back from the dead once again, been watching weak hero and i’m on season 2 rn, finking bout seong-je and baku cause duh, might drop some dbf!jichang hcs cause i don’t feel like reworking the entire fic rn even if it has been a while but anyways…. i love yall and i miss yall and i want yall to talk to me
cw: threesome, slapping, pussy-slapping, dubcon filming, choking, use of ‘daddy’, raw p in v, no use of condom, spit-roast, degradation, mentions of pregnancy (1 line, maybe 2)
a/n: this was supposed to be a DRABBLE, but wtv, lmk if i missed anything in the cw
wc: over 5k
“Ya just gotta be a lil’ mean to her.” You hear a voice. It’s recognizable. That soft, Australian accent from Reece. You’re tired and sore, they’ve been playing with you for hours. That familiar ache in your stomach long gone after you tested their patience.
A heavy hand lands right on your trembling cunt, sending spikes of pain and pleasure straight through your body. A choked gasp falls from your lips as your body tenses and your head falls back onto the soft pillow. Your knees are pushed up to your chest, inhibiting your breathing and you can taste the salty tears on your tongue and lips. Your eyes are glazed and unfocused as you see Reece, kneeling in front of you, and Jordan, standing right behind him, peering at you over Reece’s shoulder. The both of them with wicked smiles on their faces.
Your fingers dig into the back of your thighs, keeping your legs spread for them, just like Reece ordered. Sharp nails are leaving crescent marks on your smooth skin, evidence of how hard you’re trying to be on your best behavior for them.
“And then what?” Jordan asked, curious as to how to get you to behave. His eyes focused on you, the same look, like when their coach is explaining a new strategy for the field. The same demeanor, arms crossed, standing still and stiff, expression completely serious. He’s giving off that same intimidating, intense aura.
“Ya just gotta be mean, break her. Then she’ll be a good girl.” Reece drawls on. His fingers feather a touch over your clit and you have to fight the urge to buck into the touch.
“What if she gets mouthy again?” Jordan asks with a curious, almost delighted smile. Your chest is heaving from the desperation running through your body. Pants and gulps overtaking your, once steady, breathing.
“Ya fill it.” The smile on Reece’s face grows wider, it's best you stay quiet now. Reece looks at his hand and Jordan is peering over his shoulder. Reece’s fingers are nearly covered with your slick, their eyes go back to your cunt and see her absolutely dripping. Tight hole weeping and clenching around air, begging to be filled.
The lack of attention driving you mad, your eyes blown and lips swollen from how much you’ve nearly bitten them raw. Your eyes on their every move, albeit delayed.
“Can I?” Jordan asks, nearly buzzing with excitement to put you in your place. Reece looks up at him and then back at you.
“You want it, brat?” He asks you, his head tilting as his tongue rubs over his teeth. You nod your head feverishly, taking anything at this point.
Another heavy hand falls on your cunt, the sound reverberating off the walls of the room. Another broken whimper falling from your lips.
“Use your words, brat.” His voice fills the quiet air, over your whimpering and soft groans.
“Please.” Your voice comes out raspy and weak, dripping with desperation to be filled.
“Please what?” Reece doesn’t accept it, he wants more. He wants you nearly begging, needs it but you’ve already learned your lesson for now. He can’t push you too far, or else you’ll cry, not that he doesn’t like it.
“Please,” Your voice weak and exhausted.
“I want it.” You gulp, your eyes landing on Reece’s once beautiful, ocean dark-blue eyes, now swirling with lust and cruelty, dark and terrifying.
Reece narrows his eyes at you before looking at Jordan and giving him a nod, going to move off the bed. His heavy footsteps taking him next to your side. Jordan climbs on once the space is clear for him, peeling off his shirt, his eyes roaming over every inch of your exposed skin. Your breath catches in your throat when you see the dark ink littered on his tan, muscular body.
“Don’t be too shy with breaking her, she can take it.” Reece’s voice cuts through the air, Jordan giving him a silent okay with a nod of his head. You look up at Reece, who gives you a pat on your cheek and a sweet smile before crossing his arms again.
Jordan crawls in front of you, his jeans already unzipped and pushed down to his thick thighs. His eyes glued to your sopping pussy.
“Fuuuuck, she’s so wet.” He groans out, his eyes flickering over to Reece with an excited smile. His eyes move down to your pussy, his fingers twitching slightly as they move to touch you. His thumb rubs a slow, torturous circle on the bundle of nerves and your head falls back onto the pillow. A soft moan falls from your lips as your eyes flutter shut. A heavy palm suddenly lands right on your cheek, the smack sounding through the room and your eyes snap open, looking up at Reece.
“He’s rewarding you, and you won’t even look at him? Don’t be rude.” Reece sneers at you as his fingers dig into your cheeks, forcing you to look back at Jordan.
“C’mon mate, she can’t help it.” Jordan snickers out, a mischievous smile on his lips as he looks back at you, his dimples defined.
“You can’t help it, can you, princess?” His voice is mocking and cruel. Your lips pout as you shake your head and barely manage a ‘no.’ Jordan chuckles again before he’s leading his throbbing cock to your dripping hole.
“What do you say?” Reece’s mean voice cuts the thick-with-tension air, his fingers digging into your face.
“Thank you, daddy.” You sigh out, your hooded eyes focused on where Jordan’s pulsating, dark red tip is pressing against your hole. Fuck, he’s long.
“You’ve got her trained well,” Jordan says to Reece, raising an eyebrow at him before he focuses back on you. He moves his tip, rubbing it over your wet folds, gathering slick to make it easier to slide in. The underside of his cock splitting your folds as a vein rubs against your clit.
“But you’re welcome.” Jordan hums out as his hand replaces one of yours, forcing your thigh back further.
“Anything for you, princess.” Jordan winks at you before he’s pushing his fat, mushroom tip into your tight cunt. His falls twists into one of pleasure, his jaw slack, eyebrows furrowed and a soft groan falling from his ‘o’ shaped lips. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head at the stretch and he hasn’t even put it a quarter-way in. A wanton moan falls from your lips like honey, filling the space of the room and Reece, unconsciously, tightens his grip around your jaw.
“Took a while trainin’ ‘er.” Reece mumbles as he crouches down, next to the bed so he can look at you. His eyes roaming over your face, drinking in every micro expression you make. Every flutter of your eyes, twitch of your lips and eyebrows, he memorizes it all.
Jordan, achingly slow, pushes his hips closer to yours, using every bit of restraint he has to make this agonizing for you. His long, throbbing cock disappearing between your folds, eyes glued on how easily it slides in, yet how tight you still are.
“Tongue.” Reece says, and your jaw falls open, your hot, wet tongue sticking out for him. His hand is still on your jaw, gripping it softly. He puckers his lips and a fat glob of spit falls on the pink muscle. Your eyes hooded and a whine falls from your lips as you close your mouth and swallow. Jordan could barely tear his eyes from the obscene action, wanting to be able to do the same.
Reece forces you to face Jordan again, and you see Jordan pucker his lips too. He leans down and spits a fat glob of spit right on your aching and swollen clit. The sensation and sight causes you to tighten around him, eliciting a deep groan from him.
“Fuck.” Jordan pants out, his head thrown back as he uses every shred of will he has to not pound his big, fat, cock into your pretty, little cunt. His hips stalling their movement as his hand grips the fat of your thigh, his other hand landing on your calf. His fingers digging in hard enough to bruise afterwards.
“I dunno how you do it, mate. She’s too tight.” Jordan groans out as he pushes in, centimeter by centimeter. His head falling back down to see how your cunt greedily sucks him in.
“That’s why I like her.” Reece responds, his eyes trained on your glossy ‘o’ shaped lips. His fingers move from your jaw to your mouth, his index and middle finger slipping in to caress your tongue. Your mouth falls shut, your tongue swirling around his fingers as he pumps them in and out. You moan around his fingers, the vibrations trailing all the way down to his cock.
You can hardly keep your eyes open, but you want to see him. You want to see how Jordan’s self-control shreds, piece by piece. You suck on Reece’s fingers, your tongue suctioning on the pads while drool falls from the corner of your mouth, down to your chin. He groans as he feels your mouth tighten and your tongue suction, just how he likes.
A muffled, high-pitched whine sounds through the air as Jordan finally manages to stretch you out and bury himself to the very hilt. Your toes curl and your hands flail around to grip at anything, the burning and stretch forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Reece chuckles as you grip at his wrist, your strength not even a bother to him.
Jordan swallows back a moan at how tight your cunt is gripping at him. Those gummy, suffocating walls making his jaw drop, eyes flickering shut. His breath nearly gets sucked out of him, all of it leaving through his cock.
“‘M gonna move.” He mutters, drawing his hips back and dropping his head as you clamp around his length. A loud groan escaping his lips, the sensation driving him nearly insane. Now he knows why Reece is so obsessed with you.
