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liquor bottles | b.c

synopsis: you and chan had been fuck buddies for a while now, but what happens when you start developing deeper feelings for the man? one college party with plenty of alcohol seems to be the perfect setting to find out.

pairing: harddom!chan x brat!reader, light minho x reader

genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff, college au, friend with benefits trope

word count: 4.7k

warnings: jealousy, unwanted feelings, alcohol consumption, misunderstanding, flirting, brief verbal fight, dirty talk, teasing, possessiveness, degradation, sir kink, public sex, fingering (receiving), choking (receiving), marking (receiving), spanking (receiving), pussy slapping, masochist!reader, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare, happy ending

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06. khj

pairing: kim hongjoong x fem!reader genre: friends to lovers, smut, angst word count: 5.1k summary: after ruminating on the past, present, and future; you find it time to have a long overdue conversation with your best friend-turned-lover.

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a/n: welcome back to the show and let me hit you with some ANGST NOW THAT WE’RE HERE. oh did you wanna have fun now that the series was off hiatus? not today!

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𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡/𝐶𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warning: Certain NSFW scenarios are contained within this reaction. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong knew he should probably just look away, leave you be. But he can't seem to move. The way your chest rises up and down with each sharp intake of breath, the beautiful noises escaping your lips are enough to keep his feet planted on the ground, looking at you as you bring yourself to a euphoric state.

Not knowing what came over him, he slowly walked over to you, startling you when he stood in front of you. You sat up and tried to close your legs, but he reached out and held your legs open with his hands.

"You don't mind if I have a little taste.....do you?"

You watched in amazement as he slowly placed kisses down your inner thighs, before his tongue darted out and collected your juices from your orgasm.

"Fuck it."

Hongjoong whispered as he buried his face in your heat, your addicting taste making him eat you out like a starved man, threatening to bring you to another climax in mere seconds.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

You don't know what turned you on even more: Seonghwa's expressions filled the lust, his long and impressive length that was even better than what you imagined, or the fact he moaned out your name as his hand stroked his cock at a fast pace.

It was such a dirty scene that you probably shouldn't see, but you wanted to keep watching. And that was exactly what Seonghwa wanted. He wanted you to catch him like this, make you witness the effect you have on him at times.

His eyes opened slightly, turning his head as he looked over at you. While you blushed intensely, he simply smirked at you.

"Like what you see baby girl?" He teased you as he walked over to you.

Part of you told you to run, but the other part told you to stay and see what he'll do, and deep down, you knew you'd regret it if you left. Seonghwa smiled and gently took your hand, placing it on his still erect cock.

"Wanna help Daddy out with his problem?"

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho's first instinct was to go back, he shouldn't look at you while you're in such an intimate position. But the way you groaned in frustration, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, made him stay. He could tell you were having trouble, and although he might be risking a lot, he couldn't stand to see you struggle and he wanted to help you. Silently so as to not disturb you, he walked over to you.

Your hand was buried inside your panties, rubbing harshly on your clit since your fingers weren't helpful for actual penetration, not reaching deep enough for your liking. But then you felt a hand stop you. Gasping, you opened your eyes and saw Yunho towering over you.

"Please let me help you." His eyes and tone were practically begging you and who were you to say no?

Yunho gently pushed your panties to the side, your glistening folds making him suddenly grow hard. His fingers lightly ran up and down your folds before one of his long, slender fingers pushed deep in you, making you moan at how far it went.

Soon Yunho had 2 of his fingers in you, thrusting them in and out of you at a fast pace. He wasn't going to stop until you came at least 3 times, and in one of those, he wanted you to squirt all over his arm.

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang tried to quickly cover himself when you came into the room. He wasn't expecting anybody and having the dorm to himself, he wanted to relieve some stress. Now he was blushing violently and covering his face in embarrassment.

You honestly felt bad for disturbing him and scaring him. Walking over to him, you began gently stroking his hair.

"Hey Yeosangie, it's ok." You tried assuring him, but it didn't really seem to help.

