Twisted Chemistry 8

“ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ sʟᴜᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?“

now playing: no budget, by kid ink

now reading: in charge, featuring diluc

description: after getting frustrated with your antics, diluc finally teaches you who's really in charge

contents: nsfw. rough sex. spanking. degrading. cervix fucking. unprotected sex. blowjob. afab reader. gagging. slight mention of exhibitionism. manhandling. overstimulation. cumming inside.

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it was not often that diluc got angry. despite his vision, hotheaded is the last thing he is.

he's calm. rational. precise.

so why is it that you have to make him mad? why do you go out of your way to tease him? why do you insist on making him lose his temper?

why do you flirt with kaeya at the bar? trailing a finger down his arm, giggling at his horrid jokes, leaning in close to whisper something in his ear.

why do you only wear a thin, oversized t-shirt around the manner? one that allows your nipples to peak through, and rides up to show your bare cunt to anyone that passes by when you bend over.

why do you insist on sucking him off under the desk of his office when he needs to finish his paperworks?

a husky, shaky groan reverberated around the walls of diluc's office. momentarily, he wondered if anyone outside heard him, but those thoughts were drowned out as you ran your tounge over the tip of his cock again, eliciting yet another grunt.

you smiled as you allowed him into your mouth once more, bobbing your head up and down as your tounge worked alongside his veins.

diluc's grip in your hair tightened, his hips started to thrust up on their accord. telltale signs he was about to cum.

"y-you... you're a fucking slut. you know that?"

you pulled away from his cock to reply, bringing your hand up to stroke him as a replacement.

"i know. but i'm your slut, aren't i?"

another shuttered moan as your plush lips swallowed around him again.

he wish he could control himself around you. but you always seem to find a way to tempt him. to somehow make him do things he'd thought he never would.

diluc's hair was messy. his face red and eyes blown black. sweat dribbled down his forehead. he needed to cum inside you, not just in your mouth.

"get up here. now."

diluc removed his hands from your hair to allow to you to stand. a sly smirk still on your disgustingly pretty face. a smirk he wanted to wipe off.

you always thought you were in charge. that you could do whatever you pleased. not today.

"turn around. bend over the desk."

"oh? feeling bossy today, hm?"

archons. your voice was so condescending. dripping with arrogance and snottiness. he could feel the blood bubbling in his veins.

why couldn't you ever just obey him?

you decided to ignore his command, instead opting to crawl onto his lip and nip at his neck.

not a minute later you felt rough hands at your waist. hoisting you into the air before slamming you down onto the desk you were just under.

a whimper of shock and pain slipped through your lips.

diluc was the only thing you could see or feel. his arms caged on either side of you and his face only centimeters above yours. his warmth leaked through his clothes, and you weren't sure if it was from arousal or anger, or if he was just always this temperature and you hadn't noticed before.

"you're such a fucking brat."

had he ever spoken to you with so much disdain in his voice before?

you didn't have time to process much before you found yourself flipped over. a squeak left you as your skirt was flipped up. exposing your bare cunt to diluc and the air.

"of course you're not wearing anything under. what more should i expect from a whore like you?"

a sudden sting of pain. a loud squeal from your lips. a red handprint on your ass.

you would be lying if you said you weren't turned on. diluc had always seen so soft to you. so gentle and caring and letting. you really like this side of him, you think.

with every hit your chest rubbed against the smooth wood table and your ass stung, making you sigh and mewl at the stimulation your tits and cunt were getting. your hands coming up to grip at the edge of the table.

with every hit your pussy drooled a bit more, allowing diluc to see just how much pleasure you derived from what was supposed to be a punishment.

