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generally you shouldn't write run-on sentences because they get confusing and it doesn't give the reader a break. that doesn't apply to me though my run-on sentences are fun and understandable and they have a rhythm to it that makes you want to keep reading
Jongho’s words swirled in your head as you sat on his lap, back to his chest. He had an arm slung across your waist, keeping your body still on his. His eyes are dark, his gaze unrelenting. His fingers sink into your wet cunt with ease, a lew squelch sounding around them as he fills your pussy.
Your watery eyes meet his, flitting between watching him fuck you with his fingers and seeing how glazed over his eyes are. His fingers curled, crooked, and pressed into your sweet spot mercilessly. You’re leaking all over his hands and dripping down onto the floor. The squelching only gets louder as he picks up his pace.
“Fuck, honey. Look at you. Such a pretty mess, all for me, hm?” You're dizzy from all the pleasure, but you nod nonetheless. Your eyes roll back as he focuses on abusing your sweet spot. Jongho pulls his fingers out, landing a quick slap to your cheek. “Eyes, honey.” You jolt, your eyes finding his in the mirror.
Jongho hums softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he slowly circles his fingers around your clit. He spreads your folds apart, watching as your face gets warmer the longer he stares at your drooling cunt. “You’re so fucking pretty like this,” Your hole is clenching uselessly around nothing. “All wet and messy for me.” Jongho eases his fingers in again, picking up where he left off.
His fingers curl into your sweet spot, rubbing against it as he presses his palm flat on your clit. His fingers slow to a constant grind, leaving you breathless at the pressure. Jongho kept his movements steady and firm, building the pressure evenly. “Doing so well, honey, taking my fingers so good.”
Your body writhed in his lap, your eyes fluttering. Jongho’s arm tightened around you, holding you upright on his chest. Your heart is beating in your ears as the coil in your gut tightens and tightens. “C’mon, let go for me. Come all over my fingers.”
Stars dance across your eyes as the coil finally snaps. Your cunt gushes and gushes around his fingers, splashing against the mirror as he works you through it. Jongho’s fingers toyed with your clit as he rode out your orgasm. “There’s my good girl, such a pretty mess you made."
Notes: Don't steal my writing. Practicing writing nsft.
Tags: Ratio x fem reader, inexperienced Ratio, size kink (mild?), established relationship, oral f receiving, fingering, premature ejaculation, 1.7k
Minors DNI
'Veritas Ratio is, undoubtedly, a well endowed man'
It wasn't unusual for you to catch snippets of gossip about your (relatively) new partner, his sharp eyes and chiseled features a frequent topic of admiration and desire. Even so, you couldn't help but feel a little odd at the thought of students milling about the university hallways and seemingly discussing what was tucked away in his pants like it was some sort of blessing.
If only they knew.
Once, you'd caught him discreetly palming himself while thinking you had yet to wake. There had been no hands shoved down the front of his pants, no desperate ruts of his hips, nor any loud noises. But for all his restraint, Veritas' cheeks had been flushed a deep crimson, the back of one hand pressed against lips you knew to be soft as velvet, while the other clumsily squeezed a bulge appearing far larger than it had any right to be.
You hesitated for a moment, hand hovering just short of knocking on the door to his office. This was a silly idea, Veritas was a grown man, he could go a day without lunch. As if that was the real reason for your visit and not just the excuse you told yourself. Somehow, the neatly packed lunchbox had grown several times heavier from just the addition of a single piece of photo paper.
No. Backing out now would be worse than anything he could say tonight. Surely, several of his students or even colleagues would've seen you loitering by now and ask Veritas about the reason for your visit.
The door to his neatly kept office swung open without a sound, swallowing the lump in your throat and barely resisting the urge to adjust a twisted lingerie strap beneath your shirt. There hadn't been time to change after taking and printing the picture (and the idea of flashing Veritas a small glimpse of a garter had been more than a little tempting).
"Just-" Ratio's words were cut off by a low groan, his grip on your thighs tightening to the point of being mildly painful. "-what were you thinking?"