You decided to try another approach. It was definitely bold, but what had you to lose? Slowly, you leaned in and started peppering his neck with kisses. Although it took him by surprise, Yeosang didn't pull away, he actually tilted his head to give you more access.

"Y/N...." Yeosang whined when he felt your hand go up his thigh.

"Shhh. It's ok Sangie, just relax."

You cooed in his ear as your hand took him out of his pants and began to stroke him gently, wanting to hear his soft hisses and pants again.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San had no intention of leaving anytime soon. You looked so pretty. Laying there naked on your bed, one hand dipped inside your folds while the other played with one of your breasts. It was a sight to behold.

Feeling his pants getting tight, his hand made a quick work of his zipper. He took his cock out and started stroking himself, his hand movements mimicking yours. He ended up walking over to the bed. You only became aware of his presence when you felt the bed dip. Right there in front of you was San, he had completely stripped himself of his clothing and was sitting near inches away from you.

"Don't stop baby, keep going." He encouraged you, as his hand went back to work on getting himself off.

His sexy stare urged you to continue and so you did. The new visual only helped to bring you closer to the edge and pretty soon you were a whimpering mess as you called out San's name. Hearing you get off on the thought of him only served to have him shoot his hot cum all over your thighs.

"Fuck! That was so hot." He panted as he tried to calm down from the high he just reached.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were worried. Mingi was spending too much time in the bathroom, you started believing he was feeling bad. When you pressed your ear against the door, you faintly heard him moan out your name. Thinking he was in pain, you opened the door expecting to see him hunched over.

Instead, you were met with Mingi, his pants down to his ankles as his hand was busy stroking his length.

"Oh shit! Y/N I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed as he covered himself, guilt building up in him.

You stood there speechless, now realizing what was really going on.

"I'm s-sorry Y/N...... I can't control what you do to me..." He confessed, fearing you'd look at him weird now and never talk to him.

But he was wrong. Instead, you went up to him and fell to your knees.

"What-what are you doing?" He asked when you pulled his pants back down.

"What does it look like I'm doing Mingi? I caused this, so maybe I should fix it." You winked at him.

Never in his wildest dreams did Mingi believe he'd actually see you sucking him off. It was even better than any fantasy he created.

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung smirked as he walked over to you. You on the other hand were now embarrassed.

"Why are you hiding yourself now princess? You weren't shy just 20 seconds ago when you were playing with your pussy."

You pouted in annoyance. Of course he'd have the audacity to tease you in this situation. He stood over you, his eyes roaming your naked body.

"Why don't you continue? Daddy wants to see the rest of the show."

His words were not what you were expecting at all. They left you frozen, wondering if this was real. Wooyoung only sighed.

"Too dumb now to play with yourself? Ok. Daddy will help you out."

His hand snaked its way in between your legs, his thumb rubbing your clit as 2 of his fingers curled inside of you. You then watched as his other hand took out his cock from his sweatpants.

"Come on princess. Daddy is doing you a favor by playing with your wet pussy. Can't you return the favor?"

Catching his meaning, you reached out and stroking him, loving the way he groaned at the contact. You both continued to get each other off until you both came at the same time.

"We should do this more often." Wooyoung said after you finished.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

When you offered to help Jongho out after you caught him pleasuring himself in a closet before a performance, he could hardly believe it.

"Wa-wait...are you s-serious?" His eyes widened at the suggestion.

"Jongho you have a few minutes before you're due on stage. Do you want me to help you or not?"

Realizing he might never get the opportunity again, he immediately nodded.

"Yes...fuck yeah. Please Y/N." He begged you.

It was awkward at first as Jongho had never felt anyone's mouth wrapped around his dick before. But he eventually relaxed and let you do your thing. He thought you looked so beautiful as you took him in your mouth, he couldn't help but whimper out praises to you.

"S-shit! You look so beautiful sweetheart. P-please don't stop."

With a mutter of whines and curses, he ended up releasing himself inside your mouth. He almost passed out when he saw you swallow it all. It was the most erotic scene he'd ever witness in his life.

