⟶ summary: so maybe, if you think about it, you might be in love with your best friend, but you swear it doesn’t mean anything. you’re still just friends. nothing more, nor less.
⟶ warnings: yeonjun finally makes an appearance lol, messy idiots in love we been knew tho, oc said many thoughts head full and is v insecure :(, alcohol mentions, multiple sex scenes, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, face riding, finger sucking, fingering, clit play, breast play/fondling, ass play, riding, missionary, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, marking, aftercare!!!
⟶ note: this is part three to body talk !!! it can’t really be read on it’s own so i highly recommend checking out the first two parts!
also tagging @rockwithwoo as usual bc she always hears me crying about this fic and puts up with it ty chelle hehe 💛
The thing about your relationship with Wooyoung is that it’s always been a sort of blurred line, in that boundaries with him never really existed.
Maybe that’s always been a given, when you consider the amount of things he will do for you wholeheartedly at a moment’s notice and vice versa. Secrets around each other aren’t really a thing, instead embracing the whole and unabashed truth because that’s what best friends do. It’s a testament to your closeness with him, all the ways in which your friendship with him sometimes may seem a little too close.
‘One more . . .’ Jongho thought to himself, one more button and he’ll finally be done. After six hours of continuous work he’ll finally have time to stretch and relax. His back slumped over his paper-filled desk, a half empty mug of now cold coffee stood by the edge, and his macbook situated right in between it all.
The young man navigated through the webpage, having already attached his perfected and proofread essay, in search of the blue rectangular submit button. He was more than ready to get over it at long last.
Click
He’s done. He did it, his final paper submitted and left to be graded (no doubt with above average scores). Now he can finally relax.
The brunet throws his arms up in the air, careful not to knock over the mug sitting idly beside him. He stretches his work-shy muscles and releases a loud groan. The bones of his neck snap and pop with every twist and turn he makes, and after a minute of his bone popping session he finally leans back on his chair all lax and worry free.
Jongho slouches lower onto his seat until his head rests at the backrest, staying in the said form for a solid 5 minutes with his eyes closed and tossing all the memories that involved his essay into the back burner. With his breath slowly getting calmer, the man contemplates taking a nap before cleaning up; but he absolutely hates the image of papers strewn everywhere across his desk and he’s pretty sure that mug of coffee will get knocked over one way or another if he doesn’t put it away right now.
With a heavy sigh that induces a high rise from his chest, the brunet sluggishly slides off his seat with intentions of gathering his notes and throwing them into a large manila envelope he found lying in one of his drawers. With the papers put away and his half empty mug in hand, he heads to the kitchen when the sudden memory of you comes into mind.
He recalls the last message you sent to him as he treks towards the sink, his sock clad feet padding on the tiled floors.
You: good morning love <3
You: i hope you slept well last night :>
You: actually no i hope you actually slept at all ):<
You: i know you’ve been busting your ass on that essay but make sure to sleep alright?
You: I Love You <33
Jongho hasn't had the chance to respond since he woke up this morning frazzled on his desk on top of his binders; the rings of his notebook had left red marks on his cheek from where he rested it for the 5 minute turned 2 hour ‘nap’ he decided to take in between his tasks. The deadline wasn’t in 2 days, but to be fair, Jongho doesn’t like chasing due dates.
After he briefly washes his mug, the young man unplugs his phone from the charger to move into his bedroom for his desired nap. A long sigh escapes Jongho’s plump lips when he finally has the chance to rest his entire body on his comfy bed, nice and soft, warm and fluffy bed. Sleep tugs at his eyelids but he fights the urge to fully succumb into slumber in favour of responding to your texts, which were sent around 3 hours ago.
Haribo: hey love, I’m finally done with the essay, yay~
Haribo: I didn’t exactly ‘sleep’ last night, I fell asleep for 2 hours and woke up panicked. But that’s over now, I’m gonna take a nap for about an hour. You can come over if you want, I kind of miss you or whatever.
Haribo: I Love You Too ❤️
You smile down at your phone, ‘or whatever’ you read off the last text you received. In true Jongho fashion, he never fails to hide(or try to, rather) his overwhelming love for you. It’s all in lightheartedness though, you’re well aware of your boyfriend’s personality and way of affection, it’s what makes him Jongho and why you love him so much.
You decide to give him time for his well deserved nap, giving you time to tidy up as well. Your morning wasn’t quite as productive as your lover’s, but you managed to get a couple things done before noon and that was enough for you to give yourself a pat on the back.
This morning you woke up and made yourself a cup of coffee, in the exact opposite way Jongho prefers his. Where Jongho prefers bitter and cold, you gravitate more towards sweet and warm. You shot your boyfriend a quick text and then remembered how the night before Jongho had to cut your facetime call short since he was working on an essay; and knowing him, you were a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t stop until he finishes it, even if it means getting zero sleep.
Seeing how you were left on ‘delivered’ for around three hours, you assumed two things: 1) he stayed up late and slept in to get a full 8 hours of sleep or 2) he was still up and running on last night’s mug of coffee as fuel and had his mind in hyperfocus. From his reply, you found out that it was the latter.
Sure you could have sent him a text to make sure he was sound asleep at the right time, but if you know Jongho then you’re well aware of his stubbornness. Also, he’s a grown man and he knows his limits, you don’t need to baby him in whatever he does, he’s perfectly capable on his own.
You decided to leave for Jongho’s apartment an hour after you got his texts, to give him enough time to recharge for a bit. With your phone and wallet tucked safely in your pockets you then headed off to your sleeping beauty. Usually it’d take around 15 minutes for you to get to his apartment by car, but today felt like a lovely day to take a walk; the sky was littered with little wisps of pristine white clouds and the wind was cool from the leftover cold in remembrance of the winter that just passed. At this rate, you’ll arrive at Jongho’s in about 40 minutes-- 45 if you choose to walk slower-- which means even more dream time for your boyfriend.
As you round the corner to Jongho’s apartment complex, a little boy rushes out of the convenience store to your left, the cold air of the air conditioner nipping at your skin and tempting you inside. You thought ‘why not?’ and opted to buy something for you to eat later. 5 minutes later, you’re out of the little shop with a white plastic bag hanging from your elbow.
You: im here love <3 ill just let myself in
You quickly send to Jongho (even though you know he’s asleep) before pulling out your copy of his keys and letting yourself in as quietly as you can. Slipping off your shoes, you tiptoe your way to the kitchen to gently put the bag of convenience store food on the counter and the cans of soda into his fridge.
With hands on your hips, you scan the current situation your lover’s living room was in. Overall it was somewhat tidy, save for a few papers that might have flown away and the occasional plastic covering peeking from underneath the sofa. So you took it upon yourself to clean up the little mess you saw just to get it off his back.
When you're done, you lounge on his couch for a while, scrolling through social media, seeing whatever the hell people rave on about these days. Oh, episode 7 of imitation is airing today? Huh I wonder what it’s about. Ooh it’s about idols and--
“Love?”
You hear Jongho’s familiar voice call out from his bedroom and you hurry on your feet to scurry down the hallway and into the arms of your boyfriend. You find him slouched over his blankets with his phone in hand, meaning he just read your text.
“Jongho!” you squeal and jump into his arms, something that Jongho has gotten used to, but in his fuzzy state of mind had startled him, prompting you to apologize with a small smile.
“Morning, love.” You coo and press a quick peck on his lips, to which your boyfriend responds with a throaty hum and his arms come to wrap around your shoulders to pull you on top of him as he goes to lie back.
“It’s literally 3 in the afternoon.” He retorts, eyes shut due to the remnant sleep still stuck on his eyelids from the 2 hour long nap he just woke up from. You snuggle into his hold and mutter ‘doesn’t matter’ into his neck, your breath tickling his skin and bringing out a soft giggle from his chest.
The two of you stay holding one another for a couple minutes, basking in each other’s presence and the soft glow Jongho emanates in his post nap condition. He smells soft and refreshing but toned down and earthy, in other words he smells like comfort. Like coming home and crawling into a well made bed ready for you to mess up. And paired with the fabric softener he douses his sheets in, the scent makes you want to cover yourself in it, if you could store it in a perfume bottle you would.
“Oh right!” You muse, hand settling on his chest and you push yourself up on your elbow to look down at your lover’s resting face.
“I bought something to eat from the mini mart downstairs.” Gently tugging Jongho’s muscular arms off your shoulders, you throw your legs off the bed and urge the said man to follow you out to the kitchen.
Jongho watches as you patter into the kitchen, placing a plastic bag with ‘Nyu Mart’ print on the front on his small dining table. Your hands dig into the plastic and you pull out three packages of those garlic sausages on a stick and set it on the surface, followed by a roll of cheese kimbap, two triangle kimbaps, and a packaged egg sandwich.
“Also I put two cans of cider in the fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”
Your lover chuckles and moves to place a kiss on your forehead, mumbling a grateful thank you against your skin.
As you expected, Jongho ended up eating half of your sausage and the other two, but you repay him by drinking half of his can of cider. Now, it has been about 30 minutes since you finished eating, and the two of you spent the time lounging on the couch in each other’s arms talking about anything and everything under the sun.
“How well do you think you did on your essay, love?” You ask, cheek pressed on your lover’s defined chest, calmly rising and falling as he breathes.
“Not bad, or at least I think it wasn’t bad. I just hope Prof. Kim thinks so too. That man is so hard to please, he acts like his standards are through the roof.” Jongho scoffs.
“Yeah right, not when his wife looks like that they aren’t.”
“Jongho!” You let out a surprised laugh and gently slap his chest, which was currently shaking as he laughed. Recalling the first time he saw the said man’s spouse, old and wrinkly smothered in the wrong cosmetics. But the worst thing about that woman was her attitude, he can’t even get into the nitty gritty of what he hates so much about her without feeling annoyance running through his veins. And now was not the time for that.
“It’s true though.”
When his laughter subsides a comforting silence settles over you two for a moment. Again, you pop that bubble by speaking up.
