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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.6k

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jongho + female reader

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fluff, smut. oral (m receiving) fellatio, deep throating (?)

𝐞𝐱𝐭: not proofread , way too much fluff to be considered filth , sorry not sorry , i love jongho

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Click , click , click.

‘One more . . .’ Jongho thought to himself, one more button and he’ll finally be done. After six hours of continuous work he’ll finally have time to stretch and relax. His back slumped over his paper-filled desk, a half empty mug of now cold coffee stood by the edge, and his macbook situated right in between it all.

The young man navigated through the webpage, having already attached his perfected and proofread essay, in search of the blue rectangular submit button. He was more than ready to get over it at long last.

Click

He’s done. He did it, his final paper submitted and left to be graded (no doubt with above average scores). Now he can finally relax.

The brunet throws his arms up in the air, careful not to knock over the mug sitting idly beside him. He stretches his work-shy muscles and releases a loud groan. The bones of his neck snap and pop with every twist and turn he makes, and after a minute of his bone popping session he finally leans back on his chair all lax and worry free.

Jongho slouches lower onto his seat until his head rests at the backrest, staying in the said form for a solid 5 minutes with his eyes closed and tossing all the memories that involved his essay into the back burner. With his breath slowly getting calmer, the man contemplates taking a nap before cleaning up; but he absolutely hates the image of papers strewn everywhere across his desk and he’s pretty sure that mug of coffee will get knocked over one way or another if he doesn’t put it away right now.

With a heavy sigh that induces a high rise from his chest, the brunet sluggishly slides off his seat with intentions of gathering his notes and throwing them into a large manila envelope he found lying in one of his drawers. With the papers put away and his half empty mug in hand, he heads to the kitchen when the sudden memory of you comes into mind.

He recalls the last message you sent to him as he treks towards the sink, his sock clad feet padding on the tiled floors.

You: good morning love <3

You: i hope you slept well last night :>

You: actually no i hope you actually slept at all ):<

You: i know you’ve been busting your ass on that essay but make sure to sleep alright?

You: I Love You <33

Jongho hasn't had the chance to respond since he woke up this morning frazzled on his desk on top of his binders; the rings of his notebook had left red marks on his cheek from where he rested it for the 5 minute turned 2 hour ‘nap’ he decided to take in between his tasks. The deadline wasn’t in 2 days, but to be fair, Jongho doesn’t like chasing due dates.

After he briefly washes his mug, the young man unplugs his phone from the charger to move into his bedroom for his desired nap. A long sigh escapes Jongho’s plump lips when he finally has the chance to rest his entire body on his comfy bed, nice and soft, warm and fluffy bed. Sleep tugs at his eyelids but he fights the urge to fully succumb into slumber in favour of responding to your texts, which were sent around 3 hours ago.

Haribo: hey love, I’m finally done with the essay, yay~

Haribo: I didn’t exactly ‘sleep’ last night, I fell asleep for 2 hours and woke up panicked. But that’s over now, I’m gonna take a nap for about an hour. You can come over if you want, I kind of miss you or whatever.

Haribo: I Love You Too ❤️

You smile down at your phone, ‘or whatever’ you read off the last text you received. In true Jongho fashion, he never fails to hide(or try to, rather) his overwhelming love for you. It’s all in lightheartedness though, you’re well aware of your boyfriend’s personality and way of affection, it’s what makes him Jongho and why you love him so much.

You decide to give him time for his well deserved nap, giving you time to tidy up as well. Your morning wasn’t quite as productive as your lover’s, but you managed to get a couple things done before noon and that was enough for you to give yourself a pat on the back.

This morning you woke up and made yourself a cup of coffee, in the exact opposite way Jongho prefers his. Where Jongho prefers bitter and cold, you gravitate more towards sweet and warm. You shot your boyfriend a quick text and then remembered how the night before Jongho had to cut your facetime call short since he was working on an essay; and knowing him, you were a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t stop until he finishes it, even if it means getting zero sleep.

Seeing how you were left on ‘delivered’ for around three hours, you assumed two things: 1) he stayed up late and slept in to get a full 8 hours of sleep or 2) he was still up and running on last night’s mug of coffee as fuel and had his mind in hyperfocus. From his reply, you found out that it was the latter.

Sure you could have sent him a text to make sure he was sound asleep at the right time, but if you know Jongho then you’re well aware of his stubbornness. Also, he’s a grown man and he knows his limits, you don’t need to baby him in whatever he does, he’s perfectly capable on his own.

You decided to leave for Jongho’s apartment an hour after you got his texts, to give him enough time to recharge for a bit. With your phone and wallet tucked safely in your pockets you then headed off to your sleeping beauty. Usually it’d take around 15 minutes for you to get to his apartment by car, but today felt like a lovely day to take a walk; the sky was littered with little wisps of pristine white clouds and the wind was cool from the leftover cold in remembrance of the winter that just passed. At this rate, you’ll arrive at Jongho’s in about 40 minutes-- 45 if you choose to walk slower-- which means even more dream time for your boyfriend.

As you round the corner to Jongho’s apartment complex, a little boy rushes out of the convenience store to your left, the cold air of the air conditioner nipping at your skin and tempting you inside. You thought ‘why not?’ and opted to buy something for you to eat later. 5 minutes later, you’re out of the little shop with a white plastic bag hanging from your elbow.

You: im here love <3 ill just let myself in

You quickly send to Jongho (even though you know he’s asleep) before pulling out your copy of his keys and letting yourself in as quietly as you can. Slipping off your shoes, you tiptoe your way to the kitchen to gently put the bag of convenience store food on the counter and the cans of soda into his fridge.