"w-why you stop?"

your question was quickly answered when diluc slid himself inside you.

he was big. you both knew that. that's why he always allowed you time to get used to his size. but not this time.

this time he wanted to break you. to have you sobbing his name begging him to stop.

tears prickled your eyes. the stretch stung but he allowed you no reprieve. already fucking you as hard as he could. you could feel the tip hit your cervix everytime he slid in. his hips smacking into yours audibly with every thrust.

you felt so full. you could feel him in your guts. you could feel him dragging against every inch of you. your slick walls allowing him to easily slip in and out.

moans and non-sense jumbles poured nonstop out of you.

"ohmyfuck, diluc ah~!"

"ar-archons above!"

"hah, ah, hrng!"

"we just started and i've already fucked you dumb? how pathetic. moan louder why don't you? maybe the whole bar will come to check up on you. that's what you would like, right? fucking slut."

you had barely half a mind to register his words but they still slightly stung before they were drowned out but the pleasure again. diluc's hips now angled to directly hit your soft spot each time.

the knot in your stomach snaps. sending a spurt of your juices out to soak diluc's abdomen. making your toes curl and eyebrows furrow. making you howl and mewl even louder.

"gods, you never shut the fuck up, do you?"

one of diluc's hand left their place on your waist to reach up to your face. his fingers shoving themselves inside your mouth. placing themselves on your tounge and pushing back until you gagged on them. effectively muffling your moans but making drool pool from your mouth.

his grip on your hip was still bruising, pace still brutal and making you so, so overstimulated.

"diiphlic! shlo dow!" your voice came out smothered but he still understood what you meant to say, not that he cared at all what you wanted anymore.

as much of a brat that you were he was still addicted to your cunt. tight and wet and wrapped around him so perfectly. he could fuck this cunt for the rest of his life, he thinks.

your oversensitive pussy was clamping down on his at a constant rate. trying to push him out and stop his relentless abuse. but really it only made him want to use you more.

"just a stupid cocksleeve now, aren't ya?" he felt powerful. after all the times you teased or irritated him, he could finally get his payback.

your pussy was sore. your legs were getting numb and you weren't sure how much more you could take. but gods if you weren't enjoying every single second of it. the thought of being used as nothing more than a toy made your brain go haywire. but not as much as diluc's fat cock violating your cunt did.

you came again to the thought of what the scene must have looked like. you drooling on diluc's fingers and bent over the desk. hair a mess and skirt exposing you to anyone who would be foolish enough to open the door despite the vulgar noises floating into the air. diluc ramming into you like a madman, fucking you like he fucking loathes you.

diluc released into you with a shaky stutter. hips stilling as his hot cum seeped into your womb.

deep, heavy breathes rose into the air from both of you. bodies thoroughly exhausted from the rough fucking that had just occurred.

diluc pulled out and watched as your pussy released thick globs of cum out to pool on the floor.

you shifted and sat up from your position, sitting on his desk in front of him with a satisfied hum.

"lost your temper, huh?"

"shut the fuck up."

special tag: @bunbyy hope you enjoy babe<3

for @seoultraveller​

i always look forward to your asks!! you’re such a sweetheart <3 i will FIGHT ANYONE who’s mean to you :’D

tags: :) idk how to tag this lmao, coming untouched ••

San clears his throat, slightly angrily as he stares at you. You don’t notice, of course you don’t, because you’re busy talking to the rest of the boys. And you’re smiling, having fun as if you’re having the most interesting conversation in the world.

All San can remember, seeing your glittering eyes and hearing your occasional giggles, is how you’d looked under him the previous night.

Bright eyes, slightly glazed but so, so pretty and full of lust. The way you’d held out your hands to pull him closer, looking around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss while he’d shuddered against your lips.

The way you’d parted from him, mouth opening as you sighed, and you’d squirmed in his grasp.

He blinks, realising he’s stiffening in his underwear, and that’s not a nice thing to do while his friends are over and talking to his lover. His nice, innocent yet tantalising lover who has no idea of what they’re doing to him.

It’s not your fault either. San has always been quick to react to you, because you’re just that amazing to him. But thinking about you is a sure-fire way for him to get so turned on, and he really shouldn’t be having these thoughts in public.