“Well I sure hope Mr. Kim likes your essay. You worked so hard on it.” You push yourself up to land a kiss on his jaw. Jongho hums and brings the hand previously wrapped around your waist up to pat your head.
You proceed to litter his skin with little butterfly pecks, gliding down to his neck because you know he likes it. After a particularly long kiss on the juncture of his neck, his breath hitches and the hand on your hair stutters, before his body goes lax again.
“Jongho,” you start, voice low and barely audible to anyone more than a one meter radius from you, “I’m so proud of you.”
Jongho hums, planting his hand on your lower back, dangerously close to the swell of your ass.
“You planning on giving me a reward or something, love?” He whispers, voice equally as quiet as yours, pulling away to look into your eyes. And his heart just melts at the amount of love, affection, and pride your irises held.
“Well, you deserve it.” Your lips come into contact with his in a soft innocent kiss. Head tilting to the side to push your faces closer, your lips perfectly slotting together like they were made for each other.
You pull back to swipe your
Knowing exactly what he meant behind his words, you nod and move to press a longing kiss on his lips. His soft plump lips that taste of Chilsung Cider makes you want to swipe your tongue against them and taste more of it. So you do, licking and nipping at Jongho’s bottom lip, you feel intoxicated by the flavour tinted on his lips despite being a non-alcohol beverage.
The sounds of your lips on one another floats around Jongho’s otherwise empty apartment, combined with the silent ticking of his clock and the birds chirping out his window just makes everything seem so domestic and his heart swells at the thought.
When you pull away, you find your lover’s large calloused hands underneath your shirt and caressing your waist and your own are fisting at his campus sweatshirt. Your legs tangled with one another and your lips both red, plush, and tender.
“Sit up properly, love.” You softly order, clambering to get off of your boyfriend and setting your knees on the floor before him.
꒰♡꒱
“Fuck.” Jongho groans, throwing his head back on the sofa, left hand gripping your hair and the other pushing his dark locks off his face. He looks down at you with your lips around his cock and mouth stuffed full of him, and he almost cums at the sight.
You pull your lips off of his member to take a deep breath and take this as a chance to properly praise the man you love. Giving the head of his cock a soft kiss, you make your way down to the base and press another gentle kiss there, continuing up his shaft until you reach the head once more. Your hands come up to wrap around him, meeting a little bit of an inconvenience due to his girth but you manage with your other hand. Jongho’s eyes squeeze shut in pleasure at the tight ring you’ve formed around his dick and moans when you start stroking him up and down; occasionally leaning in to let a dollop of your spit drip down onto his length and coat his hot skin.
Jongho’s voice echoes throughout the room, although he wasn’t the vocal type when it comes to sex, he can’t help but let a few noises slip out when he’s getting a bomb blowjob.
When your arms tire out you resort to your lips once more. Taking the head into your mouth, Jongho tenses and flexes his thighs, the warmth that enveloped the tip of his cock in contrast to the cool air that surrounded the rest of his length makes him shudder.
“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that.” He moans when you suck at his tip before lolling your tongue around the bulbous head of his cock, occasionally swiping at the slit to collect the beading precum which falls salty on your tongue.
You lick a long stripe from the base of his cock up to the tip, followed by a few pumps by your hand. Usually at this point you’d stop and have Jongho fuck your brains out, which is fine by him since he loves seeing you get fucked dumb and incoherent by him. But this time when he moves to pull you up on him, you relent.
He raises a brow when you softly shake your head, eyes meeting your own which stare up at him glazed in a dream like state. You shut your eyes and focus on the feeling of him on your palms; hot, heavy, and hard.
“Don’t move a muscle, love.” You whisper more to his cock than to him. “You’ve barely even slept. So let me do all the work today, okay?”
You finally open your eyes to meet his hooded ones, clouded with lust and dilated.
“Let me be your good girl?” you pull out Jongho’s favourite puppy eyes, paired with his favourite pet name to use on you.
At this, Jongho lets out an amused scoff, tilting his head back and tongue swiping along his teeth as he smirks in disbelief. You’re literally sat on your knees, hands cradling his aching red cock, looking up at him with such irresistible eyes and calling yourself that name. And you expect him to just sit there and not wreck you into his cushions at least?
“Please, love?” you beg one last time when your boyfriend doesn’t look back at you, eyes still glaring at the ecru paint on the wall. You press a small peck on the tip of his member which catches his attention immediately.
It’s when he bites his lip in what seems like annoyance (but you know it’s just him trying to hold himself back) and lets out a low uninterested sounding hum that you dive back into wrapping your lips around your lover’s dick.
Your eyes sparkle against the sunlight that pours into the room through Jongho’s windows and at this he swears you look absolutely gorgeous. Your mouth stuffed full with his cock and worshipping it like your life depended on it.
Your head bobs up and down along his shaft, making the man before you shudder out a sigh. Your lips were rimmed with a concoction of your spit and Jongho’s precum. The hands that were idly laying on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs slowly slid down to cup his balls and Jongho’s heart nearly jumped out his chest.
Something akin to a giggle bubbles out from your throat at his reaction, yet all that does is vibrate against the brunet’s cock and he groans.
“Fuck, babe.” He draws out the syllables, hands finding purchase in your hair. “Feels so fucking good, yeah?”
Your palms we busy fondling with his balls underneath as your throat repeatedly swallowed around him, at this rate Jongho knew he was fucked. It was always like this. Whenever he was pounding into you he could go on for hours on end. Edging you over and over, smacking the skin of your ass red, sometimes even ripping orgasm after orgasm from you without having to cum himself. His self control was remarkable, however when it comes to you giving him head? He could cum in just seconds. What can he say? You definitely knew how to work your tongue.
Rubbing against the underside of his cock as if you weren’t gurgling around his tip already. God he was so close to cumming, and it sure was obvious from the blush on the tip of his ears, the heavy breathing, and the sweat beading at the crease in between his eyebrows.
“Fuck. Stay still, babe.” he suddenly moans, fingers curling around locks of hair and ceasing your movement. He bucks up into your mouth and you take this as a sign to relax your throat, dropping your jaw even lower to accommodate the rest of his length.
And just like that he chases after his orgasm. Roughly thrusting into your awaiting mouth, staring deeply into your fucked out eyes, not that he was much better. His dark hair stuck onto his forehead and his cheeks were flushed pink, plump lips red and nearly bloody from almost biting them off.
Jongho’s moans constantly get louder and hoarser. “Fuck.” He would groan, slurring out the words into near incoherent phrases.
When his voice rises in pitch— just a touch (only noticeable to you)— that’s when his breath hitches and his hips finally stop plowing into your throat. Thick ropes of his cum spurts into you, coating the walls of your mouth and throat.
Jongho lets out a final groan before slipping out of your lips, cock now flaccid and balls emptied. He throws his head back to catch his breath before looking back down at you; lips smeared with spit and at the corner of your mouth peaks white beads of his cum and his cock almost twitches at the sight.
“Come here, love.” He pulls you up softly, cupping your face with utmost gentleness. You think he’s gonna kiss you, so you lean in, lips puckered and eyes shut.
“No, that’s gross.”
Your jaw drops in shock,
“Excuse me?” You try to say but your voice is hoarse and throat dry.
All your boyfriend does in response is chuckle before pressing a kiss onto your forehead and getting up, announcing that he would be getting you a glass of water.
After your throat is hydrated, you cross your arms and glare at your lover with a pout.
“Listen. I’m sorry for rejecting your kiss, but I was not about to make out with you while you had my cum on your tongue.”
crackes knuckles,, back on this fuckin brainrot again bc who else is fitting for this ???? also gonna b a lil long so enjoy <3
professor!zhongli who’s known to be strict and a little too picky when it comes to his students referring to him.
professor!zhongli who makes it clear from day one that “you all will refer to me as professor and nothing else. i’d like to keep things consistent.”
professor!zhongli who’s soft-spoken but everyone knows not to step out of bounds. so, for the first few weeks, you’re good, referring to him how he’d like. your meek “professor zhongli?” accompanied with a nervous raised hand has him clear his throat before walking over to your desk to help you out.
professor!zhongli who dismisses his class early because there’s a teachers general meeting in the late afternoon. however, you’re so absorbed in your work that you don’t realize he’s standing next to you.
professor!zhongli who taps your desk, bending down with hands shoved in his pant pockets, who says “___? i’ve dismissed the class, in case you weren’t aware. you’re free to go.”
professor!zhongli who’s forced to let you stay because you’re too stubborn and wouldn’t leave if you didn’t finish your work at that moment. it was definitely not to get some alone time with your illegally attractive professor. nope. not at all.
professor!zhongli who’s head snaps up when you sigh “not to be a bother, but could you help me with this problem, sir?” you don’t mean to emphasize the honorific but, then again, you’re not complaining.
——
“what?” he says, trying to keep his calm. he didn’t think it’d sound good; he never did. but the way you say it, the subtle teasing edge to your voice and the glint in your eyes almost breaks his resolve.
“oh, i just need help with this last thing, then i’ll be outta your hair.” you reply casually, crossing your ankles in hopes to hide the way you’re clenching your thighs together in anticipation. when he doesn’t respond for a few beats, you giggle. “oh, am i meant to use professor outside of class too?”
“don’t play smart with me.” he warns, rolling up the sleeves of his top as he strides over to you.
you look up at him with the most innocent gaze you could muster, hands pressed down between your thighs as you smile.
“sorry professor, didn’t mean to aggravate you.” you sigh dramatically, pointing at your worksheet without breaking eye contact. “need help with—“
“say it.”
“hm?”
“say it. need to hear it from you again.” his voice drops lower, quieter, as if he’s speaking to you in room full of people. his hands find purchase on your desk, bending down to look right down at you.
“sir?”
zhongli lets out a satisfied sigh, chuckling when his gaze eyes the slight shift of your hips in your seat.
“calling me that’s getting you more worked up than me.” he comments thoughtfully, kneeling in front of you. “you really need help with the worksheet? bullshit. you’re my top student, darling. i don’t see why you’re just so stubborn today.” he drawls out his words, a cautious hand resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing your soft skin.
