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Candy Curse | Kim Jongseob

You really never know what's in your Halloween candy...

Piwontober Day 28

Prompt: creampie/edging/sexpollen with kim jongseob

🍬 Pairing: bestfriend!kimjongseob x reader

🍬 Word Count: 5.3k

🍬 Genre: Smut, pwp, besties to lovers, fluff

🍬 Rating: 18+

🍬 Warnings: Seob and reader get really competitive playing Mario Kart, explicit language, accidental consumption of aphrodisiac chocolates, looooots of tension, making out, hair pulling, biting, marking, scratching, dirty talk, teasing, explicit sexual content, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, needy!Seob, subby!Seob, hand job, oral (m receiving), deep throating, edging, crying, unprotected sex (pls be safe ‼️), riding, creampie, it ends soft and chaotic bc guess that's my brand 🤩

A/N: Happy Kinktober (again lol) 👻 Sorry about this being a little late, but I hope you still enjoy! This is for day 28 of @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts Piwontober event 🎃 Thank you so much to anyone who has read and supported any of my fics I really appreciate you endlessly 🥹🩵

Also I wanna dedicate this to my fave Seobrangi, and Seob writer, and just writer in general, who's also one of my best friends @strawberry-seob this one is for you bestie ilysm 😘💕 Hope I was able to honor the Seobrangi writer name 🫡

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“Ughhh, Seob, enough with the excuses.” you groaned, tossing your controller aside in frustration.

Your friend stared back at you in disbelief, “Wha…they’re not excuses! I told you I can’t concentrate because I’m hungry, and it’s giving you an unfair advantage.”

You wanted to strangle the little shit so bad, but instead you just raised an eyebrow at him.

“The unfair advantage being that I’m just better than you at this, and you’re being a little bitch about it.” you said back matter of factly.

“Because I’m fucking hungry!” Jongseob argued back, throwing a pillow in your direction that you just barely dodged in time.

“Okay, well, you can eat this controller when I shove it down your throat.” you threatened as you got to your feet.

Annnd this was why you and Jongseob weren’t supposed to play Mario Kart together unsupervised anymore.

He completely ignored you, more than used to your competitive and aggressive behavior, as he got up and walked into the kitchen behind the living room.

“Hey,” Seob called a moment later, poking his head back into the room, “Kee left already right?”

“I don’t know why you’re asking me, he’s your roommate.” you grumbled back.

Your friend rolled his eyes before disappearing back into the kitchen. You huffed in irritation before picking up your phone to mindlessly scroll through your different social feeds. Jongseob strolled back into the room, a giant pumpkin shaped bowl in his hands. You noticed that it was overflowing with Halloween candy. He didn’t bother acknowledging you, just sat down on the floor with his back against the couch and placed the bowl of candy in his lap.

“Isn’t Kee gonna be mad if you eat that? He told me he spent a fortune on candy this year since we always run out.”

Jongseob once again offered no response, instead he just unwrapped a piece of candy and popped it into his mouth. He chewed for several seconds before swallowing, and then turned to you with a smirk. What the fuck?

“That’s okay, I’m just gonna tell him you’re the one who ate our candy.” he voiced smugly as he opened another piece.

“Why the fuck are you like this?”

He gave a quick shrug, “I guess because you bring it out in me.”

“Oh, right, because everything is somehow magically my fault today. Sorry I forgot.” you quipped back.

Jongseob chuckled and you felt like punching him.

“Hey, you said it, not me.”

You lunged for him, making him scream before he ducked out of the way. You might’ve missed him, but you were still able to snag a few candies from the bowl.

“Fuck it, I’ll reimburse him later.” you muttered before eating one of the chocolates in your hand.

“We’re playing another cup after this. Now that I have a fair chance.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes this time, “Whatever, Seob.”

The two of you sat there eating the Halloween candy in silence. You reached for the last piece in your hand, and just stared at the wrapping for a minute. You had never seen this kind of candy before. The packaging was weirdly fancy and deep maroon in color.

“What the hell is this?” you asked aloud, attracting Jongseob’s attention.

He looked up from his spot on the floor and observed the candy in your hand, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“I don’t know. Something that Keeho bought. It was in kind of a smaller bag so it must be expensive, whatever it is.” was the only explanation your friend offered.

“He would buy some bougie ass Halloween candy.” you remarked, earning a laugh from Jongseob.

You smiled at the slight shift in the mood. Yes, you drove each other crazy a lot of the time, but Jongseob was still one of your best friends. You loved to give him shit since he was younger than you, but you also felt a strange sense of protectiveness towards him at the same time. Your typical love/hate bestie relationship really.

When you opened the wrapping, the chocolate inside looked like any other store brand candy. The only noticeable difference was some kind of insignia on the dark square itself. You only hesitated briefly before slipping the candy into your mouth. When you bit down, the taste that exploded across your tongue was unreal. A moan slipped past your lips, completely out of your control. Jongseob jolted like he’d been shocked, and you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Dude what the fuck?!” he exclaimed, and it was impossible to miss the blush dusting his cheeks.

Your own face felt hot as you tried to defend yourself, “S-Stop making it weird! The chocolate is just really good okay. T-Try it for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

“Y/N…that was so sus.” Jongseob went on, his dark eyes squinted and calculated as they focused on you.

Well fuck, you were never going to live this down. But then he was reaching back into the bowl to dig out a chocolate for himself. His fingers slowly opened the maroon wrapping to reveal the chocolate inside. You scooted closer, eager to see what his reaction would be to the strange candy.

“Could you be any creepier about this right now?”

“Just shut up and eat it.” you griped back at him.

“It’s literally just chocolate,” Jongseob started as the treat disappeared inside his mouth, “I don’t see what the big deal is- Oh my goddddddd.”

Hearing him groan out in pleasure did something strange to your insides. What the fuck was in that chocolate?

“I fucking told you!” you piped up, hoping and praying that you weren’t blushing the same way he had been moments earlier.

“I can’t believe Kee bought this for trick or treaters. Kids don’t deserve this shit.”

“You’re right, they don’t.” you agreed simply before leaning down to yank the bowl away from him.

“Hey!” Seob shouted as he angrily got to his feet.

“You snooze you lose, Seobie.” you mocked, snatching another mystery chocolate from the pumpkin and popping it into your mouth.

You hummed as it melted on your tongue, “Respectfully, I want to fuck this chocolate.”

Jongseob made a sudden grab for the bowl, and you were too distracted by the bliss your taste buds were experiencing to react in time. You jumped up from the couch, but your friend was already backing away and holding the candy out of reach.

“Look, you already ate two. Keeho is definitely gonna be suspicious if we eat too many, and I don’t even wanna think about how much it would cost if we had to reimburse him… So, I’m gonna eat one more, and then we’re even okay?”

Normally, it absolutely would not have been okay, but you were feeling oddly relaxed all of a sudden. You found yourself giving in and nodding in agreement. Jongseob stared back at you in surprise, “Wait, really? That’s it?”

“Yeah, well, you’ve annoyed me so much today that now I’m just drained.” you said before plopping back down on the couch.

He glared at you, saying nothing as he ate another chocolate. This time, you actually saw a shiver run through him, and that weird feeling from earlier resurfaced. He carried the bowl back into the kitchen, probably to get rid of the temptation. When he emerged a minute later, something about his demeanor had shifted. He seemed lighter, maybe?

“You too drained to let me smoke your ass on the track?” Jongseob challenged.

He was smiling at you, little crooked canine poking out of his mouth. A feature you knew he had but had never really noticed until now. Huh. It was kinda cute. Just like a little. And since when was his hair so fluffy. And when did he start wearing such tight shirts. And when-

“So, uh, are we racing or what?”

Thank god he had chosen then to interrupt your insanity spiral. You really needed to get your shit together. This was Jongseob for fuck’s sake. It was Jongseob…

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you registered a hand on your forehead, your friend coming into focus in front of you. How had you never noticed the smattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks. Also the little stud in his nose looked really good on him. A little too good.. You took in his soft features, lingering just a moment too long on his lips. Jongseob laughed at your spacey behavior, making your heart do something terrifying in your chest, “You feeling okay? You’re not just trying to make me feel bad and go easy on you right?”

You mentally slapped yourself across the face as you forced yourself to snap out of it.

“Even if you did, I guarantee you still wouldn’t beat me.” you replied, falling back into your much more familiar and comfortable dynamic.

His hand dropped from your forehead. Definitely much safer.

“Only one way to find out.” Seob voiced, and you saw something truly devious in his dark eyes.

You easily beat him on the first couple of tracks, but then you started to get really distracted. The distraction being your best friend sitting on the floor five feet away from you. He had this habit of sticking his tongue out the tiniest bit when he was concentrating, and you kept seeing him doing it out of the corner of your eye. God. You really needed to stop looking at his tongue. And his lips. And just him in general.

At some point, during all your staring, he had taken the opportunity to pass you and pull ahead to first place.

“Yes! Whoo!” he yelled in excitement, throwing his head back.

Warm affection washed over you. What the fuck was happening?

You fully locked in for the last course, and it was close, but you still ended up crossing the finish before him.

“Better luck next time, Seobie.” you teased, leaning over to ruffle his hair.

Holy shit. Had he always had such soft hair. Now that you thought about it, his newly dyed two toned locks really did suit him… Jongseob shrugged your hand off before whirling around to face you, “That last one didn’t count! My bangs were falling in my eyes so I couldn’t see. We gotta play one more.”

“Your bangs made you lose? Are you shitting me right now?”

He pouted back at you and pointed at the pieces of hair curtaining his forehead. Was it a bullshit excuse? Well, yes. But were you struggling with how cute he was being right now? Also yes.

“Fine, you baby. We’ll have one final rematch. But first, come here.”

Jongseob’s expression immediately showed his suspicion, and you couldn’t say you blamed him.

“Yeah, uh, no. You’re gonna hit me or something.”

You sighed in frustration, “Oh my god, I’m not gonna hit you. Seob, just come here.”

He gave you one last apprehensive look before coming to sit in between your legs hanging off the couch. Your heart knocked against your rib cage. You were hyper aware of his face being right next to your bare thighs. You could’ve sworn Jongseob had noticed it too based on the way his cheeks tinted pink. His body went rigid as he forced himself to face straight towards the TV.

You pulled your hair tie off your wrist, cursing yourself for the way your hands were shaking as you gripped some of his wavy locks. The way Seob’s breath hitched rang out loudly in the living room.

“Wait, what are you-”

“This way you can’t use the bangs excuse anymore.” you answered, cutting him off.

There was an almost tangible shift in the air. You found yourself so tuned into Jongseob’s breathing, noting each inhale and exhale while you gathered his hair to pull it back into a small ponytail. You gave a final tug, harder than you had meant to, and the man in between your legs let out a soft moan. Fucking hell. Why did he sound like that.

“Seob, did you just…” you trailed off, not able to say the words.

“NO SHUT UP!” he yelled defensively before jerking from your touch and burying his head in his knees.

Wordlessly, you maneuvered around him to get to your feet. He continued hiding his face, refusing to look at you. You frowned, turning away to walk into the kitchen. You were convinced there had been something in those chocolates, and you needed to know just what that was. Your heart was racing slightly as you approached the kitchen trash. You flipped the lid and peered inside. There were multiple empty candy bags, but it wasn’t hard to find the maroon bag that matched the chocolate’s packaging.

The bag was torn where Jongseob had opened it, but thankfully the writing on it was still legible. Your eyes flitted over the words, dread settling in your stomach. Enhanced and heightened pleasure. Aphrodisiac. Sex chocolate.

OH SHIT.

When you stepped back out into the living room with the bag in hand, Seob still hadn’t moved from his spot. You sat down on the couch, and he barely registered your presence.

“Seob, I need you to listen to me okay?”

You were panicked, but you made sure to keep your voice gentle. He slowly turned his head so that his face peeked out, and he was so flushed. At least now you understood why.

“What the hell is wrong with us?” he groaned.

Rather than trying to explain, you just held the bag out to him. Jongseob tentatively took it from your hand, his eyes scanning the packaging. He turned even redder as he came to the same realization as you.

“Holy shit.” he whispered, looking back and forth between the bag and you.

“I know. What the fuck was Kee thinking putting this in with the Halloween candy?” you asked in disbelief.

“He, uh, didn’t.” came Seob’s mumbled response.

“What?”

He flashed you a sheepish grin, and you felt the urge to hit him coming back.

“Seob. You didn’t.”

“It was with the other bags of Halloween candy, so I just dumped everything in. I had no idea they were his sex chocolates, I swear.”

He was talking with his hands to emphasize, which let you know he was just as distressed as you were.

“Maybe they don’t even work. Maybe we’re worrying for nothing.” you interjected, but you knew your words would fall flat.