You moan around Reece’s fingers as you watch Jordan bury himself to the hilt again, his balls pressed against the globes of your ass. Your cunt clamping down tighter around him, getting used to the stretch. He hisses, his fingers digging into your legs tighter like a vice, a pain he can’t stop himself from needing.
“Got such a pretty cunt, princess. Tight, pretty, little pussy.” Jordan’s hips buck into yours, his long cock reaching a space you didn’t even think Reece could touch. But he doesn’t stretch you like Reece does.
Reece keeps his fingers pumping in your mouth, one of Jordan’s hands moving to twist and pull at your nipples. Whimpers and moans tear from your throat at the added delicious pain.
Reece used his free hand to unbuckle his belt, hastily unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He pulls his cock out, half hard and heavy, your mouth already moving to stick your tongue out for him. He taps it on your tongue, letting the noise of your spit, sticking to the underside of his cock, sound out filthily. You whine at every tap, every feeling of his heavy cock hitting your tongue.
You hum when he finally lets it sit on your tongue, wanting to wrap your swollen lips around his fat tip but he still hasn’t given you permission. Your eyes water as you look up at him, the feeling of Jordan nudging at your womb is too much. Jordan’s cock rubbing that little sweet, gummy spot inside of you everytime he pulls out and, excruciatingly slow, slides back in.
“You think you earned it?” Reece asks, his hand wrapped around his shaft, keeping it steady. He bucks his hips slightly, letting his tip go further into your mouth, nudging at the roof. A whine escaping your throat, your muddled brain focused on obeying him.
“Hm? Have you earned it?” He repeats, the underside of his cock rubbing against your tongue. His eyes peering down at you, like he can see through your very soul.
“Let ‘er have it, mate. She’s doing so good.” Jordan rasps out, his eyes furrowed shut, his head down as he uses his hold on your legs to keep you spread open, pretty and willing for him.
“Alright, if ya say so.” Reece says before he taps on your cheek, looking down at you with those condescending eyes and grin. Your lips immediately wrap around his cock, your mouth stretching to accommodate his thickness.
His hips move on their own, accustomed to his own pace. His eyes locked on how your mouth stretches, the feeling of how your tongue wraps around the underside of his cock. Your head bobs, eyes furrowed shut from the pure ecstasy Jordan is gifting you. Your pussy squeezing as he rubs against your sweet spot, touching places Reece hasn’t.
“Sucks dick good, too.” Reece huffs out, his lips curling as you suction around his tip, your hand jerking what you can’t fit in your mouth. You look up at him with those big, watery, pretty eyes and Reece swears he can fill your throat right then and there.
“M-“ Jordan starts out, but his words are caught on his tongue, his mind breaking at how tight your pussy is gripping around him, his throbbing cock aching to fill you up.
“Maybe next time.” He huffs, his mind too focused on fixing your little attitude problem from earlier. He picks up his pace, this thrusts landing harder and deeper. They’re brutal, starved. He’s an animal and you’re his slutty little toy for tonight. You look so pretty under him, stuffed full with cock in your mouth. Your burning skin, swollen lips, dazed eyes. He wants you, he wants to keep you like Reece does. Wants to fix that bratty little attitude like Reece does, so often.
Every single thrust that Jordan takes, that Reece takes has muffled noises being pushed out, your mind melting at the pleasure of being filled to the brim. You swear that you don’t even know how to use your brain when they, occasionally, both bottom out in you at the same time.
“Fuck, ca-“ His mind can hardly manage coherent speech when his tip nudges at your womb. He gulps, swallowing the drool collecting in his mouth.
“Can I fill ‘er up?” He groans when you clamp around him, his words clearly having more of an effect on you as your cunt tries to swallow him, drag him in and keep him inside of you. A weak smile gracing his lips as his hooded eyes connect with your own. Your face twisted in pleasure as Reece’s cock pushes against your uvula, your mouth full. You breathe in and out to fight the urge to gag and choke around him, the same way he’s trained you.
“Ask.” Reece shrugs as he pulls his cock from your mouth with a pop. A string of drool connecting your lips to the dark red, swollen tip of his deliciously thick cock.
“Can I fill you up, princess?” Jordan asks, his thrusts pushing out whines and whimpers from you. It’s almost like you lost your voice as your face scrunches to one of pleasure every time he hits that gummy spot inside of you.
“He’s talking to you, slut.” Reece lands a heavy slap on your cheek, making your mind blank, eyes fluttering as you look at Jordan.
“Please, daddy.” You gulp. Your eyes flickering to Jordan, dazed and lustful.
“Fill me up, need it s’bad.” You slur out. That’s all he needed. He’s quick with it, throwing your legs over his shoulders, moving to fold on top of you as he pounds into your cunt. The squelching noises from your pussy add to the broken moans falling from your mouth. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass bounces off the walls.
“Gonna make you a mommy, yeah? You want that?” Jordan rambles into your ear, his teeth moving to bite at your shoulder and neck. A ‘fap, fap, fap’ sound fills your ears, Jordan’s moaning and whimpering only pushing you further to your release. You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten, like a rope keeping a boat at bay. It only takes a little more pressure before you snap. His balls are drawn up tight, ready to fulfill their purpose.
You can hardly understand what he’s saying, but by the tone of his voice, it’s debauched. He’s depraved and filthy in the way he wants to claim you, before Reece does. He wants to knock you up and snatch you from Reece, but it’s still a friendly rivalry, after everything.
Your mind is on Cloud 9, gone is the intelligent, hard-working, bratty, mouthy woman. The only thing under him is the brain-dead, cock-hungry slut that only lives to serve and please.
It’s like a domino effect, the second that Jordan is stilling his hips, moaning so pretty into your ear, pumping his seed into you, you’re falling over the edge. Your juices mixing and dripping out of your pussy, staining his cock and balls of you.
He fucks you through it, talking to you but you can’t understand a single word he’s saying, only focusing on the feeling of getting fucked through your intense orgasm. Your legs are spasming on his shoulders, toes curled in as your pussy clamps and tightens around him. Weak cries and moans in his ear pushing him to keep abusing your womb. Your hands grip at his bulging biceps, which are stationed right next to your head, keeping you folded and suffocated underneath him. His hands under your head as he presses his forehead against yours, gazing into your dumbfounded eyes, his jaw clenched. Those beautiful, brown, puppy dog eyes that look like you hung the stars in them, pure adoration for you and how you let him treat you.
He finally stops the merciless pounding, the last few spurts of his cum pumping into your twitching, sensitive cunt, looking for a place to be implanted. You’re trembling under him, shivering and whimpering as you beg and plead for him to keep you full. Jordan chuckles, weak and spent, as he fulfills your wish. He pulls away, huffing and slouched, his big hands on your knee and calf, legs still folded up to your body.
He spots a random phone off to the side and reaches for it, clumsy and eager. He opens the camera application on the lock screen and looks at Reece, who already knows what Jordan wants.
“He’s gonna take a video, okay? That okay, baby?” Reece leans down to mumble in your ear, brushing away strands of hair from your flushed face, softly rubbing his thumb over your blazing cheek. He knows you aren’t mentally there, that you’re up in the clouds from the pleasure, yet you still nod. You don’t understand his words, only the tone; his soft, questioning tone and you only want to please, so you hum a weak ‘mhm.’
Reece nods and Jordan doesn’t waste any time. He hits the button to record and his hips move on their own, grinding into you as your combined fluids spurt out. He has the dumbest grin on his face, recording the sinful scenario, wanting to keep it for his own personal pleasure later. Your weak whimpers and whines in the background of the video as Jordan pulls out slowly, your cum staining his dark-brown cock before he pushes back in, dragging out a soft moan from you.
He repeats the action a few times, your pants and pathetic sounds seducing him into wanting to break you fully. He lowers the phone, wanting to capture the picture-perfect amateur porno shot of how his pubic hair is sticky and wet from your juices and cream. His thick, jean-clad thighs pressed snug against your soft, smooth ass. His spent cock nestled deep in your pulsing, drooling pussy.
His thick fingers spread your folds, the camera capturing your swollen clit, sensitive and throbbing, in 4K 60 fps. He ends the video, head thrown back as he softly, gently grinds into you, almost as if he wants to be deeper, touching your intestines. He tosses the phone and leans back in, resting his weight on top of you with occasional, shallow rolls of his hips. He breathes in your scent, memorizes the feeling of you underneath him, clinging to him. Every little sound imprinted in his brain. The way your soft, plush body molds again his muscular one. He can feel the addiction for you starting to course through his veins, to plague his mind.