The yield of his firm pectorals beneath your fingers combined with the equally firm tone of his voice only makes your heart beat faster, desire bubbling in every vein of your body. He looks like nothing short of sin incarnate, pupils blown wide, silky strands of hair clinging to his brow, throat bobbing, and the veins along his neck bulging. There's a small flutter in your heart when your hand threads through his tousled hair, pulling a pleased rumble from him.
"Didn't you like it?" You question as innocently as possible, pushing down the nagging fear that you'd gone too far. But if he was dissatisfied, why would he have picked you up from the couch and carried you off to the bedroom almost before he'd gotten the chance to take off his shoes?
A shiver runs down your back, rubbing your soaked folds along his still clothed bulge. No doubt the fabric was completely ruined by now.
His breathy chuckle sent another spark of electricity along your spine, "like it? Do you have even the faintest idea how grueling getting through the afternoon lectures were?"
Within seconds, he's flipped you both, eyes growing darker with every passing breath. You're keenly aware of how his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and despite knowing what's about to come, you can't help but feel just a little disappointed. There's nothing wrong with having your calves resting on his broad shoulders, nor the kisses and bites trailing down your thighs.
You tug a little at his hair, whining softly to make him pause just inches from your wet heat, warm puffs of air making your words come out just a little more hesitant than hoped. "Don't want to-"
"I do. With every fiber of my being," Veritas places a tentative kiss to your nipple before continuing, "but you-.. I need to make sure you're prepared. It would kill me to hurt you, especially for our first.." Despite how unyielding his intentions may be, there's a tremble to his words not usually present.
He huffed when you playfully squeezed your thighs together, relishing the softness of his clean shaven jaw. Your toes curled when two thick fingers breached your entrance, curling against your walls in a methodical movements.
Having spent at least half an hour already spread open in front of a mirror while Veritas toyed with you, whispering about all the thoughts that had festered while he'd been confined to teaching from directly behind the lectern lest anyone noticed his predicament, the two digits went in easily.
White-hot pleasure shot through you when his fingers scissored leisurely inside you, his ragged breathing loud enough to drown out the sound of your pounding heart. Veritas groaned, running a hand through his hair before leaning forward, effectively bending you in half to capture your lips.
It was a dance you knew well, parted lips and gentle bites soon turning bruising kisses that demanded nearly all your attention - removing focus from the third finger wriggling into your pussy and the burning stretch that accompanied it.
"Relax for me," he whispered against your lips, giving you a reprieve long enough to catch the hint of hesitation when he continued, "just a little more.."
But it was always 'just a little more' with Veritas.
Even with jolts of arousal flowing through your body at every nudge of his fingertips against a spot deep inside you, your attention kept flickering to how he'd begun chewing on his lip, cheeks a shade darker than usual.
Though he'd never voiced his complaint (something exceedingly rare from the man) it was impossible not to glimpse the insecurity that came with the generous size of his cock. Your fingers threaded through his hair, guiding his mouth to your neck and letting out a pleased sigh when he set to work nipping and sucking the sensitive skin there. You'd seen him naked several times, mostly distorted through bathwater or glimpses before a towel could be wrapped around his waist.
Once, you'd been seated between his legs while he read during a bath, feeling the heavy weight when it settled against your back. It had left you aching for days. But whenever you'd been kissing, touching, coming undone around his fingers, he'd always manage to keep himself covered, exhausting you to the brink of collapse before cradling you in his arms and whispering soft praises in your ear while you dozed off. Every time you'd been keenly aware of the wet patch on his underwear and the little ruts his flexed muscles were fighting back.
"You're overthinking it," you mumbled, back arching when the fingers inside you abruptly stopped for a second before picking back up.
Veritas merely brought your hand to his lips, kissing your fingertips in between breaths. "If you are coherent enough to make conjectures about the current topic of my thoughts, then it would appear I'm not performing as well as hoped."