Jongseob gave you a look that told you as much, “They definitely work.”

You knew he was right but you decided to ask anyway.

“What makes you think that?”

“Well for starters, you keep staring at me.”

Your face instantly warmed, and you tried to laugh it off.

“No, I don’t.” you argued, making him raise an eyebrow at you.

“Yes, you do.”

“Okay, well, you’re the one who moaned.”

“What makes you so sure I can’t get you to do the same?”

You choked on air, your cheeks burning furiously.

“S-Seob stop. T-That’s not funny.”

“You’re right, it’s not. But it’s all I can think about right now. And, I bet, I’m not the only one.”

He was smirking at you now, and the confusing feelings you had been experiencing traveled lower to settle in your core.

“Are you fucking insane? Seob, we’re friends. We don’t like each other like that.”

Even as the words left your lips, you found you really weren’t so sure anymore.

“See, I thought so too,” Jongseob said, getting to his feet so that he was now standing in between your legs, “but the things I’m thinking about you right now definitely aren’t friendly.”

You gasped softly, you had never seen this man be so forward the entire time you had known him. How in the hell had you gone from killing each other over Mario Kart to this? The scariest part was that the more the two of you played into whatever was happening, the less wrong it felt. You decided to try playing back, just to see if he was really serious.

“And what kind of things are you thinking about me right now?”

You never should’ve called his bluff because the next thing you knew, he was leaning down and caging you in on the couch with his arms on either side of your head. Your heart suddenly felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

“Things like how bad I want to kiss you. And wondering if you would let me.”

His eyes kept drifting to your lips as he said it, and it was really starting to consume you. Just how bad you wanted him right now.

“And if I said I would?” you pressed before you could think better of it.

Jongseob’s eyes dilated slightly, and you squirmed back and forth on the couch. You felt his fingers on your chin, holding you still as he looked down at you, “I want to hear you say that you want me to.”

A shiver ran through your body, and Seob’s smug grin let you know he’d noticed it too.

“Just to be clear, it’s because of the candy. And if we do this, we never speak of it again.” you stated, trying to hold onto your last shred of control.

“Yeah, okay, I’m good with that. Now, say it.”

That last shred slipped through your fingers.

“Seob, kiss me.”

The moment his lips descended on yours, it became startlingly apparent. It was not just because of the candy.

He groaned softly as his hands came up to cradle your cheeks, one of his knees slotting in between your legs. Your hands fisted into his dark gray tank, tugging him closer. Jongseob slid a hand underneath your back before repositioning you so that you were laying across the couch with him falling on top of you. The kiss grew more heated, and you opened your mouth up to him. His tongue licked into your mouth hungrily, and your fingers got lost in his two toned waves. His hands were all over you. Brushing your neck, gripping your thighs, sneaking under your shirt. It was too much and not nearly enough all at the same time.

You nipped at his bottom lip, and were rewarded with your new favorite sound. Jongseob moaning.

“Fuck. You sound so hot when you do that.” you told him in between kisses.

He smiled against your mouth, his canine poking into your lip.

“I thought that too. Except, I wanted it to be because of me and not the chocolate.” he said before mouthing along your jaw.

You sighed, your nails scraping against his scalp. His teeth grazed your neck, his tongue soothing the spot immediately after, and you shuddered underneath him. Jongseob’s hands disappeared under your shirt, fingers splayed out over your stomach.

“Can I touch you? Please.”

His plea was murmured against your skin as he sucked more color into the flesh.

“Yes.” you replied with no hesitation, your voice raspy.

You could feel him smirking into your neck, and something about it drove you crazy. His fingers inched higher, searing across your torso. Jongseob’s lips found yours once more, and you panted into his mouth while his hands slid around to your back to unclasp your bra. You sat up briefly, Seob still chasing your mouth as you slid the garment down your shoulders and out from under your shirt. The moment you laid back down, his greedy fingers were slipping back under the material to palm at your breasts.

“Fuck,” he hissed, thumb stroking over your nipple, “you’re so soft.”

You arched into his touch, “Seob.”

He groaned at your response, and then his fluffy head was disappearing underneath your shirt. You moaned obscenely the moment he took your perked bud into the warmth of his mouth. He poked his head back out, sporting an absolute shit eating grin.

“Told you.”

You shook your head, laughing slightly.

“God, you’re so annoying.”

“Mmm, yeah. And you know what, I’m not nearly done annoying you yet. Not even close.” he voiced wickedly before diving back under your shirt.

His tongue flicked over your same nipple, his fingers twisting and pinching your neglected one. You writhed underneath him, feeling something hard brush against your inner thigh. The realization that you had been the one to do that to him left you feeling dizzy.

“You’re so hot, Y/N. Shit.”

Jongseob’s voice was nearly unrecognizable, his words coming out low and rough. You could feel his lips leaving various marks all over your tits. It would be kinda hard to pretend like this never happened with reminders of him all over your body. But right now he was making you feel such immense pleasure that you really couldn’t be bothered to worry about it too much.

Seob’s hands were on the move again, sliding down your stomach and teasing at the top of your shorts.

“I bet you’re so wet right now.”

“Shut up.” you shot back, your face on fire.

Jongseob resurfaced from under your shirt, and you clenched around nothing at the sight of his swollen lips. Somehow his little ponytail was still intact, but the rest of his hair was a complete mess. His dark eyes were blown out with lust as they trailed down your body. He ran a finger along the top of your panties that were poking out of your shorts, “You gonna let me find out? Just how soaked you are right now.”

“Remember, it’s the candy. Don’t let it go to your head, Seobie.” you reminded him, knowing you were lying through your fucking teeth.

“Sure it is.” he said, rolling his eyes before slipping his fingers inside your panties.

You jerked below him as soon as his digits came into contact with your slick folds.

“Shit. You are fucking drenched.” he hissed, his fingers circling around your clit and making you gasp.

Jongseob was intensely focused on your face as he easily slid a finger inside you. He slowly pumped the digit in and out, turning you into a panting mess underneath him.

“God. Can’t believe you feel this good just around my fingers.”

“Seob.” you whined, and he responded by adding a second finger.

“Gonna make you come. Because if this is the only time we’re doing this, then I’m gonna make sure it’s something you remember.”

His fingers sinfully crooked inside you, and your back lifted off the couch. You buried your face in his arm as the band inside you wound tighter and tighter. He leaned down, his lips right by your ear, “I know I’m gonna have a hard time forgetting about this. Just how good your cunt feels.”

He was up to three fingers now, while his thumb strummed across your clit, and you clenched tight around his digits.

“Seob, fuck!” you cried out, your orgasm knocking the wind out of you.

Jongseob swore as you soaked his fingers, continuing to fuck you through your high, and peppering kisses along your neck. His fingers were coated in you when he finally pulled them out of your panties. You noticed the way his cock twitched in his dark jeans at the sight. He looked like a man possessed as he pushed the fingers into his mouth, moaning while he sucked them clean. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. Definitely would not be forgetting that visual anytime soon.

“Jongseob, what the fuck?” you groaned, overwhelmed by all the different sensations.

He held your eyes as his lips pulled off his fingers with a wet pop, and you nearly came again.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet. Even better than the candy.”

The only way to describe how you were feeling in that moment was feral. Absolutely fucking feral. Which led to you tackling Jongseob, making him let out a little scream as you pinned him underneath you on the couch. You crashed your lips against his, swallowing whatever he was gonna say.

“My turn.” you said against his mouth, one of your hands reaching down to palm him over his jeans.

“Fuck. Please.”

The needy edge in his voice was absolutely delicious. You continued kissing him lazily, Jongseob desperately licking into your mouth. You undid his jeans before dipping your hand into his boxers to wrap around his erection. He released a shaky breath that turned into a moan as you stroked him leisurely. Your thumb smeared the pre cum leaking from his tip, “So messy, Seobie.”

The man under you whimpered, his hips bucking up to fuck your fist. You broke away from his lips so that you could watch him while you touched him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he tossed his head from side to side as you continued pumping him.

“What do you want, Seobie? You want me to suck you off?” you teased, running your tongue along his neck.

Jongseob practically convulsed underneath you, and you were loving how he was submitting to you right now.

“Please,” he gasped, “need your mouth.”

You hummed as you pulled him out of his boxers, his cock springing up against his stomach. You moved down his body before licking a stripe along the underside.

“Fucking shit.” Jongseob hissed, his fingers digging harshly into the couch.

You chuckled, “And so sensitive too.”

You slowly began taking him into your mouth, and he let out a moan that was borderline pornographic. The further you went, the more he squirmed and panted underneath you. You pulled off of him suddenly, and Jongseob whined at the loss of your mouth. You returned to working him with your hand instead.

“You’re so fun to play with, Seobie. Gonna make the most of it if this is the only chance we get.”

“Please. Wanna come.” he begged, sounding breathless.

You dropped your hand, and Jongseob cried out when you took him as far down your throat as you could manage.

“Your mouth, fuck. Feels too good.”

You hummed around him, and his cock twitched in your mouth. You would speed up, get him right to the edge, and then slow back down again.

“So mean, Y/N. I need to come, please.”

You replaced your mouth with your hand again, “Awww Seobie, but don’t you wanna fuck me?”

He bolted upright so fast that it actually made you jump.

“Are you being serious?”

You stroked him faster, relishing the way his eyes started to roll back.

“If you wanna fuck me, then you can’t come.”

Jongseob looked close to tears as he pouted at you.

“Why are you like this?” he groaned, and you slowed your pace down again.

“I guess because you bring it out in me.” you said, mocking him from earlier before wrapping your lips around his tip again.

“Fuuuuuuuck.”

This time, your mouth and hands worked in tandem, and when you looked up at Jongseob, a handful of tears were trailing down his cheeks. His cock was practically spasming in your mouth, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. You let him fall from your lips with a pop.

“You wanna fill me up, Seobie? Fuck me full of your cum?”

“Please.” he wheezed as more tears ran down his face, “Need to fuck you.”

You needed it too. So bad you could hardly stand it. You stepped back from the couch to slip your shirt over your head and slide your shorts and panties down your legs. Jongseob weakly picked up his head, and his eyes looked ready to pop out as he took in your naked figure. He reached down to push his jeans and boxers out of the way.

“How do you wanna do this, Seobie?” you asked as you stood over him.

In a flash of movement, his arms yanked you down to straddle him, making you yelp in surprise.

“Fuck, want you to ride me.”

You raised up to position your entrance over his cock, “Don’t forget, it’s the candy.”

Jongseob settled his hands on your waist, roughly gripping your hips.

“Shut the fuck up, and just sit on my dick already.”

You saluted him, earning a series of giggles in response. You slowly sank down onto him, Seob’s nails leaving crescents in your skin.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven.”

You were so worked up that you didn’t even bother starting out slow. By the way Jongseob aggressively fucked up into you, you guessed that he didn’t mind. You felt his arms wrap around your back as he moved to sit up, pulling you with him. You braced your arms against the back of the couch, the new angle making you bounce in his lap. Seob mouthed at your breast, his fingers curling against your back as he held you close.

“Fuck…Seob…” you panted out, your head falling back.

“Can’t, shit, wait to feel you come all over my cock.”

“Please, fill me up, Seobie.”

Jongseob growled, his lips still wrapped around your nipple, but then he was crashing your mouths together. It was all tongue and teeth as his thrusts started to lose their rhythm. You buried your hands in his hair, tugging at the strands. Seob moaned against your lips, and your walls clenched around him.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

His cock twitched inside you, Jongseob shuddering underneath you before you felt him filling you up. You were right behind him, crying out his name as you fell apart. The two of you held onto each other as you tried to catch your breath. When you pulled back to look at him, his canine was poking out in the most endearing way. Your heart swelled, and you leaned forward to gently press your lips to his. You could feel Jongseob smiling into the kiss.

“Soooo, maybe it wasn’t just the candy.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Seob retorted before pinching your side, sending you into a fit of giggles.

He started full on tickling you, and you shrieked before jumping up from the couch. You felt something drip down your leg as you stood up. You glanced down, and when you looked back up, Jongseob was focused on the mess between your legs. He licked his lips, his eyes trailing back up to your face, and frankly, the man looked like he wanted to eat you.

“Yeah, no way I’m gonna be able to forget that. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You were contemplating whether or not to initiate some kind of round two, when you heard the door to the apartment opening. You were pretty sure the fear on Jongseob’s face must have matched your own. You grabbed a throw blanket, quickly throwing it over the two of you as you sat back down on the couch. Seob’s hand found one of yours under the blanket, giving it a squeeze.

“Seob, did you put my sex chocolate in with the Halloween candy? What the fuck, man.” Keeho called from the kitchen.

He walked into the living room a moment later, the pumpkin bowl clutched in his hands. He took in you and Seob on the couch, his eyes growing wide.

