Ateez Reactions To Finding You Reading Smut About Them: Hyung Line

baby steps | b.c

synopsis: dating chan was great. he was patient with you, loved you endlessly, and din’t try to pressure you into anything you were uncomfortable with. he let you choose the pace you wanted to go with your physical side of your relationship, never getting frustrated with you no matter how heated your kissing got or how horny you had gotten him. but now, after many months into your relationship, you were starting to think you were ready to take things further with him: one baby step at a time.

step one: receiving

step two: giving

step three: mobile

step four: soft and sweet

step five: punishment

step six: longing

step seven: jealousy

final step: double the trouble

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badboy!san

a part of you wishes that you listened to wooyoung more carefully when he first warned you about his roommate. 

that you really sat down and considered what your best friend of six years was telling you, so warningly and cautiously, almost with a preconceived look of fear and sympathy in his eyes. 

like he knew, in just a matter of months, you’d be completely ruined and destroyed by the first boy you’d ever been with. 

“whatever you do, y/n, please, just stay away from choi san, okay?” wooyoung begged quietly, his tone the most serious and soft spoken you’d heard in your life from him.

“you have to promise me.”

but you heard the words and pushed them off carelessly, promised him with a roll of your eyes and a scoff that followed that of course, if he really wants, you’d stay away from choi san.

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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.

[ 03:07 PM ] | 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

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

.˚ ₍🗒₎ ꒰ © 𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 ꒱

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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Addicting Kitten Epilogue - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

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This is a thank you for hitting 500 followers. 💜✨ 

Summary: A summer trip with your boyfriend, Seonghwa, doesn’t go exactly how you planned.

Genre and warnings: goth sub!seonghwa with not so innocent reader anymore. (no longer baby, wants power). fem pronouns for reader. dirty talk. unprotected sex. use of a collar. if i missed anything, lemme know.

Word count: 8,672.

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this story is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

           “What about this one?” You hold a necklace up, watching the way it glitters underneath the bright sunlight.

           “Looks good, kitten.” Seonghwa says automatically.

           You lower the necklace, glancing over at your boyfriend. Against the backdrop of the beach and the vibrant stalls that line the shopping area, saying he sticks out is wording it mildly. Whereas everything around Seonghwa is a riot of colour, he is dressed entirely in red and black. His hair is dark red, tousled by the wind coming off the water and his makeup has been applied in his usual expert hand with dark eyeshadow and lipstick. The only acquiesce to the warmer weather is that his shirt doesn’t have long sleeves, meaning that you have enjoyed taking glances at his toned arms all day, and a pair of black flip flops instead of combat boots are on his feet. But the usual pair of dark ripped jeans are on. Seonghwa seems torn between wanting to dress his usual way and having to admit the weather simply won’t permit it.

           There is one subtle change in his attire today, however, and it’s that the choker he typically wears has now been replaced by white lace. It matches your own outfit, a simple white beach dress with pink flip flops. Seonghwa had been doing that often as of late – changing his choker to tie together with whatever you are wearing. He never spoke about it, always deciding on what choker to wear after he saw your finished outfit.

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October 29th — Formal Wear — @sebbyzoldyck’s kinktober

Pairing: nanami x f!reader

Summary: you picked your best outfit for the event of the year in Gojo’s residence, and so did Nanami, looking so irresistible you let him fuck his jealously into you.

Warnings: explicit smut, MDNI, jealous!nanami, reader's hands are tied at some point, tiny bit of degradation kink, the word slut is used, oral (m. receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, stablished relationship.

wc: 2.8k

a/n: shout out to my love @thekillingtimethekillingmoon for helping me out with this one ily <3

Tonight was special.

Ever since you became a level one sorcerer it was like a whole new world opened its doors for you.

The event people couldn’t stop talking about was the Gojo Clan yearly party.

Being one of the top three most influential clans in the jujutsu world, the Gojo clan held a yearly party to update the other clans about what was done in the previous year, the expenses and new level one and especial level sorcerers.

As someone that was about to be presented to the most important people in that organization you were excited for the event, booking hairdressers, nail stylist and an entire day to find the perfect dress in advance.

“You are worrying too much about it, this party is just a formality to suck the elders ass” Nanami said from his place in the bed, you woke up early not being able to contain your excitement while Nanami was forcibly awaken by you walking across the bedroom to check your outfit, shoes and accessories.

“This is important to me, I've never gone to a gala party” you held your dress in front of the mirror for the nth time that week.

“Love, it’s not a gala party, love, is Satoru in a suit and Yaga holding him back from murdering everyone else while champagne is being served” Nanami sat up in the bed stretching his arms above his head, shirtless with only a sweatpants on.