"Thank you so much baby girl. After this performance is over, can I please return the favor?"

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Parapraxis (C.Sn.)

‘Parapraxis -noun-

Def.-a minor error in action, such as slips of the tongue, supposedly the result of repressed impulses See also Freudian slip’

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San’s voice is familiar to you…you’ve heard it plenty of nights before.

Now you have a face to pair with the voice playing through your headphones.

Pairing: Choi San x Non Binary Reader

*Note: They/Them Pronouns used for Reader but Reader does have a vagina

Genre(s)/Aus: Smut, Humor, Fluff, College Au, Non-Idol Au, Sex Worker Au 

Tws: Swearing, Thunderstorms

Sws: Sex Work (Adult Voice Acting), Auralism (Audio Kink), Sex Toys, Masturbation, Gender Neutral Petnames (Baby, Bunny, Kitten), Sexual Fantasies, Fingering,  Unprotected Sex, Creampie, DIrty Talk, Light Degredation

WC: 5k+ (wheeze, this was supposed to be a timestamp lmaooo)

A/N: Happy San Day, everytiny. I managed to crank this one out in two days and I hope you all enjoy it! If any of my readertiny would like me to rewrite this in an alt verson where the reader has a dick instead (still using gender neutral terms) then feel free to let me know and I’d really appreciate it if you lovelies could like, reblog/share, and review!  Enjoy! 

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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+

how to participate !

reblog this post.

send me an ask with the member and your discord id <3

current member slots !

hongjoong :

seonghwa :

@cofhees

yunho :

yeosang :

@yunkiwii @unaktinyidle

san :

mingi :

wooyoung :

jongho :

that's all ! have a nice day <3

im in so much pain

23:08PM—.

cw: soft!dom wooyoung x afab reader. although there's no gendered terms, there's A LOT of pet names. slight choking. slight exhibitionism. slight dumbification. hand job. praising. dirty talk. overall sweetness? kinda.

"what is it, love?"

wooyoung's voice made its way to your ears through the thick silence in the room, only interrupted by the constant buzzing of his phone from the game he was playing with one hand, while the other was busy toying with the ripped fabric of your jeans, occasionally brushing your skin with his finger pads.

you were sitting by his side on the couch, body slightly stiff and ears slightly red. the night was slowly coming to an end after having had an equally noisy and filled with laughter dinner with your boyfriend and his seven group members. one would think that after that you would be tired and looking forward to sleep, but you weren't. you weren't, because after weeks of promotion of their latest release (which meant, weeks of not seeing wooyoung), you were finally with him and his company right now was doing more to you than only calming the anxiety that you both felt without the other in previous days.

he couldn't tell, or maybe he could, but he had been working you up the entire night with whispered words when nobody was looking, lingering touches in the right places (your wrists, the small of your back, the strands of hair he was so eager tu pull behind your ear, and even your lower tummy when hugging you from behind), and his more-stunning-than-ever looks. whether it was his intention or not, you couldn't tell either, but now that everybody was in their rooms with only seonghwa in the shower and getting ready to sleep, your body was reacting to his in ways you couldn't even start to comprehend. you blamed it in the feeling of longing and the loneliness you felt for so long, but even the smallest caress of his fingers on top of your knee would take your breath away.

and judging by the sly smirk in his face, he knew.

instead of answering you looked down at his hands on your lap. his pretty, veiny and somewhat tanned hands, that were always so careful when touching you. you almost choked when he squeezed your soft thigh to get your attention, and when you looked up, you recognized the glint of mischief in his eyes.

"what is my baby thinking? you're very quiet today," the sing-song tone in his voice wasn't going away and you frowned.

"you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?," you looked significantly at the bathroom door a few meters down the hallway, "because you know we can't do anything right now?"

"what do you mean, what am i doing? does my hand on your leg bother you that much? besides..." he drew himself closer to your body, smile growing wider when you tried to press your back to the couch to avoid him, "... who said we can't do anything?"

the scandalized look on your face made him chuckle, not too loud, but still loud in the depth of the night. he retreated to his original place and patted his own thigh, singling you to sit on it. you hesitated again, gaze going from his inviting eyes to the bathroom door and viceversa time and time again.