“professor, i–“
“oh? what happened to ‘sir’? you know how particular i am with what i like, hm? and i just so happen to like the way it comes out of your mouth.” with another hand, he pushes your thighs apart, you not resisting at all but grow shy when he sees the wet patch forming right in the middle of your panties.
“if i hear anything other than that, i’m not gonna give you what you want. you’ll let me taste you, right? let me eat your pretty pussy out?” he whispers, long fingers pushing your skirt up more. “as a reward for being my star student and as punishment for breaking my rules.”
<3
wow. funny how my heart stopped beating and my soul left my body alon.
jesus fucking christ this was one of the hottest things ive ever read. i am panting and drooling.
my pussy body aches and yearns for zhongli. i would literally let that man do anything to me.
October 29th — Formal Wear — @sebbyzoldyck’s kinktober
Pairing: nanami x f!reader
Summary: you picked your best outfit for the event of the year in Gojo’s residence, and so did Nanami, looking so irresistible you let him fuck his jealously into you.
Warnings: explicit smut, MDNI, jealous!nanami, reader's hands are tied at some point, tiny bit of degradation kink, the word slut is used, oral (m. receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, stablished relationship.
wc: 2.8k
a/n: shout out to my love @thekillingtimethekillingmoon for helping me out with this one ily <3
Tonight was special.
Ever since you became a level one sorcerer it was like a whole new world opened its doors for you.
The event people couldn’t stop talking about was the Gojo Clan yearly party.
Being one of the top three most influential clans in the jujutsu world, the Gojo clan held a yearly party to update the other clans about what was done in the previous year, the expenses and new level one and especial level sorcerers.
As someone that was about to be presented to the most important people in that organization you were excited for the event, booking hairdressers, nail stylist and an entire day to find the perfect dress in advance.
“You are worrying too much about it, this party is just a formality to suck the elders ass” Nanami said from his place in the bed, you woke up early not being able to contain your excitement while Nanami was forcibly awaken by you walking across the bedroom to check your outfit, shoes and accessories.
“This is important to me, I've never gone to a gala party” you held your dress in front of the mirror for the nth time that week.
“Love, it’s not a gala party, love, is Satoru in a suit and Yaga holding him back from murdering everyone else while champagne is being served” Nanami sat up in the bed stretching his arms above his head, shirtless with only a sweatpants on.
“That makes me feel so much better” you replied sarcastically, “By the way, what will you be wearing?”
“This of course”
You turned ready to scold him, meeting his playful smile while he got rid of his pants to dress for the day since he had to do some paperwork today.
“You're going to be a nice distraction to Gojo then” you laughed getting his sweatpants thrown at you.
“Don’t even joke about that”.
Nanami finished getting dressed with his usual work suit, you left your clothes dressed in a robe while making breakfast for him.
“I don’t know how long the paperwork will take. I might have to assist Yuuji on something, probably arriving late to the party, so don’t wait for me” he kissed your head before leaving.
For a second you were upset he wasn't going to be there before you entered, after all no one knew you two were dating, so you were looking forward to arriving in a fancy dress with your fancy secret boyfriend looking at you while you two pretending to be just good friends.
Apparently your Cinderella moment would have to wait.
As the night came, you were already dressed up, hair, nails and everything done for the event.
The party was being held in one of Gojo’s mansions instead of the Gojo state you've been at before. Satoru called your name, throwing an arm around your shoulders as soon as you entered the large well decorated room.
“Looking as good as usual” he was surprisingly well dressed too. From what Nanami had told you about Gojo's despise for that event you were expecting him to be wearing jeans and a shirt.
“A tuxedo? Wow, Satoru, you exceeded my expectations” you joked.
“Only because you were coming” he pinched your bare arm, “By the way, have you seen Nanami?”
“Hm he said something about having to work with Yuuji I guess” you shook your head.
“Too bad, more you for me then” you punched his arm lightly. You always suspected those six eyes knew more than what you told him, but if he did he never said anything.
Satoru apparently was on his best behavior that night, dragging you around with him and avoiding the elders, like you were his excuse to not be alone, one hand always on your lower back or finger tips tracing your bare shoulders. As expected you were introduced as one of the new level one sorcerers to the heads of the main clans and other donors to Jujutsu Tech, some were not very pleased by you.
“Don’t worry your pretty head, they are just mad you are not available to be their third or forth wife” he whispered in your ear making you giggle.
“Gojo-san” a deep voice called after clearing his throat, you turned facing Nanami standing right behind the two of you, immediately removing Gojo’s arm off your shoulders.
“Kento, you cam--” you stopped talking once you grasped his outfit.
So far in your relationship you have only seen Kento in his usual work beige suit, casual clothes and sportswear. You thought the last one was the sexiest.
Yet now you find yourself mouth agape at how good he looked tonight, unlike Gojo and the rest of the guests, Nanami was wearing a white dress shirt -- so shiny it looked like silk --, a dark three piece suit that accentuated his thin waist and broad shoulders, leather gloves and a purple and black tie that matched your dress so well you wondered if he picked that with this exact purpose.
“Nanamin~” Gojo sang, now throwing his arm around Nanami’s shoulders.
“Do you mind if I steal y/n? We have to discuss some business” by the look Kento gave you, you knew you were in trouble.
“Oh business? Do you mind if I join the discussion?”
“Yes” both you and Nanami replied.
“Sorry, Satoru, it’s not your business” Nanami slapped a hand on Gojo’s back harder than it had to be, “Come” he got rid of Satoru’s arm, lacing a leathered hand around your wrist, dragging you away from the main room.
“Now I have to find another company… Oi Utahime!” you hear Gojo murmuring then running to find his next excuse.
Your boyfriend led you upstairs till you entered a large bedroom with a king size bed in the middle.
“Kento, you look stunning” you approached him placing your hands on his chest to feel the smooth fabric, finally being able to be alone with him.
“Is that so?” he took both your wrists, removing your hands from him, “Cause it seemed you were more fond of Satoru’s tuxedo”.
You pouted once he held your wrists with more strength than necessary.
“You are one million times more handsome than Satoru, Kento” you looked up, finding his eyes free from the usual glasses, the soft lightning from the room shining upon his sharp jawline and cheekbones.
Kento was indeed very flattered by how your eyes were shining with adoration, he wanted to look good for you tonight even though he arrived late. Helping Yuuji was the excuse he found to pick up the tailored suit he ordered to surprise you, since he got a message saying it was not going to be ready until one hour before the event.
However, seeing the host so close to you, whispering things in your ear and making you giggle, lit up a fire on Kento’s chest.
You started to kiss his jawline, his hold on your wrist softening and running up your arms, the purple dress hugging your curves so marvellously, why did you allow Satoru to touch you like that? His girlfriend.
While you were lightly sucking Kento’s neck, trying to pull his tie out of his vest, he was zipping down your sleeveless dress till it was pooling around your feet, leaving you bare except for your panties in the middle of this unfamiliar room.
“No bra? Dirty girl” his leather gloves brushed the soft skin of your hips, you pushed his jacket off his shoulders helping him shrug it off and not being able to hold yourself from kissing him once you saw how well the vest hugged his torso.
In the middle of kissing and sucking each other's lips you didn’t realize he was leading your arms to your back until you felt a silk fabric being tied around your wrists, only then noticing he took off the tie at some point.
“Wait, Kento, I still have to—” you tried to argue back only to have Kento grabbing your face with one hand gazing a leathered thumb across your lips smudging your lipstick.
“Shut it, you’ve done enough” your eyes widened not expecting his rough come back, “On your knees sweet thing” he pressed a hand on your bare shoulder forcing you to get down while he sat on the bed, his crotch being on your eye level.
The sight of you being completely submissive to him was enough to make him hard as a rock.
You rested your face on his inner thigh looking up at him, a sight you never got sick of, his sharp jawline being even more evident from above, his eyes dark with lust, all that plus his dress shirt with the top buttons open and the angle making his shoulders seem even large was a heavenly sight.
“Look at you, haven’t even had any dick yet and it’s already looking like a cock drunk slut” he started to undo his belt as you took notice of the obvious outline of his cock over the gray trousers.
Nanami pulled his underwear and pants down just enough to set his dick free.
No matter how many times you have seen it, Kento’s dick always amazes you.
From day one you always found Nanami Kento handsome, a sight for sore eyes, but his dick was even more pretty, the kind of dick people would pay a huge amount of money to see on adult websites.
Your mouth watered seeing the precum on the tip starting to run down his perfect length.
“Open your mouth, sweetie” his gloved thumb pulled your bottom lip down making you part your lips and guiding his tip to your rolled out tongue.
You started to suck his tip moving down his length little by little, Kento threw his head back placing his hands behind him on the mattress to support his torso. Nanami daydreamed about the way you sucked him off, mainly when he was away on missions and his mind drove back to moments like this.
“Fuck, that mouth of yours will the death of me” he guided your head further down his cock till your nose touched the fabric of his vest.
You felt him deep down your throat, your hands being useless behind your back, your movements were guided purely by Kento.
“I wish Gojo could see what a little slut you are for me” you started to tear up, the lack of control making you more sensitive to his touches.
You tried to squeeze your thighs to get some friction where you needed the most, the slightest pressure making you moan, the vibration going straight to Nanami’s cock, enough stimulation to make his grip in your hair tight as he shot his seed into your throat holding you still to make sure you swallowed it all.
“Good fucking girl” he pulls you back watching the saliva and cum dripping down your chin.
“Kento~ let me touch you please” you begged, wrists wiggling trying to loose the tie as you watched him roll up his sleeves, exposing the veiny forearms you loved to see.
“Is that what you want?” he took you by your jaw forcing you to stand up on your heels and sit on his lap, “Too bad,” he ran his hands up your thighs till it reached your ass cheeks, squeezing them on his big leathery hands, “I don’t want your Satoru dirty hands on me”.
