I Feel A Sense Of Dread But For What I’m Not Sure

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.

[9:18pm]

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I’d like to make it clear this is fiction. This is not a realistic/fact-based representation of the guys it’s just my opinion.

Pairing: Jock!Wooyoung X Nerd!Y/N(fem)

Genre: Smut, High school au

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, enemies with benefits, mentions of exhibitionism, marking, mentions of dumbification, not much to say really-

Taglist:@jwnghyuns @serialee @galaxteez @a-soft-hornytiny @yunhospuppy @mychicagodaddyjohnny @roan-baekhyun-bloodhaire @ferryberryhwa @nyghtwolff-1117 @yuyusmist @mabeloveseonghwa @thatoneoldergroupstan @totheworld-thisisnct

(dm me/send an ask if i forgot you or you’d like to be added ❤️)

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Wooyoung pulled a pornographic moan from your lips as he pulled your legs closer to his waist. His strokes were reaching parts of your body that were foreign even to you, untouched by your fingers. While his thrusts were rough his touch was surprisingly soft, his grip on your hips firm but careful. His thumbs rubbed small circles on your love handles as you gripped his shoulders tightly, eyes squeezed shut as you called his name.

A small laugh left his lips, but it wasn’t mocking like it usually was. He pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek, his soft demeanour paired with his rough, erratic movements confusing you even more. His head pressed into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your skin as he released more groans, nipping and licking at you hungrily.

”Fuck..making me feel this way..stop it.”

You struggled to breathe with the brutal pace Wooyoung was keeping up, hardly able to reply.

”H-uh? Wha- S-shit! Wooyoung!”

A low grunt left Wooyoung’s lips as he abused your g-spot over and over, head thrown back in ecstasy as you clenched tight, gripping him like a vice.

”Stop being- ngh! so f-fucking hot.. it makes me sick watching people stare at you like that.”

Your brain couldn’t even process his words, all you could think of was the way he was pistoning in and out of you. He felt so good, and was making you feel amazing. That’s all that mattered right now, not his words, how he treats you outside this dingy cupboard.

”Wear a- fuck- skirt like that again and I’ll bend you o-over one of the desks next time.”

You shook your head quickly, your back arching off the wall Wooyoung had you up against. Wooyoung chuckled before sucking and licking at your neck, gripping your thighs when they started to shiver around his waist.

”What, don’t wanna be seen with me? The narcissistic jock fucks the witty nerd dumb, what a great porno we’d be.”

You let a hand fly at Wooyoung’s chest but it had no power behind it, not doing any damage at all. He hoisted you up higher on his waist and cupped your cheek once he knew you were secure. How could someone be so caring in the dark yet push you around in public? Stand by while his friends tipped their lunches on you? You had tried to find the answer, but Wooyoung was the only problem you couldn’t solve.

You were soon brought out of your thoughts when he left a kiss on your cheek, hips now snapping up into you at a lethal pace when he heard the warning bell. Ten minutes till class.

”W-Wooyoung! We have to!-“

Wooyoung put a hand over your mouth as he heard the chatter of students in the hall, not ceasing his movements as he whispered into your ear. As he spoke he adjusted his hips, now hitting your g-spot with every needy thrust.

”Don’t worry babe, I’ll make sure you come before math.”

_by Graham dean

jongho + 'shit, do that again'

It was supposed to be an innocent kiss, but let’s be honest when is kissing a guy at a random party ever actually innocent. Though it’s like like Jongho was a random guy. No, he was The Jongho. Perfectly styled, perfectly eloquently, perfectly polite and more than anything perfectly desirable. To put it simply, you would have let him kiss you any time any place, it just so happened it was tonight.

Opening the door would have been much simpler if your hands weren’t wrung in his hair though, that you had to admit.

“Fuck.” You huffed our, breaking the kiss for far longer than you wished, untangling yourself from him to shove your key into the hole and turn. The door came crashing open. Turning back to the man you took him by the hand, pulling him through the threshold in a desperate attempt to get his lips back on yours. It was unfair how even in all the rush he still kissed so wonderfully, the perfect combination of gentle and passionate and strong to make your head spin.

You kicked your shoes off with a flurry, throwing your arms around Jongho’s nevk once more, groaning into the kiss. His hands were placed politely on your waist, a perfect reflection of how he had been all evening, ever the gentleman.

