhat was that?β
A squeeze to your throat. You gurgle on your spit and limp your head in his hold. Submit to the endless ramming of his hips into yours. Your tummy twisting and insides flaring as you cum a fourth - fifth - sixth time. βIβm - iiiβmm so- sβrry - sorry-! Alessio-!β
Heβs creaming you again. Stuffing you full and squirting some out to your rippling thighs and bedsheets. If only to chase after another release with the way he starts ploughing you into the sheets. His chuckle hoarse and rough like his teeth clamping on your ear.
βThere we go. Finally acting like a good - mnn - fucking slut. Proud of you baby.β
Get ready to be flipped and pounded into the mattress with strong arms hooking your knees. Folding you in half. Making you his pretty boy toy to take his cock. A rich boy so full of cum from an outlaw. A man you should disgust.
One you canβt stop squeezing round the cock of.
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Cautions/Warnings: Handjobs, Public sex , spit as lube, Sub!Top Nam-gyu, short, he just wants your hand on his dick.
βS-slow down ..β A stuttered whisper reached your ears, coming in and out the other. Paying no mind to the whimpering man you had in your hand, keeping alert to anyone who would dare to look over.
You would laugh ,if you werenβt so hot and bothered also. Giving a man a hand job under such circumstances was, risky. Especially if he wouldnβt just shut up.
Pre- cum mixed with spit dribbled down his length, your fingers gripping around the mess, creating a friction of lube. The sound was filthy, urging you on to continue.
ββholy -shi-β He was heavy in your hand, dick twitching in your hold, hips moving upwards, trying to get an angle. If you were both caught.. β- Shut up-β tightly gripping him, stalling movements. βbefore i stuff your mouth with my dick..β
Maybe he would like that, considering the way he moaned, palm muffling sounds. Deciding some mercy for the poor guy , hand slowly continuing, fingers forming into an βoβ shape.
Teary eyed, black hair stuck to his forehead, hips bucking into you, plunging in and out your grip. Legs trembling, hands held on to the sheets he sat on.
And you watched every bit, eyes seemingly remembering every huff that left him. βYouβre doing so good ,all for me.β Licking your lips, maintaining eye contact, if you could call it that.
The otherβs eyes were fluttering, fighting to keep open.More like, flickering eyes.
Arching his back, pleasure shooting through his body, speeding up his pace. βP-pleaseββ muttering into his hand.
Smiling, gripping around him before matching his pace, your other hand slithering its way to his hips, pushing down ,halting his movements.
Hand slipping up and down, toying with the tip messily. βCβmon-β smoothing the manβs bare hip with your free hand.
It was too quiet in this place, despite the sound of slick bouncing off the walls. You wouldnβt be surprised if anyone was watching.
He was twitching in your hold, hips stuttering upwards, searching for release. βImβclose-β
Speeding up your hand, gripping and holding. Eyes locked on the way his face tightened.
Warm liquid fell down your hand, some of it getting on your tracksuit, staining the shirt. Removing your hand , the stickiness following.
Bringing it towards your face. βAy-β nudging the blissed out man, snapping him out of his daze with your shove. β Dare me to-β tongue dashing out, eyebrows wiggling ,teasing.
βWhat- no-no..β he was being quiet, but shocked fluttered him to shout just a tiny bit, causing a few heads to turn. Despite his efforts to stop you, ignoring every bit of him.
Lapping at your hand like a starved kitten. Slurping your middle finger, popping off with a grin. A few drops of him laid across your chin. He eyed that with hunger.
βThanks for dinner, bro.β The word βbroβ could make you both laugh,and it did. Trying the best to keep silence. Flinging your head to the mattress, gripping the pillow.
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How are you doing hun? Iβve been thinking about writing on tumblerβ you along with other people write really well and Iβm tempted to join inβ
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Cautions/Warnings: Filmed sex, threesome, anal sex, blowjobs , coming untouched, cum as lube, straight up jorkin it, no plot.
A/n: i saw people shipping them, and honestly this is an excuse to just have them fuck you!! Ps canβt rlly tell whoβs who so.. use your imagination to its fullestπ€
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The shining light burned into your skin, leaving your eyes dazed, becoming dizzy under the gleam.
Pieces of your hair fluttered down, the locks becoming the only thing you could see.
βMmhβ look here ,babyβ a finger gripped your jaw, tilting you upwards. The tall silhouette of a man, dressed comfortable rather than the fancy suits he owned.