“That makes me feel so much better” you replied sarcastically, “By the way, what will you be wearing?”

“This of course”

You turned ready to scold him, meeting his playful smile while he got rid of his pants to dress for the day since he had to do some paperwork today.

“You're going to be a nice distraction to Gojo then” you laughed getting his sweatpants thrown at you.

“Don’t even joke about that”.

Nanami finished getting dressed with his usual work suit, you left your clothes dressed in a robe while making breakfast for him.

“I don’t know how long the paperwork will take. I might have to assist Yuuji on something, probably arriving late to the party, so don’t wait for me” he kissed your head before leaving.

For a second you were upset he wasn't going to be there before you entered, after all no one knew you two were dating, so you were looking forward to arriving in a fancy dress with your fancy secret boyfriend looking at you while you two pretending to be just good friends.

Apparently your Cinderella moment would have to wait.

As the night came, you were already dressed up, hair, nails and everything done for the event.

The party was being held in one of Gojo’s mansions instead of the Gojo state you've been at before. Satoru called your name, throwing an arm around your shoulders as soon as you entered the large well decorated room.

“Looking as good as usual” he was surprisingly well dressed too. From what Nanami had told you about Gojo's despise for that event you were expecting him to be wearing jeans and a shirt.

“A tuxedo? Wow, Satoru, you exceeded my expectations” you joked.

“Only because you were coming” he pinched your bare arm, “By the way, have you seen Nanami?”

“Hm he said something about having to work with Yuuji I guess” you shook your head.

“Too bad, more you for me then” you punched his arm lightly. You always suspected those six eyes knew more than what you told him, but if he did he never said anything.

Satoru apparently was on his best behavior that night, dragging you around with him and avoiding the elders, like you were his excuse to not be alone, one hand always on your lower back or finger tips tracing your bare shoulders. As expected you were introduced as one of the new level one sorcerers to the heads of the main clans and other donors to Jujutsu Tech, some were not very pleased by you.

“Don’t worry your pretty head, they are just mad you are not available to be their third or forth wife” he whispered in your ear making you giggle.

“Gojo-san” a deep voice called after clearing his throat, you turned facing Nanami standing right behind the two of you, immediately removing Gojo’s arm off your shoulders.

“Kento, you cam--” you stopped talking once you grasped his outfit.

So far in your relationship you have only seen Kento in his usual work beige suit, casual clothes and sportswear. You thought the last one was the sexiest.

Yet now you find yourself mouth agape at how good he looked tonight, unlike Gojo and the rest of the guests, Nanami was wearing a white dress shirt -- so shiny it looked like silk --, a dark three piece suit that accentuated his thin waist and broad shoulders, leather gloves and a purple and black tie that matched your dress so well you wondered if he picked that with this exact purpose.

“Nanamin~” Gojo sang, now throwing his arm around Nanami’s shoulders.

“Do you mind if I steal y/n? We have to discuss some business” by the look Kento gave you, you knew you were in trouble.

“Oh business? Do you mind if I join the discussion?”

“Yes” both you and Nanami replied.

“Sorry, Satoru, it’s not your business” Nanami slapped a hand on Gojo’s back harder than it had to be, “Come” he got rid of Satoru’s arm, lacing a leathered hand around your wrist, dragging you away from the main room.

“Now I have to find another company… Oi Utahime!” you hear Gojo murmuring then running to find his next excuse.

Your boyfriend led you upstairs till you entered a large bedroom with a king size bed in the middle.

“Kento, you look stunning” you approached him placing your hands on his chest to feel the smooth fabric, finally being able to be alone with him.

“Is that so?” he took both your wrists, removing your hands from him, “Cause it seemed you were more fond of Satoru’s tuxedo”.

You pouted once he held your wrists with more strength than necessary.

“You are one million times more handsome than Satoru, Kento” you looked up, finding his eyes free from the usual glasses, the soft lightning from the room shining upon his sharp jawline and cheekbones.

Kento was indeed very flattered by how your eyes were shining with adoration, he wanted to look good for you tonight even though he arrived late. Helping Yuuji was the excuse he found to pick up the tailored suit he ordered to surprise you, since he got a message saying it was not going to be ready until one hour before the event.

However, seeing the host so close to you, whispering things in your ear and making you giggle, lit up a fire on Kento’s chest.

You started to kiss his jawline, his hold on your wrist softening and running up your arms, the purple dress hugging your curves so marvellously, why did you allow Satoru to touch you like that? His girlfriend.

While you were lightly sucking Kento’s neck, trying to pull his tie out of his vest, he was zipping down your sleeveless dress till it was pooling around your feet, leaving you bare except for your panties in the middle of this unfamiliar room.