The entire time, Reece’s eyes are on your face, the way your tits bounce at every little movement that Jordan makes. How your chest expands and contracts as you come down from your high, panting and huffing. His hand steadily works his cock over, tightening around the head before he loosens his grip once his hand strokes down to the base, trying desperately to mimic your pussy. Ultimately, he fails, and he’s getting desperate.
Reece is usually a spoiled, impatient man, wanting everything to go how he wants it at the exact moment. But this is his friend, his brother, and he wants Jordan to savour, relish in, what he cannot have, even if he only has you for now. So he pushes his own greed aside to let you freely experience something different, someone different. To let Jordan have a taste of the forbidden fruit, let him play Eve for a bit, get a life-altering experience.
He can only take so much though, and the second that Jordan is tossing the phone away, Reece is stepping up to remind you of who you belong to.
“Move, mate.” Reece huffs as he’s pushing Jordan away from you, shoving his cock back into your throat. His hands grip at your hair and throat as he chases his own orgasm, abusing your throat with every thrust he takes into your mouth. Groaning and grunting when you quickly get up to speed and suck his cock like your life depends on it. Your lips and tongue suctioning around him, throat constricting as the sound of your throat and mouth getting fucked fills the room. It’s a disgusting sound, one that has Reece’s orgasm creeping up on him, wanting to fill your throat, pump your stomach full of his cum.
He doesn’t last long, he never has. His grunts and groans quickly turn into moans and gasps, his balls drawn up tight. You always had such a talented mouth, a demonic tongue. It’s the reason he keeps you on a tight leash, among others.
It’s sudden and you don’t manage to catch your breath before he’s burying himself to the very hilt, your lips squished against his base as his cum spurts down your welcoming throat. You struggle to hold your breath, your eyes screwed shut and eyebrows furrowed with concentration as you try to swallow down every drop of liquid that Reece shoots into your throat. He groans softly when he feels you swallow around his length.
You, by the grace of God, manage to swallow everything down and don’t choke or gag. He stays like that for a few seconds more, grinding into your mouth to make sure you eat every last drop of his Grade-A sperm before he starts to laggardly slip out. His face tranquil, relieved from the stern expression he was sporting earlier, a soft smile on his lips and his eyes hooded.
When Reece, sluggishly, untangles his hands from your hair and throat, you rip away from him with a loud cough. Curling into yourself with a fist against your mouth as you hack and gasp for air, your body moving on its own as you end up on your side, gasping and inhaling. Reece's hand is on your back, soothing rubs on your skin. His voice guides you as he repeats familiar breathing exercises to you. Bringing you back down from your near-death, back to your time with him. With his guidance, your breathing returns to its normal pace, albeit a bit stuttered.
“How you feeling, baby, hm?” He’s always been great at aftercare, he has to be. If he wasn’t, you wouldn’t let him push you to the limits like he always does. His hand rubs at your back, the other moving to brush your hair from your face. He leaves soothing, tranquil touches on your face, reminding you that he’s there with you, at your every beck and call. Jordan shuffles around in the background, dressing himself and checking in the mirror to make sure there aren't any stains; should there be, if they can be hidden properly for the rest of the night.
“Cold.” You mumble out, your eyes closed as your body, unconsciously shivers. Your arms wrapped around yourself. Face furrowed at the feeling of the cold air nipping at your exposed skin.
“Let’s get you dressed.” Reece hums out as he turns to Jordan and holds out his hand, wanting your clothes. Jordan, suddenly put on the spot, starts to frantically look around for every article of clothing that was ripped off of you about two hours ago. He finally manages to get your things and hands it all over to Reece, who sets the pile of clothes next to him and takes a seat in front of you, his body turned to face you.
He’s delicate in the way he handles you, like you’re a fragile, porcelain doll that needs extreme care. Jordan can only watch as Reece takes his time dressing you, muttering sweet nothings to you, prepping soft kisses to your skin as he praises you for being so good for them, for taking everything they gave you like a champ. Your bleary eyes finally open to look up at him, blinking owlishly a few times; your mind falling from Cloud 9 like a leaf in the wind, slowly, at your own pace.
“Hey, pretty girl. You with me?” Reece hums out softly as his hand smooths over your head, patting down stray hairs and giving you that extra comfort. You nod, completely silent.
“Use your words, sweet girl .” He hums with a tilt of his head, the backs of his cool fingers rubbing over your heated cheek.
“I’m with you.” You rasp out, your voice frail and soft. Your eyes locked on his as he smiles tenderly at you. One of his hands rubs at your arm as the other thumbs at your cheek.
“Did you have fun? Any feedback?” Reece asks, engaging you in play, coaxing you out of that shell you get into after these sessions. You huff with amusement as you lay flat on your back, your hand rubbing at your forehead.
“I feel sore.” You rasp out, looking at Jordan, sending him a half-annoyed look, one that says ‘you didn’t have to go so hard.’ Reece faintly laughs as he turns to look at Jordan, who’s standing off to the side, sheepish and awkward. Reece’s hand automatically moves to your leg, massaging and tenderly working out any knots; as if he was breathing, it’s like a habit when he hears you’re sore.
“Sorry, got a lil’ carried away.” He mumbles as he rubs the back of his neck. His eyes flickering around the room to avoid the heavy, playful gazes from you and Reece.
“But you did good, really good.” Jordan says as he moves to sit next to you, his big hand landing on your smaller one. His grip is strong, yet cushy. He grabs your hand and picks it up, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand as he holds it in both of his, his thumbs rubbing at your skin.
“Thank you for letting me put you in your place.” He smirks, playful and mischievous, leaving one last kiss on the back of your hand before he, gently, sets it down. Your jaw drops at his words and you look back at Reece.
“He’s got a point. You got mouthy, sweet girl.” Reece mumbles out before he’s leaning down to connect your lips. His tongue licks at your bottom lip, and you happily comply with his wordless request. Your lips part and his tongue is diving in, gentle and subdued, the wet muscle savoring the flavor of his cum on your tastebuds. Reece’s chapped, dusty lips smushing against your own plump, rosy lips. He pulls away and you chase the kiss, a slight haze in your expression as you smile at him, leaning into his touch as your eyes flutter shut.
Jordan chuckles when Reece pulls away, the two of you lost in your own little world. You don’t even notice when Jordan starts to get up from the bed again, but Reece does.
“Going somewhere?” He asks, his mouth open as he looks to Jordan for a decent excuse.
“Oh, I was just gonna go back with everyone else.” Jordan says awkwardly, his thumb pointing back to the door. He shuffles under Reece’s hard, curious gaze.
“She needs a kiss before you go.” Reece says sternly as he motions to you. You sit up, eager for a kiss from Jordan, a slight smile playing on your lips as your eyes look up at him, wide and hopeful. Jordan drops his head with a chuckle before he goes back to the bed and crawls over to where you are. You sit there, eyes closed and a smile on your lips as you wait for his move. Tingles of anxiety and excitement running through your nerves.
As Jordan comes over, Reece moves off the bed to get dressed. He adjusts his soft member in his boxers, pulling up his jeans, zipping and buttoning before he’s looking around the ground for his shirt. You start to get eager, fidgeting and panting softly as you wait to be able to feel Jordan’s plush lips on your own.
“I’d kiss you but you got dick on your lips, princess.” He says as he leans in to leave a kiss on your cheek. Your face drops to one of offense and disappointment, Jordan squishing your cheeks, with a laugh, as you pout. Reece huffs with amusement at Jordan’s comment, his hands moving to tug his shirt on and smooth it down, making himself presentable to decent society.
“Next time, okay, princess? I promise.” He says as he makes a cross over his heart and starts to stand from the end, faux sympathy on his face before he turns to Reece. They clap their hands and give each other a bro-hug and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes. You see them whisper and you grow curious, trying to listen in but no dice. They say their goodbyes and nod as they pull away. Your eyes linger on Jordan, your hands will never be able to forget how he felt, how his muscles molded to your touch, how his skin matched the heat intensity of your own.
“Best pussy I’ve ever had.” Jordan points at you before he leaves the room with a fat smile. The door snaps shut behind his exit and you look at Reece, shocked and embarrassed; he can only shake his head with a smile.
“Don’t be too embarrassed, pretty girl. From what I’ve heard, yer the best from now on.” Reece chuckles as he comes over to stand near you.
His eyes give you a once-over, sharp and observant gaze checking to see if you are showable again. He nods and helps you sit at the edge of the bed, crouching to put your shoes on for you; he gives you a quick peck before he pulls away and helps you stand. He lets you grip his arm, your hand on his bicep, as he starts to lead you out of the room.
He exits first, tugging you infront of him, by your wrist, as he closes the door behind you. Fresh air hitting your fiery skins, clearing your nose from the now-stuffy room. The both of you start to walk back down the hall, to the party and Herbie comes around the corner. His pale skin flush with anger, eyes wide, hands balled and shaking as he stares at you two.
