actually thatâs such a cute idea. ill def add it to my wips. heâd be such an attentive dad like look at how he adores giant baby Louis already đ
áȘàŒgist: 7 deadly sins. or in this case 7 deadly ways in which ohyul's vice (you)takes form.
pride: ohyul doesn't care that he's just another name in your roster. doesn't care who you call at night as long as he's one of them. you told him once how you never orgasmed from penetration and since then it's been his personal mission to make you orgasm. he prides himself on seeing how weak you get when he slides right in. how you moan how god he feels in you. how he fills you up. you once told him, you accidentally moaned his name to some other hook up and that still lives in his mind..
greed: you're his when he's in you. no distraction. shamelessly possessive of your time. even if it connects with his. the monthly fortnite tournament he's obligated with his friends. you show up announced while he's tag teaming a kill. you tell him you can rain check, barely turning your back when he's up on his feet in a flash. the mic head set thrown to the grown. your hip over his as you straddle him on his gaming chair. there's complains that rain over ohyul missing the game but he doesn't care.
lust: it's the sleek dress you sometimes wear. or the perfume he's associated with you. you could be at the opposite side of a room. at some friend of a friend party and ohyul's eyes will always find you. the way his gaze traces your frame. the way his eyes light up as if seeing beyond the fabric to the body underneath. he'd make his way to you. press his cock behind your ass. whisper obscene things about how hard you're making him. that he wouldn't mind ditching them for a bit. with so much bodies and loud noise they wouldn't notice two people hauled up in some bathroom for 30 minutes.
gluttony: the nut, or more specifically both of yours came (no pun intended) 30 minutes ago. yet he's got a vice grip on your hips. you're cow-girling. and his thrusts are weaker. but he's overindulging in this feeling. of your pussy on his dick. the way he bounces his hips up every few minutes. even if he's spent. he can't even physically release anymore even if he wants. yet he slaps your ass and positions you up and down his cock. pussydrunk and too stubborn to let you get off him anytime soon.
wrath: a name. not his, lights up your phone screen. brief. inconspicuous. next thing you know you're face down, ass up. his hands roam harshly. he slaps your ass that you know you'll feel the consequences of it by morning light. he's got you in a bear hug. and he slams into you. each slam harder and more deeper. you're unable to even gasp. just stupidly mouth agape. he won't admit it but he's taking out his frustration. of simply seeing a name that dominates your time through this. his teeth, normally gently tugs on your neck. he's marking his territory. leaving love bites that'll cement you being his.
envy: when the same name pops up after it all. he goes quiet. the aftercare is spent him wiping you off. the way his hands guide you to his lips. the way his hands linger on your thigh. his mouth traces lines against them. his kisses says the words he's unable to say aloud. "give me your time. just focus on me. no one else." and your response is just as wordless. your fingers tangling in his mushed up hair. as if to reply. "of course. who else would my time belong to?"
sloth: he's not a procrastinator on most days. he actually likes being on top of things. but it's the way you snuggle your back towards him. your hips right on his waist. it's easy for him to fall into idle temptation. without a word he pulls you against his chest, his hands finding their way to your ass. he gives you a sharp squeeze and you yelp. you try and playfully and with no real force to shoo his arms away. telling him you should start on chores. "soon." he mumbles into your hair and you feel the gentle push of his cock making way. his pacing is lazy, relaxed. with no rush. he enters and exists you and you enjoy the feeling of his frame behind your back.
yall i have a smut fic about james from cortis but i dont know which blog to post it on. my main is mostly only suggestive work and this one is for ohyul only. omg
áȘàŒgist: 2yul threesome. smut with somewhat of a plot (though not really).
âohyul.â the taller of the two with black hair and bangs that falls near his eyes says. the other one, a bit shorter with black hair and tipped blonde highlights adds, âryul.â
you nod to acknowledge them both. the liquid courage you had earlier now sizzles dimly in the pit of your stomach. âare you boys siblings?â
ohyul, with a mischievous smirk says ânah, we cousins.â
ryul watches the way your eyes widen in obvious shock. your fingers drum uncomfortably over each other. âdonât believe this idiot. weâre just friends. no blood relations.â
is this even better?
youâre not sure.
ryul's more perceptive than ohyul seems to be. at least when it comes to the things he wants.
he leans towards your space, sees you fidget with the last tab of your bra and removes it with ease. ohyul doesnât seem to even glance your way. comfortably removing his own clothing like heâs not undressing with a stranger (you) and his friend inside a room.