“Did you guys eat my chocolate?!”

You and Jongseob exchanged sheepish grins.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. That’s it, you’re both officially banned from Mario Kart from now until forever. And clean this shit up, you disgusting animals. Oh, and you owe me and Taeyang some new chocolate. Hope you horny little freaks are happy.”

Keeho gave both of you one last look of disappointment before strolling right back out of the apartment. You and Jongseob both busted out laughing as soon as the door closed behind him.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty happy.” he managed to get out in between fits of laughter, canine poking out adorably.

You clutched his hand that you were still holding, “Yeah, me too.”

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kisseobie · 23 days ago

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hello…. HELLO???? this might be my most favorite keeho fic i’ve ever read.. and possibly one of my fave piwontober fics…. this is INSANE?!!! the plot, the teasing, the dialogue, the smut, and the ending oh wow….. i feel honored to be alive at this moment just bc i got to read this ………… and thank GOD there is gonna be more i need reader to get her shit together hello…

rainy daze ✧ yoon keeho

✧ pairing: keeho x afab!reader

✧ summary: you don't fear much, but there are a few things - storms, for one, and also unnecessary feelings. enter yoon keeho, someone you've known for a long time and makes you question where you stand, but there's one small problem: he's your little brother's best friend.

✧ genre: childhood friends, fluff, smut, some angst sorry in advance)

✧ rating: 18+ (mdni!)

✧ word count: ~14.8k (oops)

✧ content warnings: attempts at humor bc keeho is funny irl, mentions of thunderstorms/lightning, 'oh no there's only one bed' trope, mentions of ✨feelings✨, dirty talk, hair pulling, leaving marks/biting, oral (m and f receiving), face-sitting, face-fucking, hand-holding (important), cum eating, irrational decision making

hi!! i’m still pretty new to writing for piwon and i'm so excited to be participating in the piwontober 24' event hosted by @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts.

i'm writing for Day 29 in which the prompt was age difference/teasing/forbidden with keeho. special thanks to @sunflowerseob, @strawberry-seob, and @leepace for being some of the most amazing friends and fellow writers out there ❤️

also am planning to turn this into a series sooo… pls look forward to that if it happens 💜

“Keeho, I’m serious.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself tighter, as if it would somehow shield you from becoming more drenched. The rain that poured down wasn’t at a storm level yet, but it was still enough to leave you soaked since you had no umbrella or jacket to help.

“Yeah, I know you are, but so am I,” Keeho responded, still cruising along at the slowest speed you figured a car could go. He drove his car on the road alongside you as you walked on the sidewalk.

“Is that how the saying is supposed to go?”

You couldn’t see it without bending down to look through the open window, but you just knew Keeho smirked.

“It is now if that’s what you want.”

You rolled your eyes. “What I’d really like is for you to leave me alone.”

You heard a small chuckle. “All these years and you’re still a terrible liar.”

You groaned. “What do you want from me?”

“To get in the car,” He phrased it almost like a question, like he was confused that you didn’t agree it was the most logical answer.

“Why?”

“For starters, it’s raining and you have no coverage to keep you from getting soaked. Two, you’re trying to go home which is several blocks away and you’re trying on foot, which isn’t safe just so you know.”

If he wasn’t driving you figured he’d probably be listing off reasons on his fingers to better prove his point.

“Three, you’re upset. Need I go on?”

“How do you know I’m ‘upset’,” you asked him in air quotes before quickly putting your arms back around yourself. “And how does getting into a car fix that, exactly?

“Well, the car can’t help with you being upset probably, but getting into the car is a good first step.” His tone was teasing before it shifted into something more serious. “And I saw you at the party, arguing-“

You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your mouth. “Of course. I should’ve known.”

Despite saying it quiet enough for the rain to drown it out, Keeho still heard you somehow.

“Should’ve known what?”

“My brother put you up to this, right? He forced you to come look for me because I left.”

It was Keeho’s turn to scoff. “You know, contrary to what you may think, I’m not always at your brother’s beck and call.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” You tried to speed up your walking, hoping that was the end of the conversation.

Keeho accelerated slightly, first going past you and slowing back to a speed that matched yours.

“What did you mean by that,” he asked.

“Oh, come on, Keeho. You know that you guys have been inseparable since we were all kids and I don’t really think college has changed that.”

To your surprise, Keeho laughed. “God, as smart as you are, I’d have thought you’d know better by now.”

It was your turn to be the confused one. “Elaborate?”

“If we were as inseparable as you say, don’t you think your brother would be my roommate? We’d be sharing the same space, right? If we really have to be together all the time.”

Keeho had a good point (but you’d never tell him that). Your brother still lived at home with your parents, claiming that it was less expensive that way since apartments were ‘overrated and not worth it’ in his words.

So yeah, come to think of it, you actually hadn’t seen him and Keeho hanging out in person a lot lately.

“We aren’t kids anymore,” he continued when you hadn’t responded. “And you shouldn’t treat me like one just because you're older.”

You weren’t backing down. “3 years is still a pretty big gap-”

“Oh sure it is - if I was 17 and you were 20. I’m 23 and you're 26, there’s really no need to consider age in the equation at all.”

You sighed loudly, finally turning to face the car. Keeho hit the brake and leaned forward with his body angled over the passenger seat so he could see you better.

“Where are you going with this? Or is it all just mindless chatter?” You were still stalling for time before you’d probably cave and just get in the car; questions were your best bet for that right now.

That signature smirk was slapped across his face. “Always assuming I’m up to no good.”

“Keeho.”

“Look, I came after you because I saw you both arguing and you stormed out, clearly not doing well. I’m your friend too - or at least, I’d like to believe I am,” he cut himself off for a moment, almost like he wasn’t sure how to continue. “And I care about you. Honestly right now, I couldn’t give any less of a fuck about what your brother thinks.”

Well that certainly threw you for a loop.

“Why?”

“Why what,” he asked, leaning more across the seat where you could finally see his face, clearly illuminated by the streetlight you had stopped under.

“Why me over him? Isn’t he the one you’re loyal to?”

Keeho groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “For the love of- would you please just get in the car? I can tell you anything you want to know, just please stop standing in the rain getting fucking soaked.”

Again, he made a good point. And now that he’d stated he wasn’t doing this for your brother (jury was still out on if you believed that or not) you figured it wouldn’t do you any harm to get in the car.

A loud crack of thunder overhead made your decision for you, causing you to nearly fall all over yourself to get into the car. You landed in the seat with a wet thud, cringing instantly at how your clothes were clinging to your skin.

Keeho let out what sounded like a content sigh. “Finally.” He turned up the heat in the car and put it in park.

“Don’t want you getting sick, if we’re still able to avoid that at this rate.” He picked up your hands that were in your lap and held them up to the vents on the dashboard.

“You were rubbing your hands together outside and they feel like fucking ice so hold them here for a bit.”

“Is it really a good idea to stay parked on the street?”

Keeho shrugged. “Not a big deal. This street doesn’t usually get too busy at night, and they can just go around me.”

You nodded at the reasoning as you slowly started to regain feeling in your hands again. Another boom of thunder made you jump, which unfortunately for you did not go unnoticed by Keeho.

“You still scared of thunderstorms?”

His tone was light so logically you knew he was genuinely just curious. However, you were very defensive about this subject in particular, so you weren’t taking it that way.

“Yes. And don’t you dare try and tease me about it.” You crossed your arms and looked out the passenger side window.

Keeho chuckled softly. “No judgment here. Of all the things I want to tease you about, your fears aren’t on that list.”

That got your attention.

You turned to face him again, noticing how he had unbuckled his seatbelt so he could angle himself more toward you.

“What was that?”

“What was what,” he asked, smile stretching across his face again.

“That you just said, about teasing - what was it?”

“Hmm, not sure I know what you’re talking about. Maybe you misheard?” His eyes crinkled with the force of his smile and it almost made you crack.

“Wow, skipping straight over teasing and into gaslighting territory. I expected better from you, Keeho,” you tossed the ball back into his court, anticipating he would go even further.

“Ok whoa, first of all, I would never gaslight anyone, ever. That’s shit’s awful. Secondly: why do you wanna know the ways I want to tease you?”

Wait. Pause. Hold it.

“First, it was things you wanted to tease me about. Now it’s the ways you want to tease me?”

Keeho’s ‘oh shit’ expression almost made you laugh.

“Which one do you want to explain first because I’m gonna need clarification.”

“Oh, well, um I guess, uh…” Keeho stuttered. “Fuck, I don’t know how to talk myself back from that, actually.”

You didn’t hold back your laughter then. “Ok fine, pick one and explain that one to me.”

He tapped his chin. “Yeah, I can work with that. Ok: the things I want to tease you about. You ready?”

You nodded, trying to shrug off the thought that you were hoping he’d tell you about the ways instead.

Keeho leaned closer and it suddenly felt like he was very much in your space. It also felt like you very much did not mind that.

He smirked, looking way too good for the proximity he was in.

“Everything.”

That one word alone changed the trajectory of your entire night then, and you knew it.

Keeho knew it, too.

“Well? Is that a satisfactory enough answer for you?” Keeho was still smirking as he leaned back into his seat and away from you, letting you breathe properly once more.

“Um, y-yeah. That’ll do for now, even though it’s vague.” You started off weak but ended it strong, still trying to keep up the banter you two had going so you could hopefully avoid… whatever direction this was heading in.

You could practically feel him rolling his eyes. “I really never can win with you, can I?”

“Nope, I’m a hard one to please.”

Keeho just stared at you for a second before he nodded in acknowledgment.

“Good to know.”

“Wait, what-”

Keeho interrupted you before you could finish. “So, where am I dropping you off? I’m not sure where you're staying these days, but I could take you to your parents’ place if you want.”

“Please no, anywhere but there.” The chance of running into your brother again tonight - despite it being highly unlikely since he usually crashed at the parties he went to - was not something you wanted to risk in the slightest. Your parents were the reason you were in this mess in the first place, making you find your brother and attempt to bring him back since he wasn’t supposed to be out while ‘grounded.’

And yes, if anyone asked your parents, they’d say it was completely fine to ground a 23 year old for misbehaving. You couldn’t argue with that sometimes, because your brother could really get up to some heinous shit.

Maybe that’s why Keeho hasn’t been around him as much…?

“Say no more, parents’ house is a no-go.” Keeho paused, almost looking shy for a moment. “I can take you to your place then, if you don’t mind me having the address.”

You wouldn’t mind giving Keeho your address, but the thought of going home right now also didn’t seem too appealing.

Apparently you took too long to answer because Keeho started backtracking. “Or we could just stay here in the car, whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

Not missing the opportunity to tease him again, you jerked your thumb toward the window and settled for saying “So if I’m most comfortable with walking in the rain-”

Keeho pressed something on his door.

“Keeho… what did you just do?”

“Activated the child locks.”

“Child… child locks? What happened to ‘we aren’t kids anymore,’ hm?” You were trying so hard not to burst out laughing at his attempt to keep the situation in his control.

“Whatever keeps you in this car and not getting ill from the rain is something I’m willing to use.”

You chanced opening the door to see if he truly had pressed the child locks, and you were mildly surprised to see the door opened with ease.

Keeho was quick to grab onto your arm closest to him; not forcefully at all, but enough to stop your movement and have you close the door again.

“Ok so maybe it was the window lock instead, but I’d really rather you just let me drive you somewhere so you don’t have to walk and I know you’re safe.”

Before you could even formulate a thought about how to respond, a roar of thunder followed by a long streak of lightning made you curl into yourself.

“Hey, it’s ok, you’re ok,” Keeho tried to comfort you with a pat on your shoulder. He kept his hand there and the touch was somewhat calming.

”Thank you,” you answered in a small voice before you cleared your throat. “Um, I actually kinda don’t really want to be alone tonight with it storming like this so if it’s ok…”

As you trailed off, Keeho buckled his seatbelt and pressed the brake again to shift the car in drive.

”Buckle up and we’ll head to my place.”

The air in the apartment was chilly, making you shiver even more once you stepped through the door. Cold air mixed with being soaked to the bone was not what you’d call ideal conditions, that was for sure.

“Shit, my roommate probably turned the AC way down before they left. Stay here, I’ll go fix it real quick.”

Keeho placed a hand on your shoulder briefly as he walked past you. It was just the barest of touches, but you found yourself shivering once again.

Must be the AC. That had to be the only explanation.

Keeho was back in front of you just as you heard the AC clicking off. He smiled like he was proud of what he’d done, and you smiled back in thanks.

“I appreciate it,” you rubbed your hands along your arms to try and facilitate warmth - unfortunately to no avail.

“I appreciate you actually listening to reason and coming back with me.”

You rolled your eyes. “So where am I gonna be staying tonight?”