“C’mon guys, on my bed?! Really?!” He exclaims before he rushes past the two of you towards his room. The both of you keep your eyes on Herbie as he opens the door and immediately covers his nose.
“It seems like a whorehouse in there!” He exclaims, mouth muffled by his hand as he looks at the two of you in disgust. You quickly turn and hide your face in Reece’s shoulder, trying to will the earth to open below your feet and swallow you whole. Reece laughs loudly, throwing Herbie an apology before leading the two of you back to the party. His rough, calloused right hand on the small of yer back while the left one leads your hand to steer the two of you back.
Back to where your whole attitude with him and Jordan started. Back to where Reece decided to give Jordan a taste of you, after getting tired of watching Jordan try to hide the glances and lingering touches towards you. Back to where Jordan knew that he’d get a taste of you tonight, a taste of Reece’s pretty little friend.
got something cooking for jayden campbell so yeah :), he needs more love nd lowkey, i like him more
him cooing at you as you cry at the stretch of his big cock. he is wiping your tears away, half laughing, as he says: “aw, it’s okay sweetie — it’s okay my sweet girl.” as he pushes his cock into your cunt, his hand at the base and the other pinning your wrists above your head
summary: you're not happy in your current relationship. luckily, you know someone who can distract you.
cw: fembodied reader, smut, pwp, this shit is toxic im not even joking, INFIDELITY (reader is for the streets; but so is wooin in joker's portion. both guys are enablers) wooin's part mentions dub con filming/non con sharing of videos, p in v, creampie (in joker's part), multiple orgasms (in wooin's part), everyone's a dirtbag in one way or another, all characters featured are 18+, let me know if i missed anything
wc: 2.3k total; so each character is about 1k
an: i usually post these types of fics in groups of 3-4 but i wanted to do something different. DONT ASK ME WHERE HYUK AND VINNY ARE, THEY'RE NEXT.
──★ ˙ ̟JOKER
You wear Wooin’s clothes and the jewelry he buys you as the most public declaration of being claimed by him. Pictures of the two of you together decorate your otherwise plain social media pages. Your phone’s lock screen is an image of Wooin. And sometimes when you get your nails done, you even have his initials incorporated into the design of your manicure. It’s obvious that you belong to Wooin; but does Wooin truly belong to you?
Wooin doesn’t seem to respect your relationship. He flirts with other girls. There isn’t a trace of you on his social media. It makes sense for Wooin to keep a personal phone and a work phone, but the fact you were unaware of his second cellphone spoke volumes about your relationship.
And it’s exactly why Joker doesn’t respect it either. It’s not like he owes Wooin any loyalty outside of their work obligations. That’s why he doesn’t stop you when you come on to him.
It’s inevitable that fucking around behind Wooin’s back becomes a recurring thing between you and Joker. He likes the softness of your body against his after going through a bunch of strenuous activity. The physical and emotional intimacy you share is something novel to him; and with all new things, it’s exciting.
“You always leave so many marks. Are you even trying to keep things a secret?” Joker asks in an amused tone, his head tilted back as it rests on the armrest of the couch while you straddle his lap; your lips and teeth latched to his neck.
“Just say you got these marks in a fight.” You murmur absentmindedly but if you were to be honest with yourself, you were starting to realize that you preferred spending time with Joker more than your actual boyfriend. Maybe you didn’t care to be so clandestine about things.
It’s not like Wooin cared enough to notice you pulling back from him anyway.
Hands securely gripping your hips, Joker bucks up into the warmth of your body; causing you to moan against his throat. Setting off a mild pace, the girthy and lengthy size of his shaft spears your insides to stimulate places that typically go untouched. What was supposed to be a relaxing day of just watching movies and playing with the puppy had somehow turned into you on Joker’s lap; grinding against him and leaving hickeys wherever your lips could reach.
But even that doesn’t last long and it soon turns into Joker fucking you into the couch cushions with your limbs wrapped around his sturdy frame. You keep drawing him in deeper as the heels of your feet dig into his lower back, making him groan. Caging you between his arms, his hands hold on to the back of the couch in a vice grip and give him more leverage to rut into you harder.
“Fuck, your pussy is so greedy.” Joker mutters, a husky moan falling from his lips.
“Maybe we need to start seeing each other more often.” You purr as your fingers idly rake through the tendrils of sweat dampened hair clinging to the back of his neck.
“Do you really want that?” He questions, only for the words to hang in the air unanswered as another moan pours from your lungs.
The idea of keeping you to himself and claiming you sends shivers down his spine. It fills him with a sense of longing that manifests as him thrusting into you deeper and harder. He knows for sure that Wooin had long vacated the space in your heart and there was now an empty spot needing to be filled. Even if Joker was the one stuffed inside your dripping cunt right now, were you really willing to let him fill your heart too?
There’s no time to have this conversation with you. Caught in the throes of lust, Joker continues to slide in and out of your slick walls. The wet heat is addicting and all he wants to do is drown in it. You seem to want the same thing as you claw at his back, moaning for more. Pure desire written all over your face; as if your pussy didn’t give away how you felt.
Joker was barely getting started and he already had you creaming around his dick, your sticky arousal accenting the salacious sounds of his balls smacking against your ass with every heavy thrust.
“Hajun– ohh fuck, oh my god–” You pant, your eyelids heavy and your jaw hinged open when you feel the fat head of his cock slam straight into your g-spot.
The syrupy way you say his name–his real name– has his cock jump excitedly within your tight heat. Never had the syllables sounded so good until he heard them dancing on your tongue. Lust drunk calls of his name has him plunging into you more wildly. Practically feral as the next level of pleasure is reached. Your legs are no longer locked around his waist because you’ve started to lose feeling in them as your body zeroes in on the sensation of your pussy being pounded so thoroughly. With the restriction gone, it allows Joker to move more freely; drawing his hips back farther then plunging right back into you.
You didn’t think it was possible but his fervent thrusts become even more powerful. His hands no longer hold the back cushions of the couch and they’re now on your waist; yanking your body to meet the hungry snapping of his hips. Twitching and squirming beneath his touch, there’s nowhere for you to go except headfirst into your orgasm brought on by the constant pressure of his tip ramming into your sweet spot.
Despite the maddening sensation of release being dangled right in front of you and Joker, his thrusts are still so selfless and calculated. He twitches against the sensitive gumminess of your walls, pushing into you so deeply that you were sure that he was treating your cervix as a bullseye for where to cum.
If it wasn’t hot enough already, the heat in the pit of your stomach continues to rapidly build up as your climax creeps up on you; feeling like pure ecstasy was shot into your veins and traversed through your entire body.
All it took was a few more rough thrusts to make you come apart on Joker’s cock; your hole gushing around him. The added slickness of your walls counteracts the rather aggressive yet rhythmic clenching of your pussy as you orgasm.
It’s not until he’s thoroughly fucked you through your climax, Joker becomes greedy. He takes hold of your thighs that were dangling uselessly on either side of his hips before pushing them back against your chest. Pinning you against the couch with his body weight, he keeps your trembling figure in place until he’s able to find his own release. Bottoming out within your pulsing walls, thick streams of cum are cast within you. The sensitivity of your cunt lets you feel every single drop being dispersed within you and you swear that the sensation of getting filled up like this intensifies your orgasm that you thought was dying out.
You’re disappointed when Joker pulls out, the emptiness bordering on uncomfortable. But perhaps it was necessary– your mind was totally occupied by his dick when it was inside you and you never gave an answer to his question.
“Yeah. I want to start seeing you more often.” You finally tell him, a small laugh escaping you as you realize how absurd it feels to be rendered into this state of emotional vulnerability after getting your guts rearranged.
──★ ˙ ̟WOOIN
Going after a friend’s girlfriend is a new low even for Wooin. But it can’t be that bad in taste if Hyuk was very aware of the fact that Wooin had also harbored feelings for you.
Hyuk just happened to be the one to pursue you seriously first.
Despite the slight variance in personality, the two were friends for a reason– sharing similar beliefs, ideals, interests– and not to mention, similar tastes in intimate conquests.
All it takes is a bit of mental games and picking at your brain to make you confess your insecurity about Hyuk sneaking around behind your back. Hyuk has always been the type to just do what he wants but Wooin can’t confirm or deny your fears. What he can tell you is that your sweet boyfriend has been sharing your nudes and snippets of your sextapes in the Sabbath Crew groupchat. But as Hyuk’s longtime friend, Wooin gets to see the full clips; that’s not something you need to know though.
It’s devious work but it’s the quickest way for Wooin to get you back to his place, sprawled out on his bed, with your clothes scattered on his floor.