But oh, the way you moan out his name, loud and unabashed on some nights, hushed and breathy on others. It strokes the fire inside of him to unimaginable heights, makes his knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists.

And because he’s so, so affected by you, he can feel himself beginning to leak precome, dampening his pants and making him feel so dirty.

He watches on, some minutes passing and as the images of you flash behind his eyelids, he knows it’s over. There he is, in the same room as his friends, having come in his pants like a horny teenager, without any stimulation.

What Happens in a Blackout… - Hongjoong x Reader (NSFW)

This is an Ateez fic.

Summary: Stuck in an elevator with Hongjoong, the person you hate the most, you aren’t ready for when things take an unexpected turn.

Genre and warnings: basically no plot. enemies to lovers. fem pronouns for reader. hate sex. unprotected sex. biting, choking, slapping, name calling. dirty talk.

Word count: 4,220.

Tag list: @thewonderofkpop - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @billboard-singer - @yunhofingers - @foggyinternetchaos - @passionloveindividualityempathy - @multistan-net

this fic is not meant to represent hongjoong in any way, shape or form.

Balancing the box on your knee, you fumble for the keys, slipping them into the lock and successfully closing the door. You are ready to get home. Helping your friend move is a duty thrust upon any in a close circle but that didn’t mean it was ever fun.

 You had offered to lock up so your friend didn’t have to drive back and finish up some loose ends. The apartment was painful for them due to their break-up, and you didn’t mind lingering to make sure the place was cleaned out. It took longer than you anticipated, however, and now it is past ten.

You walk down the hallway, holding the final box of items that your friend told you to toss in the dumpster; it appears to be mementos of the dead relationship. As you turn the corner, lost in your own thoughts, you see someone waiting for the elevator. Your heart drops, an eye roll instinctively occurring at the sight of the person you dislike the most – Hongjoong.

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bibliobibuli.

♥ [10.8k words ; 𝐬. + 𝐟. + (a smidge of) 𝐚. ; coffee shop!au ;  friends to lovers ; bookstore owner!mingi & cafe owner!reader - tooth-rottingly-fluffy featuring my shitty writing lmao] ♥ [warnings ~ explicit unprotected sex (wrap it up!!), very soft vanilla sex (he luvs her shush), occasional strong language] ♥ [i saw these pictures of mingi, and this one too + read a cute prompt somewhere online and BOOM, this fic was born lmao. it did take me a while cos it’s my first full length fic and i might edit it more. enjoy!! :DD] ♥ [tags >>> @aliceu​ ~ here lol boost my ego why don’t you 🤠]

Sighing dramatically, hand on one hip, you glare at the man behind the counter. He rocks in his absurdly large leather rocker, casually brings one finger to his lips, wets it and turns the page of his book.

“For the last fucking time, Song Mingi, why won’t you at least consider it?”

He ignores you, not even dignifying you with an answer. He raises a long finger to his lips in the elegant manner that Song Mingi tends to execute all his movements in, whetting it before turning the next page of A Room with a View, limited hardback edition.

“But it would be such a good business incentive!” You continue glaring. He continues reading calmly. “We both get more money! Don’t you want money?”

“What I want,” Mingi retorts, eyes meeting yours over the page, “is to finish the last couple chapters of this classic in peace.”

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thanxx // seonghwa facecam

the language of flowers : oh, the prettiest

AN ATEEZ COLLAB

theme : language of flowers

each flower has a meaning to it. and simply, make use of the beautiful meaning behind them and make a piece of art with it !

deets !

you can choose any member to work on. three slots for each, and I will keep updating them.

the deadline is February 2022 and the dropout deadline is December 2021

there's no need of a particular trope, choose what you like !

you must have discord! all updates will be made there !

minimum wc is 500 words.

nsfw is also allowed, but only if you are 18+

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