Keeho’s hint of a smile dropped slightly. “Oh, uh… I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

The poor boy looked like he needed help coming up with an answer so you decided to give him grace this one time.

“A spare room? A couch? An air mattress, maybe?”

Keeho rubbed the back of his neck as he contemplated the options.

“Our air mattress is busted so that’s out. The only other room in here is my roommate’s and he’s gone for the weekend, but I don’t think you’d like sleeping there very much. He also probably wouldn’t be too fond of the idea…”

You scanned the area until your eyes landed on the couch against the wall in what looked like the living room. “What about there?”

Keeho nodded but was frowning. “That’s a place, yeah. It’s just very uncomfortable and I want guests to enjoy themselves when they’re here.”

You clutched your chest in feigned hurt. “But I thought we were friends? Now I’m just a guest?”

Keeho smiled, catching on. “Nope, you’re definitely at the friend level. So your comfort matters even more to me because of that.”

Well, shit. You talked yourself into that one.

“So I’ll take the couch tonight and you can have my bed, if that’s cool. It’s clean - I promise.”

You didn’t doubt it for a second - you’d never known Keeho to just leave messes lying around - but you didn’t want to kick him out of his own bed.

“Keeho, I can have the couch, I swear it’s fine-”

He shook his head with finality. “I’m not having you sleeping out here all night when you’ve already been through enough as it is. Speaking of,” Keeho trailed off as he scanned your figure. “You're still drenched.”

“Oh,” was your brilliant response.

“If you, uh, want to take a shower or something, you can. I can grab a towel and whatever else you need?”

“Sounds great except I don’t have a change of clothes,” you shuffled your feet a little, noticing how water seeped out and onto the floor. You felt bad for that now as well.

“Oh, right. Well, you can… borrow some of mine? If you’re ok with that?”

The offer made you smile. “Yeah, I think that’ll work.”

Keeho gave you two thumbs up, something you knew he did when he was feeling a little awkward about what had just happened. “Got it, yeah, so I’ll just um… go get everything set up for you. The shower is in my bedroom, but there’s a door so it’s not just open or anything-”

You could see him spiraling in real time, so you reached out to touch his arm to get him to stop. “Hey, look at me for a second?”

Keeho looked at you and you could see how he was breathing a little faster from the rambling he’d just done.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Thank you. Seriously.”

Keeho’s eyebrows unfurrowed and he seemed visibly calmer. “Right. I’ll uh, I’ll be back.”

You waited for Keeho to finish up in the bathroom, choosing to take in your surroundings now that you were by yourself. The apartment looked about like what you’d expect from Keeho, and it got you wondering if his bedroom would be the same-

“Everything’s all set up now,” Keeho returned with a grin. “You can go whenever you want and I’ll just stay out here or something.”

”Sounds great,” you made one move with your foot and immediately winced at all the water that started dripping onto the hardwood floor underneath you.

No way in hell were you tracking this through the carpet. You’d rather go home than do that.

”Um, Keeho?”

”Yeah, what’s up?” His back had been turned to you while he was looking for something in the kitchen area.

”I, uh, I don’t really know how to get to the bathroom.”

”Oh right, duh. It would help if I told you. My bedroom is the first door on the right down that hallway.”

”Um, well what I mean is,” you watched him walk back over to where you were standing. “I don’t want to get water everywhere.”

Keeho looked like a lightbulb just went off in his brain. “Oh shit, yeah, that would be kinda bad. Uh…I could carry you?”

”I mean,” you kept your composure despite the offer making your face heat up, “I’m not opposed necessarily but wouldn’t that still drip water onto the floor?”

“Good point. I mean, the carpet shouldn’t get that messed up…maybe.”

”How about instead,” you braced yourself for the words that were about to come out of your mouth, “I can take my shoes and clothes off out here? Just the outer layer that’s soaked.”

You were looking at the floor, cheeks burning hot and the suggestion that you came up with. Keeho didn’t say anything for a moment, and when you finally glanced at him it looked like he was trying to restart his thinking process.

”Oh um, yeah, sure, if that’s how you want to do this. I’ll just, uh…go get the towel I laid out for you.”

He practically jogged to the bathroom to retrieve the towel, making you giggle at the action.

Within a few seconds he was back, towel held in a firm grasp. “Here, I’ll go uh- I’ll go back in my room and stare at the wall. Like, the other wall. Not the wall connected to the bathroom. Um, anyway, just… come through whenever you’re ready.

Keeho didn’t even give you a chance to respond before he was walking back to his room. He shut the door almost all the way behind him, leaving it cracked the smallest amount.

With Keeho out of the room, you got to work stripping down. Thankfully, your bra and underwear weren’t too terribly wet, so you could put them back on underneath his clothes when you were done with your shower. You left your shoes, socks, and drenched layer of clothing by the door to the apartment, piling as much of it onto the doormat as you could.

Once you had the towel wrapped tightly around you, still over your undergarments, you walked over to Keeho’s door and knocked on the wood twice. Keeho mumbled some sort of affirmation and you went inside.

True to his word, Keeho was facing the complete opposite way of the bedroom door and the bathroom. You didn’t see light from his phone or anything, so he was likely just sitting there staring at the wall, like he said he would. He fidgeted a small bit once he could tell you were in the room, shifting his weight from one side to the other where he was sat on his bed.

You couldn’t help but smile. The way he was going out of his way to make sure you were as comfortable as possible tugged at your heart a little bit, but you tried to ignore it.

This was your baby brother’s best friend. A friend who is even younger than your brother (although not by much). The last thing you needed was to get caught up in something with Keeho that could wreck both your and his relationship with your brother.

More for Keeho’s sake, really, since you were more distant with your brother these days.

Did you think Keeho was cute? Absolutely. Did you guys get along pretty well? You do, and have for a long time.

Was it worth it to see if there could be something more?

That was something you’d wondered a few times before and may never get the answer to.

Before you could self-reflect more on a currently non-existent problem you proceeded to the bathroom to take your shower.

You didn’t look to see what clothes he laid out for you until you were done, noticing as you exited the shower that he left you a large red t-shirt and a pair of dark basketball shorts.

The shirt fit fine since you preferred oversized shirts anyway for sleeping. The shorts, though… they didn’t have a tie or anything so the waistband was a little loose, meaning there wasn’t really a way for you to keep them on comfortably.

Were you really about to step back into Keeho’s bedroom looking like you have nothing but his shirt on? Well, yes.

No time like the present and all that.

You knocked on the bathroom door to signal to Keeho that you were about to come out and once he let you know it was alright, you took a deep breath before you turned the door handle.

As soon as your eyes landed on him, your mouth went dry.

Keeho was sprawled out on the bed, changed into a pair of gray sweatpants with a black tank top. His dark hair, tinted with blue highlights, was still a little damp from the rain, by the looks of it. He had one hand behind his head while the other was in front of him, scrolling away on his phone.

You remembered the day you saw his new blue hair look for the first time - you only went mildly insane.

And now, with all of this combined, he looked…a lot better than you’d anticipated, that was for sure. Of course, the last time you’d seen him in any form even close to this was…well, never, actually. At least not since you two grew up.

When you shut the door back behind you Keeho finally looked up. His eyes met yours and he suddenly dropped his phone. It landed on his chest before sliding down onto the bed, forgotten.

“Oh, uh, hey.” He cleared his throat and tried to avert his eyes. “How was the shower? Find everything ok?”

You giggled as you walked over to the bed. “Yes, thank you. I found all the essentials easily since they were all in one convenient place.”

“Right, I forgot I put them there, ha. Anyways, I’ll just um,” Keeho jerked his thumb towards the door, “go so you can have your privacy.” He phrased it like a question.

“Do you want to go,” was your response.

“Do you want me to go?”

“Keeho, it’s your place. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” The words tumbled out before you could realize what you’d just implied.

You could’ve sworn you heard Keeho mumble ‘fuck’ under his breath before he gave you an answer.

“What I want is for you to be comfortable. And since it’s still storming, you’ll probably feel better in here because it’s louder out there with the couch being by a window.”

Shit, you’d forgotten about the storm momentarily. “Makes sense,” you responded, looking out of the doorway of Keeho’s bedroom.

Keeho sat up straighter to push himself off of the bed. You definitely weren’t watching the way his arm muscles flexed with the movement. “I made some tea while you were showering; if you want some, it’s in the kitchen. I left out a cup for you but please don’t feel obligated.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at how nice he was being. This is what you’d been missing out on for a few years because you counted him as ‘off-limits’ before?

“Thanks, Kee. I might grab some before I finally fall asleep.”

Keeho smiled brightly. “Been a long time since you’ve called me that. I’ve missed it.”

You tried to remember the last time you’d referred to him like that and figured it had to be since before he left for college. So, yeah, it had been a while.

“Well, I’ll be out there if you need anything,” Keeho continued, walking over to where you stood. At the same moment, a roaring crack of thunder sounded overhead, making you jump and start to fall over.

Keeho being Keeho, of course, was there to catch you instantly. He wrapped his arms around you and embraced you in a hug. You were shivering and he could tell, so he held you tighter.

You decided to say fuck it and just go for it.

“Kee?”

“Hm,” he hummed in response. You could feel the vibration of the hum throughout his chest since that’s currently where your face was.

“Would it be alright if you…stayed with me? At least until the storm subsides?”

You felt Keeho stiffen somewhat before he relaxed again.

“Yeah, whatever you need. I can like, grab a chair or something and set it in here-”

“Don’t be silly,” you pulled back so you could smile at him. “Your bed is big enough for the two of us, don’t you think?”

Keeho looked taken aback. “You sure that’s ok?”

“Wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t.”

“Cool, yeah, cool. Ok so let’s just- yeah.” Keeho led the both of you back to the bed. “Take whatever side you want.”

You laid down in the middle of the bed and stretched out just to be difficult. “What about here?”

Keeho finally cracked a smile, and you were thankful to see it. There was a sort of tension that had settled in the air since you first asked him to stay, and you were trying to dissolve it as soon as possible.

“Don’t think you’ll want half of me on top of you later so that might not be the best place.” Keeho gently nudged your leg so he could get onto the bed. You rolled over to give him more room, laying on your stomach now with your eyes closed while you sighed deeply.

When you finally opened them again, Keeho was looking at you - well, rather, he was looking at a part of you. Up until that point, you’d been completely unaware that moving made his shirt ride up your thighs.

“Oh shit,” you quickly moved to pull his shirt down in the back. “Sorry, the shorts didn’t fit so I just figured I’d go without.”

“Huh?” Keeho looked up at your face, almost like he was dazed.

You laughed. “Eyes up here, Kee. And what I was saying is your shorts were too big so I left them off. Hope you don’t mind?”

“You have no idea how much I don’t mind,” he smirked at you and suddenly, the tables didn’t seem to be turned in your favor anymore.

You quickly turned your head the other way so he couldn’t see the way your cheeks started to flush. “Right, well, glad we cleared that up! Goodnight then.”

Keeho laughed, the sound quiet but still comforting. He grabbed a blanket that was at the edge of the bed and draped it over you. “Night.”

You felt Keeho shift on his side, thinking he probably turned the opposite way as well. There was a lamp on his nightstand that he hadn’t turned off yet, and it was the only thing still really providing illumination in the room.

It wasn’t even 5 minutes later before you felt Keeho shift again and softly call your name.

“Yeah,” you responded as you turned to face him. He looked…nervous.

“This is a safe space, right?”

You chuckled. “I don’t know, it’s your room so you tell me.”

Keeho groaned. “I didn’t mean it as in the physical space - although it is safe in here, don’t get me wrong-”

“Kee, focus.” You interrupted his spiral again, not wanting him to overthink and back down from whatever he was trying to say.

He took a deep breath. “Right, ok. Can I say something blunt?”

Your heartbeat quickened, not sure where this was headed. “Yes?”

Keeho moved closer with a smile, tugging slightly on the end of one of your sleeves - one of his sleeves.

“I gotta say,” he trailed his eyes up your figure, starting from where you caught him looking earlier. “You look really fucking good in my clothes.”

You stopped breathing for a second. This is the closest Keeho had ever really come to flirting with you. The most he’d done in recent years since you both became adults is tease you relentlessly, but you always shrugged it off as he just liked to get on your nerves (endearingly).

You regained your composure, trying to look unaffected when you answered him.

“Do you say that to all the girls you manage to get into your bed?”

Keeho wasn’t phased. “If I’m being honest-”

“Because it won’t work on me. I’m different.” You almost cringed at hearing yourself say those words even though you meant them in a completely other context than you hear most people use it in.

Keeho stared at you more intently this time. “What I was going to say,” he felt the fabric of the sleeve again between his fingertips, “is no, I don’t just say that to ‘girls I get in my bed.’”