With hands on your hips, you scan the current situation your lover’s living room was in. Overall it was somewhat tidy, save for a few papers that might have flown away and the occasional plastic covering peeking from underneath the sofa. So you took it upon yourself to clean up the little mess you saw just to get it off his back.

When you're done, you lounge on his couch for a while, scrolling through social media, seeing whatever the hell people rave on about these days. Oh, episode 7 of imitation is airing today? Huh I wonder what it’s about. Ooh it’s about idols and--

“Love?”

You hear Jongho’s familiar voice call out from his bedroom and you hurry on your feet to scurry down the hallway and into the arms of your boyfriend. You find him slouched over his blankets with his phone in hand, meaning he just read your text.

“Jongho!” you squeal and jump into his arms, something that Jongho has gotten used to, but in his fuzzy state of mind had startled him, prompting you to apologize with a small smile.

“Morning, love.” You coo and press a quick peck on his lips, to which your boyfriend responds with a throaty hum and his arms come to wrap around your shoulders to pull you on top of him as he goes to lie back.

“It’s literally 3 in the afternoon.” He retorts, eyes shut due to the remnant sleep still stuck on his eyelids from the 2 hour long nap he just woke up from. You snuggle into his hold and mutter ‘doesn’t matter’ into his neck, your breath tickling his skin and bringing out a soft giggle from his chest.

The two of you stay holding one another for a couple minutes, basking in each other’s presence and the soft glow Jongho emanates in his post nap condition. He smells soft and refreshing but toned down and earthy, in other words he smells like comfort. Like coming home and crawling into a well made bed ready for you to mess up. And paired with the fabric softener he douses his sheets in, the scent makes you want to cover yourself in it, if you could store it in a perfume bottle you would.

“Oh right!” You muse, hand settling on his chest and you push yourself up on your elbow to look down at your lover’s resting face.

“I bought something to eat from the mini mart downstairs.” Gently tugging Jongho’s muscular arms off your shoulders, you throw your legs off the bed and urge the said man to follow you out to the kitchen.

Jongho watches as you patter into the kitchen, placing a plastic bag with ‘Nyu Mart’ print on the front on his small dining table. Your hands dig into the plastic and you pull out three packages of those garlic sausages on a stick and set it on the surface, followed by a roll of cheese kimbap, two triangle kimbaps, and a packaged egg sandwich.

“Also I put two cans of cider in the fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”

Your lover chuckles and moves to place a kiss on your forehead, mumbling a grateful thank you against your skin.

As you expected, Jongho ended up eating half of your sausage and the other two, but you repay him by drinking half of his can of cider. Now, it has been about 30 minutes since you finished eating, and the two of you spent the time lounging on the couch in each other’s arms talking about anything and everything under the sun.

“How well do you think you did on your essay, love?” You ask, cheek pressed on your lover’s defined chest, calmly rising and falling as he breathes.

“Not bad, or at least I think it wasn’t bad. I just hope Prof. Kim thinks so too. That man is so hard to please, he acts like his standards are through the roof.” Jongho scoffs.

“Yeah right, not when his wife looks like that they aren’t.”

“Jongho!” You let out a surprised laugh and gently slap his chest, which was currently shaking as he laughed. Recalling the first time he saw the said man’s spouse, old and wrinkly smothered in the wrong cosmetics. But the worst thing about that woman was her attitude, he can’t even get into the nitty gritty of what he hates so much about her without feeling annoyance running through his veins. And now was not the time for that.

“It’s true though.”

When his laughter subsides a comforting silence settles over you two for a moment. Again, you pop that bubble by speaking up.

“Well I sure hope Mr. Kim likes your essay. You worked so hard on it.” You push yourself up to land a kiss on his jaw. Jongho hums and brings the hand previously wrapped around your waist up to pat your head.

You proceed to litter his skin with little butterfly pecks, gliding down to his neck because you know he likes it. After a particularly long kiss on the juncture of his neck, his breath hitches and the hand on your hair stutters, before his body goes lax again.

“Jongho,” you start, voice low and barely audible to anyone more than a one meter radius from you, “I’m so proud of you.”

Jongho hums, planting his hand on your lower back, dangerously close to the swell of your ass.

“You planning on giving me a reward or something, love?” He whispers, voice equally as quiet as yours, pulling away to look into your eyes. And his heart just melts at the amount of love, affection, and pride your irises held.

“Well, you deserve it.” Your lips come into contact with his in a soft innocent kiss. Head tilting to the side to push your faces closer, your lips perfectly slotting together like they were made for each other.

You pull back to swipe your

Knowing exactly what he meant behind his words, you nod and move to press a longing kiss on his lips. His soft plump lips that taste of Chilsung Cider makes you want to swipe your tongue against them and taste more of it. So you do, licking and nipping at Jongho’s bottom lip, you feel intoxicated by the flavour tinted on his lips despite being a non-alcohol beverage.

The sounds of your lips on one another floats around Jongho’s otherwise empty apartment, combined with the silent ticking of his clock and the birds chirping out his window just makes everything seem so domestic and his heart swells at the thought.

When you pull away, you find your lover’s large calloused hands underneath your shirt and caressing your waist and your own are fisting at his campus sweatshirt. Your legs tangled with one another and your lips both red, plush, and tender.

“Sit up properly, love.” You softly order, clambering to get off of your boyfriend and setting your knees on the floor before him.

꒰♡꒱

“Fuck.” Jongho groans, throwing his head back on the sofa, left hand gripping your hair and the other pushing his dark locks off his face. He looks down at you with your lips around his cock and mouth stuffed full of him, and he almost cums at the sight.