Just as your brain was swooning over the man you were suddenly thrown off balance. Two hands took hold of the back of your thighs, hoisting you up with no warning at all. You broke the kiss to squeal but before the noise could escape your lips, your back was pressed to the wall and the outline of an impressively sized cock was now pressed into your front. Your squeal morphed into a wagon moan before Jongho’s eyes and even in your current flustered state you saw the pride floating in his eyes.

“Shit, do that again.” You huffed, hanging limply off the man as he pressed into your front. The smallest hint of a smirk shadowed his features.

“Do what? Throw you around?” He asked teasing, soaking up your sounds as he rolled his hips into your again m.

“Yes please.” You begged, dropping your head against the wall in a groan.

“That I can do.” He replied, all to smug and full of promises.

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Send me an Ateez member + a sentence

After a game of Never Have I Ever reveals that you’ve never got off to thoughts of your boyfriend, he finds out exactly why.

PAIRINGS: park seonghwa x reader (f) | minor minjoong ••

TAGS/WARNINGS: NSFW | college/university au | masturbation, fingering, oral sex, first time things, dirty talk, mentions of edging (!) but there’s no edging, overstimulation, filthfilthfilth ••

WORD COUNT: 11,436 ••

NOTES: This might be weirdly self-indulgent. 😂 But I hope y'all like this! Thank you to all my babies for letting me yell about my crisis while writing this. Thank you Soft Friend too! SF bullied me into letting them see this before posting. They’re not so Soft™️, huh. Don’t @ me. :D

Also tagging @choisans-dimples​, @delicatewerewolfsoul​, @feelthevision​, @hansols-yoda-boxers​, @hongjoongs-hoe​, @imortalkizzy​, @needyateez​, @prettyjoongs​, @seoultraveller​, @starrychannies​ and @yunderful​. No compulsion to read, I promise!! Just thought y'all might like! Lmk if you want the tag to be removed! Princess Anon, I hope you like this if you read. :)

Happy Vday~! May y'all have a day full of love with friends, fam, or anyone that’s deserving of your sparkly presence. ♡♡

“Never have I ever opened the door for someone without my underwear.”

Wooyoung lets out a loud laugh as San glares at him, before reaching forward and picking up the bottle of alcohol lying in front of him. He’s guilty of having walked around the entire house without his underwear, although he’s always worn a bathrobe, so it’s no wonder that he feels insulted at what the statement implies. He takes a swig, before snapping, “At least I’ve never opened the door like that while hoping for a bootycall.”

Wooyoung squawks, affronted, and your shoulders shake from laughter as you lean against him, patting him on the arm. “It’s alright, Woo, we know you’ve not done that.”

“Oh?” San leans forward, eyebrows raised as he smiles teasingly. “How can you be so sure?” You give him a flat look, and he continues, “Are you telling me he never did that with you?”

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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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𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓭?

DISCLAIMER: This is just a part of the analysis of the idol's natal chart, which wants to show a deeper perspective on the idols life. This analysis is carried out thanks to the data that appears in the birth chart. These are my interpretations of the signs and how they work based on my experiences with them. Everyone has different opinions and all interpretation and experiences within is valid. The point of this post is to entertain. [This idol hasn't confirmed his birth time, so I used the standard 12pm time to calculate his natal chart].

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡

(Lilith reveals the conditions that someone can be drawn towards s3xu4lly and what makes us feel most vulnerable)

LOVES AFFECTION AND ATTENTION SO MUCH

VERY provocative

may like having s3x in front of mirrors

he can also be quite possessive and jealous, so make up s3x can be a thing too

rough and aggressive s3x !!

wild and intense

jongho can get impatient when his needs aren’t satisfied

attention seeker !!

very show off in the bedroom

moans and praises will DEFINITELY turn him on

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐬

(The sign position of the Asteroid, Eros, can reveal some of our 3rotic turn-ons, as well as the level of our 3rotic nature.)

POWER PLAY

VERY sensual

wants to feel safe with his partner

consistent

straightforward

spontaneous

can be attracted to experienced partners

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬

(Mars shows us the style in which we express our s3xu4l nature.)

kinky af

very respectful about his partner likes and dislikes

V O Y E U R I S M

cares a lot to make sure that the atmosphere for love-making is correct

loves pleasuring his partner and wants to know if he's doing a good job

BDSM

gets turned on by the idea that he is a slave OR he likes when his partner plays that role

gets worked up when he knows someone appreciates all the things he does

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬

(Venus shows us some of the important “trappings” and foreplay that help us get in the mood for s3x.)

his physical commitment to a lover is directly linked to emotional commitment

s3x is intimate and personal for jongho

eye contact!!