“But you’re right about one thing, “ he continued, face lit up beautifully by the warm glow of the lamp beside him, “you are different. And that’s why I’ll say it to you.”

You’d started leaning closer to him as well without realizing it, his touch through the shirt driving you crazy. “Keeho, where are you going with this?”

He smiled, full of reassurance. “Wherever you want.”

You ached to cross that line, to break that boundary. But something was still keeping you back.

“What if what I want isn’t right,” your voice came out small.

Keeho’s smile faded. “What do you mean by not right?”

You sighed. “I’m older than you, for starters. And I know you don’t typically go for people older than you.”

Keeho tilted his head at your admission. You figured he never knew you still kept up with him outside of the times you actually saw each other in person, and he didn’t know that your brother let that particular bit of information slip once in conversation.

“Keeho would never want to date you - he probably sees you as a hag. He wants someone younger, so don’t even try.” The words from your brother still stung today, and what’s worse is they were completely unwarranted. All you’d done is ask how Keeho was liking college, and your brother just blurted out that in response.

“Also, and more importantly, you’re my brother’s best friend. That’s like…some kind of betrayal or something.”

“What is, what betrayal are you talking about?” Keeho looked like he was really trying to understand, which made this conversation much more difficult.

You steadied yourself before you finally gave him your answer. “The way I want you.”

Keeho closed his eyes like he was trying to gather his thoughts. His hand dropped from your shirt. “Unbelievable.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I was hoping that one day, you’d stop seeing me as a kid or just an extension of your brother. I wanted you to see me for me, because I’ve only ever seen you that way.” His eyes were open again, and they looked full of purpose.

“Keeho, what-”

“My point is, whatever you think about me because of my age and me being friends with your brother: don’t.” This was the most serious you’d ever seen him. The usual teasing, easy-going Keeho was nowhere to be found right now.

He reached out to rest his hand against your cheek. You leaned into the touch, welcoming the warmth that he radiated.

“I want you. And I’m not afraid to say that. There’s something there, I know there is,” Keeho kept going. “And I’ve known that for a while, at least on my end.”

“How long have you known,” you asked him with curiosity, but the way his hand moved from your cheek to the side of your neck really wasn’t helping you’re trying to stay calm during all of this.

Keeho hummed in thought. “Probably since right before I went to college.”

You gasped. “So when you were…”

“17. And you were 20. I knew that back then obviously there was no way - but I’d always hoped that one day maybe there’d be a chance.”

This information hit you like a tidal wave and threatened to pull you under. Keeho had been crushing on you for at least 5 years, and you had no idea to what extent until now.

All those times you thought he was just being ‘flirty’ he may have been actually flirting. You always shrugged it off before because why wouldn’t you?

He called your name again to pull you out of your thoughts.

“Need you to talk to me. I can’t read your mind,” his eyes had softened while he was talking to you. “Which is probably a good thing because I don’t know if your brain ever shuts the fuck off.”

You scoffed and shoved him playfully, his hand never leaving the side of your neck while he tried to dodge you.

“I…don’t really know what to say right now. I had no idea you felt that way- or at least that you felt that strongly.”

“I know,” Keeho answered dramatically. “I can’t tell you how frustrating that’s been over this last year especially. None of my pick-up lines worked on you and it had me like ‘damn, is my game really that bad?’”

You started laughing. “Oh my god, no, it’s not that. I just always thought you were teasing me.”

“I was! In a flirtatious manner!”

“I see that now,” you countered. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

Keeho rolled his eyes. “Look, the past is the past, what matters is right now. And right now,” he continued, rubbing his thumb along your neck while the rest of his hand stayed in place, “I need to know what you want.”

A spark of desire settled in your core. You wanted Keeho. But you were still worried.

“If you decide you don’t feel the same,” Keeho went on before you could respond, “I can turn over and we can forget this ever happened. Well- you can forget this ever happened. I don’t think I’ll be that lucky.” His sweet smile then almost broke your heart.

Your words were failing you, so you did the only thing you could think of: you moved closer. You were directly in each other’s space now, and the movement made Keeho’s breath hitch.

“Do you want this,” Keeho said, just above a whisper. “Do you want me?”

You nodded before you could give it too much thought. The grin that lit up Keeho’s face made everything worth it.

“Then, can I kiss you?” He was still talking quietly, his lips close enough that the barest of movements would have closed the distance.

You moved to nod again but Keeho shook his head. “Words, baby. Need to hear you say it.”

“Please,” you answered, ready to cross that point of no return.

He smiled and leaned in. There was no turning back.

Keeho kissed gentler than you were expecting. The way he always threw himself into everything he did is also how you thought he would start off with this, but he was set on taking his time. His lips moved against yours slowly, almost like he was trying to commit how you felt to memory. As if he may not get another chance like this and wanted to make the most of it.

Kissing Keeho felt good. It felt great, even. But most of all, kissing Keeho felt right.

You tried to wrap your arms around his neck but had some trouble due to the angle. He took the hint to resituate the two of you, all while his lips never left yours. The new position had Keeho hovering on top of you, resting one forearm on the bed while the other hand still made itself at home on your neck. When you threaded your hand through his hair, you could sense the shift.

He kissed you with more urgency now, his hand starting to wander down lower. When you felt his fingers softly brush against your thigh, you couldn’t control the noise you let out.

Keeho groaned in response. “Fuck, you sound so pretty. Always figured you would.”

He started trailing more kisses down your neck as you let out a laugh. “So you’ve pictured this before?”

Keeho looked at you with a face that could only be saying ‘Are you kidding me?’ You responded with an eyebrow raise, wanting him to answer you with words.

“Of course I have.”

Oh. Well that was a bit more honesty than you were expecting right out the gate.

“I’ve pictured this, dreamt about this…,” he trailed off to drag his lips up closer to your ear, voice lower as he continued, “gotten off thinking about this."

You gasped, feeling Keeho smile against your neck at his ability to pull another reaction out of you.

“I’d ask you the same question, but I think I already know the answer.” His tone sounded teasing, but you could tell he really was curious. You felt it was only fair to give him what he wanted.

“I…may have thought about this a time or two.”

The speed with which Keeho lifted his head almost had you reeling. His eyes were wide as he simply asked, “Really? You’re not fucking with me, are you?”

“Cross my heart.” You did the motion with your hand, drawing an imaginary ‘X’ over your chest. This was something that meant a lot to both of you growing up, and it definitely wasn’t something either of you said lightly.

At your admission Keeho dove in to kiss you again, lips moving almost hungrily, his hand now gripping your thigh.

His fingers moved subtly but still didn’t inch higher yet, despite how much you wanted them to. It dawned on you then that Keeho may be hesitating.

“Kee?” You pulled back from him and placed a hand on his cheek, watching as he evened out his breathing from the attack he’d just launched on your mouth.

“Is something wrong,” you continued, since you wanted him to feel comfortable if either of you were going to do anything even remotely past this point.

Keeho shook his head but his eyes said otherwise. Before you could ask him to elaborate, he beat you to it.

“It’s not that something’s wrong. Things couldn’t be more right than they are now, in my opinion.“ His last sentence was almost mumbled out, like you weren’t supposed to hear it.

“I just… need to know. Before this goes on.” His tone was serious, eyes set again with determination. “What does this mean to you?”

The question took you off guard. “What do you mean?”

“You know how I feel, what this,” he gestured between the two of you in the little space that was still left, “means to me. I need to know if it’s the same for you.”

You weren’t sure how much of you ‘knowing how he felt’ was true, because you’d just learned recently that he had a crush on you. Initially, you thought that maybe this was just about sex and not much more than that, crush be damned. Keeho just seemed like that might be what he preferred - no attachment, no feelings.

For fuck’s sake, you didn’t even know if he was dating anyone. Hell, he hadn’t even asked you if you were dating someone.

You both had just kinda jumped into this because the moment felt right, but you were having second thoughts now.

“Wait,” you tried to lean back and put more distance between the two of you. Keeho looked hurt for a moment but masked it quickly - something you knew him to (unfortunately) be good at. His hand left your thigh and he waited for you to go on.

“Are you involved with anyone?”

“Involved?” Now Keeho was confused instead. “Involved like- oh. No, I’m not. The fuck?”

You almost raised your hands up in defense but thought it better that you didn’t. “Just making sure! I wasn’t sure what your relationship status was these days.” You crossed your arms and looked to the side.

Keeho called your name to pull your attention back to him.

“Do you actually think I would have driven beside you on the sidewalk during a thunderstorm, let you stay in my apartment, and initiate any of this if I was dating someone?”

He had a good point. Even still, it’s always good to check.

“Before you answer, it’s a trick question because yes, I would do those first things without hesitation because I care about you. What I wouldn’t do,” Keeho moved closer, once again limiting the distance that kept you apart, “is this.”

He tilted your chin upwards and his lips brushed against yours softly. It was just once, but once was enough to convey what he was trying to say.

“And I didn’t think to ask you the same because I knew as soon as I was blunt with you I‘d find out. There’s no way you’d be down to mess around with me while you’re not single.”

Another good point from Keeho. He really was throwing you for a loop tonight.

You swallowed audibly, his stare making you feel squirmy. “Right, ok, um- glad that’s settled then.”

“You still haven’t answered my question, though.”

You knew he was right, you couldn’t keep avoiding it. But what did this mean to you? The only thing you could think of at the moment was what finally ended up leaving your mouth.

“I don’t think it means the same to me as it does to you.” It was like you could physically feel Keeho deflating in front of you. “But… that doesn’t mean it can’t with time.”

Why were you telling him that - what purpose did it serve other than to give him hope?

Before you could think about it too much, you watched as Keeho smiled so wide that it looked like it almost hurt. One day you might feel bad for the emotional whiplash you were putting this boy through, but today was not that day.

“I can work with that.” The words barely left Keeho’s mouth before he was again on top of you, now holding himself up with his forearms on either side of you. He was caging you in now, the only sound between you two being both your slightly accelerated breathing.

Keeho didn’t waste anymore time, moving in to kiss you with what seemed like all the feeling he could muster. His tongue slipped past the seam of your lips and you granted him access easily, just as eager to taste him as he was you.

Your hands flew up, one landing on the side of his neck while the other cradled his face. Keeho let out a small mmph against your lips at the movement, the sound sweet to your ears. It had you wishing to hear more, to hear every kind of sound Keeho could make with his pretty mouth.

Your lips still moved in sync with each other as you felt one of Keeho’s hands traveling down. It flitted across your ribcage on its way to its destination, making you move ever so slightly underneath him.

Finally, Keeho reached what he was looking for, still kissing you the entire time he’d been searching with his hand. He had a fistful of the shirt now in his grasp, pulling it up some at the bottom.

“You wearing anything under here?” Keeho sounded out of breath as he playfully skimmed his fingers along the hem of your - his - shirt. “Or was your intention to drive me crazy guessing the whole time?”

“Seems like a good idea to find out, hm?” Giving back what Keeho was dishing out; this you could do. As long as that was where you drew the line and you didn’t get too involved or too attached, you could do this and not overthink it.

His hand started to travel underneath the shirt, the touch light but purposeful, and within moments he had one of your thighs shaking at the sensation. You wanted to cover your face once you saw Keeho’s smirk but in your current position that proved impossible. So instead, you turned your head as far to the side as you could, making him laugh at your stubbornness.

“C’mon, baby, don’t be that way. I love seeing the effect I have on you.” He placed kisses on your neck before continuing, going all the way up to your ear. “And besides,” he tugged on your earlobe with his teeth, “there’s no way you can’t already feel what you’re doing to me.”

You shuddered as Keeho ground himself against you so you could feel how hard he was. The movement also caused him to groan right beside your ear, clearly taking him by surprise.

“Fuck, ok I didn’t think that through at all but you get my point. Guess I just can’t think straight when you’re under me like this.”

If this man didn’t stop talking to you like this-

You needed to shift this more in your favor.

“What about if I’m on top of you instead?” You asked him so sweetly and the way his eyes briefly closed didn’t go unnoticed by you.

The way Keeho scrambled to lie flat next to you on the bed had you laughing. He didn’t give you long to collect yourself though before he was tugging on your arm to pull you up on him. You situated yourself to where you were straddling Keeho, his hands immediately falling to your waist as if he was afraid to let you go.

The large tent in his sweatpants was hard to miss. You wanted to tease him more since you were the one with the upper hand now, so you very lightly brushed against him. Keeho’s hands gripped you harder, and you weren’t sure if it was involuntary or more of a warning.

“Is this ok?” You had to check before going further; despite all the moves he’d been making on you that you’d been reciprocating, neither of you had actually mentioned moving past this point yet.

“Is this ok,” he echoed your question. “You’re asking me if this,” he squeezed your waist for emphasis, “is ok?”