“Kento, please, I swear I didn’t touch him. I only have hands for you, my love” you kissed his cheek.
“Aren’t you adorable?” you gasped when you felt his hand cupping your intimacy.
His thumb pushing your underwear aside and letting a finger run from your entrance till your clit.
“Kento~” you purred relieved to finally feel something, you rested your head on his shoulder losing yourself to the feeling of rough leather against your folds as he rubbed all the way from your clit circling your hole but never getting in.
Something caught your eye at some point: a black fabric on top of the nightstand. Looked a lot like the fabric you saw everyday around Satoru’s eyes. It couldn’t be his, right? Although tonight he was using his sunglasses instead…
Your eyes began to wander around the bedroom, only now noticing it didn’t look like a guest bedroom.
“Kento, is this Satoru’s bedro—“ your question was interrupted by a loud burning slap on your ass cheek.
“Don’t say his name” Kento murmured, jaw clenched, in your ear, “Got it?” another slap hit the same place making you hiss.
“S-Sorry” you cried, hips circling on the hand hovering your cunt.
Unexpectedly your hands were set free when Nanami undid the knot around your wrist, suddenly manhandling you to lay on your back on the bed as he stood up by the bed.
“Yes, that is his bedroom, where I plan to fuck you until you forget any other men exists” you bit your lip to contain a smile as he removed your underwear making it slid all the way down your legs and stored it on his pocket.
You never got to see this jealous side of your lover, and so far you were loving it.
“Look how soaked you are, sweetie” he held your knees apart watching the puffy lips of your cunt.
“All for you, my love” you laced your legs around his waist bringing his cock to your pussy.
Nanami hisses, feeling your wetness on the curve of his dick, rubbing it to get more of your juices on him. He bites one of his fingers pulling the glove off one after the other.
“Kento, please fuck me” you moan, your now free hands caressing his chest till you reached his collar bringing him down to kiss your lips, which he complied placing his forearms on the mattress above your head while you got busy with having your tongue caressing his, your back curving enough to press your chest into his.
Nanami pushes inside you with no warning, splitting you in half, making you moan so loud he needs to cover your mouth.
“As much as i want the whole place to hear you screaming for me, it’s better if you don’t, love. Can’t let those disgusting elders imagine how gorgeous you look taking my dick like this” two of his fingers force their way into your mouth pressing down your tongue, “It’s a sight only your future husband can get” he whispers in your ear. The implication of Kento wanting to marry you someday making your walls tight around him.
Nanami bringing your legs up till your heels were hanging off his broad shoulders, reaching a new deep spot inside you.
“Fuck, love” he groans from above you, lacing one of his hands with your as he fucked you into the mattress, hips moving on his own pace hitting that special place over and over, your walls so tight around him it was suffocating. You moan around his fingers, saliva running down your cheek along with tears from the mind blowing pleasure.
“So fucking tight” Kento rests his forehead on top of yours his hair falling and tickling your face, he removed his fingers from your mouth finding a way between your bodies to rub your puffy clit. You moan your lover’s name like a prayer as his shaft twitches inside you, his fingers deliciously circling your bud while he destroys your insides, “So. Fucking. Mine” each word he groans is punctuated with a harsh thrust of his hips.
You mumbled words to indicate you were coming, stars covered your vision as you climaxed, legs trembling on Kento’s shoulder and pussy milking him dry as he emptied his balls inside you, his pace did not slow as he fucked through both your orgasms, pushing his cum into you until he couldn’t anymore and ended up falling on top your body as he tried to regain his breath.
“You know I only have eyes for you, right Kento?” you murmured, eyes closed as you came down your high.
“I know, love, I don’t doubt that. Just hate seeing anyone else touching my precious girl” he kissed your chest, neck, jaw, finally meeting your lips.
“What a long talk, Nanamin, I got lonely” Gojo immediately attached himself in Kento’s arm, “Why you have your coat on?” he asked you.
“Kento is giving me a ride home, Satoru. Thank you for receiving us” you approached Gojo’s face giving him a peck on the cheek before turning your back to leave the mansion walking slowly in your still wobbly legs.
“In case this is not clear yet, Gojo-san” Nanami reached for his pocket untangling Satoru from his arm and placing a moist fabric, that was once between your legs, on Gojo’s hand, “Stay away from my business”.
a/n: not me posting the last kinktober fic almost one month after the scheduled date. thank you seb for this event! linking my kinktober writings bellow. let me know which one was your favorite <3
>> ANBU Hatake Kakashi, weapon play ; Inumaki Toge, somnophilia ; Eren Jaeger, stepcest ; Yagami Light, degradation ; Chōsō, nipple play ; Fushiguro Toji, predator/pray — kintober collab 2021
DAY, night, or midnight. His eyes are always on you. The new neighbor on the street who caught your attention the moment he stepped out of his all black Chevy Camaro. Coming over and greeting him with a slice of chocolate cake and warm smiles from you and your husband. He found you enticing, the man introducing himself as Getou, dauntingly sleek midnight hair cascading down his back, eyeing the veins in his arm he stretched out to give your husband a firm hand shake. He towers over you making you feel small, swallowing every time he side-eyed you while talking to your husband. Every day he greets you with a wave of his rough hand and a smile. He's usually always wearing dark jeans and a white tank that's painted with dirt from his hands since he fixes cars daily. He's no stalker, but he can't grasp this fixation on you. Once he becomes obsessed with something, he has to have it. No matter the consequences.
It's shameful the way you reciprocate your actions, coming over to offer him something to eat, laughing too hard at something he says that's not even funny, biting your lip, losing yourself in impure thoughts without your husband in sight. It's like your cheating, but you aren't, not necessarily. Getou doesn't give two fucks who you're with, he wants what he wants. He's fond of your generosity even though it's obvious you picture his face between your legs every now and then. He loves to ask how your day is going, listening well to anything you had to say.
He's fresh out of college. Found a new home in this quiet neighborhood far away from his family to dissociate from the drama. He sells cars left to right, always seeing him talk with new people in his driveway every week, a new vehicle parked each time. He's even sold a motorcycle to your husband, Gojo, unable to stop glaring at the polished monstrosity. Getou’s laugh was deep, almost scary as he witnessed your terrified expression when Gojo wrote him a check. You remember him touching your shoulder, leaning down by your ear, instantly making your entire demeanor shift as you hugged yourself tightly, his minty breath grazing your skin as he consoled you, telling you everything would be okay, and that he's sure Gojo wouldn't be reckless with it.
From that day, he haunted your dreams. It's like he purposely makes encounters with you so he's deeply embedded into your mind. And fuck, did it work. Wrongfully, you dreamt of him multiple times, all always ending up with him fucking you raw on Gojo’s motorcycle, the back seat of his Camaro, or your kitchen counter where he caught you gawking at him as you diced onions and slit the tip of your finger, bringing it towards your plump lips and sucking the blood off while keeping your eyes on him. These daydreams, and dreams, needed to end. You were ashamed of yourself for thinking so wickedly knowing you were with another man.
Another thing that truly didn't help was how open his home was. Ironically, his bedroom window faced your own, allowing you to see, well, everything. Clearly, he wasn't one for privacy, having zero curtains in sight allowing anyone to see his decor, what he's watching on tv or who he brings into his bed at midnight. One time while you were painting your toes on the chaise, you saw him dripping wet with a white towel wrapped loosely around his slim waist, damp hair sitting on his back as he brushed his teeth with a woman laying on his bed flicking through a Vogue catalogue. You made sure to hide yourself so he wouldn't notice. The woman, completely naked, crawls on the bed towards him, Getou glaring down at her as she traced her fingers over his chiseled chest, slowly pulling the towel off his body and taking his cock into her mouth.
The arousal that pooled between your legs as you watched him get head from another woman was sinful. The way he thrusted his hips and tossed his head back while still brushing his teeth, reaching over to spank the woman's ass and fondle her skin with both hands, clenching his teeth to hold his toothbrush still, cock deep inside her throat. It's was too much for you to endure. The water from his hair dropped onto her back, dipping two of his fingers into her slick pussy. You had to hold back from touching yourself, surely wanting to. Luckily, Gojo came home just in time.
Stumbling up the stairs clinging to your husband drunkenly, he laughs into your neck he kisses, calloused hands groping your body, keeping you close so neither of you fall. Once you make it to your bedroom, you're already thrown onto the bed, giggling and kicking off your heels. You pout as he stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a tent in his pants and drunken eyes. You struggle to pull down the leather pants clinging to your thighs, mumbling 'help me' while tracing your toes up his arm, gasping when he hooks his hands around your ankles and drags you closer, body heat encasing your own as you arch into him, Gojo grabbing your face before sucking on your lips, tasting the alcohol the two of you consumed a few minutes ago.
Today was your birthday, and Gojo made sure it was one of your best. Waking you up, firstly, with toe-curling head until you came twice. Fixing up a fancy omelette and chopped fruits for breakfast, balloons and gifts sitting prettily on the living room couch. The two of you relaxed in the bubbling jacuzzi filled with roses as you sipped champagne and he gave you a massage. As dinner time rolled around, he took you out to a fancy restaurant on a private yacht where you equally got tipsy. Every year you're grateful for how much he does for you.
Heat fills your face as Gojo has you spread open for him, sitting up on your elbows as you weakly stare down at him, eyes rolling back while he devours your pussy, tonging your clit, your slick coating his moving chin the more he buries his face in. His cock is in his hand, stroking while listening to your lewd sounds that makes him practically grind against the bed. You shift your hips onto his face, gripping the sheets and crying out his name. He knows how fast you can come from his mouth, so he stops, wanting your pleasure to prolong. Catching your breath, you sit up, fingers wrapping around his length, ready to suck him off until he clutches your hair and stops you, pulling your head back so you're staring straight into those killer ocean blue irises.
"No, no, no. Just wanna be inside you, sweetheart," he sighs, blood rushing through his cock uncomfortably, desperate to stuff you full right now. You're not stunned by his roughness, Gojo pushing you down and flipping you over so you're on your stomach, raising your ass high, fisting his cock and rubbing the heated tip over your clit to collect what you give him. His favorite gift of all. "Tonight's about you. Be a good girl and just lay there."