“Would ya look at that?” Wooin whistles, taking in the sight of you on all fours; folds swollen and drenched in your honey along with the back of your thighs trembling after being edged for what felt like hours. “You know, most girls I mess with would’ve tapped out a while ago but you actually can keep up with me. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though– isn’t Hyuk some kind of sadist?” He laughs.
His tongue dances across his lips, lapping away at the slick remains of your arousal lingering on them. It wasn’t Wooin’s intention to go down on you for so long but just one taste of you had him hooked. The desperation in your moans when you get so close to cumming only to have your orgasm die out whenever Wooin pulled away was like a drug to him. Every whine, whimper, and sob was music to him; encouraging to keep toying with you until he broke you down.
Wooin just couldn’t help himself; he always knew he would love playing with you like this.
As tasty as you are, Wooin swears that his dick is going to combust if he doesn’t get it wet soon. Even if he knows that you can–and you would happily– take a good pussy pounding from him in his most feral state, he wants to make you feel good too. After all, you did just find out that your boyfriend has betrayed your trust; you could use a good orgasm. Or several– he has time today and he can be selfish after he makes you cum since you had endured his teasing for long.
Already knowing that you’re on the pill based on all the creampie videos Hyuk had recorded and sent, Wooin doesn’t even bother with a condom after he drops his pants. Dragging the leaky tip across your pussy and adding to the wetness, a small hum of pleasure rumbles in the back of your throat every time the bulbous head of Wooin’s cock catches on your clit. Sharp senses notice your reaction to simple movement and Wooin repeats it. Over and over. Teasing the already sensitive button and making you writhe some more.
During one too many hookups, he found himself thinking about the videos of you while he had some random girl beneath him. Oh but now, Wooin doesn’t need to imagine himself fucking you. He has you right here, rolling your hips to try and tempt him into the warmth of your slick walls.
“Beg for my dick if you want it so bad.” Wooin barks at you, the smug grin on his face seeping into his voice while one hand squeezes your ass and the other grips his length while he continues to slide it through your folds. A heavy palm comes down on your ass and a loud smack echoes throughout the room while your pussy clenches around nothing.
And so you beg.
Your hole has been aching to be filled by Wooin all night. His touch is familiar, eerily similar to Hyuk’s. It’s a feral type of sexual energy that emanates from each point of contact and makes you feel hot all over. Wooin’s cock prodding at your weeping hole has you bowing in an impossible arch; chest flat against the mattress while your ass is high in the air.
Without warning, Wooin is pushing his cock inside of you; all the way in at once. The sudden intrusion has you whimpering as you realize you were still very sensitive from the assault of his mouth and tongue all over your private parts. But it’s not like Wooin cares about that. Landing another smack on your ass, his hands use the plump flesh as leverage to take you fast and hard.
“How long do you and Hyuk usually go for?” Wooin suddenly asks, that self-satisfied attitude present as ever.
The question is so absurd, even if you weren’t taking deep strokes into your soaked cunt, you wouldn’t know how to answer him. Annoyed by your lack of response, one of Wooin’s hands snakes around your throat; holding it in a firm grip so he could draw your upper body closer to him. Now with his chest pressed up against your back, his lips linger around your ear; his breath tickling the outer shell before he speaks.
“How ‘bout I give you an easier question? How many times does Hyuk make you cum?” Wooin grips your throat tighter, the whispered words send a chill down your spine while simultaneously making your entire body heat up.
“Stop asking about him.” You speak the words through gritted teeth; partially out of annoyance but mostly to prevent yourself from moaning when you feel Wooin’s shaft nick your sweet spot.
A smirk graces his lips before he nips at your ear and speaks again; his hips unfaltering as the tip of his cock teases that extra soft area deep within your cunt.
I feel like I don't engage with enough webtoon writers so this feels really awkward for me to post about 🥲
but im looking for other webtoon writers to join the Halloween writing event im hosting in my discord server!!! 🥺
kinktober has always been really overwhelming for me so I wanted to do something different.
rather than do a different kink every day, I decided to do a different spooky element every week! I chose to do it this way because it's less intimidating + you don't have to write smut if you don't want to! (however my server still is 18+ because I am an adult who isn't interested in speaking to minors)
you can dm me here or dm me on discord if you have any questions about the event 🤗 I would love to be able to compile a huge masterlist of our work and help anyone with their writing !!!
summary: being young again means Peter has the energy to pursue you.
cw: fembodied!reader, pwp, smut, p in v, dirty talk, implied multiple orgasms, all characters featured are 18+
wc: 2.6k
During the short lived but peaceful stint of running a bookstore was when Peter first laid eyes on you. You visited the store on a nearly daily basis, purchasing all sorts of books. Even with the occasional small talk, it was difficult for Peter to get a real feel for your personality but right off the bat, he felt physical attraction to you.
But you would never go after a geezer like him.
He wouldn’t be able to keep up with a pretty young thing like you even if you were interested in him.
Lust isn’t a lasting state so it was natural for Peter to forget about it after not seeing you for a while; especially when factoring in how he had been given a second chance to enjoy his youth and take down Glory. Revenge occupies a larger portion of his mind after he had already spent a fair portion of his younger days sleeping around between killing. Why would he let lecherous desires get in the way of his new prerogative?
That was the attitude Peter had while first enjoying his younger form. As an attractive young male, he garnered a lot of female attention wherever he went and he rebuked every single amorous gesture.
Until he crossed paths with you again.
This time, Peter doesn’t let you slip through his fingers. He pursues you without hesitation. You wouldn’t be able to fathom his surprise when you shoot him down instantly after he makes his initial move on you, telling him that you’re not a fan of younger guys. He can only laugh at the irony of the situation. Oh, if only you knew.
“Don’t let my face fool you, darling. I’m wise beyond my years.”
While courting you, it isn’t difficult for Peter to prove to you that he’s not like the guys around your age range. And it’s why after a few weeks of seeing each other on a regular basis, sexual tension rising with every meeting, the bubble finally bursts. Peter successfully managed to work his way under your skin and into your heart; taking the occasional detour into your dirty reveries.
Open mouth kisses stain the column of your neck. Peter’s authoritative touch isn’t just brute force, you can quite literally feel the extent of his experience. There’s a palpable difference between the way Peter caresses your body versus how the average fuckboy feels you up. Never have you been with someone who makes you this hot with just a little bit of kissing and exploring your body with their hands; especially in such a short amount of time.
A few measly minutes ago, you were inviting Peter up to your apartment for tea. Now, you were clumsily leading him down the hall to your bedroom with him practically glued to your hip.
“I need you to tell me right now that you want this.” Peter whispers into your lips between heated kisses, the growing bulge in his pants pressing your lower body firmly into the plush surface of your bed. “Once I start, I’m not gonna want to stop.”
You let out an airy laugh, giving him a smile full of mirth as if to silently question if he really expected you to answer him. With the way you were needily rubbing yourself against his crotch, wasn’t it obvious enough you craved him?
“Say it.” He commands in an unpermissive tone, sending shivers up your spine.
“I want you.” You fess up, your cheeks dusted in embarrassed heat.
The simple admission is the inciting event of the night. Peter’s lips are on yours again, his kisses hungrier. Needier. Yet still so meticulous as they have you melting under his touch. His fingers are spidered on either side of the junction between your throat and jaw; thumbs pressing into your cheeks as he holds your face. Each time you try to break the kiss, he holds you tighter. Only ever letting you pull away for a few seconds at a time to fill your lungs again after stealing your breath away.
Hands moving lower, his lips lag behind them until he lifts up the bottom hem of your shirt; more and more of your skin being revealed to him. Once uncharted territory, the smooth expanse of your torso becomes stained with open mouth kisses and light bites as a courtesy of Peter. It’s the most maddening sensation. You’ve always craved a guy that would take his time getting to know your body and focusing on your pleasure for once.
But now that you have someone like that, you’ve become the impatient one who just wants to get off.
With all of the experience Peter has under his belt, he reads you like a book. Whether you were aware of it or not, he knows exactly how to break and bend you to his will. You were putty in his hands and Peter was ready to mold you into a pretty masterpiece just for his eyes only.
“Should I kiss you here?” He murmurs, his lips ghosting along your sternum before migrating to the swell of your breasts. “Or maybe here?”
Palming your breasts through the material of your bra, Peter peels the pesky garment out of his way before swiftly reaching under you with one hand to unhook it. Bra now discarded, he leans in to flicker his tongue over your nipple, getting the skin wet with his saliva before he encases it in his mouth. You’re so delectable and all Peter wants to do is indulge himself. Pushing your tits together with his hands, he’s greedily alternating attention between each of them. Each pass of his tongue over your perky nipple sends a rush of heat straight to your core and you can feel your panties sticking to your skin uncomfortably.