âwe can stop at anytime.â ryul gazes in your direction. you swipe your palms down your naked thighs. nervous, slightly self conscious, but honestly thrilled for whatever the hell this is going to be.
they're the hottest boys youâve seen.
ohyul scoffs, leans near the wall. theyâre both too comfortable being stark naked in front of you. like theyâve done this before. and youâre just the stand in factor. âcanât you see sheâs eye fucking us both. she clearly wants this. maybe a little shy.â
ryul stares at you, measuring your reaction. âstill iâd prefer a clear consent before we start.â he steps closer. âso what is it?â
your throat feels tight. thereâs something magnetic about the way theyâre both looking at you. ohyul with a smug smirk toying at the corners of his lips, and ryul with the kind of patience you donât expect from someone you just met for the first time ever.
you swallow, swipe your palms down your thighs one last time and exhale a shaky breath. âyeah. i want this.â
ohyul lets out a loud whistle. âhell yeah.â
ryul gives you a smile and you feel like youâll melt. âawesome.â he leans even closer. grabs you by the waist as he leads you to the bed.
his hands push the blankets aside.
this isnât even his room. nor his home where the party still raves loud downstairs. but he navigates the bed like its his own.
he lays you on your back. while ohyul watches with intense focus. you adjust to the bed, eyes round, looking up to where he stands.
ryul moves closer to where your head is, perched peacefully on the pillow he's put under you.
ohyul exhales through his nose, sharply. you turn your head to catch the way he's biting his lower lip.
god heâs hot. plump lips, that look utterly soft. you can't wait to kiss him.
ryulâs fingers trace the curve of your jaw, tilting your chin towards him. âeyes on me,â he instructs, though the smirk tugging at his mouth shows he's not minding you being distracted.
his thumb brushes your bottom lip as his hips nears your mouth, guiding himself to you. âopen up, sweetheart.â ryul instructs softly.
the command sends heat pooling down your thighs.
itâs the excessive sweetness that doesnât sound mocking. the way his grin grows when he says âsweetheartâ that makes you crumble.
pathetic. youâre easy.
but your lips part instinctively, and the first brush of him against your tongue tastes salty and faintly sweet. youâre careful not to let your teeth graze his cock. youâve done this before. this isnât your first rodeo.
yet you want to perform better than youâve ever done before. to please these two random guys you let all control fly for.
ohyul clears his throat. his hand works himself as he moves towards you on the bed. his fingers grips your thighs bluntly. âdonât hog her all to yourself man.â he looks at you currently preoccupied with ryulâs dick in your mouth.
ryulâs hips jerk forward almost involuntarily and you swear you taste the sharp gasp he tries to swallow as you hollow out your mouth. taking him further. your lips rotating around his cock.
ohyulâs grip on your thighs, tightens âwell, damnâ he mutters more to himself than to anyone else.
his fingers rough as he enters your pussy. no warning, no are you ready. heâs not gonna be as gentle as ryul. not when ryul is face fucking you and heâs waiting like some sidekick loser, getting himself off.
how dreadfully boring.
âohyul" you moan . voice overwhelmed with his fingers suddenly inside you. it sounds awkwardly muffled, with ryulâs cock covering most of your mouth that you can barely speak.
ohyulâs eyes darken as they trace every twitch of your body as his fingers take alternate turns in you. he doesn't dignify you with a response.
ryul grips your chin, redirecting your focus. ârelax, sweetheart. exhale through your nose.â
you do as your told.
ryul pulls back just enough to let you gasp, his cock glistening with your spit. âgood girl,â he coos and the praise coils tight in your stomach.
maybe you have a praise kink. because it does something to you. you take your free hand pushing him further back into your mouth with no hesitation. swallowing more of him until you feel the shaft.
you suck harder, faster.
ohyul chuckles low in his throat. "sheâs greedy," he observes, dragging his free hand up your stomach to pinch your nipple, just to watch you jolt. "look at her. already addicted." you whimper around ryulâs cock, but neither of them let up. ryul pets your hair almost apologetically, even as he nudges your head back to take him deeper.
which you do. disgustingly deep that you hope you donât gag.