"c'mon, he's only entered now and he takes his sweet time to shower. you're not gonna get caught"

after a few more seconds you nodded and straddled his thigh, purposefully ignoring the word you in his last sentence, knowing fully well he was teasing you and ignoring his antics would throw him off. you placed your weight carefully on his leg and your hands on his chest, always conscious as to not to accidentally hurt him. you looked down at his face and sighed, feeling more at ease with the proximity of his body and his smiley face a few inches away from yours.

he then kissed you, hands instantly placing themselves on your hips and tongue poking out to tease your lower lip. you groaned, allowing him to control the kiss while you busied yourself with locking one of your hands on the shorter hair of his nape and yanking at it from time to time, enjoying the sounds he made with particularly harsh tugs. it all escalated quickly, and you broke the kiss with a whimper, leaning your forehead in his when he started rocking your body back and forth over his leg, softly at first. you were both fully clothed, meaning the tight fabric of your pants wasn't helping you to get the friction you knew you needed, but the sudden force with which he guided your movements created enough pressure for you to moan in his mouth.

you blindly reached out to his crotch, finding his almost rock hard erection confined inside his sweats.

"take it out, pretty one," his voice startled you but you were quick to obey. one nervous glance of yours to the door and wooyoung smiled, eyes dark and amused by your speed despite the hesitance still bubbling in your throat.

"that's right, good job..." he threw his head back with a groan when you started pumping him, smearing the thick pearled drop of precum over his head and even spitting on your hand in a show of boldness, which caused him to look at you with wide, lustful eyes and help you pick up the pace of your hips "you're doing a good job my little pet"

the praise caught you off guard, so you let your head fall on the crook of his neck for a few moments, eyelids droopy and lips plump and red from biting so hard. wooyoung grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a passionate kiss and you then let more of your weight fall on his thigh, the pressure on your clit almost unbearable.

it was messy, spit and tongue here and there, and if the wet sounds of your kissing didn't alerted seonghwa of something going on outside, the moans and groans slipping past yours and your lover's lips sure did. you didn't knew why, but the thought of wooyoung's friend hearing the whole thing made your stomach flip wildly and your boyfriend noticed, taking notes on the way your muscles contracted and you started to loose control in your hand.

his lips trailed down the side of your neck, nibbling and sucking as to suffocate his own pleasure sounds a little bit. he was then back to your ear and as his hand sneaked up to wrap around your throat, he whispered.

"you do like this, don't you sweetheart? you like that he might be hearing you using me to get off?," you choked back a cry, the pressure of his thumb enough to cut a little the air influx yet you still managed to nod, lightheaded as you were and vision so clouded by pleasure that you wouldn't even mind having everyone seeing you at that moment, "my dumb little thing, you can't even answer me properly"

you were both almost there, hanging from a cliff and waiting for sweet release as he was practically fucking himself into your hand and at this rate, your hips didn't had any sort of rhythm or even a pattern, just erratic movements in the chase of your high.

"he could be out any moment now, pet," he kissed your jaw, still holding your neck and pressing harder with every second, "he would see you so fucked out, so pretty for me"

that was your last straw, the ringing in your ears was deafening and a new trail of curses and breathy moans leaving your mouth as you came made wooyoung twitch in your hand, your voice was the sweetest melody in his ears and being able to hear you and see you like this —lips parted, cheeks tinted and so tired, yet so satisfied— was the only thing he needed to finish in your grasp, letting go of your neck in the process.

"fuck, baby" he whined at the now white coated pants and shirts and you laughed as you regained composure and evened your breath, "thanks for this though"

you rested your head on his shoulder with closed eyes, trying to relax for a bit and finding it impossible when a chuckle made your boyfriend's chest vibrate.

"need some help down there, hwa?"

a sheepish groan was his only answer.

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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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."