Mind fuzzy, you're barely aware of the fact that the curtains to your bedroom are pulled open. That same window that faced Getou’s is open for display for him to see, and for you too into his. It doesn't register with you to say anything to Gojo, because the instant he shoves his cock into you, crossing your arms behind your back and fucking you hard into the mattress, that's when your mind goes blank, and Getou appears. He's walking around his room, shirtless, only wearing black sweats as he drank a glass of red wine while reading a novel, making his way over to the couch he had a few feet from his bed that faces his window—and yours.
"Gojo," your voice is strained, whining the deeper he drives into you, hitting against that spot that inevitably had your eyes crossing. In a way, you were trying to warn him of the lack of privacy, when really you were worried about Getou seeing you in this state, or being able to see him in fear of him being the cause of your orgasm. You choke on your own saliva, drooling onto the silver silk sheets that made your skin hot while listening to your husband moan behind you, hips clapping harshly against your ass. "Ooh, shit. Gojo."
"Yea, baby. Give it all to me," your thighs tremble as you feel his lips kiss up your spine, pussy clamping around him tighter, your juices pouring down your inner thighs and stomach, Gojo grounding his cock to make you feel every ridge of him, spanking you like you love, whispering to you, letting you know how good you make him feel. How your pussy belonged to him. How pretty you looked taking his dick right now. Wanting you to cum as much as you want, all night, because he's not stopping.
And Getou witnessed it all. To say he's surprised to see you getting fucked by your husband would be bullshit. You two looked like you had a lot of sex. Plus, he's seen this image before, last week in your kitchen where Gojo had your legs locked around his neck as you rode his face and clawed at his hair. How badly he wished to hear those pretty whimpers fall from your soft lips. Seeing your face contort in pleasure, legs shaking and back arching as your pretty pussy drenched the countertop you sat on, sitting in your own filth. He never wanted to be a countertop so bad. Watching the two of you now was an even better sight, dick jumping in his sweats as he took a seat at his couch, drinking in every face you make.
Did you want him to see you? Or did you really forget to close your curtain before you left the house all dolled up? Getou tilts his head to the side, book tossed aside as he spreads his legs while his arm is thrown around the back of the couch, strands of hair tucked behind his ear. That cute matcha green corset he saw you wear earlier still clung to your smooth skin, making you sparkle like a fairy. Your eye makeup matched, by now smearing along with the mascara trickling down your face as you cried the harder you got fucked. There's no more self-control within him. He's been holding back ever since that day, calling up that random girl that somewhat resembled you just to release frustration. He's aware of you catching him that day, smirking when you hid behind your curtains after your husband came home.
You want him. He wants you, so fucking bad it aches. Seeing you so fucked out, helpless as Gojo clutches your neck and chokes you, studying his lip movements to figure out what he was saying to you that had your pussy fluttering, nails scratching at the fabric beneath you after he let your arms go, body completely flat on the bed, his weight entirely on you as he laid his chest on your back, stuffing his fingers in your mouth while he repeatedly whispered 'take it, baby. take it. take it.'
Opening your eyes, you blink them to try and clear your visions path, lucidly gazing at Getou who now has his hand around his cock, clit throbbing as you see the trail of spit falling from his mouth straight onto his dick, hand collecting it and dragging it along, licking his lips. His eyes are dark, burning into you, learning you, craving you. The ball in his throat jumps as he throws his head back momentarily, needing to maintain his fixation on you in order to bring himself on edge. Your teeth digs into your lips, Getou mouthing words that you can somehow hear perfectly clear, feeling him by your face as he says, 'can't wait to fuck you, pretty girl.'
"Fuck, G—”
"Getou?" Gojo finishes, your heart thumping in your chest. Fuck. He noticed. It's hard not to when your window is an open show for anyone walking down the street. His platinum silver hair dangles over your eyes as he chuckles at you, shaking his head. He caught on a minute ago, already seeing you stare too long at something that wasn't him. "You little slut. You like being fucked like a dirty—little—whore while a stranger watches you?"
You're not sure if he's angry about it or just teasing you. When he grabs your face and pulls you up to sit on your knees along with him, he turns your bodies so you're in the direction of Getou, the three of you all making contact. Getou never stops, groaning low in his throat as he worked his hand faster, thumb slicking over the tip every now and then as Gojo laughs by your ear, untying your bustier to let him see more of you. You squeal as Gojo slaps your tits, once, twice. Fondling the supple skin in his hand.
"Knew you wanted to fuck him all this time," he hums, gathering your hair and clenching it in his fist to bring your head back to rest on his shoulder. "Give him a good show, princess. Show me how you'd fuck him if he were in here right now."
"I love you," you whimper, feeling the tears well even more. It sounds like an apology when it comes out. Gojo clicks his tongue.
"And I love you," he gives your lips a chaste kiss. "Don't be ashamed of what arouses you. Just remember, at the end of the day, this is my fucking pussy. Understand?"
"Mhm-hmm," you nod frantically, sighing with relief, Gojo keeping his hand around your throat while you hook your arm behind his neck, your free hand at his thigh as you clap your ass back onto him, signaling to Getou exactly what you wanted to do to him, Gojo syncing groans with you, hissing between your neck and letting you do as you pleased. "Your fuckin' pussy."
"My fuckin' pussy," Gojo repeats within a grunt, moving his hips quicker with yours. "Want me to share it with Getou? Would you like that, baby? Be used like a slut by the both of us?"
More than anything. "Yes, please baby. Wanna get fucked by him too," you pout, batting your lashes innocently, mouth dropping and gasping as he clenched his jaw and reached between your legs to rub at your clit, pounding his cock into you, forgetting your lead in this. A glint in Gojo’s eyes let's you know that he's skeptical about it. He's not the sharing type, but if his babygirl wanted something, especially for her birthday, he'd allow it.
Gojo makes contact with Getou again, the man half spent as he neared his orgasm, this glorious sight of you fucking with his head. Gojo understands, course he fucking does. You'd make any man worship you. Body of a goddess, gorgeous smile, well mannered—outside of bed. The wettest, tightest pussy ever. That's why he was first in line. That's why you wear that ring on your finger to this day as a reminder that you're carrying his scent, his name, his loyalties. You're his. You're a handful, and your pleasures are surely his most important task to take care of. So, if you wanted to be handled by another man tonight, while still wearing his ring, you could. Your wants and needs are his desires.
"After you cum for me first," Gojo gnaws at your neck, giving you only a few more rough, shallow thrusts before you scream his name and fall forward, cumming and shaking as Gojo holds you tight, kissing you and telling him you did such a good job.
Not even three minutes pass before the doorbell rings, your heart stopping as you whip your head up to look at the window, Getou long gone. Gojo hums deep in his throat, spanking your ass and sliding out of you, still fully erect, finding some nearby sweatpants and slipping into them, never turning back to give you a look. You curl into your own body, scared of what was going to play out, but all at once excited.
Gojo pulls open the door to see the dark-haired man before him, leaning forward with his arm raised high, hand still on the door as Getou ups his chin.
It was supposed to be an innocent kiss, but let’s be honest when is kissing a guy at a random party ever actually innocent. Though it’s like like Jongho was a random guy. No, he was The Jongho. Perfectly styled, perfectly eloquently, perfectly polite and more than anything perfectly desirable. To put it simply, you would have let him kiss you any time any place, it just so happened it was tonight.
Opening the door would have been much simpler if your hands weren’t wrung in his hair though, that you had to admit.
“Fuck.” You huffed our, breaking the kiss for far longer than you wished, untangling yourself from him to shove your key into the hole and turn. The door came crashing open. Turning back to the man you took him by the hand, pulling him through the threshold in a desperate attempt to get his lips back on yours. It was unfair how even in all the rush he still kissed so wonderfully, the perfect combination of gentle and passionate and strong to make your head spin.
You kicked your shoes off with a flurry, throwing your arms around Jongho’s nevk once more, groaning into the kiss. His hands were placed politely on your waist, a perfect reflection of how he had been all evening, ever the gentleman.
Just as your brain was swooning over the man you were suddenly thrown off balance. Two hands took hold of the back of your thighs, hoisting you up with no warning at all. You broke the kiss to squeal but before the noise could escape your lips, your back was pressed to the wall and the outline of an impressively sized cock was now pressed into your front. Your squeal morphed into a wagon moan before Jongho’s eyes and even in your current flustered state you saw the pride floating in his eyes.
“Shit, do that again.” You huffed, hanging limply off the man as he pressed into your front. The smallest hint of a smirk shadowed his features.
“Do what? Throw you around?” He asked teasing, soaking up your sounds as he rolled his hips into your again m.
“Yes please.” You begged, dropping your head against the wall in a groan.
“That I can do.” He replied, all to smug and full of promises.
Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex(female receiving), fingering, nipple play, some fluff, happy ending, a little sappy but worth it, name-calling (use of princess and darling once)
Synopsis: All you want is a good night's rest after a long week but your noisy neighbor can't seem to give you a moment of peace, best to go knock on his door....
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I had just laid my head down on my pillow. The cool feeling on my cheek enveloping me. I could tell I was gonna sleep so good. I closed my eyes and let myself relax, looking forward to the good sleep that my body was hopeful for after a long week of stressful work. I had just begun to doze when it started. I knew it was too good to be true. That HE was for once not making some sort of racket next door.
"Yunho what the hell! You were supposed to be covering me!" A long pause then "Let's rendezvous back at home base and then we'll go back in on their camp."
My delightful neighbor, who was an avid gamer, was back at his weekend antics. Sunday through Thursday he didn't play anything past 10 pm. He was normal and actually slept so he could go to work the next day. But once Friday hit, he barely slept and played video games practically all night long. He was super handsome, why wasn't he out at the club or going on dates? He never had people coming over to his place...but he obviously had friends. He would yell at them while playing online games. "Cover me bro!" Or one of their many inside jokes being yelled at any given time. This was all so frequent that I knew all their names too. Yunho, Jongho, Wooyoung, San, Seongwha, Hongjoong, and Mingi. It was odd to feel like I personally knew these people but they didn't even know I existed.