"shit, y/n. i think im gonna c" ryul starts. his entire frame shakes. he cant even finish his sentence before he releases all over your mouth. your tongue is hit with his cum. so much so that it drips out. some landing on your chin and the rest splattering on your chest.
you close your eyes instinctively. nothingâs hot about cum in your eyes. it hurts and its sticky.
uncomfortably sticky.
ohyul exhales shakily, even as his fingers go deeper. hitting your cunt. youâd think it's his dick that you're sucking up with the way his chest heaves.
ryul shoots you an apologetic smile. his fingers wipe the pool of sweat trailing your hairline. "sorry, princess. didn't mean to do that." you swallow around his dick, your lips swollen and glistening.
ohyul tsks, rolling his eyes. "don't apologize, dude. look at her she enjoys it." his eyes follow where the excess cum and spit linger near your lips. "I know her type. girls like her to pretend to be shy but are secretly sluts." ohyul's thumb presses harder against your clit. as if punishing you for ryul's kindness.
you whimper, arching into the pressure, torn between the sharp sting of his words and the undeniable thrill they send down your spine.
ryulâs fingers still cradle your jaw, wiping away your spit or his cum. you're not sure which. they blend together seamlessly. his touch incredibly gentle against the rough scrape of ohyulâs long digits between your thighs. he frowns. his hands still against your jaw. "be gentle." he mutters.
ohyul scoffs.
gentle?
that's too vanilla for his liking. he's not relenting, his fingers picks up speed, and your body trembles uncomfortably. you're at a loss of words. the pleasure overwhelming. all you can utter is incoherent blubbers that don't make sense.
ohyul's tortuous pace doesn't falter. his grin cheshire wide. fingers curling deeper inside you. hotter, faster. you hear the slickness of your arousal, the sound wet as ohyul hits a spot that makes your hips jerk.
it's not until you feel liquid trail down your thighs that ohyul slows his pace just down enough to let you catch your breath.
his eyes scans your frame. "such a fucking mess already. can't event keep it together when i haven't even done much", he comments cockily.
ryul exhales sharply through his nose, but before he can retort, ohyulâs already pressing forward, crowding you deeper into the mattress. his knee nudges your thighs apart, and you donât resist.
canât, really, not when your bodyâs still humming from his fingers.
"she's fine," ohyul drawls, his dick touches your thigh as he frames himself over your hips.. "she can take more."
though ohyul could not care less even if you couldn't.
he's a bit selfish. a bit rough. you'll be fine.
ohyul's fingers dig into your hips, lifting enough just to align near your entrance. "ready", he murmurs. the closet to softness he's shown so far.
you barely nod before he thrusts in.
"tight," ohyul mutters, hips rolling in a way that makes your toes curl. "bet ryulâs jealous as hell right now." his fingers tighten on your waist, pulling you harder against him, and you gasp at the sudden fullness.
ryul's on the right side of your body. his lips parts slightly as he strokes himself lazily. "jealous?" he echoes, dragging his thumb over the head of his cock. "nah. just appreciating the view."
ohyul laughs dryly.
you dig your nails into his shoulders. partly out of spite. and partly because he's hitting all the right spots.
he pants, but he doesnât argue further, too focused on the way your body clenches around him.
on the way one of your hands reach down to his ass, pulling him deeper.
you want more of him.
"thatâs it," he growls, his fingers bruising against your skin. "take it. i know you can ."
ohyul's meaner than ryul.
there's no softness. no gentleness in his words. even the tone he uses on you isn't as delicate.
you'd frown if you could. if ohyul was awful. if you weren't getting some machoistic pleasure from his aggressive hands on your hips and his cock hitting your walls. ohyul reaches for your throat but gets stopped by ryul. "nah, man. "
you want to turn your head. to see the exact expression on ryul's face. but you can't . your lips parts. you bite down on your tongue to suppress a moan that's bubbling to the top.
a weak act of dominance on your part.
ohyulâs smirk widens at ryulâs intervention, but he doesnât argueâjust shifts his grip to your hair instead, yanking your head to the left for you to get a better view of him.
and only him.
you're forced to meet his gaze. "aht, aht" he orders, "it's my turn now." his hips snap forward again, deeper this time, and you choke out a sound.
ohyul eats it up gladly. his mouth on yours.