You pull your lips off of his member to take a deep breath and take this as a chance to properly praise the man you love. Giving the head of his cock a soft kiss, you make your way down to the base and press another gentle kiss there, continuing up his shaft until you reach the head once more. Your hands come up to wrap around him, meeting a little bit of an inconvenience due to his girth but you manage with your other hand. Jongho’s eyes squeeze shut in pleasure at the tight ring you’ve formed around his dick and moans when you start stroking him up and down; occasionally leaning in to let a dollop of your spit drip down onto his length and coat his hot skin.

Jongho’s voice echoes throughout the room, although he wasn’t the vocal type when it comes to sex, he can’t help but let a few noises slip out when he’s getting a bomb blowjob.

When your arms tire out you resort to your lips once more. Taking the head into your mouth, Jongho tenses and flexes his thighs, the warmth that enveloped the tip of his cock in contrast to the cool air that surrounded the rest of his length makes him shudder.

“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that.” He moans when you suck at his tip before lolling your tongue around the bulbous head of his cock, occasionally swiping at the slit to collect the beading precum which falls salty on your tongue.

You lick a long stripe from the base of his cock up to the tip, followed by a few pumps by your hand. Usually at this point you’d stop and have Jongho fuck your brains out, which is fine by him since he loves seeing you get fucked dumb and incoherent by him. But this time when he moves to pull you up on him, you relent.

He raises a brow when you softly shake your head, eyes meeting your own which stare up at him glazed in a dream like state. You shut your eyes and focus on the feeling of him on your palms; hot, heavy, and hard.

“Don’t move a muscle, love.” You whisper more to his cock than to him. “You’ve barely even slept. So let me do all the work today, okay?”

You finally open your eyes to meet his hooded ones, clouded with lust and dilated.

“Let me be your good girl?” you pull out Jongho’s favourite puppy eyes, paired with his favourite pet name to use on you.

At this, Jongho lets out an amused scoff, tilting his head back and tongue swiping along his teeth as he smirks in disbelief. You’re literally sat on your knees, hands cradling his aching red cock, looking up at him with such irresistible eyes and calling yourself that name. And you expect him to just sit there and not wreck you into his cushions at least?

“Please, love?” you beg one last time when your boyfriend doesn’t look back at you, eyes still glaring at the ecru paint on the wall. You press a small peck on the tip of his member which catches his attention immediately.

It’s when he bites his lip in what seems like annoyance (but you know it’s just him trying to hold himself back) and lets out a low uninterested sounding hum that you dive back into wrapping your lips around your lover’s dick.

Your eyes sparkle against the sunlight that pours into the room through Jongho’s windows and at this he swears you look absolutely gorgeous. Your mouth stuffed full with his cock and worshipping it like your life depended on it.

Your head bobs up and down along his shaft, making the man before you shudder out a sigh. Your lips were rimmed with a concoction of your spit and Jongho’s precum. The hands that were idly laying on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs slowly slid down to cup his balls and Jongho’s heart nearly jumped out his chest.

Something akin to a giggle bubbles out from your throat at his reaction, yet all that does is vibrate against the brunet’s cock and he groans.

“Fuck, babe.” He draws out the syllables, hands finding purchase in your hair. “Feels so fucking good, yeah?”

Your palms we busy fondling with his balls underneath as your throat repeatedly swallowed around him, at this rate Jongho knew he was fucked. It was always like this. Whenever he was pounding into you he could go on for hours on end. Edging you over and over, smacking the skin of your ass red, sometimes even ripping orgasm after orgasm from you without having to cum himself. His self control was remarkable, however when it comes to you giving him head? He could cum in just seconds. What can he say? You definitely knew how to work your tongue.

Rubbing against the underside of his cock as if you weren’t gurgling around his tip already. God he was so close to cumming, and it sure was obvious from the blush on the tip of his ears, the heavy breathing, and the sweat beading at the crease in between his eyebrows.

“Fuck. Stay still, babe.” he suddenly moans, fingers curling around locks of hair and ceasing your movement. He bucks up into your mouth and you take this as a sign to relax your throat, dropping your jaw even lower to accommodate the rest of his length.

And just like that he chases after his orgasm. Roughly thrusting into your awaiting mouth, staring deeply into your fucked out eyes, not that he was much better. His dark hair stuck onto his forehead and his cheeks were flushed pink, plump lips red and nearly bloody from almost biting them off.

Jongho’s moans constantly get louder and hoarser. “Fuck.” He would groan, slurring out the words into near incoherent phrases.

When his voice rises in pitch— just a touch (only noticeable to you)— that’s when his breath hitches and his hips finally stop plowing into your throat. Thick ropes of his cum spurts into you, coating the walls of your mouth and throat.

Jongho lets out a final groan before slipping out of your lips, cock now flaccid and balls emptied. He throws his head back to catch his breath before looking back down at you; lips smeared with spit and at the corner of your mouth peaks white beads of his cum and his cock almost twitches at the sight.

“Come here, love.” He pulls you up softly, cupping your face with utmost gentleness. You think he’s gonna kiss you, so you lean in, lips puckered and eyes shut.

“No, that’s gross.”

Your jaw drops in shock,

“Excuse me?” You try to say but your voice is hoarse and throat dry.

All your boyfriend does in response is chuckle before pressing a kiss onto your forehead and getting up, announcing that he would be getting you a glass of water.

After your throat is hydrated, you cross your arms and glare at your lover with a pout.

“Listen. I’m sorry for rejecting your kiss, but I was not about to make out with you while you had my cum on your tongue.”

“Some people think it's hot!” You argue.

At this, Jongho shakes his head with a smile.

“Maybe next time, love.”

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do NOT plagiarize or translate any of my works & thank you for reading.