You simply nodded, skin starting to feel hot from his touch even if it was still just through the shirt.

Keeho chuckled. “What kind of fucking question- of course it’s ok! If you’re good, I’m good. So,” he moved your hips for you, making you brush against him again, “shit, what’s it gonna be?”

You took his hands that were still wrapped around you and placed them under the shirt you were wearing, right above your hips. Before he could even register what happened you leaned forward, feeling him harden even more underneath you.

“Whatever you want,” was your response as you captured his mouth in a heated kiss. Keeho’s hands traveled up and splayed across your back, pulling you in as close as you could get. You rubbed against him from your current position - still straddling but bent over on top of him - and you felt as his fingers started curling against your back. It was almost like he wanted to scratch down your back but was thinking better of it.

The little noises he let out against your mouth were driving you insane. At some point all of your movement had shifted you downward somewhat, and soon enough you felt him right against your core. The sensation was a lot stronger than you were expecting since you both were still clothed, and you couldn’t help the blatant moan that escaped your lips.

“Fuck,” Keeho pulled away from kissing you so you both could catch your breath. “Need that, more of that please.”

“What - this?” You were still moving your hips so you made sure that the next sound you let out was right by his ear, completely uninhibited. Keeho jerked underneath you, making him rub right against your clit through the thin layers of clothing that separated you.

Keeho tugged on the bottom hem of the shirt. “Can I?”

You sat up so he had better access to remove your shirt, leaving you in only your bra and panties once he tossed it aside. The way his eyes widened dramatically caused a funny feeling to flutter through your chest. He looked you up and down, hands on your legs moving mindlessly as he did.

“Wow,” Keeho sounded stunned. You tried not to let it go to your head, even though your face was heating up. “So much better than in my dreams.”

That made you laugh. “Glad to know I exceed expectations.”

“I knew you would. You’ve always been the type to blow everyone away.” Keeho’s smile and praise were making your chest feel odd again, like your heart was trying to do flips.

“Can’t believe I get to see you like this,” he pulled you closer and placed a kiss right above your collarbone. “Feel you like this,” his hands were on your back again, this time sliding up to where your bra could be unlatched.

A quick raise of his eyebrow was enough for you to know what he was asking. You nodded and he went to work, having a little trouble with the hooks at first, making you giggle at his focused face.

“Let me,” you offered as you reached behind yourself and undid the hooks in one seamless motion.

“What the fuck, how did you do that,” Keeho just kept staring at you baffled as you slid the bra straps down your arms. “No, seriously, how is that possible?”

You shrugged as you were holding the bra up by its cups now, not ready to reveal to him just yet. “Years of practice. It’s really not that impressive.” Before Keeho could protest, you asked another question since your curiosity was now piqued. “Wait, have you- have you never seen someone do that before?”

Keeho looked like he was actually thinking back on it. “Well…not that I can remember. But I also haven’t ever paid that much attention before.”

“Your usual hook-ups aren’t like this?” Kind of a weird question for you to ask the man you were currently trying to hook up with, but what’s the harm in asking, right?

“My usual hook-ups aren’t you.”

Oh.

That’s-

“Oh,” was your brilliant response. Keeho just smiled.

“Are you done asking me about my previous sex life now, or is there more you want to know? Curious about my stroke game, maybe?”

“Why are you like this,” you groaned, making him laugh. One of his hands rested soothingly against your thigh as he waited for your next move.

“Dunno - but you love that I’m like this anyway, so clearly it’s working.”

Since you couldn’t really argue with that, it was time to continue your mission you’d started before embarking on this small side quest.

“I’m not about to be the only one topless here.” You had removed one of your hands to grab at his tank top but the other one was still holding your bra in place. “Gonna help me change that?”

With no hesitation, Keeho did the stupidly attractive thing that guys do when they pull their shirts off by reaching behind them. You were met with the sight of Keeho and his bare chest within a moment, and honestly you weren’t sure what amount of time you would’ve needed to prepare for it.

Keeho was fucking hot. Full stop. You’d be crazy to deny it, no matter how much you didn’t want to inflate his ego.

You must’ve been ogling at him because soon enough he hit you with a “Like what you see?”

That smirk of his was lethal if you looked too long, so you rolled your eyes instead and placed your hand on one of his pecs. As you started to drag your hand down, you noticed how the speed of his breathing increased.

“Sensitive much?” You lightly brushed against one of his nipples, his movement then answering your question.

“Y-yeah, maybe a little bit,” Keeho was trying not to crack. “Also how is this fair now?”

You knew he was referring to your bra, so you let it drop. Once your chest was free, Keeho wasted no time in cupping one of your breasts.

“Pretty,” he mumbled as he squeezed one, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he continued. “What was it you said earlier - that you’re a ‘hard one to please’? Why don’t we test that theory?”

He gently closed his mouth around one of your nipples, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. He flicked his tongue against it, making you almost cry out at the feeling. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging ever so slightly like you were trying to keep yourself grounded.

Keeho lapped his tongue around you a few more times and you started squirming in his lap. The way you were rubbing right up against him fueled you to try harder, each move pulling you closer to the point of no return. Your panties were soaked and clinging to you, meaning you could really feel him almost as much as you would if your last bit of clothing were gone.

“Kee- Keeho,” you moaned his name when you felt one of his hands brush against your inner thigh. The resulting grunt he let out had you moving faster in his lap, eager to coax more sounds out of him.

He pulled off of you then with a small pop, lips still wet with spit as he stared at you.

“Fuck, I was not ready for that, holy shit.” Keeho ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face before it fell back into place. The black and blue strands were even more captivating up this close, with the warm light from the lamp washing over the both of you. “Never knew my name could sound so good coming from someone else.”

“You wanna see if you can make it happen again,” you taunted him as you placed both hands on his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. You felt his smile against your lips, enjoying the peaceful moment before a spark of pleasure shot through you.

Keeho was grabbing a bit rougher at your breast now than he had before, brushing your nipple with his thumb while you kissed. “Don’t worry,” he added as his unoccupied hand started moving closer to where you wanted him most. “I have no doubt I can make you say my name again.”

He stopped at the edge of your underwear, silently asking you again with his eyes if he could continue. You gave him another nod, probably a bit too eager if his chuckle was anything to go by.

Instead of going up under the clothing like you expected he might, he stroked against the outside first, placing pressure amongst one of the wetter spots.

“Shit, can already tell that you’re soaked. Maybe I do have some game after all,” Keeho was egging you on as he placed more pressure and moved his fingers in a circular motion. Unfortunately for you, it was right on your clit, so the stimulation was overwhelming.

“I swear to god if you don’t stop talking about your game-” you cut yourself off with a moan.

“What was that,” Keeho’s tone was so hot, you couldn’t even be bothered about him teasing you this way. “I couldn’t hear you over how much game I have.”

“Keeho,” you whined out his name, starting to grow impatient. You almost thought you could feel him twitch underneath you, but that would’ve been hard to tell since he was still wearing sweatpants.

“There she is,” he said it like he was praising you for doing a good job on something. “My name sounds so pretty when it’s coming from you.” He trailed kisses down your neck, stopping once he got to your breast again. A devious smile before he gave your nipple another small flick with his tongue.

“Can’t wait to hear you scream it later,” was the only warning you got before Keeho started making you see stars.

He pushed your panties to the side and shoved two fingers into you from the jump, the slide easy because of how absolutely fucking drenched you were. His other arm closed around you, pulling you closer which in turn pushed his fingers further inside. That combined with the way he was ravishing your breast - sometimes even biting your nipple gently - had you approaching your high much faster than you’d like to admit.

How was this man making you fall apart with just two fingers and his tongue? You hadn’t even seen his dick yet and here you were, shaking and moaning in his lap like you had absolutely no control over it.

The power of Keeho, you guessed.

The way he curled his fingers inside of you had you trembling, sounds kept tumbling out of you and mingled with the ones you could barely hear coming from him.

“Kee- Kee, wait.” You hated to stop him but you refused to cum like this. You needed something more - even if you weren’t sure what it was that you needed.

Keeho stopped moving his fingers but kept them inside of you, making you clench around them. He pulled his mouth off of you and answered with a “Hm?”

“Don’t wanna cum so soon,” you were slightly breathless. The way his face lit up at your words made that feeling in your chest constrict again.

“Wha- already? Wow, I’m doing way better than I thought I would at this point.”

That got your attention. “How did you think you were going to do?”

Keeho opened his mouth, shut it, then paused before he opened it again. “I don’t know, I never thought I’d get this far.”

He didn’t give you long to ponder over the familiar quote before he slowly started pumping his fingers in and out again, this time adding a third one to the mix. You’d thankfully calmed down some but he’d have you at the brink again in no time if you didn’t stop him.

“Keeho-”

“I’m right here, baby. Need to know what you want me to do,” a rough kiss before he continued, “how you want me to make you cum.”

You were about to put a muzzle on this man if he didn’t stop saying things that made your heart beat at an irrationally fast pace.

“I don’t know, just- not like this. You pick,” you handed the control back over to Keeho before realizing what you’d just done.

“You sure you want that?”

You nodded, eyes shut as you clenched around his fingers again. He slowly pulled them all the way out, leaving you immediately missing the feeling of having him - well, a part of him - inside of you.

“I just want you,” your eyes opened again as you answered him with conviction. “You choose, Kee.”

Keeho gulped. For the first time that night, it looked like he was at a loss for words. Instead of offering you an answer, he chose to put his fingers in his mouth. Keeho closed his eyes as he tasted you, the sight mesmerizing as he appeared to get lost in it.

“Fuck, you taste so good. God,” he lowered his voice as his eyes travelled down to where you were now uncovered, “it would fucking drive me crazy if I had it all the time, I’m calling it now.”

The idea flashed through your mind for barely a second before you were shoving it down into the deepest crevices of your brain.

Did Keeho want to do this again? Furthermore, did he want to keep doing it? Was this really the good idea you thought it was before all of this started kicking off?

Keeho’s voice pulled you out of your nearly-started spiral.

“Hey, you good there?” He was waving one hand in front of your face. “Was it what I said?”

“No, I’m good. Just wasn’t expecting that.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile, but you weren’t sure if he believed it or not.

“Sorry, I get kinda stupid with the shit I say when I’m pussy drunk. But also - I meant every word.”

This man was going to be the death of you somehow.

You tried to change the subject. “Aren’t these pants uncomfortable?” You palmed at the bulge that was straining against the fabric, resulting in an immediate reaction from Keeho.

“Fuck, ha, I mean they’re not the most comfortable, if you wanna take ‘em off we can-”

You shimmied back some so you were more-so straddling his thighs instead of his lap. With one more nod from Keeho you started to pull his sweatpants down by tugging on the waistband. You thought you had at least another layer of clothing between you and his dick after that but surprise, surprise.

Keeho was going commando. The small gasp you let out made Keeho cover his face with his hands for a second as he groaned into them.

“Care to explain?”

“Ok look, I thought I was sleeping on my own so I decided fuck it, why not. And then when you asked me to stay with you, I never thought this of all things would happen so it’s not like- I definitely didn’t plan this if that’s what you’re asking-”

You wrapped a hand around him to get him to stop and he shut up instantly. The power of that move might’ve gone to your head a little bit.

It dawned on you then just how big Keeho was. Like - he was packing. Talk about exceeding expectations. You could fit your whole hand around him, but you felt the fullness when you started stroking him.

“Fuck, uh, ok uh, do you want to do this or-” Keeho’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. “I was trying to make you cum so like, don’t worry about me, ha.”

“Well I’m not going to be the only one cumming, I can assure you of that.” You picked up your pace a little bit, relishing in the moan Keeho let out.

“Fuck, fuck, ok. Ah-”

With every sound that escaped Keeho’s lips, you could feel yourself aching to be full again. For now, though: this was way more entertaining.

“You’re so sensitive,” you said it more to yourself than anything else, but Keeho still heard and scoffed as if to say ‘No shit.’

“Yeah, the girl I’ve had a crush on for who knows how long now has her hand wrapped around my dick, nothing to be sensitive about at all.”

Ouch. Your chest was doing the flippy thing again. You didn’t get a chance to respond before Keeho’s hand was wrapping around yours, making you stop your movement.

“Kee?”

“Can we, um- listen, you can totally say no, but I wanted to… try something.” Keeho was throbbing in your hand as he spoke, and you thought then that there probably wasn’t anything he’d suggest that you wouldn’t be down to at least consider.

“Depends on what it is, but probably yes.”

Keeho blinked in surprise. “Oh, shit. Well, wasn’t expecting that before I’ve even told you, but- ok, here goes. Can you move up a little for me?”

You did as he asked, now back in your original spot on his lap, his dick basically trapped under where you sat. He placed both hands on your hips and tried to move you forward some more. Confused, you went along with it until you were almost sitting on his chest.