You couldnβt really comprehend what he said, too busy trying to keep still on your feet, the swift air behind you becoming faster and faster. Hearing the sound of slick becoming more pronounced.
βStay still fβfor me.β The stuttering came from behind you, easily identifying the other man. It wasnβt long ,before he spilled himself onto your , spread, cheeks. Hands gripping it open, the warm liquid leaking down to your thighs.
A groan broke the silence, having no idea who did that, maybe both. Watching as the camera panned to behind you, the light finally moving away. Red dots appeared your vision, sight adjusting. βFuck- thatβs perfect.β
Becoming flushed, legs wobbly as a finger probed you open. Camera capturing the way you clenched down, the digit slowly moving, cum smearing your ass. Breathless moans left you, the feeling of just one finger was enough.
One became two, and then three. Each of them stretching you open. The sound filled your ears, making you grimace. βAlways tight-β a harsh thrust , β βno matter how much we fuck your greedy ass.β Grabbing the nearest thing to balance yourself . Gripping a pair of grey joggers, the man who was recording everything.
βCanβt wait? , slut.β The words they fed you made you impossibly harder, dick twitching in the air.
Deeming you ready, the fingers pulled out. Being teased with his tip, coating itself in the cream, before nestling in you. Eyes shut , fingers twitching from how hard you gripped, the pain turned into pleasure as the pace was set.
Skin on skin was prominent, sweat beading down your head, hair sticking to you. Blissfully unaware of the presence Infront of you. The sound of pants dropping had you open your eyes. The sight of the others length sat Infront of you.
βOpen up.β You didnβt have to, the man behind you fucked hard, body leaping without any effort from you, mouth falling into an βoβ. No time to close before he invaded your mouth. Muffling the moans, sending vibrations.
βA-ah.. β hips stuttering in your mouth, β βyou fit us so good.β Both of your holes stretched to its max, being reduced to a cum dump. Fingers gripped your hair, massaging it before the grip tightened. The thrusts you received , had you gagging on the man Infront of you.
Spitting dribbling down your chin, swallowing around his cock. Being used from both ends, feeling stuffed. Your own dick had no attention to it, left to bobble from force. Whines left you, the pressure in you growing bigger.
A slap landed behind you, skin jiggling from impact, camera hosted to get the angles right. βJust for us-β another hit, skin turning flush. β βnobody else will have you.β Moans spluttered out of you, with no room to breathe.
The dick Infront you had set a pace, both of them bringing you back and forth , playing tug of war with you. Setting a rhythm. His tip kept hitting the back of your throat, definitely leaving a mark. Tongue swirling around him. Groans heard from both ends.
You did the best you could to help them release into you, clenching and unclenching. The grip in your hair loosening up before starting up again. Hands spread you open, his eyes locked on the way you ate his dick, watching it disappear before reappearing, his leftover cream creating slick.
Bubbles formed around your mouth, drool making it easier to face fuck you. β So pretty like this-β praises went straight to your dick. A hand slithered to your throat, coming from behind. Gripping it impossibly tight, had you seeing stars. The flash from before appearing before you, the light sweeping through your eye lids.
βShow the world- β hand loosening,β βHow cock drunk you are..β grip returning, you had no idea how desperate you look right now. You felt like you were suffocating, the cock nestled in you had tears spilling down. Eyes red , face bright pink. Ready for the world to see.
They both became sloppy, the slaps hitting you from both ends became sluggish. Your own arousal tightening up. βF-fuck.β Hands gripping your waist, another pair, still, held your locks of hair. Left to a moaning mess under their touch.
You came undone before them, making a mess on the stainless floor.
Their hips stuttering, both coming to a halt, nestling inside you.
Warmth spread inside you, both releasing. Forcing you to swallow, feeling stuffed to the core. The cum overflowing, dripping down to the floor. The stickiness coating your thighs again.
He pulled out, heaviness leaving your mouth , letting you breathe,taking a gulp of air. Behind you, the other laid himself across your back , you squirmed under the hold. Eyes open, watching the man in-front tuck himself away.
It was quiet, the silence was nice, giving you guys recovery. Being lifted into a comfortable position , melting into the sheets of the bed.
A knock echoed the room, one of the two answering.
βPlease..β a middle aged women , dressed in the cliche maid outfit. βFor the sake of us.. keep it down!-β making her to slam the door, officially leaving you guys alone.