_by Graham dean

can we fuck & still be friends ? | kim hongjoong

bloodsucker (m)

pairing: park seonghwa x reader

genre: vampire!hwa, fluff, smut

wc: 2.2k

summary: seonghwa’s kept a big secret from you. things unexpectedly get a lot hotter once he confesses.

warnings: vampire!hwa, dom!hwa, sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please), oral (f receiving), fingering, seonghwa has a sir kink and you can’t change my mind, light spanking, teasing, begging, dirty talk, biting, brief mention of blood, slight overstimulation

note: this is the first smut fic i’ve ever written so i apologize if it’s bad,, feedback is always appreciated!

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park seonghwa was nervous, and he was never nervous.

he had been dating you for a while now. you two met through a mutual friend and bonded over your love for coffee (though he didn’t even need it, but moving on). you two started going on morning coffee runs with each other and eventually, those coffee runs became dates. he actually confessed to you with a latte and a cookie saying ‘will you go out with me?’ and of course you said yes. 

while your relationship had its ups and downs, he loved you to the end of the earth, and you loved him just as much. you told each other almost everything. not everything, because seonghwa might have been keeping some very important information from you.

seonghwa was a vampire.

he never wanted to keep it a secret from you, but he was terrified that you would leave him for it. he loved you, and to lose you would break his heart. nevertheless, he knew he needed to tell you someday. today was that day.

he decided that he needed to tell you before it was too late, before you noticed that he didn’t sleep, didn’t age, like you did. you had to know even if it broke your trust in him, he decided.

he just hoped you would stay.

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IMPURE, GETOU & GOJO.

  DAY, night, or midnight. His eyes are always on you. The new neighbor on the street who caught your attention the moment he stepped out of his all black Chevy Camaro. Coming over and greeting him with a slice of chocolate cake and warm smiles from you and your husband. He found you enticing, the man introducing himself as Getou, dauntingly sleek midnight hair cascading down his back, eyeing the veins in his arm he stretched out to give your husband a firm hand shake. He towers over you making you feel small, swallowing every time he side-eyed you while talking to your husband. Every day he greets you with a wave of his rough hand and a smile. He's usually always wearing dark jeans and a white tank that's painted with dirt from his hands since he fixes cars daily. He's no stalker, but he can't grasp this fixation on you. Once he becomes obsessed with something, he has to have it. No matter the consequences.

It's shameful the way you reciprocate your actions, coming over to offer him something to eat, laughing too hard at something he says that's not even funny, biting your lip, losing yourself in impure thoughts without your husband in sight. It's like your cheating, but you aren't, not necessarily. Getou doesn't give two fucks who you're with, he wants what he wants. He's fond of your generosity even though it's obvious you picture his face between your legs every now and then. He loves to ask how your day is going, listening well to anything you had to say.

   He's fresh out of college. Found a new home in this quiet neighborhood far away from his family to dissociate from the drama. He sells cars left to right, always seeing him talk with new people in his driveway every week, a new vehicle parked each time. He's even sold a motorcycle to your husband, Gojo, unable to stop glaring at the polished monstrosity. Getou’s laugh was deep, almost scary as he witnessed your terrified expression when Gojo wrote him a check. You remember him touching your shoulder, leaning down by your ear, instantly making your entire demeanor shift as you hugged yourself tightly, his minty breath grazing your skin as he consoled you, telling you everything would be okay, and that he's sure Gojo wouldn't be reckless with it.

   From that day, he haunted your dreams. It's like he purposely makes encounters with you so he's deeply embedded into your mind. And fuck, did it work. Wrongfully, you dreamt of him multiple times, all always ending up with him fucking you raw on Gojo’s motorcycle, the back seat of his Camaro, or your kitchen counter where he caught you gawking at him as you diced onions and slit the tip of your finger, bringing it towards your plump lips and sucking the blood off while keeping your eyes on him. These daydreams, and dreams, needed to end. You were ashamed of yourself for thinking so wickedly knowing you were with another man.

   Another thing that truly didn't help was how open his home was. Ironically, his bedroom window faced your own, allowing you to see, well, everything. Clearly, he wasn't one for privacy, having zero curtains in sight allowing anyone to see his decor, what he's watching on tv or who he brings into his bed at midnight. One time while you were painting your toes on the chaise, you saw him dripping wet with a white towel wrapped loosely around his slim waist, damp hair sitting on his back as he brushed his teeth with a woman laying on his bed flicking through a Vogue catalogue. You made sure to hide yourself so he wouldn't notice. The woman, completely naked, crawls on the bed towards him, Getou glaring down at her as she traced her fingers over his chiseled chest, slowly pulling the towel off his body and taking his cock into her mouth.

   The arousal that pooled between your legs as you watched him get head from another woman was sinful. The way he thrusted his hips and tossed his head back while still brushing his teeth, reaching over to spank the woman's ass and fondle her skin with both hands, clenching his teeth to hold his toothbrush still, cock deep inside her throat. It's was too much for you to endure. The water from his hair dropped onto her back, dipping two of his fingers into her slick pussy. You had to hold back from touching yourself, surely wanting to. Luckily, Gojo came home just in time.

   Stumbling up the stairs clinging to your husband drunkenly, he laughs into your neck he kisses, calloused hands groping your body, keeping you close so neither of you fall. Once you make it to your bedroom, you're already thrown onto the bed, giggling and kicking off your heels. You pout as he stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a tent in his pants and drunken eyes. You struggle to pull down the leather pants clinging to your thighs, mumbling 'help me' while tracing your toes up his arm, gasping when he hooks his hands around your ankles and drags you closer, body heat encasing your own as you arch into him, Gojo grabbing your face before sucking on your lips, tasting the alcohol the two of you consumed a few minutes ago.