My apartment had only one bedroom and it shared a wall with this gaming asshole. Sometimes I would have to sleep on the couch just to have peace and quiet on the weekends. We'd had neighborly interactions. A few months ago when he moved in I helped him with some boxes when I got home from work. He was an IT guy and he actually helped me set up my new TV and had fixed my laptop once. We had casual conversation whenever we saw each other. In the parking lot, in the elevator, while picking up the mail, at the small grocery store down the street. After the late night gaming started I had asked him nicely on a few occasions to be a bit more considerate about his volume and he'd smiled and assured me he'd keep it down...which he never did. So I'd ask again, and he'd say the same thing but just like every time before, he'd be on his usual fuckery like I hadn't asked him at all.
I let out a long sigh of frustration before rolling over on my stomach and putting my pillow over my head. Hoping for a solution to the noise but the muffled shouts at Seongwha still could be heard.
I'm not a confrontational person, I would even say I'm a push over for the most part. Every time I would ask him to keep it down I was basically so nice and passive, just being too kind about the whole thing. He was nice, had never been rude a single day since he moved in-outside of the gaming and yelling that is. So that made it hard for me to be mean, it just wasn't in my nature. Until now that is.
I tossed and turned in my bed. Every ounce of commentary coming from the room next door was keeping me from sleeping. After an hour of tossing and turning I couldn't take it anymore and I'd be damned if I'm sleeping on my couch one more weekend. I jumped out of bed and marched myself through my living room, past my kitchen and right out of my front door. To hell with shoes!
I banged on his door with my balled up fist, not holding back any of my frustrations. I waited about a minute and then I banged again when nobody answered.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I could here him call from inside. He swung the door open and shock crossed his eyes. Hell shock even crossed mine. He was shirtless, with black sweatpants low on his hips. My eyes took in the whole sight but I quickly righted my eyes to focus on his face. Only his face. God I hope he didn't notice my cheeks burning. I tried to play off my embarrassment and dove right into the whole reason I was banging on his door to begin with.
"Yeosang I'm trying to sleep and all I can hear is you yelling at your buddies." I crossed my arms, half trying to hide the fact I wasn't wearing a bra and half because I was so frustrated with him. My tattered, well worn, over sized t-shirt that was my most favorite and comfiest thing to wear to bed was not what I should have worn to confront my neighbor.
He leaned against the doorway of his apartment and put one hand in his sweatpants pocket while the other ran through his hair. His bare...sculpted...muscled...chest...flexed with every movement making heat come to cheeks. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! I mentally slapped myself trying to stay focused. Swallowing my embarrassment and the lump in my throat I found my voice again.
"I'd really appreciate it if you could keep it down." I said, playing up my annoyed tone
"It's really not that late, is it?" He quipped back with a smile, making me grit my teeth.
"It's past midnight Yeosang" I said flatly.
"Oh, um...I'm really sorry, I-uh- I know I get a little carried away." He ran a hand through his dark hair again. It was slightly wavy and a little fluffy from maybe air drying? WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HIS HAIR ROUTINE? He smirked and chuckled, snapping me out of my thought. He then shifted his weight from one side of the door frame to the other, leaning on his opposite shoulder now. My eyes snuck a peak at his body again as he moved and I hated myself for it. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath in to try and regain any ounce of my composure I had when I barged over here. He was chuckling at me all while looking so damn attractive, it pissed me off! Was he really laughing at my frustration?
"You're an ass you know that? Some of us had shit weeks and want some rest! I'm tired of busting my ass all week to have to sleep on my couch every weekend to get some damn peace from you! Of all the neighbors to have I just had to get you didn't I!?" I don't know if it was me being grumpy from work or what exactly possessed me, but I didn't have a second thought when my right hand flew up and shoved his chest as I spat my words at him. He barely budged at all and my plan had been to attack and then run away....like an idiot kid...but I didn't even get a chance to turn away. He quickly grabbed my wrist before I could pull my arm back. He whipped me forward and the next thing I knew my body was sandwiched between him and the door frame he was just leaning on. My arm over my head,wrist pinned just above us. Once I registered what had happened all of my senses flooded with him. His scent, earthy and masculine. His feel, firm and solid. His breath tickling my nose because he was so close.
"I might be an ass for being loud...but maybe I was doing it on purpose... to make you talk to me." His eyes were searching mine as he spoke. I was frozen in place, stunned by him being this close to me, shocked from the words he was saying. "I'm sorry your week was shit." He said as he brushed a stray hair out of my face. His voice was husky but soft and warm. "I'm really glad to be your neighbor, I'm just...not good at talking to people that I like..." His checks grew pink and he looked down "and sleeping on the couch?" He shook his head and sighed "I'm sorry I drove you to that, that's not what I was trying to do..." He looked up, his brown eyes found mine again and I could see how genuinely sorry he was.
He let my wrist go from above us and I decided to let it rest on his firm muscled shoulder. In response to me not pulling away his hands moved to rest on my hips, they felt scorching hot against the thin material of my tshirt.
All this time he was being noisy to keep having me ask him to keep it down. Normally people just ask to hang out so they can get to know each other, but apparently not Yeosang. Maybe I should have been brave and made the first move weeks ago. I was attracted to him and had definitely been crushing on him. Now here I was sandwiched between him and his door frame with our hands on each other. I had a decision to make.
"Make it up to me." I said breathaly, maintaining the intense eye contact as the tension between us started to boil.
The recognition of what I was asking sparked in his eyes and I immediately hooked my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me, crashing my lips onto his. They melted against mine with a softness, his hint of stubble gently scratching against me. He swiped his tongue across my bottom lip asking for entrance and I opened. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my body closer to him as he deepened the kiss, me body melding against his. Taking it from soft and sensual to needy and urgent.
Yeosang slid his hands from my hips to my ass and lifted me up with ease, making me squeal a little from surprise. He chuckled and smiled against my lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started carrying me into his apartment after kicking the door shut with a thud. I held tight to him and kissed down his jaw line, peppering kisses over his neck as he walked. The apartment was dimly lit with ambient light and I couldn't make out much, not like I was paying attention to anything other than the man I was currently clinging to.
The next thing I knew he was lowering himself on to his couch with me shifting my legs to straddle him. In the new position where I was sitting on his lap I could feel his hard length pressed against my core. The only thing separating us were my panties and his sweatpants. My lips wasted no time in finding his again and I slid both my hands in his hair. I confirmed instantly that he had definitely taken a shower and his hair was slightly damp. I moaned into our sloppy kisses at the thought of him in the shower. His hands that were gently kneading my ass firmly pulled me forward making me rub across his erection creating delicious friction for the both of us. With my hand fisted in his hair I tugged gently as a rocked against him on my own free will now. Reveling in the feeling if him brushing my clit. He broke away from my kisses to lean his head back and suck in air through his teeth. His spoke in a low gravely tone that gave me goosebumps
"Thought I was supposed to be making it up to you? Hm? Why are you now treating me?" He squeezed my hips that were steadily rocking against him.
"Oh, darling I'm treating myself, you just happen to be getting some perks" I chuckled and reached for the hem of my shirt. I pulled it up and over my head tossing it to the side. With my body bare to him his hands started roaming upwards. I kept a steady pace rocking against him, stoking my own pleasure, as i held on to his shoulders and threw my head back.
His hands cupped my breasts, the pads of his thumbs gently brushing over my nipples making them stand at attention. When his mouth wrapped around one hardened peak and sucked it cause me to whine in over sensitive pleasure. "Yeosang, ah-" he sucked harder making me dig my nails into his shoulders. He switched from one breast to the other, repeating his labors. My gasps and moans were the only sounds filling the room until he released my nipple with a pop making me whine at the loss of his mouth.
"Princess you've soaked through my sweatpants. We might as well get rid of the rest of these clothes...but first" he stood up making me squeal and hold on tight around his neck, he hooked his arms under me to make sure I didn't fall. "Let's go somewhere I bit more comfortable"
"I have legs! I can walk you know!" I swatted his back with my hand as he walked through the doorway into his bedroom, the lamp on the nightstand cast the whole room in a warm light
"Not for long" he chuckled darkly, sending goosebumps across my skin. He laid me down on his bed kissing the crook of my neck and then trailing tiny kisses across my chest, each breast, and worked his way lower till he got to the hem of my panties. He pauses looked up at me with dark and mischievous eyes. I bit my lip in anticipation and could feel my cheeks burn. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of my panties and peeled them off of me before tossing them to the side. His trail of kisses continued, kissing the nook of where my thighs met hips. He reached an arm around each thigh and pulled me to the very edge of the bed where he waited on his knees with hungry eyes. I had gasped in shock and my chest was heaving from the anticipation of what his next move would be.
"Can I keep making it up to you?" He cocked his eyebrow at me waiting for my response.
"Please" I breathed, nodding my head, wanting nothing more than for this man to devour me. He smirked and quickly places my legs over his shoulders before wrapping his arms back underneath me and around thighs. I was spread out for him like a buffet and he waisted no time in tasting.
The flat of his hot tongue made contact with me and i arched my back in response. My slickness was everywhere and he lapped it up quickly making me squirm.
"Easy princess, I'm just getting started." He kissed my inner thigh before diving back in. He traced my lips with his tongue, teasing me and sending me into a relaxed state before he slowly dragged the tip of his tongue from my pulsing core all the way to my clit. He circled me a few times lazily before setting a punishing pace and digging his fingers into my thighs to hold me still.
My breathing was eradic, my body was practically convulsing at the attentive skills he was using. I used every ounce of my control to steady my breathing and focus on him, his tongue, and the feelings he was giving me. The white hot euphoria started burning in my gut, it sent tingles through out my body and I couldn't resist it. I was sent tumbling over the edge by it, gasping and crying out.