“Keeho, what-”

He laughed, squeezing now at your thighs instead of your hips with how far he’d managed to push you up. “Was wondering how long it’d take before you figured it out.”

You had indeed not yet figured it out. “Okay…?”

Keeho smiled. “God, you’re adorable.”

His next response was not quite what you were expecting (although it definitely made sense in hindsight).

“Wanna sit on my face?”

“O-Oh,” was all you could think to say at the moment. “I mean… yes?”

“Sounds a little too much like a question rather than a confirmation for me. Need to know what you want, baby.”

There he was with the pet name again. His voice was comforting, though, and it gave you the courage to finally answer for real. “I want to try.”

Keeho grinned and you were so fond of this man. “Come on up here, then,” he patted the top of his chest, letting you know exactly where he wanted you to sit.

Face-sitting wasn’t something you’d ever really been super excited about. One, because you’d never really had an enthusiastic partner for that kind of activity before and two, the idea made you nervous. Do you sit down completely? Are you supposed to hover? What the fuck do you actually do-

“I can hear you overthinking from down here,” Keeho so helpfully supplied. “Once you’re up here, I’ll handle the rest.”

You trusted him. This was Keeho; he had no reason to lead you astray on this. Especially since it looked like he was vibrating enough with excitement from you even entertaining the idea in the first place.

You managed to get your soaked panties off without much trouble before you scooted closer to where he had indicated, hovering over him at first. Keeho gently lowered you down, wrapping his arms around the outside of your thighs once you were seated. His fingers were just barely able to touch your inner thighs from this angle, and you knew he would probably use that to his advantage if he could manage it.

“Hey, relax. Can feel how tense you are.” Keeho placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh that he could reach, the action making you shiver in his hold. “I do need you to come up a little more, though.”

“Are you sure?” The nervous tinge to your voice couldn’t be helped.

“Yes, baby. How else am I gonna get to taste you properly if I can’t get my mouth on you?”

You took a deep breath before moving again. Your thighs were caging in Keeho’s head now, and the gaze he held was absolutely predatory. This man looked like he wanted to devour you and you just might fucking let him.

If this was the only night that you could have with Keeho this way, you’d better make it count.

“Let me know if you wanna stop at any time.” Keeho gave you one last sweet smile before his tongue slipped past your folds.

Now, you weren’t expecting to be disappointed by any means - Keeho was clearly skilled if he’d suggest something like this. You anticipated it would feel good and maybe change your opinion on the whole act itself.

What you didn’t expect was for Keeho to have you shaking on top of him in less than a minute. Every single reaction your body was having, he knew just how to counter it.

Didn’t know what to do with your hands? Keeho placed them in his hair, even tugging a little for you so you knew he didn’t mind. Didn’t want your hips to move too much and cause you to shift too far up? Keeho had you, making sure you stayed in place where you could still grind against him without moving too far. The way he ravaged you had you falling apart in the best way possible, and his commentary didn’t do much to help that either.

“Taste so fucking good,” Keeho spoke in between licks, making sure to not to deprive you of him for too long. “My dreams were never as good as this, shit.”

“You’ve - fuck - dreamt about this?” Your hands were twisted in his hair, each tug pulling a soft moan from him underneath you, and you could feel the sound against your core.

“I’ve had dreams of you doing so many things that it’s actually a little embarrassing,” his words were slightly muffled but you got the gist. “So: I’m pleading the fifth on that one.”

Your laughter that started quickly formed into a sharp gasp. Keeho’s tongue was now inside of you. You could feel him tracing it along your walls where he could reach, not even daring to look down and see how close to you this had made him. It felt like he was leaving handprints on your thighs now from how hard he was gripping you.

You chanced looking down to see if your suspicion was correct and nearly came on the spot. Keeho’s fingers were holding onto you so fiercely that marks had already started forming.

Looking at his face proved to be even more lethal: Keeho looked like he wanted to consume you, to eat you whole. His siren eyes burned into yours, holding your stare while he left you craving more. You saw as he made a show of showing you his tongue before he started focusing on your clit.

“Keeho, fuck, Kee-” you were full on grinding against him now, his tongue flicking your clit at a faster pace after your reaction. One of your hands left his hair to be placed on the wall in front of you; you didn’t trust your legs not to give out any second now, so you needed all the stability you could get.

“That’s it, baby,” Keeho’s breath sounded labored as he spoke. “Keep going. Use me, make yourself feel good.”

Holy shit, the mouth on this man - both verbally and physically. You couldn’t tell which one was able to fuck you up more when he was using both tactics at the same time.

Everything continued the same way for a bit with Keeho alternating between his tongue tricks. At one point, though, he took you by surprise by biting down on the inside of your thigh.

“Fuck!” Your eyes had been closed at that point so you quickly looked down to see what the hell had gotten into him. The bite didn’t hurt really, but it definitely caught you off guard.

He was smiling, lips and chin absolutely covered. “Wanted to see you,” was his simple response. “You haven’t looked at me in a while, need to know I’m still doing good.”

“Fuck, so good, feels so fucking good, Kee,” you wanted to reassure him, but the absolutely heavenly moan he let out in response gave you a power trip like no other. You were still looking down at him, biting your bottom lip now to try and stifle your own sounds so you could hear more from him.

Apparently you didn’t have to wait long, because soon enough Keeho started getting louder. You could feel each one of noises against you as he tried to continue licking your clit. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyelids kept fluttering shut before he attempted to train his eyes on you again. It looked like he was losing a little bit of his rhythm - it still felt fucking otherworldly (no, you were not down bad, not at all) but there was definitely a slight hitch in his motions.

Then you were able to pinpoint the reason why. One of Keeho’s hands was missing from its rightful place on your thigh, and you could feel movement from behind you that you hadn’t noticed before. You turned your head as much as possible to see that Keeho was jerking himself off at the same time as he was eating you out. Your hand that was still twisted in his hair gripped harder, making him groan and start to stroke himself faster.

“Oh fuck.” Something about that entire scene was enough to almost throw you over the edge. You were shaking so much now that you were a little shocked Keeho hadn’t asked you to hop off his face yet. If anything, you spurred him on to press himself closer to you, adding more force with his tongue and a pressure to your clit that hadn’t been there before.

The new pressure, his noises rising in pitch, and his continued staring at you like he wanted to wreck you was what finally got you there, too fast for you to even try and give him a warning. All you could do was moan out his name, relishing in the way his eyes rolled back at the sound.

He kept up his ministrations throughout your orgasm, only stopping when you whined from the sensitivity. You tried to move away from his face but his hand that was still holding onto you grabbed your leg harder.

“Please, fuck, don’t-” Keeho gasped, still stroking himself. “Don’t move yet. Just- stay here.”

“But you haven’t-”

“I know, ah, it won’t take long now though. Especially seeing you,” he broke off to moan and kick his head back, “like this.”

You thought about it and almost gave in to what he wanted, but you wanted to do more than just sit there and let him continue to do the majority of the work.

“Kee?”

“Shit- yeah?” His fingers were digging in the flesh of your thigh, the feeling still somewhat managing to arouse you after you were still coming down from before.

“Let me help. Please?”

“God, not the begging- you are helping, way more than you think. You don’t need to do anything else, baby.” Keeho smiled from underneath you.

“But what if I want to do something else,” you tried using your most seductive tone, hoping it wasn’t too much. Keeho didn’t seem put off by it in the slightest, so you kept going.

“Ha, well, I’d probably let you do whatever you wanted to be honest.”

You filed that info away for later - if there ever was a later.

“What if I wanted to suck you off instead?”

Keeho stared at you like you’d grown another head.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard that right- you wanna do what?”

You giggled. “Gonna let me make you feel good, Kee?” You accentuated your words by sticking your tongue out at the end. His eyes widened when he finally seemed to get it.

“Oh what the fuck- yeah, no, that’s uh, sounds great actually.” Keeho was panting in between every few words, clearly close but still holding on. Which was great for you, because if you didn’t get this man’s dick in your mouth soon, you were probably going to scream.

Keeho helped you lift yourself off of him, being careful to not fall as you moved down the bed since your legs were still wobbly. You pulled his sweatpants the rest of the way off, letting Keeho watch you as he continued getting himself off.

As you settled yourself in between his legs, you wanted to tease him a little bit. You gently stroked along the inside of one of his thighs, mostly because you wanted to see if it’d make him squirm, but also as a little payback for what your own thighs had been through. “How’s this, Kee?”

The reaction was immediate, his thighs tensing under your touch. “It’s, uh, yeah.”

“Let me know if you wanna stop at any time,” you repeated his words from earlier as you took him into your own hand again, moving his away. It landed limply beside him on the bed, but you wagered that soon it would be occupied with something else.

You wasted no time in running your tongue along his cock, taking notice of which places seemed to be most sensitive (luckily for you: the answer was all of it). Once you finally wrapped your lips around him, Keeho let out a punched sound that turned into a groan.

“I’m not gonna last long at all, shit.” Keeho tried to look at you but his head was immediately falling back onto the pillow. “Can’t look at you, really fucking want to, but I wanna last longer than 5 seconds.”

“That’s ok, baby,” you tried out the pet name on him this time, loving the way he twitched in your hand. “Do what feels best.”

“Fuck, uh- are you sure?” Since you didn’t have your mouth back on him yet, he chanced looking down at you again. He fared a little better this time but not by much. “I can sometimes get kinda, uh, carried away.”

“As in…?” You wanted him to be the one to say it. You wanted him to tell you what he wanted, or better yet, show you what he wanted.

Keeho got the hint, finally placing one of his hands in your hair. He gave it a small tug, almost experimentally, and smirked at the small gasp you let out.

His other hand wove its way into your hair, and you felt him twitch again.

“You ready?” He looked like he was about to explode from holding himself back. You responded to him in the best way you could think of: you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue as much as you could.

Keeho’s eyes rolling back were the last thing you saw before he guided himself back into your mouth. His pace was fine at first, but it picked up in speed rather quickly, his hands tightening in your hair as he controlled everything that was happening.

“God, I can’t-” you heard him gulp for air, “can’t believe I’m actually doing this with you. To you.”

You moaned around him, the vibrations flowing through his cock and making him cry out in return. He started pushing you down further, making you gag now but never pushing too far for it to be a problem. Your throat constricting around him must have been what he needed to finally let go, because after that it was just unfiltered thoughts from then on.

“Look so fucking pretty like this, letting me- ah, letting me f-fuck your face.” One of his hands detangled from your hair so his thumb could brush across your cheek, catching a tear you hadn’t realized was falling down. “And you’re crying too, holy shit-”

If you had the energy you honestly probably would’ve tried getting yourself off again because seeing Keeho fall apart like this was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. But you wanted to focus all your attention on Keeho. Nothing on the brain, just Keeho.

He moaned loudly when you hollowed your cheeks more around him. “Just wanna- ruin you, wanna wreck you for anybody else.”

Oh. Where was that coming from all of a sudden? And why did you like it so much?

“But I also, fuck, wanna take care of you.” A harsher thrust this time, making you gag hard enough to almost choke. The panic that seized you for the briefest of moments - you didn’t know if that’s what caused it, or if it was his words.

He wanted to take care of you? What the fuck did that even mean?

Before you had much time to contemplate it, Keeho started moaning more frequently, barely able to get full words out now as his high was approaching.

“Fuck, I’m- close. Close, so if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth, ha now’s the time to m-move.”

You squeezed his legs as if to encourage him to just let go. Your only goal right now was to swallow down everything this man was about to give you - moving was not on your list. Keeho’s hand that had left your hair was now gripping the bedsheet, making a flexing motion every few seconds like it wanted something different to hold onto.

In a daring moment of bravery, you reached up one of your hands to intertwine with his own. What you heard in the next few seconds would likely stick with you the rest of your life (and probably haunt your dreams very often).

The moment your fingers were laced with his, Keeho’s head snapped up and he looked at you with wild eyes before drifting his sight to where your hands connected. You gave his hand a light squeeze and that was it. The sound he let out was almost loud enough that you mildly worried about him getting a noise complaint, but you also decided you didn’t give a shit, not when he sounded like this.

“Ah, I’m cumming, oh my god, fuck,” was the only warning you got before warmth flooded your mouth. You tried your best to swallow everything, but there was so much that some unfortunately spilled out of your mouth. Keeho continued making noise throughout, a mixture of something that sounded like your name with the moans that you were now - slightly - used to.

You decided to spare the poor man and not push him to the brink of sensitivity like he’d done to you. Plus, you needed to get the rest of his cum down your throat so you had other matters to attend to.

When you were done cleaning your face of any remaining cum, you licked around your fingers to get every last drop. A soft ‘shit’ got your attention and you looked up to see Keeho staring at you.