Just with the smallest shift of your hips, Peter can already figure out what you desire. As much joy as he finds in watching you squirm while being too proud to beg, it has been a long while since the last time Peter has gotten intimate like this. Being deployed on so many missions in so many countries as a killer, his memory is filled with various one night stands he picked up by chance. But being right here with you at this moment is different. His longing for you was over a span of months–maybe even a full year– keeping ideas of fucking you tucked in the dark corners of his mind until he needed to retrieve them as erotic fodder.
Despite all the physical attraction he felt toward you, it barely held a candle to the emotional and mental aspect of things. Peter wanted you in so many different ways, if he had to choose between taking down Glory or keeping you to himself, he would definitely take time to consider it.
Thank the heavens that he knows he would never have to be in such a predicament.
Stripping you down until you were fully nude now, Peter’s eyes lit up at the sight of your visage laid out for him. His tongue is heavy as it craves a taste of every last bit of you. But the dripping center between your thighs is what calls to him the loudest.
Peter doesn’t get to savor the way your honey clings to his tongue or how your clit throbs with every lash of his tongue because you start to fuss. Though your impatience slightly annoys him, he isn’t surprised in the slightest. You were already so soaked, it wouldn’t take much for him to just slide in.
“It’s impolite to make a lady wait, you know.” You tell Peter with flushed cheeks as you reach to return the favor of stripping him out of his clothes. Your hands deliberately slow as you feel up the solid muscle that comprise his figure.
The way you try to nag Peter is adorable to him, he can’t help but entertain it.
“Yeah? I think kids like you just don’t have much of an attention span nowadays.” He taunts, stifling a small laugh as you fumble with his tie before he places his hands over yours and helps you undo the knot carefully. “Did no one ever teach you that patience is a virtue?”
“Don’t try to scold me like an old man.” You huff, rolling your eyes at him.
It just doesn’t stop being funny to him. You truly have no idea that Peter’s physical state reflected only a mere fraction of his true age.
But that doesn’t matter too much right now. What matters more is releasing all the pent up tension between the two of you.
Laying the hot length of his dick on your pussy, he lets the wetness of your folds drench him. All in the name of gauging how much you craved this. And much to Peter’s surprise, your sexual frustration rivals his; more than likely due to all your previous hookups never actually making you finish.
But not to fear, Peter would happily fix that for you.
The mere action of him sliding his cock over your cunt, prodding your clit with the head is enough to get you moaning and writhing beneath him. The satisfaction you got from just a little bit of grinding and dry humping really proved how neglected that swollen little pearl had been. That isn’t to say that Peter was any better off. As he moves his hips back and forth, fucking his cock through your slick folds, his precum is oozing on your skin and making you even wetter.
You would need the extra help anyway; by the looks of it, you were going to feel Peter in your stomach.
“Are you toying with me on purpose?” you laugh softly, pulling Peter into a languid open mouth kiss as his cock glides over your pussy.
Pulling back from your lips, his hips drop slightly to better position the tip of his dick against your pulsating entrance; dipping just the tip into you before retreating.
“You’re being selfish. Let me have a little bit of fun.” He chides you and it’s enough to pacify you.
The teasing doesn’t last long once Peter is happy with your compliance. All it takes is a push of his hips and your entrance is stretching out around his tip; producing a simultaneous moan from both of you.
One large hand of Peter’s is able to easily capture both your wrists, pinning them above your head as he looks down at you. Eyes skimming over your face then down your body, his gaze lands on the sight of your pussy stretched out around him.
So tight and oh so wet. Peter can imagine why you’ve been so sexually frustrated. Just being inside you and trying to ease the entirety of his cock into the slick heat of your body has him in a dreamlike stupor. Shuddering, panting. He needs something else to focus on because having your hot cunt at the front of his mind feels like it’s going to drive him insane.
“Don’t tell me that you wanna cum already.” You deliver your taunt in a playful manner, but the way your body ever so slightly tenses up gives away the fact that you are definitely anxious about not being able to orgasm with a partner yet again.
“Ladies first.” Peter chuckles to ease your nerves, the hand not holding your wrists skimming over the length of your torso before grazing your clit. “Tell me how you like it. Fast? Slow?” He asks the question while idly rolling his thumb over the bundle of nerves, causing your hips to lurch up and your walls to tighten around his shaft.
The dilemma comes up again. You want the experience of slow, passionate lovemaking because you rarely ever get to have it. But everything about Peter makes you crave the sensation of being pounded into the sheets by him. Did it really matter what you picked? He had this look in his eyes that told you that you would orgasm anyway. And it wouldn’t happen just once.
“Don’t overthink it. Just listen to your body.” He tells you after a few seconds of silence.
Foregoing all thoughts, you let your instincts pilot your choice. But you do admit, it’s easy to make a choice when you feel the way Peter’s cock twitches and jumps within your walls as it aches for more friction.
Sinking deeper into you, he keeps a close eye on your expression; watching how you react to each inch of his shaft invading your tight heat. Your insides weep and expand, trying to accommodate all of him. When there’s still a full inch left, your entire body is going rigid.
Peter is almost sure that you would want to take things slowly until he actually gets balls deep within you– the tip of his cock nestled inside of you and grazing your cervix. Moans coming out breathier and whinier when he rolls his hips slightly, it’s in that moment he realizes that you crave more.
And more he delivers.
You were right to assume that Peter would make you feel good no matter what. His hips move in a rhythmic succession, delivering sharp thrusts to your sweet spot right from the get go. Your insides are so tight and sensitive around him, you never miss the throb of his cock inside of you, reminding you that he was just as riled up as you were. Yet, he puts all his focus toward pleasing you.
Feeling his grip on your wrists tighten, he fucks you a little faster. A little harder. Getting your pussy wetter. And making you cry out his name.
“Look at how wet you’re getting on me.” He tells you and your eyes drift down to where your bodies meet, your jaw hanging open; both in awe and letting out a moan at the same time.
You’ve completely soaked his groin, neatly trimmed pubes now matted against his skin and his full balls sticky as they slap against your pert ass. You heard the wetness in every slick thrust into you, but to see it–and watch it in real time–had your stomach twisting in excited knots.
As much as you wanna keep your eyes open to watch, the pleasure you experience makes it difficult. All you wanna do is let your eyelids fall closed so you could bask in the bliss.
“Keep your eyes open, sweetheart. I want you to watch me make you cum on my cock.”
Is it Peter’s domineering tone? Is it the air of authority that you noticed radiates off him despite his boyish appearance? The fact that your body has been yearning for an orgasm? Your body treats his words as a command, somehow finding the will to keep your eyes open just enough so you could watch the way he moves in and out of your slick cunt.
Mouth dropping open with a salacious moan, you do exactly as he says. Your fingernails dig into your palm, unconsciously trying to wiggle out the firm hold he uses to keep you pinned beneath him. It shocks you how easily Peter makes you cum. And you’re even more surprised as he fucks you through each contraction of your orgasm.
Finally releasing your wrists, his hands move to settle on your hips; lifting them slightly as he looms over you with a pleased smile. Your pussy is so sensitive from cumming and you can feel the way his shaft pulsates within you, yet he’s so selfless– as proven by the next question that leaves his lips.
“How many more orgasms would you like tonight, sweetheart?”
summary: your boyfriend Wooin isn’t very good at listening…
cw: fembodied!reader, smut, pwp, established relationship, lowkey toxic bf!Wooin, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, p in v, mentions of edging and overstimulation, light dirty talk, creampie, tbh pretty vanilla and standard stuff around here. everyone featured is 18+
wc: 3.5k
“I swear, Wooin, you’re such an asshole! You always…”
Your words fade into the background as Wooin tunes out your incessant yapping. When you get like this, he sees no point in trying to argue with you. Mouth spewing your emotional word vomit at a hundred miles per minute, interrupting you would only cause you to talk in circles as you forget the original reason you were mad.
Now, Wooin isn’t the perfect boyfriend. He’ll admit that. For so long, he’s only ever had to worry about him and his own needs and what he wants to do. He isn’t the type to act as a knight in shining armor who just always knows what to say, knows how you’re feeling, and can figure out what you mean when you say certain things. However, he gets that you’re on the sensitive side and prone to emotional flare ups– the least he can do for you is give you time to rant and get it out of your system.
As he phases in and out of this ‘conversation’ he picks up the same buzzwords; he’s selfish, he never understands you, he doesn’t listen, he’s inconsiderate, he purposely pisses you off because he thinks it's funny, blah, blah, blah. You’ve nagged him about the same things so many times, he can’t even feel bad about not listening to you half of the time. It’s the same song and dance every other week. He got your message loud and clear the first time you got on his case after he seriously fucked up by choosing to work on your birthday. Since then, he’s been trying to be a better boyfriend to you whether you realize it or not.