ropes and handcuffs are a big YES

may be obsessed with s3x

h i c k e y s

Mercury conjunct Venus

dirty talk

could also like s3xting and/or having phone s3x

Venus sextile Mars

has great s3x appeal

Mars square Jupiter

impulsive

impatient

could be selfish in bed

Mars square Pluto

might use s3x as a tool or weapon in some way

Pluto trine Lilith

s3xual empowerment comes naturally here

SUGGESTIVE MOMENTS WITH YOUR GENSHIN NEIGHBOR ( part i / part ii )

note. venti n scaramouche obviously not included because they haven’t debuted yet but please reblog if you enjoyed <3

kaeya: he’ll playfully grab your ass, they start off as gentle taps whenever you come over and you’re blocking his way in the kitchen, he’ll lightly slap your ass to get you to move over. it shocks you but he just smirks it off and apologies. unsurprisingly they soon turn into kaeya’s preferred method of greeting. if he sees you going out for a walk and you past by him? expect for his fingers to pinch your butt when you stop to say hello to him, although as unbecoming as he is it’s a lot worse when you whimper out at the feeling of his hands on you and he does not plan on letting you forget it any time soon.

zhongli: he finds himself licking your fingers a lot, which is such an odd thing to do but you both spend a lot of time in the kitchen together (with your ingredients and never his own). baking and cooking is messy so zhongli takes it upon himself to help you out once or twice. the first time, he licked off chocolate frosting from the pad of your thumb. it was a moment of impulse and he apologized immediately afterwards but he couldn’t get himself to stop. it continued on and off until one day his warm mouth took in 2 of your fingers and sucked off the excess cream from your digits. he know what he was doing though, his eyes bore into yours as his tongue cleaned the surface of any and all substances.

diluc: he likes to hold your thigh while he drives you to and from work or even to the store. granted he knows he’s only just your neighbor and not your boyfriend but you don’t seem to mind? his large hard will rest on your thigh and sometimes give you a small squeeze, it’s a kind touch, nothing to worry about. but sometimes diluc rubs soft slow circles on your thigh, inching higher and higher, all the while focusing straight ahead on the road and not paying you any mind. there’s days when you’re 100% sure he’s just teasing you but you want more, you’re so close to speaking out but just then he pulls into his driveway and tears his hand away from you. sad :(

childe: as touchy and confident as childe is he’s not very used to you being the same way, sure you’re sly just like him but you never make too much of a move to hold him like he does to you. except for one early morning you offered to help him stretch before his run, he accepted (obviously) and guided you over to the grass in front of his place. laying on his back he lifted his right leg so you can press it down to his chest. “be careful sweetness.” he whispered to you “you wouldn’t want to hurt me.” you only smiled at his flirting and grabbed his right leg with both of your hands, his shorts were pushed up so it gave you access to his thighs. “i wouldn’t dream of it childe.” you replied to him caressing his pale skin while you leaned into him. his eyes widen a bit and he tries to laugh off your teasing but you only press down on his leg more, your body hovering over his, basically folding him. “this good sweetness?” you ask seeing if his ears would blush just the way you liked it. but childe has had enough of your games, grabbing your hand he lifts himself off the ground high enough to have you pinned down on the grass. “yes darling, that’s quite enough”. he growls at you, you may have gone just a tad bit too far. childe ditched his run that morning ;).

albedo: he sits so unbearably close to you during your study sessions, it’s not that you mind it’s the fact that you’re more focused on the warmth coming from his body than the chemistry lab in front of you. albedo is oblivious to the fact that you’re not paying attention to him because of him, he just sighs and snap his fingers in front of your face, urging you to pay more attention to the material or face your final as clueless as you were during your midterms (so mean omg) all you can do is nod and try your best to pay attention. sadly albedo scoots even closer to you, thinking that you’ll pay better attention to him if he was sat closer to you. he was very wrong, but having your knees touch his was sort of a good feeling for him. one that he wants to experience more.

xiao: sometimes when you bring over some food for him you’ll insist on feeding him yourself, xiao declines because it’s such a silly thing. he’s grown enough to feed himself but you won’t stop nagging him (or leave his house) until he lets you feed him. so he gives in and leans into your spoon, mouth slightly agape and pink tongue just barely peeking out. you get distracted at the sight to say the least and xiao notices. with red cheeks he somewhat forcefully grabs your wrist and moves it so the spoon is now in his mouth. “there, was that so hard.” he says to you after swallowing the almond tofu and ushering you out of his house. the least he has to see your adorable face the better for him.

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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