"Yeosang, oh god, oh god, please, fuck" my hips bucked but he didn't stop, he quickly shifted positions holding me steady and slowly put 2 fingers into my pulsing core and massaged the spot inside me that was already so sensitive. He did that while keeping his tongue steady on my clit.
Tears began burning my eyes as he stoked the white hot burning feeling all over again, my shaking body was secured by his muscular frame. "Yeosang, fuck, I'm coming!" When I came again i unleashed a flood onto his hand. My cunt pulsed around his fingers as aftershocks continued making me whimper. I had fisted his bed sheets so much they were wrecked and disheveled all around me. I'm sure they were ruined in other ways after what Yeosang had just coaxed from me.
"Oh princess" he kissed my thighs as he gently pulled his fingers out of me. Making me whimper at the over sensitivity "you are so fucking beautiful. Is it bad to say I dreamed of this moment?" He slipped his dripping fingers into his mouth as he sucked them clean. He then licked his palm clean of all my essence and smiled at me like he was pleased beyond measure.
"I can't even form words right now Yeosang" I panted, light headed from what just happened.
"Good, means I'm making it up to you in the right way." He massaged my hips where he was holding me down, it tickled and felt good all at the same time making me sigh. "We're still not finished though princess, I have a lot more making up to do." He stood up from being on his knees and slid his sweatpants down freeing his length. Having felt it through the material earlier, I could tell he was thick and long but seeing it, thick and long might not begin to cover it. My mouth hung open in shock as it bobbed, my gaze traveled from it to Yeosangs eyes and all I could do was gulp and bite my lip. I used what little bit of strength I had to push myself back farther onto the bed and Yeosang crawled up and over me, caging me in with his arms and settled his legth against my stomach. I pressed up against him to feel it press into my skin. Everything about this man was scorching, the heat radiating off of him was dizzying.
"Anxious are we?" Yeosang dipped his head down to kiss me softly
"I trust you" I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. "I'm...on birth control....an IUD....you don't have to...you can..." I closed my eyes to not look at him.
He chuckled and kissed me softly again "I don't have to wrap it up is what you mean?"
"Yeah....that" my face was hot with embarrassment which he noticed but he quickly kissed each of my pink cheeks and then rested his forehead against mine.
"Look at me" he whispered and I opened my eyes, our faces so close " I'm gunna fill you up with cum and mark you as mine princess, and you're never gunna sleep on a couch again because of my dumb ass. The only thing keeping you up at night from here on out will be my tongue and my cock, and if you're not in your bed you're gunna be in mine."
My pussy throbbed at his words, and I hoped he was fucking serious. His lips crashed over mine and marked me with a searing kiss before he pulled away and leaned back. My arms released him and I laid them above my head in his pillows. My wetness was still everywhere so he slid his cock across my center, coating his length. He rocked against my clit making me gasp and fist the pillows above my head.
"You ready princess?" He asked lining himself up with my entrance.
"Yes, please Yeosang" I begged, I needed to feel him, I wanted to take all of him. He pushed the tip in slowly, my body opening up to him as much as it could. "More please more" I cried and he obliged. His hands firmly gripped my hips as he pushed farther into me, the sting of the stretch feeling painful and pleasurable at the same time. "Fuck, Yeosang, it hurts so good" I pouted with tears blurring my vision, wanting to feel more of him. My walls pulsed slightly as he pushed farther in making him hiss between gritted teeth and once he bottomed out I felt sweat droplets hit my stomach.
He was so focused on not hurting me he was straining to keep control. His hands had been gripping my thighs but he brought one hand up to my stomach now to wipe the sweat away. "Fuck Yeosang, do you see it?" I asked looked down between us. My breathing was ragged and I had focused on relaxing my body as he pushed into me.Now looking at us connected at our roots I could see the head of his cock bulging through my lower abdomen. He pressed his palm flat to it and smirked as he felt his cock. "Oh princess" he sighed as more sweat droplets fell onto my stomach. "Imma try not to break you" he slid out slowly and then pushed back in making my head roll back and moans to leave my mouth. "You like that I fill you so deep princess?" He slid out and pushed back in again, all while keeping his palm flat on my stomach.
"Yes, yeosang, yes!" I whined. I was already seeing stars as he pulled out for a third time and slid back in. The initial stretch was completely replaced with pure ecstasy now. My body stretching and adjusting to his size quickly. It wanted more of him, every time he called my princess it stoked something inside of me. Every time he touched my skin it set me on fire. He set a slow pace at first, gaging my reaction. I was putty in his hands as he pumped in and out of me. His hands found my breasts and he toyed with my nipples drawing more whines from me.
His pace quickened and had me pleading his name over and over again. I pleaded for him to fill me up. I wanted to feel his cock throbbing inside of me. My words making him mad with arousal, stroking his ego at how good he was making me feel. He hitched one of my ankles over his shoulder and slid his hand to my core and used the pad of his thumb to make circles over my clit. "Cum on my cock princess, I need you to cum for me. Let me make it up to you." The burning coil in my stomach snapped and I was spilling over. His name falling from my lips along with a string of curses as he fucked me through my orgasm. He brought my leg down from his chest and wrapped it around his waist with my other leg. As he pumped into me the drag and pulsing of my walls sending him over the edge into his own orgasm. "Fuck princess, you're fucking mine." He grunted as he laid over top of me, his head buried into the crook of my neck as he painted my insides with his seed. His elbows planted on either side of my head supporting himself.
Our labored breathing was all that could be heard. He relaxed his body on top of mine as I drew patterns on his back with my finger tips. He stayed inside of me until he went soft and only then slid out. "I'll be right back" he said as he eased off of me and headed towards the bathroom. I heard the sink running for a minute and then he came back with a washcloth. He gently placed it over my core and let me relax at the warmth for a minute. I appreciated the thoughtfulness and attentiveness, seeing this whole new side to him made me want to see more of what Yeosang was like. He then cleaned me up as best as he could before taking the washcloth back to the bathroom. When he came back he stood by the bed saying "Come here" he reached a hand out for me to grab and when I did he pulled me up and over his shoulder like he was a cave man and I was his prize.
"Yeosang!!!!" I squealed and smacked his ass with my hand as I hung upside down, helpless.
"Hold on, I'm just getting rid of the comforter, you ruined it ya know." he chuckled and smacked my ass back making me yelp. After only a second he put me back down on the bed that was just covered by his sheets. The comforter was now in a pile on the floor.
Off in the distance a ringtone could be heard, "Uh, give me one second, my phones ringing." He quickly turned and headed out if his room, allowing me to check out his ass before her headed to his gaming room I assumed. I could hear him answer the phone.
"Hey Seongwha, what's up?"
"Yeah, sorry I abandoned you guys" I could hear him walking back towards the bedroom. I had crawled under the covers and was waiting to see what more Yeosang was gunna say. He made it to the doorway and paused seeing me tucked into his bed waiting for him.
"I think I'm done playing video games for the night" he smiled seeing me there
"Yeah, I'm actually gunna be a bit more busy I think on weekends, might not be able to play as often." he walked over to the bed pulling back the sheets and getting under them. I started thinking back to all our interactions, the unspoken sexual tension that has always crackled between us...we were both just too chicken to do anything about it.
"I'll text you later okay? Have fun raiding their camp" he hung up and laid his phone on the nightstand. He used his arm to pull me into his side, not leaving any space between us. I rested my head on his chest as he kissed the top of my head and spoke softly "I'm gunna keep making it up to you in the morning princess, but first get some rest."
**Thanks for reading! This is my first "published" drabble so sorry for any grammatical errors or poor writing xD Hope you enjoyed! This was based off a dream I had once about Yeosang being a noisy apartment neighbor and I definitely woke up before anything spicy happened lol but I had to write this into something spicy lol**
hi! can i please request yunho and 30, 37, 117? soft smut though? dom!yunho practically love making to fem!y/n😭 please and thank you!!
Amative | JYH
Member: dom!Yunho x fem!reader
Genre: Soft smut
Words: 407
Prompt(s):
30. “I love it when you kiss my neck.”
37. “You’re mine.”
117. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
Sat at the kitchen table on his laptop, Yunho’s attention strays to you putting away clean dishes. Even when you’re doing the most mundane things, Yunho still becomes captivated by you, getting lost in his thoughts of you. When you stand upright from placing a pot under the counter, you notice his gaze.
“What?” You ask with a grin and continue with your chore.
“Nothing,” he says, focusing back on his computer, smiling to himself.
After you put away the last few plates, you walk around the breakfast bar to where he is sitting. You drape your arms over his shoulders and nuzzle your face into his neck.
“What are you all smiley about?” You question, words muffled against his neck, making him laugh at how it tickles.
“Nothing.”
“Hmm?” You hum and gently kiss his skin, “It’s not nothing.”
Your mouth carefully teases him until you hear him sigh.
“I love it when you kiss my neck.”
Without looking, you know his eyes are closed
“Scoot back.” You pat his chest and move around to his side as he pushes his chair further from the table.
His hands naturally help you to straddle him. Once seated, your fingers thread through his hair, and he swoops in to capture your lips. Your hips barely rock against him, making him grip your waist harder.
“You’re mine.”
You pull back enough to look into his eyes in confusion.
“Did something happen?”
“No, I just like saying it because sometimes I can’t believe it,” he simply answers with a fond gaze that makes you melt.
Without waiting any longer, he guides you back to his lips with a gentle hand holding your chin. Once you get back into the rhythm, he helps grind your clothed heat harder against his hardening member at a leisurely pace. Usually, these spontaneous moments are rougher and more desperate, but this change is nice. Every touch is meaningful and tender, making you feel so emotionally in tune with your boyfriend.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” he manages to say when you begin kissing down his neck again.
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” you tease with a subtle grin as you withdraw from your soft attack on his neck.