Cautions/Warnings: Latex sex, vaginal fingering, edging, squirting, use of cunt and pussy , semi-public sex, no plot jumping straight to it.
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The sound of desperation danced the walls of a fancy darkened limo, your knees shaking from holding up for so long, nearly giving out.
Jolts of pleasure swept through you, throwing your head back, letting yourself get lost in temporarily bliss.
Teeth scrapped your throat, dragging up and down, red thrash marks adorning the flesh.
You could hear your own wetness, two fingers covered in latex plunging in and out of your cunt, the absurd sound of squelching unmistakable.
The cold sensation hitting your spot every-time, ripping pure sobs outta you. Clenching your thighs around the manβs lap you sat in, locking him in.
βDoing so good for me, arenβt you?β He was dazed by the way your hole kept sucking in his fingers, spreading yourself on the digits, fluids flowing onto the rubber.
Frantically nodding your head , chorus of βyesβs fumbling out of your plucked lips. The arousal pooled your stomach, each time flowing closer and closer.
Yelping when a swift thumb circled your clit, the stimulation leaving you a babbling mess, pleading for it. βM-more!β
Adding pressure to the little bundle of nerves, feeling your warm gummy walls clench around him, letting out a groan at the tightness.
The urge to fuck into you raw, spilling his seed in you, was desirable. He couldnβt do that now, not when you were already so undone by his mere finger. It could wait.
He kept driving his middle and ring finger into you, drinking up the way you trembled in his hold. He watched the way your hips rolled, trying to create more friction.
Pulling out before you could release, leaving you to clench around nothing.
Whines escaped you, missing the feeling of him. βPleasee..β fluttering your lashes, managing the best pity looked face you could bear.
You could feel yourself pulsing, could feel the pad of the glove just an inch away. The other man was quiet, unexpectedly calm, despite his own desire to eat you out right then and there.
Slowly, his finger slide its way back into you. Biting down your lip, agyonizily waiting.
βGo ahead,β Looking downwards , the sight of his fingers nestled in you . β Fuck yourself with them.β
He spoke like he was ordering coffee for fuck sakes.
Frustrated was evident upon a glance at your flushed face, beads of sweat clinging to the locks of hair.
Hips stuttering as you began to grind, bringing yourself up and down. Movements shy , before the craving for release took on.
Leeching yourself to his neck, settling on nibbling the fabric that covered the flesh. βFuckββ
Curling his finger inside you, letting you do the work before matching your pace.
The familiar feeling of pressure loosening inside your stomach, told you that you were close. Gripping down onto him, wetness slipping down the glove.
Everything became sloppy, your legs shaking from pleasure, moaning into the air. βOhβ P-pleaseββ hands gripping the other manβs broad shoulders.
He urged you on, βCome on babyββ thrusting his fingers in and out ,with such a pace you knew you could see his veins if he wasnβt wearing said gloves.
Warm wetness coated him, liquid dripping down onto the pants he wore, ultimately soaking it with your mess.
He pulled out ,letting the juices flow, slapping your pussy enough to have you shaking as you rode the high.
Becoming limp in his hold, knees digging into leather, hugging him tightly. Muttering a βsorryβ about his pants.
His glove was long off, gently patting your head , whispering itβs alright as long as youβre relieved.
Rocking you back and forth subconsciously, the silence lasted a minute before he said a few of your favourite words.
βYou hungry?β That made you jump up, throwing your pants back on, ignoring the way you wobbled up.
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Cautions/Warnings: Praise kink, Enemies to (not) lovers, Teasing, Hair pulling, hand job, Dae-ho pops a boner and youβre the most decent person to help.
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Pain swirled inside your ankle, a purple mark forming there. You just had to twist it , didnβt you.
the previous game left a huge mark on you, a large turning compartment in the middle of the room.
Mingle, thatβs what it was called.
People fighting for their lifeβs, shoving and pushing innocent (or not) people into the ground, that includes you.
Getting slammed to the hard ground froze you on the spot, the pain coming in waves.
You would had died. If it wasnβt for the man , whom you had bothered the past days of being in this hell hole, saved you.
Getting out of his own way to drag your limp body into the blood covered room.
Dae-ho, Cheery despite the situation, cracking jokes but remains serious when needed. You didnβt know him outside these games, but being divided into two groups, βx and oβ , you had no choice but to dislike them.
You voted to stay inside the games, the debt and reality of the outside world crashing down on you. It was stupid , voting for your own death.
You had every reason to thank him endlessly for giving you another chance at life, bowing towards him.