While he was busy kissing your fingers while pumping his own in and out of your hole, it was easy to reach between your bodies, relishing the choked moan Veritas let out as you squeezed his hard member. It throbbed in your hand, making you clench down around his fingers as you rubbed slow circles at the wet patch.
"Off," you attempted to plead by snapping the elastic waistband against his smooth skin, almost tempted to laugh when he begrudgingly withdrew his fingers with a wet pop and rolled to the side.
Perhaps it was easier this way.
He raised a curious eyebrow when you clambered back atop him, golden eyes fluttering while you raked your nails down sculpted abs. His muscles jumped as you carded through the thick happy trail, smiling to yourself at the velvety feel, knowing full well just how well kept every inch of his body was. Within seconds of your fingers slipping beneath the fabric, Veritas' fingers had curled around your wrist, a desperate look in his eyes as he subtly angled his hips.
"We don't have to-"
"I want to," you reassured, sucking in a sharp breath as you touched his leaking tip. With an unceremonious tug of fabric, his aching member was freed, the sight of its fat tip making your breath catch in anticipation. Veritas whined your fingers danced along the sensitive skin, eyes glued to every vein you traced, only barely fighting back the urge to bury your face in the hairs at the base.
It was downright obscene, twitching with enough force that you could hear it smack against his abdomen. One hand wasn't enough to reach fully around it, making you both pant softly. The blood thrumming in your ears nearly drowned out Veritas choked 'slowly' while you ground down against him, just the thought of taking him had your stomach tied up in knots.
Even through your haze of greed, the stretch was nearly too much, every nerve alight with relief and your thighs trembling on either side of his body. Veritas' hands dug into your hips, stilling your descent onto his length despite the clear need to buck into you that was present in his dark gaze.
He shook his head, stuttering out several syllables that made no sense until he threw his head back against the pillow, a pitiful sound leaving his body shaking as warm ropes of his cum spilled into you. Only then did you properly stop to think, while you'd had plenty of preparation, Veritas had managed to dodge most attempts at preparing him, and this was his first time.
No wonder he'd have trouble containing himself even with just his tip snugly buried inside you.
Airy giggles bubbled in your chest as you collapsed onto a still panting Veritas, peppering his flushed cheeks in kisses while his length continued to twitch, eventually slipping from your entrance. There was plenty of time to go again and improve his stamina, but for now, you would enjoy the rapid beating of his heart and the utter lack of composure in his eyes.
please PLEASE learn how to tag your fanfics. Don’t tag fluff when it’s angst, don’t tag smut when it’s fluff and please don’t tag characters that ARENT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE FIC!!!!
💌: sunghoon teef sunghoon teef sunghoon biting possessive sunghoon. SOMEBODY BRING ME MY ROSE TOY NOW!!!!!!!
thinking abt sunghoon teef again. him biting you to muffle his grunts n moans when he cums, his thick cock twitching inside of you as rope after rope of cum fills you up.
he likes when you clench around him n hearing your little gasps of pain when his sharp teeth dig into your soft skin, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer even though your hands are pulling at the hair on his nape to pull him away.
sunghoon just bites harder when you do this, groaning a little when you pull too hard but the pain is delicious, makes him fuck into you a little harder.
he’ll pull away after his orgasm washes over him, admiring the mark he’s left on you n it makes him want to leave more on you, sucking n licking at the marks that are fading from when he’s sunk his teeth into you before.
don’t bother hiding them either! makes him a little bit more possessive when you attempt to conceal the bites he’s left all over you n he’ll simply leave More. hoon will hold your jaw n tilt it, burying his face between your neck to suck dark hickeys n nip at you, maybe he’ll even press his fingers onto the mark that he Knows must hurt, reveling in your sweet whines at the jolt of pain. that’ll teach you to show off his marks
You wanna know what I hate? People who don't tag properly, whether it be on AO3, Tumblr, ECT. Tags exist for a fucking reason.
A great example of not tagging properly is a fic I found that was marked "Dazai/reader" so it must be an x reader, right? WRONG! It was a Dazai x AN OC. AN OC WITH A WHOLE ASS NAME.
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