Ten minutes into your spiel, Wooin’s already forgotten what you were initially mad about. He thinks it might be about how some girl keeps calling and texting him– but he could be wrong and that might’ve been last week’s argument. Either way, he’s already explained to you that he’s not interested in the coked up airhead who’s been blowing up his phone, jonesing for a fix.
“God, you haven’t been listening, have you?” You let out a frustrated sigh, throwing your hands up in defeat. “We’ve had this argument so many times. If you just listened the first time, we could be working on a solution so we can get over this.”
Your rambling continues on as Wooin tries to figure out what the hell you’ve been talking about this whole time. Racking his brain for any ideas that relate to the clue you’ve given him, he’s coming up empty.
Maybe you didn’t just prattle on about the same shit every time and he genuinely ignored you voicing a genuine concern in your relationship. Spending a few minutes to ruminate over the idea, your words hang in the air, ignored and unacknowledged until he hears something different from the usual script.
“I’m over this. I hate you.” You practically snarl, grabbing your sweater from his couch and making your way to the door.
Now grounded back into the moment, Wooin follows after you, catching your wrist to prevent you from leaving.
“Baby, you don’t mean that.” He says, the usual smug expression he wears gracing his features to mask how he truly felt.
Deep down, the idea of you dumping him terrifies him. It might be the only thing he has a serious fear of. Knowing that everything he built with you could be taken from him all because he hasn’t fully grasped the concept of considering how his actions negatively affect others; it fills him with dread.
“Wooin, I’m fed up. We need time apart.” You insist, yanking your wrist out of his hold only for him to grab your hand; prying apart your fingers so they could intertwine with his.
“Sure, sure. We can take a break.” He remarks in a dismissive tone, trying to convince himself that you didn’t seriously want that. “Just tell me right now that you don’t actually hate me.”
Gazing into your eyes with a more sincere expression, he holds your hand tight as you finally fall silent. Staring back at him, your irises are fiery, embers of your anger still present but gradually dying out.
“Fine. I don’t hate you.” You grumble. “I just hate how it feels like you never listen to me.”
Your gaze falls to the ground after what seems like an eternity of looking into Wooin’s eyes and trying to pry into his mind to see what he thinks and figure out if your relationship actually meant anything to him.
“If you’re leaving, can I at least have a kiss before you go?” Wooin finally asks after a few more moments of silence.
You press your lips against his in a chaste kiss before you pull back, lingering there for a bit as you look at him through your lashes; silently contemplating whether or not you’d indulge in more.
“There. That should be enough to hold you over until I feel like talking to you again.” You murmur, ultimately deciding against it when you remember how crazy he made you feel earlier.
Increasing the distance between your bodies, you slip away from him again and attempt to make an exit before he can reel you back in.
Wooin lets out a short chuckle, right on your heels when your hand reaches for the doorknob.
“Nuh uh, give me a proper kiss.” He demands as he snakes his body between you and the door to prevent you from leaving.
Annoyance creeps into your system again but your lips are meeting his once again. Looping his arms around your waist, Wooin pulls you closer as he deepens the kiss with such passion; it’s clear that he intends to eat up all your frustration with him. Playful hands travel down south, groping your ass so you’re flush against him and can feel the way his length twitches in his pants every time you try to wriggle away from him. When your lips part in a soft moan, his serpentine like tongue darts into your mouth to claim the warm cavern.
That familiar taste of candy always lingered on his tongue when you kissed him along with a vaguely metallic flavor from his piercing. Today, his saliva is tinged with artificial strawberry as his tongue mingles with yours. With the unique sensation of Wooin’s tongue being both forked and pierced, it doesn’t take very long for your mind to become muddled; consumed by the way he devours you. You almost fall victim to his ways, but pride is a mighty sin that refuses to let Wooin off the hook so easily.
Wooin is actually surprised by how aggressively you pull away. You see it on his face for a split second before he’s sucking his teeth in annoyance. Sharp eyes drag along your body, daring you to go and see what happens if you leave his sight. Caught in limbo, part of you doesn’t want to be around Wooin but the other part knows that it would make you just as childish as him if you walked away right now when he seriously wanted to make things right.
“Are you seriously gonna listen to me this time?” You ask him quietly, a stormy gaze thinly veiling your frustration with him.
After watching Wooin think over your words, he throws his hands up in a placating manner and agrees to a truce; sitting down on the couch with you to hear you out.
Being the person he is, of course it gives a slight ego boost to Wooin when his assumption is correct. You’re indeed mad about the same things, spewing the same complaints about him. The only difference is that now he’s actively listening to you; biting his tongue back to start from engaging in a real argument. Whether it was clear to you or not, he was more than willing to be the lover you wanted– he just needed time to rewire his mind. Becoming the boyfriend you needed wasn’t just gonna happen overnight even with his best efforts. As much as he wants to tell you that, he knows you well enough to be aware of the fact that there’s no getting through to you like this. All you want is to be heard, and it’s the least he can do for you.
Eventually, you cool down and hug things out with Wooin. The air is still prickly with your emotional outburst from earlier and the energy is scattered even as a silence falls over the room.
“I’m sorry if I said anything too mean earlier.” You murmur, becoming uncomfortable with the rigid atmosphere.
“It’s fine.” Wooin shrugs before leaning back into the plushness of the couch. “You were right about how I wasn’t listening to half the shit you said anyway.”
You roll your eyes at Wooin’s blunt admission but his honesty does make it easier to let go of your anger toward him. Even if his words are a little crass, it’s admirable how he has no problem admitting his fault in this situation.
“Are you gonna stick around or are you set on leaving?” He questions after a lingering silence ensues, his eyes fixed on the way you can’t sit still in your seat.
“I should probably get going before it gets late.” You say in a quiet voice, moving slowly as you stand up.
“Or, you can just stay the night.” Wooin interjects, standing up then moving closer to you; leaning in make you an offer you can’t say no to. “I’ll eat you out as an apology. You know how bad I am at saying sorry.”
His slimy proposal really makes you question why you put up with him in the first place. But when he has you laid out on the couch, naked from the waist down with his mouth latched to your clit, you remember why.
You thank the heavens, grateful that Wooin’s mouth was good for something other than yapping up a storm. His tongue is so agile. Being able to control and independently move each side of the forked appendage had to be something he practiced a lot to get good at. Your mind is too muddled to indulge the little green monster asking how many girls he’s made cum on his tongue. What matters to you right now is the way his mouth is latched on to your folds; slurping and suckling all while his tongue lashes at your clit.
Unpredictable yet meticulous; the paradox described Wooin’s attitude toward most things he did perfectly. You really feel it as he’s lapping up the wetness pooling out of you. Dragging his tongue from your fluttering entrance to your pulsating clit. Circling the swollen pearl with each end of his tongue in a cyclical manner then starting to suck hungrily. It’s a novel sensation each time he switches up the pace and it’s different every time he goes down on you. Yet, it’s always full of mind numbing pleasure.
Wooin brings you close to your orgasm, eating you out with a voracious mouth that seems like it won’t stop– until it does. He leaves your body dangling off the edge of your climax, doused in perspiration after setting your nerves on fire. Then, as soon as you cool off, he’s back at it. Giving you every bit of his hot mouth and tongue.
God forbid that you look at Wooin while he’s nose deep in your cunt like this. It makes his ego and cock swell like no other. He spreads your legs wider so he can eat you sloppier; your orgasms building quicker and quicker after each time he denies you. With his enthusiasm, it's hard to tell which he likes more; edging and overstimulating you until you’re putty beneath his touch or the mere act of eating you out.
One thing for certain is that he won’t let up on you until you feed his ego. The moans, how easily he brings you to orgasm, and how slick your pussy gets are nice appetizers. But Wooin eats up your praise almost as greedily as he devours your pussy. Hearing you beg for his cock has both his pride and the veins in his shaft swollen with desire. It’s a song he could listen to on repeat for an entire lifetime.
Post argument sex is a slightly different ball game though. On a regular day, Wooin can get you to beg for him in no time and get his dick in you long before his patience wears thin. Days like this, you stubbornly hold out on him while his tongue is swirling over your sensitive parts– all in the name of feeling how sorry he was and how much he craved your forgiveness since this was the closest thing to an apology you could get from him.
Wooin has no problem entertaining the little games you play with him. But at the end of the day, he just plays them better. If you wanna stay tight lipped and deny him of hearing you plead for his cock, he’s gonna eat you out until you can barely speak.
After dangling the idea of climax in front of you for so long, now it’s time to give you the release you craved. And then some more.
The first orgasm has you sighing in relief.
The second one has you crying for more.
The third one has you regretting being so greedy.
And by the fourth one and beyond, you feel like you’re limbo; unsure if you wanna continue or tap out.