“No bra? Dirty girl” his leather gloves brushed the soft skin of your hips, you pushed his jacket off his shoulders helping him shrug it off and not being able to hold yourself from kissing him once you saw how well the vest hugged his torso.

In the middle of kissing and sucking each other's lips you didn’t realize he was leading your arms to your back until you felt a silk fabric being tied around your wrists, only then noticing he took off the tie at some point.

“Wait, Kento, I still have to—” you tried to argue back only to have Kento grabbing your face with one hand gazing a leathered thumb across your lips smudging your lipstick.

“Shut it, you’ve done enough” your eyes widened not expecting his rough come back, “On your knees sweet thing” he pressed a hand on your bare shoulder forcing you to get down while he sat on the bed, his crotch being on your eye level.

The sight of you being completely submissive to him was enough to make him hard as a rock.

You rested your face on his inner thigh looking up at him, a sight you never got sick of, his sharp jawline being even more evident from above, his eyes dark with lust, all that plus his dress shirt with the top buttons open and the angle making his shoulders seem even large was a heavenly sight.

“Look at you, haven’t even had any dick yet and it’s already looking like a cock drunk slut” he started to undo his belt as you took notice of the obvious outline of his cock over the gray trousers.

Nanami pulled his underwear and pants down just enough to set his dick free.

No matter how many times you have seen it, Kento’s dick always amazes you.

From day one you always found Nanami Kento handsome, a sight for sore eyes, but his dick was even more pretty, the kind of dick people would pay a huge amount of money to see on adult websites.

Your mouth watered seeing the precum on the tip starting to run down his perfect length.

“Open your mouth, sweetie” his gloved thumb pulled your bottom lip down making you part your lips and guiding his tip to your rolled out tongue.

You started to suck his tip moving down his length little by little, Kento threw his head back placing his hands behind him on the mattress to support his torso. Nanami daydreamed about the way you sucked him off, mainly when he was away on missions and his mind drove back to moments like this.

“Fuck, that mouth of yours will the death of me” he guided your head further down his cock till your nose touched the fabric of his vest.

You felt him deep down your throat, your hands being useless behind your back, your movements were guided purely by Kento.

“I wish Gojo could see what a little slut you are for me” you started to tear up, the lack of control making you more sensitive to his touches.

You tried to squeeze your thighs to get some friction where you needed the most, the slightest pressure making you moan, the vibration going straight to Nanami’s cock, enough stimulation to make his grip in your hair tight as he shot his seed into your throat holding you still to make sure you swallowed it all.

“Good fucking girl” he pulls you back watching the saliva and cum dripping down your chin.

“Kento~ let me touch you please” you begged, wrists wiggling trying to loose the tie as you watched him roll up his sleeves, exposing the veiny forearms you loved to see.

“Is that what you want?” he took you by your jaw forcing you to stand up on your heels and sit on his lap, “Too bad,” he ran his hands up your thighs till it reached your ass cheeks, squeezing them on his big leathery hands, “I don’t want your Satoru dirty hands on me”.

“Kento, please, I swear I didn’t touch him. I only have hands for you, my love” you kissed his cheek.

“Aren’t you adorable?” you gasped when you felt his hand cupping your intimacy.

His thumb pushing your underwear aside and letting a finger run from your entrance till your clit.

“Kento~” you purred relieved to finally feel something, you rested your head on his shoulder losing yourself to the feeling of rough leather against your folds as he rubbed all the way from your clit circling your hole but never getting in.

Something caught your eye at some point: a black fabric on top of the nightstand. Looked a lot like the fabric you saw everyday around Satoru’s eyes. It couldn’t be his, right? Although tonight he was using his sunglasses instead…

Your eyes began to wander around the bedroom, only now noticing it didn’t look like a guest bedroom.

“Kento, is this Satoru’s bedro—“ your question was interrupted by a loud burning slap on your ass cheek.

“Don’t say his name” Kento murmured, jaw clenched, in your ear, “Got it?” another slap hit the same place making you hiss.

“S-Sorry” you cried, hips circling on the hand hovering your cunt.

Unexpectedly your hands were set free when Nanami undid the knot around your wrist, suddenly manhandling you to lay on your back on the bed as he stood up by the bed.

“Yes, that is his bedroom, where I plan to fuck you until you forget any other men exists” you bit your lip to contain a smile as he removed your underwear making it slid all the way down your legs and stored it on his pocket.

You never got to see this jealous side of your lover, and so far you were loving it.

“Look how soaked you are, sweetie” he held your knees apart watching the puffy lips of your cunt.