Despite the brawls the two of you got in, he shook the past aside , reassuring that βyou would do the same for him.β
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The bed you resided on was comfortable enough to rest on, the metal underneath the thin material digging into you.
The state your foot was left in wasnβt half bad , considering it had been a couple hours since then.
The bruise still contrast to your skin.
Rice mushing around your mouth, the flavour dull as you could taste the fork more than the food.
Swashing it down with a bottle of milk.
Your bottom became sore after sitting on it for the past hours , during the time passing you had been accept into this little group.
Diverse people combined into one alliance, to stop the games. The new faces marking a memory in your head.
A few of them offering their bread and milk towards you and another young girl.
Flustered under their gazes, smiling accepting the offer with a thanks.
Sluggishly nibbling the crust, zoning in and out of conversations. You tried your best to not get attached to them, dreadfully knowing sooner or later youβll all die.
Despite the Traumatic scenes that unfolded Infront of all of you, one person lifted the mood.
The smiling marine kept making advances towards you, keeping you company.It was sweet, the two of you talking about the past and hopes for whatever future you could get.
Guilt crept at you, apologizing for the harm you caused.
βThis place can make a person crazy.β Patting your upper thigh as he spoke,β I donβt blame you, we were on different sides only trying to survive.β His gaze felt heavy, lowering your own head, attention drifting to the ,used to be, white shoes.
βIf I could..β stammering the words out,β In any way- I would repay you.β Your leg involuntary bouncing.
He paid no response, staring off into the distance, eyes glinting with uncertainty.
The silence between you guys hadnβt flatter, even with the voices and shouts in the background.
You guys sat like that until an announcement rang, lights dimming as the hallway lights shined through, casting a glow just enough to navigate.
Having the need to stay up, you accepted the challenge of fighting sleep to keep watch. Nestling yourself in between two bunk beds.
The night rolling on , countless snores and conversations could be heard.
An hour in of keeping guard, flinching when a hand slapped your shoulder, suddenly becoming aware of your surroundings.
Dramatically exhaling as the familiar face appeared before you. βAh..you scared me.β
A nervous chuckle left him, slotting himself beside you. He felt off, energy leeching off of him.
You had notice the way he slumped, eyes twitching to get a glimpse of you, fingers digging into his pants.
Neither of you spoke, stealing βriskyβ glances towards each other. It went on like that , before he finally got the courage to voice his thoughts.
βI .. have a problem..β concern adorned you, had he been hurt last game? , whispering your question.
Getting a shake of a head left you wondering what happened. βI was just thinking..you were the only one who could help.β
Biting his lip, gulping as he muttered.
Barely hearing it, kindly asking him to speak up a bit.
Locking his eyes onto you, β Itβs.. uhm-β cutting himself off, licking his lips as a habit.
Letting the quietness settle before speaking, β D-down..theree.β Dragging the βeβ to a halt.
Huh.. taking a peak downwards, curiosity getting the better of you. Eyes slightly widening, catching the bulge between his legs. Wow.
Now..what would a rational person do in this situation. Kindly turn down the offer. But you were not rational.
Turning your body to the side, bringing your gaze to his face, making eye contact.
It had suddenly become too hot in this place. Feeling your face tingling from his attention.
βOh..β there was practically butterflies swooning inside you, he wants you to help him.
He was quick to apologize for making you uncomfortable, steadily getting up, bowing towards you. He knew he shouldnβt have asked..
But before he could get away , a hand grabbed onto his loose shirt, pulling the other closer to you.
The feeling of arousal pooling inside you, whispering so that no one but you two could hear.
βI would love to help you.β Was it the fact you pitted him for popping a boner out of all places, maybe , he was rather cute, a perfect face to be ruined by you.
He was shocked to say the least, trying to regain composure only to be pushed to the bed farthest away.
You kept on your feet , despite just recovering from the injury you endured,while he was seated.
Greedy hands exploring his body, flushed face inches away from you. He was so close to your lips he can feel your breath.
It was awkward in the moment, as he never was this close to you, he shyly thanked you for doing this for him.
You could only smile, the soft lights shining both of you, silhouettes dancing on the walls.
muttering , βI told you I would repay you..β eyes wandering across his face, noticing every detail you could drink up.
Becoming shy under such gaze, the other melted into the comfort of the bed.
Trailing your hands downwards, ruffling the stained tracksuit. Your body moving with your hands, dropping to your knees.