But the sight of Wooin’s signature smirk, now glossed with your arousal has something in your stomach twisting. It’s almost a sinister type of desire; knowing that you’re really pushing yourself but craving to be totally broken down.
“I dunno if I’m done apologizing yet.” Wooin muses, thumbing over your quivering clit as he takes in your trembling form. “I can’t tell if you’ve forgiven me or not.”
Sharp eyes meet your exhausted ones. The playful lust burns bright in his eyes as a counter to the glazed over look you wear. Your brain is foggy but you know exactly what he’s getting at as he threatens to give you a second set of back to back orgasms.
“I forgive you.” You finally tell him in a breathless voice, shivering as his thumb ghosts over your overstimulated nub.
“Oh? I’m glad to hear that, sweetie. But what does that mean?” He feigns ignorance, smiling at you innocently as he tries to browbeat the words he craves to hear out of you.
“Fuck me. Please.” You throw in the politeness last minute, not wanting to deal with Wooin taunting you anymore and it seems to work.
You watch him shimmy out of his pants and boxers to free his cock then mount you. The tip is dark pink and engorged with precum beading on the tip; just to dissipate on to your skin when he smacks it against your puffy cunt. Meanly pressing you into the couch, Wooin looms over you as he pushes your legs back; body folded in half with your knees parallel to your ears.
“Ya know…I’m starting to think that you like getting me riled up like this. You probably don’t even care if I apologize to you after petty arguments that you start.” He chuckles, sliding his length back and forth between your wetness to coat himself in your juices before he’s splitting you open with his girth.
You don’t have to answer Wooin’s accusation because he knows it’s true– at least for him. It doesn’t matter what your intention is or if you do it on purpose; he likes the anticipation and build up. Feeling every vein in his dick throb for you and the way they pulse in time with your heated cunt. He holds back the moan at the long awaited contact he’s deprived himself of, but you can see the way his jaw twitches when he’s deeply embedded in you; his full balls flush against the curve of your ass and his cock twitching inside of your gummy walls.
Though Wooin would never admit this to you out loud, he’s become rather fond of the mating press position. The way you gaze up at him like he’s some sort of god when you’ve gone dumb on his dick is addicting. It’s especially good when he’s only a few strokes in and he can feel the way your sensitive walls seize up on him as another orgasm is ready to be plucked from your body.
“You’re gonna make me cum again-” The syrupy sounding cry that falls from your lips as validation of how good he was making you feel keeps his ego comfortably satiated.
But greed seems to be the sin that drives most of Wooin’s life. So he pushes on without much thought, fucking you through yet another orgasm until you’ve sullied both his cock and couch cushions with your release. And it doesn’t stop there.
Urgent thrusts have the couch skidding across the floor of his apartment. The linoleum tile could withstand it. A few minor scrapes is nothing compared to the way Wooin drills his cock in and out of your slick walls with a calculated precision that attacks your g-spot. Your orgasms bleed together and feel like one long wave of agonizing bliss. The constant stimulation of your sensitive walls should hurt by this point with how rough Wooin’s thrust are. Maybe your senses are so muddled, each of the mean snaps of his hips feel good now– maybe you’re just a masochist. Whatever it is, you’re more than happy to take what Wooin gives.
Back to back orgasms is the least he can give you for being such a headache anyway.
As Wooin’s first crescendo of ecstasy builds, your last orgasm is still going and it only goes on longer as he chases his finish. Even with all the pleasure and pain melting together to put you in a lusty haze, it’s not enough to distract you from the liquid seeping out of your drooling pussy. The wetness spreads so much you can feel it under your back and it’s like you’re glued to the couch. Having got yours long ago, you’re a bit impatient now as you wait for Wooin to finish.
“You’re gonna keep taking this dick until I cum, aren’t you? I know you can.” He pants, head tipped back as a low moan fills the air.
Stuck between the plush couch and the solid yet lean muscle of his body, you’re stuck in place. Erratic thrusts that grow sloppier with each passing second. The warmth of Wooin’s breath on your neck as he moans into the skin. You could whine about how everything feels too intense and how your insides ache from his brutal thrusts. But you crave his release almost as much as he does.
You want him to greedily fuck your aching pussy until it makes him cum. You want him–no– need him to use you and take out his frustration. It’s almost like a compulsion to have his cum filling you up and dripping out of your sloppy hole. In this moment, it’s the only way you’ll feel complete and truly satisfied.
“Oh my– fuck! You’re so fuckin’ wet.” Wooin groans, his voice tethering along the fine lines of anguish and elation. “So, so wet. I’m gonna cum.” He mutters.
Messy, squelching thrusts. Deep groans and slurred curses. Wooin’s finish encompasses just as many of your senses as your own orgasm does when it overtakes you. In his own pursuit of peak pleasure, you’re sent over the edge one more time. The sight alone of his lust riddled face honestly might have been enough to bring you to your finish. Feeling him unleash hot, silky ribbons of his seed within you, your walls convulse around him; trying to milk every last drop out.
“Ah, fuck, that’s good.” Wooin grunts in a gravelly voice. “Best fuckin’ pussy ever.”
You’d be a fool to think that Wooin would stop there. The few shivers that run up and down his spine aren’t enough to get him to quit now.
The slick tightness of your pussy has him fucking his cum into you, shooting the last few ropes deep inside until he’s overstimulated himself and he’s a bit dizzy. His black lacquered nails dig into your thighs, trying to keep himself grounded in the moment as the high of his finish threatens to carry him off to cloud nine.
Once he’s satiated and both of you have finished basking in the post orgasm haze, Wooin reluctantly pulls out of you. The mess on the couch could be dealt with later. What mattered right now was getting you cleaned up and giving you some princess treatment so he could get back on your good side.
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I cannot stop thinking about Ken Sato being the biggest munch ever eating you out is definitely his favorite hobby
Like it's not his fault your pussy taste so good Ken can't help it especially when the only thing on his agenda is to make you cum as hard as you can so he can lick you up all clean!
He would be such a menace afterwards just diving right back in for another taste god, the way you smelled and taste drove him crazy definitely the type to not stop eating you out until he’s satisfied
Like look up the definition of pussy whipped and there’s a big ass photo of him with the cockiest smile on his face like someone give him his ps4 hall of fame achievement for being the most pussy drunk munch you’ve ever had between your legs
He’d stay all night in between your pretty thighs if he could even would consider giving up playing baseball for eating you out as his new career (maybe exaggerating but it’s been in the back of his mind once or twice) especially when you let out those sweet moans of yours chanting his name it just made his ego grow and his dick twitch even more than it was before just thinking about eating you out gets him going.
Earning some groans from himself showcasing just how needy he is for you like a man starving for years finally getting not just food but his favorite meal in the entire world there’s no way he could get enough of you want a new wardrobe? A new place to stay? A car? Got it just as along as he gets to dive into you afterwards as your thank you gift to him! <3
And he’s probably would be so whiny too just begging you to cum all over his face
“Please pretty girl just cum all over me show me what that pretty pussy can do yeah?”
And he’d go down on you anytime any place it didn’t matter if you were feeling a bit horny say no more just leave it to him to make up some stupid excuse to get you two alone hiking up your pretty dress and feasting on what he so dearly worshiped
Bonus: Thinking about you sending Ken a picture of him laying on your soft thighs from a while ago if you two were couple (or not) he would probably post it on his instagram story with the song P power by gunna 💀 he is a proud munch indeed!!
himbos with fat leaking cocks who don't know how to use them are my favorite. because then you get to guide them and they act like a loyal dog who will fuck you just how you like it.
I want to be in a threesome with both bi men talking about me as if I'm not present, "Look how wet she is." "How bad do you want to fuck her?" "What position do you want her in?" "She's got you so hard, look at you, you're throbbing."
reader who wears a fake engagement ring so men don’t approach you, but character doesn’t notice it. not like it matters, since the two of you get into a semi heated argument at the bar + he suggests, half as a joke, why don’t yall just fuck it out and come to an agreement. you hold up your hand and say “im married!!!” and without a missing a beat, he tells you, “your husband must not love you if that’s the ring he got you.”
turns out, character is as rich as he is annoying (which is to say, very very very very much so) & it’s just your luck that your work forces you to be in close proximity to him. if he sees you lifting anything heavy, he’ll ask you with mock sympathy “does your husband know they have you doing manual labor?” (but even more annoying… he’ll carry the stuff for you 🤭)
and then one day you lose the ring and he notices immediately and you would have thought christmas came early. “trouble in paradise?” he’ll ask you, hoping to hear abt ur divorce.
“getting the ring cleaned.” you lie, and you can smell the disappointment coming off of him. he’ll ask the people close to you “so anyway what does her husband even do?” and one of your slow on the uptake coworkers/friends goes “[name]? she doesn’t have a husband……”
oh. well now character is going to have a blast next time he sees you.