“All for you, my love” you laced your legs around his waist bringing his cock to your pussy.

Nanami hisses, feeling your wetness on the curve of his dick, rubbing it to get more of your juices on him. He bites one of his fingers pulling the glove off one after the other.

“Kento, please fuck me” you moan, your now free hands caressing his chest till you reached his collar bringing him down to kiss your lips, which he complied placing his forearms on the mattress above your head while you got busy with having your tongue caressing his, your back curving enough to press your chest into his.

Nanami pushes inside you with no warning, splitting you in half, making you moan so loud he needs to cover your mouth.

“As much as i want the whole place to hear you screaming for me, it’s better if you don’t, love. Can’t let those disgusting elders imagine how gorgeous you look taking my dick like this” two of his fingers force their way into your mouth pressing down your tongue, “It’s a sight only your future husband can get” he whispers in your ear. The implication of Kento wanting to marry you someday making your walls tight around him.

Nanami bringing your legs up till your heels were hanging off his broad shoulders, reaching a new deep spot inside you.

“Fuck, love” he groans from above you, lacing one of his hands with your as he fucked you into the mattress, hips moving on his own pace hitting that special place over and over, your walls so tight around him it was suffocating. You moan around his fingers, saliva running down your cheek along with tears from the mind blowing pleasure.

“So fucking tight” Kento rests his forehead on top of yours his hair falling and tickling your face, he removed his fingers from your mouth finding a way between your bodies to rub your puffy clit. You moan your lover’s name like a prayer as his shaft twitches inside you, his fingers deliciously circling your bud while he destroys your insides, “So. Fucking. Mine” each word he groans is punctuated with a harsh thrust of his hips.

You mumbled words to indicate you were coming, stars covered your vision as you climaxed, legs trembling on Kento’s shoulder and pussy milking him dry as he emptied his balls inside you, his pace did not slow as he fucked through both your orgasms, pushing his cum into you until he couldn’t anymore and ended up falling on top your body as he tried to regain his breath.

“You know I only have eyes for you, right Kento?” you murmured, eyes closed as you came down your high.

“I know, love, I don’t doubt that. Just hate seeing anyone else touching my precious girl” he kissed your chest, neck, jaw, finally meeting your lips.

“What a long talk, Nanamin, I got lonely” Gojo immediately attached himself in Kento’s arm, “Why you have your coat on?” he asked you.

“Kento is giving me a ride home, Satoru. Thank you for receiving us” you approached Gojo’s face giving him a peck on the cheek before turning your back to leave the mansion walking slowly in your still wobbly legs.

“In case this is not clear yet, Gojo-san” Nanami reached for his pocket untangling Satoru from his arm and placing a moist fabric, that was once between your legs, on Gojo’s hand, “Stay away from my business”.

a/n: not me posting the last kinktober fic almost one month after the scheduled date. thank you seb for this event! linking my kinktober writings bellow. let me know which one was your favorite <3

>> ANBU Hatake Kakashi, weapon play ; Inumaki Toge, somnophilia ; Eren Jaeger, stepcest ; Yagami Light, degradation ; Chōsō, nipple play ; Fushiguro Toji, predator/pray — kintober collab 2021

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Sneak peak for tonight's post :) let me know if you'd like to be tagged. Yeosang fic btw

You stopped your ramble with a gulp, your eyes still glued to the floor. "I'd say, go for it. What's there to lose?" Rubbing your knee softly now seeing you were flustered.

"There is stuff to lose though."

"I'm sure nothing important hun."

"3 years of friendship is totally not impo-"

You look up at him quickly with wide eyes, you immediately shook your hands and laughed awkwardly. "Oh god, that sounds like I'm describing us..Oh no its someone else don't worry. Whew," you looked any other way you could until you felt his hand travel up your leg.

"I told you you're not a good liar Y/N."

chili offering for more good luck on 1.1 ✨✨

he’s really just built like that

—midnight getaway. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader 

⟶ genre: sprinkle of youtuber!wooyoung + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 6,488

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: a “romantic” getaway surrounded by your friends leads to an interesting night alone with wooyoung

⟶ warnings: pwp, wooyoung says baby a lot bc he’s in love, some teasing woo, exhibitionism, doggy style, sort of praise kink, ass play (fingering, fem!recieving), breast play/fondling, finger sucking, riding, unprotected sex, creampie 

⟶ note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a while and my first ateez fic no one come for me pls also this is dedicated to the lovely @kithtaehyung​ !! thank you for always encouraging me and my wooyoung antics!! 💛

p.s. this is shamelessly inspired by this wooyoung selfie!!

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