   Today was your birthday, and Gojo made sure it was one of your best. Waking you up, firstly, with toe-curling head until you came twice. Fixing up a fancy omelette and chopped fruits for breakfast, balloons and gifts sitting prettily on the living room couch. The two of you relaxed in the bubbling jacuzzi filled with roses as you sipped champagne and he gave you a massage. As dinner time rolled around, he took you out to a fancy restaurant on a private yacht where you equally got tipsy. Every year you're grateful for how much he does for you.

   Heat fills your face as Gojo has you spread open for him, sitting up on your elbows as you weakly stare down at him, eyes rolling back while he devours your pussy, tonging your clit, your slick coating his moving chin the more he buries his face in. His cock is in his hand, stroking while listening to your lewd sounds that makes him practically grind against the bed. You shift your hips onto his face, gripping the sheets and crying out his name. He knows how fast you can come from his mouth, so he stops, wanting your pleasure to prolong. Catching your breath, you sit up, fingers wrapping around his length, ready to suck him off until he clutches your hair and stops you, pulling your head back so you're staring straight into those killer ocean blue irises.

    "No, no, no. Just wanna be inside you, sweetheart," he sighs, blood rushing through his cock uncomfortably, desperate to stuff you full right now. You're not stunned by his roughness, Gojo pushing you down and flipping you over so you're on your stomach, raising your ass high, fisting his cock and rubbing the heated tip over your clit to collect what you give him. His favorite gift of all. "Tonight's about you. Be a good girl and just lay there."

   Mind fuzzy, you're barely aware of the fact that the curtains to your bedroom are pulled open. That same window that faced Getou’s is open for display for him to see, and for you too into his. It doesn't register with you to say anything to Gojo, because the instant he shoves his cock into you, crossing your arms behind your back and fucking you hard into the mattress, that's when your mind goes blank, and Getou appears. He's walking around his room, shirtless, only wearing black sweats as he drank a glass of red wine while reading a novel, making his way over to the couch he had a few feet from his bed that faces his window—and yours.

    "Gojo," your voice is strained, whining the deeper he drives into you, hitting against that spot that inevitably had your eyes crossing. In a way, you were trying to warn him of the lack of privacy, when really you were worried about Getou seeing you in this state, or being able to see him in fear of him being the cause of your orgasm. You choke on your own saliva, drooling onto the silver silk sheets that made your skin hot while listening to your husband moan behind you, hips clapping harshly against your ass. "Ooh, shit. Gojo."

    "Yea, baby. Give it all to me," your thighs tremble as you feel his lips kiss up your spine, pussy clamping around him tighter, your juices pouring down your inner thighs and stomach, Gojo grounding his cock to make you feel every ridge of him, spanking you like you love, whispering to you, letting you know how good you make him feel. How your pussy belonged to him. How pretty you looked taking his dick right now. Wanting you to cum as much as you want, all night, because he's not stopping.

   And Getou witnessed it all. To say he's surprised to see you getting fucked by your husband would be bullshit. You two looked like you had a lot of sex. Plus, he's seen this image before, last week in your kitchen where Gojo had your legs locked around his neck as you rode his face and clawed at his hair. How badly he wished to hear those pretty whimpers fall from your soft lips. Seeing your face contort in pleasure, legs shaking and back arching as your pretty pussy drenched the countertop you sat on, sitting in your own filth. He never wanted to be a countertop so bad. Watching the two of you now was an even better sight, dick jumping in his sweats as he took a seat at his couch, drinking in every face you make.

   Did you want him to see you? Or did you really forget to close your curtain before you left the house all dolled up? Getou tilts his head to the side, book tossed aside as he spreads his legs while his arm is thrown around the back of the couch, strands of hair tucked behind his ear. That cute matcha green corset he saw you wear earlier still clung to your smooth skin, making you sparkle like a fairy. Your eye makeup matched, by now smearing along with the mascara trickling down your face as you cried the harder you got fucked. There's no more self-control within him. He's been holding back ever since that day, calling up that random girl that somewhat resembled you just to release frustration. He's aware of you catching him that day, smirking when you hid behind your curtains after your husband came home.

   You want him. He wants you, so fucking bad it aches. Seeing you so fucked out, helpless as Gojo clutches your neck and chokes you, studying his lip movements to figure out what he was saying to you that had your pussy fluttering, nails scratching at the fabric beneath you after he let your arms go, body completely flat on the bed, his weight entirely on you as he laid his chest on your back, stuffing his fingers in your mouth while he repeatedly whispered 'take it, baby. take it. take it.'

   Opening your eyes, you blink them to try and clear your visions path, lucidly gazing at Getou who now has his hand around his cock, clit throbbing as you see the trail of spit falling from his mouth straight onto his dick, hand collecting it and dragging it along, licking his lips. His eyes are dark, burning into you, learning you, craving you. The ball in his throat jumps as he throws his head back momentarily, needing to maintain his fixation on you in order to bring himself on edge. Your teeth digs into your lips, Getou mouthing words that you can somehow hear perfectly clear, feeling him by your face as he says, 'can't wait to fuck you, pretty girl.'

    "Fuck, G—”

    "Getou?" Gojo finishes, your heart thumping in your chest. Fuck. He noticed. It's hard not to when your window is an open show for anyone walking down the street. His platinum silver hair dangles over your eyes as he chuckles at you, shaking his head. He caught on a minute ago, already seeing you stare too long at something that wasn't him. "You little slut. You like being fucked like a dirty—little—whore while a stranger watches you?"