you can't even call it a kiss. it's hunger. brutal. teeth catching your bottom lip and you groan into it.
ohyul's hands are everywhere. your thighs. your waist. none of it gentle. his lips drag from your mouth to your jaw, biting down just hard enough to sting and you gasp. you clench involuntarily against his cock.
you swear you see ryul grimace. but you can't be sure. it's a split second view from the periphery of your eyes. vision mostly bound on ohyul to be sure if you even seen what you think you do.
ohyul's view of ryul's clenching jaw is clearer than yours. he notes it for future reference.
from all the times they've done this. ryul's never reacted this obvious.
interesting.
ryul exhales sharply through his nose, fingers twitching where they rest against his the mattress. "youâre gonna bruise her," he warns.
ohyul pauses mid-thrust just to sneer at him. he has no intention of stopping.
"so?" he nips your ears.. blunt teeth scraping skin. "she likes it. don't you?" he looks down at you. cocky as ever. and thrusts once more, harder than before.
you gasp, thighs trembling, friction burning deliciously, and you canât help but rock against him, chasing the sensation. your body craving the rough treatment.
ryul shifts closer on the bed, his fingers trailing down your arm in contrast to ohyulâs rough grip. his touch is featherlight, a whisper against your oversensitive skin. "youâre doing so good, his thumb brushes your bottom lip where ohyul has bitten it.
you don't even have time to react. to acknowledge what sounds like fondness in his words. your pussy suddenly empty as ohyul pulls out of you roughly.
he squeezes his cock as white liquid pours all over your stomach. "shit."
you didn't even get to cum âŠ
okay you have when ohyul fingered you. but that was different. that was quick. and now you're left unsatisfied. your thighs still tremble, your pussy still throbs, and the sticky mess on your stomach is just a reminder of how unfair this is.
ohyul collapses beside you with a groan, wiping his hands on the sheets without a second thought. his chest rises and falls rapidly, but his smirk remains unabashedly intact.
"damn," he breathes, rolling his head to look at you. "thought i'd last longer than that."
ryul wants to throttle ohyul. on your behalf or his. he's not sure yet "fucker".
your thighs press together like you're still chasing friction, still chasing him.
áȘàŒgist: ohyul has a breeding kink. not something he's necessarily proud to share as 'fun fact about himself'. or even one that he even knew he had until he met you.
bk! ohyul: what started as an accidentally forgetting to pull out on time became a habit he's become obsessed with repeating. maybe itâs his poorly veiled possessiveness that shows up in these moments. the idea that itâs his come filling you up and no one elseâs.
bk! ohyul: who would lazily use the tip of his dick to spread it inside you. an oddly fascinating view. thereâs the thrill of pushing back the excess cum straight into you. letting it coat your walls. letting it drip down your thighs. he'd use his fingers sometimes too. and watch the way you'd squirm at the sticky sensation. sensitive from the overuse.
bk! ohyul: who wonât even completely remove your panties but rather prefers you have them on. just pushed to your side so his releases lands on them and he can store it to future memory. sort of like a token. he'd buy you extra pairs just to get another chance to ruin them
bk! ohyul: who switches position just to see his cum run down your thighs. like when you're laying on your back, your hips hoisted against his thigh and he's using his strength to lock your waist in place. he drills into you in precise points and your body reacts equally.
when you'd get shy as youd sometimes do. his stare too intense. a pillow thrown over your face so you can hide just for a moment. but ohyul hates that more than anything. he wants to see you. wants to watch both sets of your lips .
bk! ohyul: who makes it his mission to not come before you do. he's done it once before and hated it. of course he'd always make sure you get your own release if it happens.
he knows how to pull it out of you easier. knows that you get a thrill from having him biting the soft skin below your jaw, just above your collarbone. how you clench automatically when his teeth indents on your skin. the way you'd whine out the longest moan and he'd smile in between the bites.
bk! ohyul: who doesn't really like the idea of being a parent right now. when you're both so young and have goals for your careers. really it's the intimacy of it all. how he'll sneak in a quickie at events and him knowing that you're sitting with his loads between your thighs as you greet his friends politely.
that sort of feeling rather than the physical act of conceiving a baby.
bk! ohyul: who after a slight argument wants to convince himself and you that you still belong to him. that no one else gets this side of you. no one else can you make a mess out of you this way.
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