Happy pride month specifically to folks on the asexual and aromantic spectrum who oftentimes feel isolated and left out of the conversation. You belong here as much as the rest of us and I hope that you are all loved in a way that is comforting to you.
its good to acknoweldge the hollowness of revenge but sometimes you really do just need a story about someone who gets hurt and then kills and kills and kills and kills their enemies. its cathartic, babey.
"there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's no point in killing you" and "there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's nothing that can save you" are two themes that can and should co-exist
"nothing will ever undo what you did to me, so killing you solves nothing" and "nothing will ever undo what you did to me, but at least i can make sure you won't do it to anyone else" are also themes that can and should co-exist
đĄ I canât stop thinking about loser!joo and iâm going crazy đ remember how you liked him in the qatar airways jersey? yea imagine him with that and his shorts when you come over. itâd be so easy for him to pull those shorts down and bite the collar of his shirt while he pounds into you after he begged on his knees to make you feel good while rubbing up on you like some sort of cat. or make you wear the jersey and bunch it up with his fist while you ride him đđđđ
YOUâRE STRAIGHT UP ATTACKING ME NOW đđđ
oh god thinking about how heâd be waiting for you soo impatiently every time you came over, unable to focus on anything because the anticipation is eating him alive. and heâd always throw on those loose shorts and jerseys cause theyâre easy to take off, he likes how you tug at them the second he grabs you at the door⊠and the kiss comes immediately, before you even have the chance to say anything. it always feels like heâs been starving all day and youâre finally here to feed him đ
heâd beg desperately against your lips, cock throbbing in his shorts and twitching against your thigh as he grinds against it, showing you exactly how much he craves you, how even the slightest rub against your hot body can make him lose all of his shame and self control⊠and once youâre on all fours and heâs pounding into you, youâd be hearing the most intense yet arousing sounds escaping his mouth as he keeps his jersey lifted by biting on the hem - rough but desperate, slightly whiny and shaky as the pleasure heightens with every move. animalistic almostâŠ
â⊠established relationship, bratty!reader, cockwarming, light sub/dom dynamic, edging kink, pet names
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âDid someone purr?â Jiseokâs voice comes out loud as ever yet laced in obvious confusion.
Jooyeon quickly mutes his mic and looks at you over his shoulder.
âBabe, seriously.â His jaw tightens. âCan I just do one game?â
âBut⊠Iâm not even doing anything.â You tilt your head in mock surrender, your fingers still doing those damn gentle circles on his shoulder. âIâm just watching.â
But you are⊠doing something.
Your hands rub patterns on his chest as your arms stay loosely draped over his shoulders.
Your lips softly trace the skin of his neck.
Even your scent is distracting⊠you just got out of the shower and you smell so sweet, like coconut and expensive perfume. If you donât go away soon itâs going to wrap his mind into a fog.
He wants to snap at you, and heâs close to - not in a mean way, not scream at you, but⊠reclaim a little bit of his personal time and space.
The headset starts buzzing with his friendsâ voices. Jooyeon forces his eyes back on the screen; brows knit together from tension due to how fast the game is moving.
Your lips brush against his skin again; this time higher, along his sharp jawline. Almost a kiss.
âIâm your good luck charm, remember?â You bite your lip mischievously.
Jooyeon doesnât flinch but his mic picks up a breath he hadnât meant to let out.
Heâs fully focus mode. Or trying to seem like he is.
âDude, you saw that, right?â His other friend Hyeongjun, the quieter from the three of them, gasps.
âYeah, yeah, yeah,â Jooyeonâs eyes dart at the flashing screen. The keyboard fills the room with intense clicking noise as his fingertips move speedily.
His face is completely neutral as you step closer, moving one leg across his lap. After you take a seat, his arms do not waste a second and immediately hurry to readjust around you.
He mustâve seen youâre wearing nothing except one of his t-shirts, right?
Your fingers instinctively slip under the hem of his hoodie, grazing his skin despite the risks.
âAre you winning, baby?â You whisper in false innocence; your gaze, gleaming dreamily, lands upon his pink lips.
The sight of them is enough to tease the arousal already lingering inside you - you roll your hips against him, feeling his soft dick beneath the pair of sweatpants.
Good. Heâs once again, not wearing any underwear.
âTrying to,â he mutters in response. Firm and low.
âRelax,â you murmur softly, planting a wet kiss on the side of his neck. âYou got this, baby.â
As you move again, Jooyeon lets out an intense breath, but he says nothing. He pretends youâre not there.
Until he feels you dragging his sweatpants down.