The soft thud bouncing off the arena, the rough floor digging into the your flesh.
He was like jelly under your touch, folding as skilled hands gripped his waist, every touch riling him up more.
Breathe fawning his clothed bulge, it was like you were examining him. He peered at you, mouth agape.
He nearly yelped as you lunged frontwards, throwing his palm to silence the sounds.
You sat there knees spread slightly aprat, mouthing the fabric, saliva seeping through the material, the warm wetness lubricating himself.
His other hand shakily made its way to your head, softly resting on the head of hair. You didnβt want it just sitting there.
Roughly grabbing his fingers to thread the locks, swapping your tongue out to cause a reaction out of him, the sensation made his fingers grip.
Muffled apologies hidden behind his palm, neck tense from how he contained himself.
You continued to torment the poor guy, keeping his junk in his pants. He was frustrated and sensitive to the touch.
Mouth kept working towards him, pants dark from the amount of spit on it, outlining his length.
He couldnβt even do anything about it, he couldnβt scream and beg you to touch him, that would end bad.
Left to squirm and whine in his seat.
After you felt decent about your work, pulling yourself away, admiring him.
βTry to be quiet, ay?β It was a statement, you couldnβt have him moaning into the air, not when you knew the other people now.
Shoving your hand into the tracksuit, slipping through the others boxers,
Feeling the pre-cum drip down along with your spit, creating the perfect natural lube.
Steadily dragging downwards and up, purring sweet nothings, β Aw, hold on a little longer..β slipping up and down, fastening the pace. βYouβre doing so good for me.β
Your words went straight to his head, not the one on-top his shoulders.
The hand he chose to mouth on had a red mark, the other settled into your locks of hair, tightening and letting loose.
Sounds of desperation could be heard if someone listened too intently.
It was too much , the soft padding of your hand left him a mess. You kept reducing the speed before fastening it up, the stimulation was overbearing.
Finger playing with his angry tip, the touch as light as a feather, yet it had him stuttering. βMm- m-more..β
He was heavy in your hand, was practically throbbing.
β You deserve it ..donβt you?β You were playing with him, watching the desperate head nods.
Continuing to stoke him, leading him to Chase his high , thrusting into your hand.
Bed ever so slightly squeaking with the weight of his body moving up and down.
You let him rut into you like a dog, his hair tie loosening up, hair pieces flowing out.
You let him rock his hips in your hold, only choosing to add pressure back and forth.
Dick twitching, incoherent words stammering into the air. βPlease.. Iβm so c-close..β
Taking pity, you began to move with him, lining the timing perfectly.
He basically humped your hand, gripping your hair , moving you along with him. Letting him to use your body.
His stomach held a pit that kept growing, throwing his head backwards, biting his hand to keep silent.
The body movement he made told you he was close, moving your hand the fastest you can, the sounds encouraging you onward.
He spoke your name like a prayer, face flushed with the amount of heat he felt, the urge to just say fuck it and throw you onto the bed.
Heβd be lying if he said he didnβt wanna do that, despite all the people. Images flashed through him, he didnβt think he could imagine such things.
Your mouth on him as he fucked your face, he would be the one setting the pace, not you.
He could feel himself twitch.
Breathe ragged as he let himself spill into you, pulsing in your hand, body becoming limp in the hold.
Sitting there before slowly moving, long breaths leaving him.
The feeling of your hand leaving, taking the warmth with you. He whimpered from lost of contact like a kicked puppy.
Instead of wiping the evidence away, you decided to lick at it, swirling the liquid away into your warm mouth.
He was left agape , eyes focused on the way your tongue came out to lap it up, head tilted towards him, fluttering your eyes at him.
Thatβs one way to get rid of it.
The saltiness was bittersweet.
Latching off with a pop, moving to your feet, legs sore from sitting down. Guiding the other into you, lips finding his.
Nipping at him, slotting your tongue inside , letting the taste of bitterness sweep all over.
Moans vibrated through the both of you, hands finding what it can to ground into.
A shout had you yanking away, fearing you had hurt the other man.
βI didnβt see anything.β Slowly turning to the side, making eye contact you didnβt want to make with the most nonchalant man you ever met.
Greeting him with a ,βGood morning Young-il..β
You didnβt expect that scream to lead to that face.
I got fics saved in my drafts that im tryna finish , one Iβll be finished tomorrow ( cough cough dae-ho fic ) life is busy rn gotta lock inπβΌοΈ