“Let’s go to our room.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Not like that tonight,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to cradle your face, his thumb stroking your cheek, “Just say my name.”
pairing: kim hongjoong x fem!reader
genre: friends to lovers, smut, angst
word count: 14k
summary: four friends, three months, and what feels like a lifetime of memories both fond and fatalistic — it’s the cliche of romantic partnerships ending off the back of an agonizing past: time heals all wounds.
which then begs the question: how much does 90 days buy you, and is it enough?
Word count: 3089
Content and warnings: pornstar!Kaeya x pornstar!Reader au, reader is afab and goes by she/her, smut, edging, teasing, orgasm delay/denial (for reader), oral (f receiving), reader isn’t supposed to make any sound (hold the moan stuff), plot what plot / porn without plot, reader is kind of taking the role as a pillow princess in this
Notes: not proof-read, breaking my silence in posting with this, I might/will probably rewrite this later down the line
An easy gig with a well-known pornstar. POV-shot, for women, focus completely on him. The task was simple: just lie on the bed, move organically but not too much, and try to be as silent as possible. The person watching is meant to be able to imagine it was them. It was straight to the point and clinical.
“It’s more for the audience than for you.” That’s what the director told you.
you could personally never understand one’s desire to run as far away from their hometown as they could.
maybe it’s because you’ve had the privilege of growing up in a beautiful, prosperous place, with cozy winters, amazing festivals and snowfalls on the frozen lake before spring came and melted it away.
maybe it’s because you have fond memories tied back to this picturesque place, shops and restaurants surrounding the lake in a way that almost seemed too magical to really exist.
you’ve met so many different people purely because of that sight, men and women of different cultures and backgrounds always so eager to take in your hometown’s natural beauty.
fortunately for you, the lake ran right through your yard and acted as a place of solace where you could get away from everything in the busy, touristy town.
a place you went when you were feeling happy, sad, angry or when, truthfully, you didn’t know how to feel.
it’s also where you first met your boyfriend, one of the many come and go visitors, who introduced himself as mingi.
it was not often that diluc got angry. despite his vision, hotheaded is the last thing he is.
he's calm. rational. precise.
so why is it that you have to make him mad? why do you go out of your way to tease him? why do you insist on making him lose his temper?
why do you flirt with kaeya at the bar? trailing a finger down his arm, giggling at his horrid jokes, leaning in close to whisper something in his ear.
why do you only wear a thin, oversized t-shirt around the manner? one that allows your nipples to peak through, and rides up to show your bare cunt to anyone that passes by when you bend over.
why do you insist on sucking him off under the desk of his office when he needs to finish his paperworks?
a husky, shaky groan reverberated around the walls of diluc's office. momentarily, he wondered if anyone outside heard him, but those thoughts were drowned out as you ran your tounge over the tip of his cock again, eliciting yet another grunt.
you smiled as you allowed him into your mouth once more, bobbing your head up and down as your tounge worked alongside his veins.
diluc's grip in your hair tightened, his hips started to thrust up on their accord. telltale signs he was about to cum.
"y-you... you're a fucking slut. you know that?"
you pulled away from his cock to reply, bringing your hand up to stroke him as a replacement.
"i know. but i'm your slut, aren't i?"
another shuttered moan as your plush lips swallowed around him again.
he wish he could control himself around you. but you always seem to find a way to tempt him. to somehow make him do things he'd thought he never would.
diluc's hair was messy. his face red and eyes blown black. sweat dribbled down his forehead. he needed to cum inside you, not just in your mouth.
"get up here. now."
diluc removed his hands from your hair to allow to you to stand. a sly smirk still on your disgustingly pretty face. a smirk he wanted to wipe off.
you always thought you were in charge. that you could do whatever you pleased. not today.
"turn around. bend over the desk."
"oh? feeling bossy today, hm?"
archons. your voice was so condescending. dripping with arrogance and snottiness. he could feel the blood bubbling in his veins.
why couldn't you ever just obey him?
you decided to ignore his command, instead opting to crawl onto his lip and nip at his neck.
not a minute later you felt rough hands at your waist. hoisting you into the air before slamming you down onto the desk you were just under.
a whimper of shock and pain slipped through your lips.
diluc was the only thing you could see or feel. his arms caged on either side of you and his face only centimeters above yours. his warmth leaked through his clothes, and you weren't sure if it was from arousal or anger, or if he was just always this temperature and you hadn't noticed before.
"you're such a fucking brat."
had he ever spoken to you with so much disdain in his voice before?
you didn't have time to process much before you found yourself flipped over. a squeak left you as your skirt was flipped up. exposing your bare cunt to diluc and the air.
"of course you're not wearing anything under. what more should i expect from a whore like you?"
a sudden sting of pain. a loud squeal from your lips. a red handprint on your ass.
you would be lying if you said you weren't turned on. diluc had always seen so soft to you. so gentle and caring and letting. you really like this side of him, you think.
with every hit your chest rubbed against the smooth wood table and your ass stung, making you sigh and mewl at the stimulation your tits and cunt were getting. your hands coming up to grip at the edge of the table.
with every hit your pussy drooled a bit more, allowing diluc to see just how much pleasure you derived from what was supposed to be a punishment.
"w-why you stop?"
your question was quickly answered when diluc slid himself inside you.
he was big. you both knew that. that's why he always allowed you time to get used to his size. but not this time.
this time he wanted to break you. to have you sobbing his name begging him to stop.
tears prickled your eyes. the stretch stung but he allowed you no reprieve. already fucking you as hard as he could. you could feel the tip hit your cervix everytime he slid in. his hips smacking into yours audibly with every thrust.
you felt so full. you could feel him in your guts. you could feel him dragging against every inch of you. your slick walls allowing him to easily slip in and out.
moans and non-sense jumbles poured nonstop out of you.
"ohmyfuck, diluc ah~!"
"ar-archons above!"
"hah, ah, hrng!"
"we just started and i've already fucked you dumb? how pathetic. moan louder why don't you? maybe the whole bar will come to check up on you. that's what you would like, right? fucking slut."
you had barely half a mind to register his words but they still slightly stung before they were drowned out but the pleasure again. diluc's hips now angled to directly hit your soft spot each time.
the knot in your stomach snaps. sending a spurt of your juices out to soak diluc's abdomen. making your toes curl and eyebrows furrow. making you howl and mewl even louder.
"gods, you never shut the fuck up, do you?"
one of diluc's hand left their place on your waist to reach up to your face. his fingers shoving themselves inside your mouth. placing themselves on your tounge and pushing back until you gagged on them. effectively muffling your moans but making drool pool from your mouth.
his grip on your hip was still bruising, pace still brutal and making you so, so overstimulated.
"diiphlic! shlo dow!" your voice came out smothered but he still understood what you meant to say, not that he cared at all what you wanted anymore.
as much of a brat that you were he was still addicted to your cunt. tight and wet and wrapped around him so perfectly. he could fuck this cunt for the rest of his life, he thinks.
your oversensitive pussy was clamping down on his at a constant rate. trying to push him out and stop his relentless abuse. but really it only made him want to use you more.
"just a stupid cocksleeve now, aren't ya?" he felt powerful. after all the times you teased or irritated him, he could finally get his payback.
your pussy was sore. your legs were getting numb and you weren't sure how much more you could take. but gods if you weren't enjoying every single second of it. the thought of being used as nothing more than a toy made your brain go haywire. but not as much as diluc's fat cock violating your cunt did.
you came again to the thought of what the scene must have looked like. you drooling on diluc's fingers and bent over the desk. hair a mess and skirt exposing you to anyone who would be foolish enough to open the door despite the vulgar noises floating into the air. diluc ramming into you like a madman, fucking you like he fucking loathes you.
diluc released into you with a shaky stutter. hips stilling as his hot cum seeped into your womb.
deep, heavy breathes rose into the air from both of you. bodies thoroughly exhausted from the rough fucking that had just occurred.
diluc pulled out and watched as your pussy released thick globs of cum out to pool on the floor.
you shifted and sat up from your position, sitting on his desk in front of him with a satisfied hum.
⟶ summary: so maybe asking your best friend for help with sex is wrong for a number of reasons, but you swear you’re still just friends. nothing more, nor less.
⟶ warnings: brief accidental sexting?, the ‘oh no! accidentally sent nudes to the wrong person who also has sexual tension with you!’ trope but we cut it quick bc these two are idiots, masturbation, sex toys (just a vibrator), oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, doggy style, breast play/fondling, spit play, praise kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, protected sex, aftercare!!
⟶ note: this is part two to body talk but this can be read on it’s own without really reading the first part!!! also tagging @ddaechwita bc she constantly encourages my wooyoung simping and let me ramble to her about this fic hehe also there will most definitely be a part three to this!!
It’s a little known fact that you will do anything for Wooyoung.
He’s your best friend, and so it’s always been that way. The only one to make him laugh when he’s stressed, the only one to calm his nerves when he’s mad, the only one to see him cry, far from prying eyes and behind closed doors, when he’s upset. When you were kids, and he fell down from his bike and broke his leg, you spent the entire summer with him on the sidelines, stowed away in his house binge-watching every and any movie, while his friends ran off to play. When you were a junior in high school, you snuck him out of detention and whisked him away to a party in the next city over.
» k.yeosang x gn!reader
» 18+ dni if minor
» language, explicit smut, sex toys, glove/hand kink, corruption, dirty talk, slight degradation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, choking
» wc 1.4k
» link to masterlist
part of you wonders if perhaps this might have been easier to handle blindfolded. it would defeat a lot of the whole purpose of doing this, and this was your idea at the end of the day, but still — seeing yeosang before you in this manner was a lot more manageable in your head, and in your head only.
because now as he stands before you dressed in a skintight black turtleneck that accentuates his muscles in ways that should be illegal for anyone to see casually and leather pants that match the set of black gloves covering his hands up to his wrists, you are seriously reconsidering your idea of him doing this. the way your heart is racing inside the confines of your chest is borderline dangerous to your health. you wouldn’t be surprised if he had to stop this madness simply because you’ve passed out, and you’re wondering if that’s a possibility because of the way your breath keeps hitching when he paces back and forth in front of you.