   You're not sure if he's angry about it or just teasing you. When he grabs your face and pulls you up to sit on your knees along with him, he turns your bodies so you're in the direction of Getou, the three of you all making contact. Getou never stops, groaning low in his throat as he worked his hand faster, thumb slicking over the tip every now and then as Gojo laughs by your ear, untying your bustier to let him see more of you. You squeal as Gojo slaps your tits, once, twice. Fondling the supple skin in his hand.

    "Knew you wanted to fuck him all this time," he hums, gathering your hair and clenching it in his fist to bring your head back to rest on his shoulder. "Give him a good show, princess. Show me how you'd fuck him if he were in here right now."

    "I love you," you whimper, feeling the tears well even more. It sounds like an apology when it comes out. Gojo clicks his tongue.

    "And I love you," he gives your lips a chaste kiss. "Don't be ashamed of what arouses you. Just remember, at the end of the day, this is my fucking pussy. Understand?"

    "Mhm-hmm," you nod frantically, sighing with relief, Gojo keeping his hand around your throat while you hook your arm behind his neck, your free hand at his thigh as you clap your ass back onto him, signaling to Getou exactly what you wanted to do to him, Gojo syncing groans with you, hissing between your neck and letting you do as you pleased. "Your fuckin' pussy."

    "My fuckin' pussy," Gojo repeats within a grunt, moving his hips quicker with yours. "Want me to share it with Getou? Would you like that, baby? Be used like a slut by the both of us?"

   More than anything. "Yes, please baby. Wanna get fucked by him too," you pout, batting your lashes innocently, mouth dropping and gasping as he clenched his jaw and reached between your legs to rub at your clit, pounding his cock into you, forgetting your lead in this. A glint in Gojo’s eyes let's you know that he's skeptical about it. He's not the sharing type, but if his babygirl wanted something, especially for her birthday, he'd allow it.

Gojo makes contact with Getou again, the man half spent as he neared his orgasm, this glorious sight of you fucking with his head. Gojo understands, course he fucking does. You'd make any man worship you. Body of a goddess, gorgeous smile, well mannered—outside of bed. The wettest, tightest pussy ever. That's why he was first in line. That's why you wear that ring on your finger to this day as a reminder that you're carrying his scent, his name, his loyalties. You're his. You're a handful, and your pleasures are surely his most important task to take care of. So, if you wanted to be handled by another man tonight, while still wearing his ring, you could. Your wants and needs are his desires.

"After you cum for me first," Gojo gnaws at your neck, giving you only a few more rough, shallow thrusts before you scream his name and fall forward, cumming and shaking as Gojo holds you tight, kissing you and telling him you did such a good job.

Not even three minutes pass before the doorbell rings, your heart stopping as you whip your head up to look at the window, Getou long gone. Gojo hums deep in his throat, spanking your ass and sliding out of you, still fully erect, finding some nearby sweatpants and slipping into them, never turning back to give you a look. You curl into your own body, scared of what was going to play out, but all at once excited.

Gojo pulls open the door to see the dark-haired man before him, leaning forward with his arm raised high, hand still on the door as Getou ups his chin.

"She's upstairs. I'm sure you knew that."

Twisted Chemistry 9

Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

Genre: fluff, smut, little angst

Word count: 9k

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), fingering

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The place is filled with models and people laughing in rich. I follow Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Yeosang closely, once again, feeling out of place. Seonghwa glancing back every ten seconds to check that I am still there behind him. He definitely felt a bit guilty. Which as my boss he shouldn’t but as my boyfriend he can’t help but feel like it.

“Seonghwa!! It’s finally nice to meet you.” An expensive looking man walks up to the three other men with a huge smile on his face. He leans in to kiss each men on both their cheeks before leaning away.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too. How’s the wife?”

“Probably with a glass of wine in her hand.” I raise my eyebrows as they all laugh and I look down at my watch. “Yes, honey it’s 9:00am but it’s never too early to drink wine.” He laughs even more and I smile shyly. None of what they were saying was remotely funny. Why were they laughing so much?

They start to walk around together, talking both social life and business as I follow them closely, noting down everything Seonghwa tells me to, adding my own notes to it. We stop at a model’s mirror and while they start to talk, a voice calls out to Hongjoong, Yeosang and..

“Seonghwa!!” I turn around to the female voice.

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can i req fem!sub / if you want gender neutral is ok, about being brat on the bed? and (seperate) kaeya, diluc ,xiao &childe respond on it?

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons 

Includes: Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe

[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader

Contains: Bratty sub, riding, dacryphilia, humiliation, rough sex, switching, coming untouched, dirty talk, degradation, choking, slut shaming, stomach bulge, masocism, minor blood, drooling + dumfication. 

— ☆ Wrecking headcanons - Childe 🐏 [ Female ]

[ masterlist ]

Apologies for the long delay. It’s been busy. 

I’ve updated my rules to limit requests to two or fewer characters as to not overwhelm myself. But since this request was before the change, I will write all four. For future requesters, please stick to two characters. 

— ☆ Kaeya

As soon as you talk back to him, he gives you most amused but pitiful look you’ve ever seen. He takes a moment to chuckle under his breath before he’s hoisting you up onto his lap, leaning his cheek on his hand, and gestures for you to continue. 

You must think you’re so cute right now. Suddenly thinking that you’re in charge? Alright, if you want to be on top then go. He won’t do anything. Let’s see how long it’ll take for you to start whining. 

He loves the flustered look you get when he suddenly gives into your demands. The brave face you try and put on as you slowly ease onto his thick cock and the frustrated whimpers you try and hide. 

It’s only when you start apologizing that he disapprovingly sighs as he grips your hips, so hard that bruises will appear the next day, and slams you down on his cock. 