Thatâs when his eyes directly meet yours which is the worst that could happen.
As youâre still on the floor, kneeling at his feet, you look up at with those wide, aroused eyes. Cheeks flushed and lips parted just enough to make his heart skip.
Iâm not doing anything wrong written all over your face.
âYou good, man?â Jiseok asks.
Jooyeon cusses under his breath, forcing his gaze back on the game.
âYeah, all good,â he replies tightly, adjusting in his seat.
His headset is still on, the game is still running, Jiseok yelling something about positioning or whatever⊠it all blurs for a moment, because your hand twists around his cock - just the way he likes it - turning him harder with each passing second.
It all gets worse when you return on his lap but this time - simultaneously swallowing him with your pussy; from tip to base.
Jooyeonâs head presses against the back of his chair; his throat gulping as you adjust around him.
Once he looks at you, you can see it in his eyes - heâs frenzied. But also unable to comprehend why are you so soaked.
âTold you,â you blink innocently.
âDude! Are you playing with your eyes closed?!â
âChill,â Jooyeon says, glancing away from you; his voice roughens. âIâm coming.â
âYouâve been coming for like five minutes,â Jiseok complains.
âNice phrasing,â Hyeongjun murmurs casually.
âI swear to Godââ Jooyeon grits his teeth.
You lean forward, slipping fingers through his hair. Slow and soothing. A gentle gesture of comfort, but to him⊠itâs like gasoline.
You donât even tug or anything, you just move fingertips through the soft strands, and still - his breath catches. The way it does when youâre pulling on them when heâs fâ
No.
Heâs not going to think about that. Heâs not even going to look at you. He canât.
The game.
âOkay, everyone focus!â Jiseok yells as the game continues for a while. âON YOUR LEFT!!! GUYSââ
Jooyeon shifts - not because of his teammateâs warning but because his body starts to move without his permission.
The moment a muffled moan accidentally spills from your lips is the same moment his character loses the match.
âOh damn,â Jiseok exhales in disappointment. âAre you planning on playing today or youâre just here for emotional support?â
âShut up,â Jooyeon murmurs before pausing - to wait for the warm wave in his body to pass. âI just⊠misclicked.â
Your touch trails heat down the back of his neck, your pussy walls, tight and hot, clench ever so slightly. He swears he can feel your heartbeat thumping against his chest.
âDude, you didnât even move,â Jiseok shoots back.
You havenât spoken in a few minutes. However, he can bet you still have that maddening look of innocence on your face.
Jooyeon lets out a tight laugh - humourless and strained. Sometimes, when heâs really pissed off, he laughs like that. Youâre unsure if the warning in his laughter is directed at you or Jiseok, though.
Could be both.
Another match begins. Itâs all good and calm for a while. But you start feeling very needy. The needâs been simmering beneath your skin all day, and now itâs starting to ache.
Your thighs twitch. Unintentionally, your pussy thatâs been leaking desperately, strengthens its grip. Still, somehow you stay quiet. A few soft sighs and hums escape between you, but nothing louder than that.
Until Jooyeon loses one more time and he fails to hold back his frustration.
âFor fuckâs sake!â His voice cuts sharp.
And then, without thinking, without even meaning to - he bucks into you. Cussing at the game and the growing pressure coiling tight in his core.
Even if you had time to prepare and swallow your moan properly, you wouldnât have succeeded.
Having Jooyeonâs dick pushed deeply into you without a warning like that is something that inevitably will pull out a reaction from your mouth.
âUhmâŠâ you hear Jiseok puzzled. âWhat was that? Dude, youâre acting so weird today⊠right? Hyeongjun, back me up.â
Instead of answering, Jooyeon exhales sharply, his eyes fluttering shut as he presses his forehead to yours.
His hands leave the desk, abandoning the game entirely, and slide to your waist. His commanding grip guides you back and forth - a deliberate rhythm against his lap.
Finally, a proper wave of pleasure has his cock throbbing; rushing to push him over the edge.
You barely manage to hold back. A silent whine builds in your throat, your mouth falls open to almost release it.
The headset crackles again.
âWait, whereâs Hyeongjun? Did he dip? Am I solo here?â
Youâre so, so close⊠after holding him inside you for so long, you need so little.
Youâre seconds away from one of the most intense orgasms youâve ever experienced when Jooyeon shifts his hands beneath your ass cheeks, gripping tight to support your moves even better.
âDude.â Jiseok blurts out; finally connecting the dots after a clear pornographic sound invades his headset. âEw! Iâm reporting you.â
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