“Talking back to me when you can’t even fuck yourself on my cock properly. What am I going to do with you?” he grunts out as your walls tighten around him and you scrabble to hold onto him, “You’re going to take every drop of my cum until your hole is stuffed got it? Aren’t I kind? Go on, thank me.” 

“T-Thank..mm! Yo-You -ahh! More, ah! ” you stammer out as you claw at Kaeya’s back as he forcefully lifts you and drops you on his cock. The heavy drag of his dick against your sensitive spots is maddening that muddle your head. Every time Kaeya thrusts in you feel the breath get punched out of your lungs, the skin of your abdomen stretch and burn as you try and make room for his cock. You don’t realize that you’re crying out to him as you sob into his shoulder. 

“Look at you, does that hurt? Too bad. Maybe if you didn’t act like such  a brat I would be a lot nicer,” he laughs as he viciously grabs your hair and lifts your tear stained face up “Maybe I should take a picture so I can show everyone in Mondstadt what a slut you are?”

He drops your face harshly as he grips your wrists and pulls your hands behind you before he flips you both over so he’s on top of you. Your arms are at an awkward angle that strain them but when he suddenly starts pounding into you with the new leverage, whatever complaints you have are quickly replaced with moans. You mewl at the idea, your friends and family seeing how much of a wreck Kaeya can make you. It makes you burn in humiliation at the idea and you know that Kaeya would do it in a heartbeat. It’s that thought that has you cumming as Kaeya curses and buries himself as deep as he can go, painting your insides with his cum. While you’re catching your breath, Kaeya swipes at the cum that leaked out of your hole as he brings his cum stained fingers to your mouth.

“Open up,” he says, his voice sweet even as he pry’s your mouth open for you. You, naturally, bite his fingers but also lick him clean. It makes his star pupils dilate as he takes in the image before shoving his fingers into the back of your throat so you choke, “You’re so cute. It seems I have a lot to teach you about manners brat.”

— ☆ Diluc

Diluc has to deal with too many problematic issues given to him by incompetent people. It’s weeks like these when his patience runs extremely thin, even when he tries to suppress his temper. 

Naturally, these are your favourite weeks to irk the man. To see just how much you can get away with and how far you can push his limits. From walking around with barely any clothes to flirting with the Knights that attend Angel Share.

Diluc is used to your...mannerisms. That is until Kaeya appears and he’s already glaring at you before you can make a move. Don’t you dare even try it unless you don’t want to walk the next day. 

It takes one touch on your waist from Kaeya for Diluc to snap. He’s closing the bar early and even the drunkards can tell Diluc is pissed. Kaeya blows you a kiss and a wave over the shoulder to Diluc as he locks the door behind him. 

Diluc manhandles you to the bar counter until you’re bent over with your wrists pinned behind your back. You can feel the anger radiate off Diluc as you peer over your shoulder at him. While he has a calm face, his eyes are feral as he adjusts his glove. That’s the only warning you get before he slips his hand to the front of your neck and squeezes with a vice grip. 

“D-Dil-” you cough out before you’re cut with a yelp by Diluc forcefully shoving your pants down as he shoves his fingers in, gloves still on, and stretch's your hole out. 

“Pathetic, you’re already this wet and I haven’t even done anything. Are you going to make a mess over my floors? You know what’ll happen if you do,” Diluc sneers as he arches your back and brings your face next to his, “Do you like being choked? Is that it? You filthy whore getting off on being used like this.”

“Hah..haha...Ka-Kaeya is nn-- oh is rough-er!” you manage to wheeze out as you stick your tongue out at Diluc. He still wears that same neutral expression but you can see something dark swirl in his eyes. He mumbles out, is that so? Before he slams you back down onto the counter top. You’re a bit dazed from the impact that you don’t hear the rustle of clothes, a belt unbuckling, before you’re being rammed into by Diluc’s cock. Your hands are scrabbling onto the countertop for some type of purchase as Diluc wastes no time and abuses your sensitive walls. 

“You’re. Mine.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust into you, “No one can fuck you like I can. Not those useless knights. Not Kaeya. Not anyone. Got it?”

You’re dumb on the pleasure of his cock rearranging your insides that you don’t respond that Diluc clicks his tongue, bends down, and sinks his teeth into your neck. An area he knows you can’t hide with your clothes and it’s too hot to be wearing a scarf without making it obvious to what’s happening now. The burst of pain is enough to send you over the edge and orgasm on his cock. Diluc curses under his breath at your walls tightening around him as he cum inside you as he catches his breath. 

“Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Y-Yes sir...you’re the only one. Only you. Always you...” 

Your words manage to sooth him a little bit but it irks him that you’re drooling all over his countertop that he just cleaned. It’s fine, he thinks, he can make you lick it up later. 

— ☆ Xiao

He's a puppy that wants to impress you, but everyone has a breaking point. The constant taunting of how, despite being a powerful adepti, he can’t even pleasure a mortal in bed sends something feral inside him ablaze. 

He doesn’t want to hurt you so he focuses his efforts into fucking you so good that you end up babbling praises instead. It makes him feel so warm inside when he sees your normally smug face turn dumb as you tell him he’s doing so well. 

It’s the only time you can ask Xiao to be more rough with you without him worrying about breaking you. It’s so cute to you that he tries so hard that you can’t help but tease him a bit. 

“Good boy Xiao. You’re doing so well,” you whisper against Xiao’s lips as you softy kiss him. You’re finally seated on his cock with his fingers are digging into your sides, strong enough to leave marks. It took a bit of coaxing from you to get Xiao to release the death grip he had on the sheets and to move his hands to your waist. If you didn’t see hand prints or bruises the next day, you were going to make this man cry. You slowly rock back and forth as you softly moan at the feeling of his cock inside you as you make small bounces. 

“Don’t you feel good?” you ask as you take one of his hands off your waist and lead his fingers to your hole where you’re both connected. Lacing your fingers together as you force him to jerk off the small length of his cock that appears every bonce you make, “Come on. Go faster. Show me what an adeptus can do.”

“A-Are you sure?” Xiao stammers out as he looks up at you worried. His grip on your body slackens considerably as you sigh before cupping his cheeks. 

“Xiao. Are you saying you can’t? Is it too much for someone of the adepti? What a let down you are, if you can’t do it then I’ll go find someone that cAN-!” you choke on your words as Xiao suddenly slams you on your back and drives his cock to the hilt. This time he’s taking your hand in his as he places your linked hands onto your stomach so you can feel his cock wrecking your insides through your stomach. 

“W-Wait! Xiao! Ah-!”

He pulls out harshly only to slam back in desperately as he rutts against you. His cock is practically gushing pre-come as he slowly loses his sense of rhythm. A deep feral part inside him relishes in the fact that it’s his cock that makes you like this. Pupils blown wide, head thrown back, tongue lolling out. As much as it makes your entire body tremble at the onslaught of pleasure, you can’t help but let a small delirious smile appear on your face. You reach out and cling onto him, digging your nails in so deep that he bleeds, and tell him to fuck you stupid. That he’s doing such a good job and to not stop. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you” he chants as he grinds his cock into you as he cums inside and fills you with his cum. The rush of warmth has you orgasming with him. Your linked hands still on your stomach where his cum paints your walls. 

— ☆ Childe

He really likes switching half way during your fucking. As soon as you’ve had your fill being on top, he’s switching the roles. He might have been crying and begging you to let him cum a few seconds ago but now it’s his time to payback. 

Due to the abrupt switch, you’re still high on your ride and refuse to let his child take control. He loves how feral you both get in your attempts to dominate the other. 

When he finally manages to pin you down, the blood of the scratches and bite marks are still stinging but the pain get’s him rock hard. It’s like any other fight and the feeling of victory gives him a rush. 

He wastes no time in pounding into you, watching you scream as you curse him out as him laughing, leaning over to kiss you as he proceeds to rail you.  

He knows as soon as he kisses you, you’re biting his lips raw. The taste of blood makes him smirk against your own mouth and he feels your exasperated sigh at his kinks. It’s a small moment of respite as you both make out without trying to claw each other’s eyes out. When you finally separate for air, there’s a red line of saliva linking your mouths together that breaks when Childe sits up and wipes his mouth. 

“A bit eager are we?” he taunts as his fingers run over your skin, covered in his hand prints as marks, before settling on your hip. He doesn’t need to look to know his body isn’t any different. He better hope that he doesn’t need to change his shirt in front of the anyone or else they’ll suspect he went and fought a bear again. A cruel laugh escapes you as you reach up and drag him back down to your level as you whisper in his ear.

“It’s a pity fuck Tartaglia.” 

There’s a pause as Childe registers what you said before a switch flips off in his head. He lets out a low growl as he flips you onto your stomach and rams his cock into you. He relishes in the wail you let out as he grips your neck to pin your head onto the bed as he rails you into the mattress. You’re so tight around him that he has to forcefully drag his cock out just to thrust back in. He doesn’t understand how you can stay so tight even after all the rounds you both had previously. 

“You, ngh--ah! b...hah...bastard!” you gasp out and you claw at the sheets as his cock fucks you so well. He slams in so deep that has you spasming with each and every thrust. 

“Behave now,” he hisses out as he bites down on the back of neck as he muffles his moans as he cums inside you. Feeling him spill inside you sends a shudder of pleasure through your body that has your withering on his cock as you cum alongside him. When you’ve both caught your breath is when you elbow him in the stomach and knock him backwards so you’re back on top. He can tell you’re pissed and he’s never felt more excited. 

anyways i really need someone to casually rub my p*ssy absentmindedly while theyre busy doing something else. im laying beside them moaning out for more as they gently stroke me, hardly even paying me any attention. i get super overstimulated and want to cum so bad but i need more to be able to. i keep begging for release and all of a sudden they pin me down and shove theyre fingers inside of me and force me to cum, saying “this is what you wanted right, angel?”

literally my only thoughts are this turning into a poly relationship between the three...whew. amazing author!

hook, line and sinker: two

hls m.list // one « two » three.

waking up in the middle of the night, horny beyond your imagination, you try to get yourself off quietly while warming hongjoong’s cock. you end up receiving a little ‘help’ from seonghwa. in hindsight, you help yourself to him.

↳ word count : 11,728

↳ warnings/tags : NSFW | reader has female anatomy but they/them pronouns, established hongjoong x reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, dom!seonghwa, begging, cockwarming, cum kink, crying, degradation, dirty talk, dumbification, masturbation, name-calling, oral fixation, praising, mentioned sir kink, hints of somnophilia (but they’re all awake during the act), unprotected sex, HE CUMS INSIDE, aftercare.

↳ additional tags : PWP, reader is a dumb & horny sub (as always), hongjoong is also horny (but dom), seonghwa is the sweetest man to ever walk this earth, but sometimes mean >:), wooyoung is a little bitch, “if you’re expecting brat reader you came to the wrong place <3”, this is quite tame compared to the mess that was 'hls: one’ but very intense (i like to think…), so tread with caution and be careful!

↳ notes : this one is for all the ✨loyal atinys✨ out there!—loyal to being whores for more than one of them. :D things don’t get too plotty yet, so this can be read separately from the series but it’d be cool if y'all checked out the previous parts too. :) i hope this is enjoyable!

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i didnt think id get here but i think i need to make a masterlist lol