He had managed to push himself up to where he was sitting now, back against the headboard. “That’s so hot, what the fuck.”

You giggled before shrugging. “Be a shame to let all that go to waste, don’t you think?”

“Uh, I can’t really think much of anything right now other than just ‘what the fuck,’” Keeho’s smile was a bit lopsided and he clearly looked like he was still recovering.

Against your better judgment, you crawled back up the bed to where you were beside Keeho. He gave you a confused look but his gaze softened when he saw you lifting one of his arms. You rested your cheek against his chest and his arm was around you. He started tracing soothing patterns on your arm as you shifted yourself to get comfortable.

You’d already crossed a major line - what was a little cuddling gonna do to make it worse?

Pushing that thought away with all the others you’d smacked into some other regions of your brain, you noticed when Keeho wrapped both arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth. You could’ve fallen asleep right then and there - had he not placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“This ok?” His voice was low, soft. You wondered if you maybe even detected some nervousness.

“It’s nice,” you answered truthfully. You’d probably hate yourself in the morning, sure, but why try to cut this feeling short now? You finally allowed yourself to wonder what it would be like if you actually gave all this a chance.

The more you thought about it, though, the more you felt something akin to ice flowing through your veins. You felt frozen, stuck - like what you were doing now was wrong and should definitely not be happening. You made up your mind that once Keeho was asleep and you could move freely without waking him, you were getting the fuck out of there. You weren’t sure how long you’d been laying there before Keeho spoke up again.

“Hey,” he muttered, “I’m glad you stayed tonight.”

Another icy shard in your chest.

“And not just because - well, you know - but because I know you’re safe and not outside scared or freezing in the storm.”

“Me too,” you again answered him truthfully, because you meant every word. You were glad you stayed and you wanted to continue to stay. But all the alarm bells going off in your head were starting to win out over rational thinking.

You needed to get out of here. But you couldn’t leave now. Not when Keeho would know.

Not when he would know that you weren’t able to let yourself feel for him the same way he felt for you.

“Hey, Kee?” You somehow managed to talk around the lump in your throat.

“Hm?” He sounded like he was dozing, and you could tell from the slow way his chest was rising and falling that he was content.

“I’m not sure if I can sleep like this,” you lied. “Would it be ok for us to sleep how we were planning to in the beginning?”

“Yeah, whatever you want. As long as you’re comfortable.” That same lazy smile was waiting for you when Keeho lifted his arms. He helped you get back on your side of the bed (you weren’t going to think about the implications of that right now) and even got the blanket from earlier to drape over you again.

“Tea is still in there if you decide you want any,” Keeho yawned as he laid down and shimmied under some of the blanket so you both were sharing. “It’s not going anywhere, so just get some if you want. But also,” another yawn, “it’s not required during your stay.”

“When did this suddenly become a hotel,” you tried to joke, but it didn’t quite land. Thankfully, Keeho was too close to sleep to really notice. All you got from him was a soft chuckle before he breathed deeply.

“Goodnight. I’m right here if you need me.” Keeho told you this as he was turning to face the other way, probably trying to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed after everything that had just transpired.

“Goodnight,” you responded barely above a whisper. You almost didn’t breathe for the next few minutes, straining to listen for the moment that Keeho was sound asleep. After you heard him snoring softly, you waited a few minutes and started moving slowly toward the side of the bed. When you finally deemed it safe enough, you got up carefully and placed the blanket back down without causing too much movement. Keeho didn’t even budge, and the last look you threw his way was enough to plunge that icy dagger further into your heart.

You gathered up all your clothes as quietly as you could. As much as you hated putting your soaked clothing back on, the idea of staying in this apartment any longer made you feel worse. You ordered an Uber while you were trying to get back into all your clothing, thankful that there were still some running this late.

The doorknob leading out of the apartment felt cold underneath your hand when you went to turn it, the sound suddenly so loud in the otherwise peaceful, quiet room. You opened it without thinking too much more on it and closed it as softly as possible beside you. Once you were far enough away from the apartment, you just started running.

You needed to put as much distance between you and Keeho as possible, and luckily for you, your Uber pulled up right as you were making your way down the corridor that led outside. You got inside the car and inhaled shakily. The last thing you could think to do to try and put this behind you for now was take out your phone and send a single text to Keeho.

[you] 2:34 AM: i’m sorry.

i am also sorry, dear reader - there will be more to come for these two though! thank you so so much for reading, i hope you really enjoyed it~ 💜

(stormy divider used in this post is from HERE)

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kisseobie · 25 days ago

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ITS MY BDAYYY 🎉🥳

omg i am so late sorry but HAPPY LATE BDAY BFF 🎂 piwon loves u they told me

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kisseobie · 25 days ago

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guys guilt has been eating me up lately… specifically pertaining to being late on three of my piwontober fics 😭 i’m one of the organizers of the event and now i feel stupid because life has been so hard lately and i really do feel bad about leaving yall hanging and being so unorganized 😭 i’m sorry i’m trying my absolute best to catch up.. thank u for being patient :(

#rosa rambles

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kisseobie · 26 days ago

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this is so good hello…. i loveeeee the love hate relationship that reader and intak have 😵‍💫 just so yum i love u leepace

Rotten ٭ Hwang Intak

✮ day 26 of piwon kinktober

✮ intak x afab!reader

✮ wc: 2.8k

✮ warnings: incest, degration, slight dubcon

author note: you will NEVER catch me writing anything like this again 😁 special thanks to @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts for hosting!! 🦇🖤

“You’re so self conscious,” Intak’s voice was back with a bite. Sweeping across your shorts, one of his hands inched closer, reaching down to swipe between your legs. “Don't get me wrong, but I don't technically view you as a woman.”

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The wet squish of your shoe stomping against the rain puddle made you grimace. The rest of your drenched way home was now accompanied by a wet sock, with it only being one more thing to add to your rain soaked items. Using your tote as a makeshift umbrella, shielding you from the elements, you sighed out in relief once reaching your front door.

“It’s pouring out ther–,” your sentence was cut short by your face smashing against what seemed to have been another wall once walking through the threshold.

The wall moved, revealing that it wasn't new construction you hadn’t been told about, but Intak blocking your way into the living room.

“Watch where you’re going,” it was like he hadn't registered your entrance at all.

He was standing there with car keys in his hand, his attention going back to your mom who was paying very little mind to Intak’s pleading eyes. “Please! I’ll even drive under the speed limit.”

“Your dad said no, don't start thinking you can come to me expecting a different answer,” She told him, not stopping the tidying she was doing.

He grumbled out a response, throwing the keys onto the coffee table. You had already managed to make it up the stairs towards your bedroom when Intak came barreling past. His stomps echoed while walking up the steps, pushing past you with a hard shoulder.

It was an accident, you knew that, but that didn't stop the profanities leaking from your mouth as the momentum from Intak’s close proximity and your wet sock made you come crashing down against the hardwood floors. Your first instinct was wondering how you were possibly able to get him back, make him feel how you felt, but the pain from your ankle paused any of those thoughts.

“Shit,” Intak stood above you, watching as you clutched your knee to your stomach.

The chaos didn't stop there, your mom rushing up the stairs to see what the hell was going on. After helping you get back onto your feet, she helped you with your injury by running it under cold water and wrapping it in an ace bandage. Tucking you into bed, she handed you two Tylenols for your dinner that night.

You couldn’t care less, not taking the extra sleep for granted as you settled into your sheets. Feeling yourself doze, the darkness of your room grew as the sun set. Slowed breathing mixing with your heavy eyelids was only a concoction for one thing; sleep.

Your plans for that night were interrupted when you heard your door creak open. The drowsiness that had infiltrated your mind suddenly dissipated, but you kept still as you heard another click of your door as it shut.

“Hey. Are you up?” Intak grumbled out in a hushed voice.

Scowling, you reached for one of your pillows to chuck it across the room, watching as it did no damage to his stoic stance. With your limited sight in the dark room, you could still see the baby blue coloring of his sweatpants that matched the zip up hoodie he had paired them with. It seemed like he had a scowl on his face as well.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Intak pursed his lips together before elaborating his reason for being there. “She told me to come and apologize.”

“You couldn't have waited until after I woke up?” You asked, frustrated.

“I didn't want to wait, and I’d probably forget about it,” he told you honestly, not sparing your feelings as he did so.

Rolling your eyes, you shooed him off with a wag of your hand. It was like your body had finally decided to wake up at the same time, an aching throb coming from your leg. Intak was half way out the door before you called out to him.

“Wait,” you watched as he stopped before continuing. “You need to do better than that,”

That made him backtrack his steps, closing the door again with too much force and an annoyed expression. “What?” He asked, turning to face you.

You extended your leg out, showcasing your wrapped ankle. “It hurts. I’ll accept your apology if you massage it for me.”

Intak scoffed. “You’re joking.”

“You owe me,” you explained, pouting. “And if you don't, I’ll tell mom about the way you came in here.”

“She’s not my mom,” He mumbled under his breath. Without another protest though, he climbed onto your bed to begin rubbing at the swollen muscle.

“Owe–, that hurts,” Intak’s big thumbs were roughly running circles into your ankle. Kicking his hand away, you flipped onto your back, pointing at your shoulders. “It’s sore here too, you know.”

Intak sighed, but placed his hands onto your shoulder blades to continue his calculated movements. You wish you could see his face, probably sporting one of his dumb expressions as he loosened the muscles in your back. You sighed out a deep breath as he worked his knuckles against a harsh knot.

You were quick to note how quiet Intak had become. He was usually quick with his comebacks, quicker with insults. He had done none of that, the only sound shared between the two of you being your circulated breaths. The context of Intak’s feelings were only readable by the way his hands continued to travel down your back, reaching where your waist met your hips until they disappeared.

His touch wasn't lost for long, his hands going towards the back of your thighs to begin to knead at the fatty flesh. You could feel your breath stop and eyes widen at his bold touch, but didn't say anything to stop his wandering fingers. You were riding the high of the massage and knowing you had won a small battle against Intak.

Your breath then hiccuped, his fingers finding their way beneath the hem of your shorts, just barely gripping at the skin underneath. He didn't give you any time to register his placement before reaching his other hand to begin palming at the fabric that was the only thing keeping him from your ass.

“That’s not funny, stop it,” you finally told him, your voice muffled from the pillow underneath you.

“You’re so self conscious,” Intak’s voice was back, with a bite. Sweeping across your shorts, one of his hands inched closer, reaching down to swipe between your legs. “Don't get me wrong, but I don't technically view you as a woman.”

Rolling onto your back, Intak’s hands were forced to be placed on each side of you, his body now leaning over. You gave him an inquisitive look, wanting to know what type of game he was playing, while an uncontrollable blushed grew across your face.

His eyes were searching, scavenging over your body like you were a part of some research project he needed to ace. You were frozen in place when one of his hands returned, softer this time, resting it against your collarbone. He dragged it down your chest, only briefly grazing your breasts, running down your stomach until teasingly flicking the edge of your shorts.

Your mouth was too dry to speak. You prayed that there was someone out there listening, wanting nothing more for Intak to not hear the rapid thump of your heartbeat as he began to lazily trace against your bare skin that had revealed itself from your disheveled shirt. Snaking their way back up your stomach, his hands were now dangerously close to your boobs under your shirt.

Adrenaline kicked in. “Getting too excited?”

With your uninjured foot, you reeled back your knee to push Intak off of you, kicking him right in the groin. He staggered back, now kneeling with his weight against his heels. It gave you the opportunity to finally see what had been growing in between his legs.

Without a second though, you pressed your foot back onto Intak’s hard cock. “I was right, wasn't I? I can't believe I have to live under the same roof with a pervert like you. I thought you didn't see me as a woman?”

Your foot burrowed against his shaft as you rubbed across the length of it. Intak’s jaw clenched, with you seeing a fire beneath his eyes you had never seen before.

“That’s enough,” He grabbed your foot, yanking it away from him. Your legs now spread apart, he was now given full access to reach his hand beneath your shorts, swirling his fingers against your clit before swiftly leaving.

You watched as he brought his hand close for him to see. The slickness between your legs had transferred, his fingers glistening and wet.

Intak laughed, but there was an intimidating undertone. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“This isn't funny,” you told him again, breathless.

“I’m not trying to be funny.”

With that, Intak’s large hand grabbed at your shorts, pulling them down your legs with your underwear going along with them. You could feel his fingers shake as he did so, his eyes staring down at your now exposed skin. Even if his body was betraying him, Intak was still keen on not backing down.

You felt his fingers return, reaching down to place the pad of his pointer in between your folds. He wasn't graceful or gentle about any of it; a carnal drive taking over his pace. Grabbing onto the shirt of his sleeve, all you could do was breathe out a pathetic ‘no’ to fight back.

With Intak towering above you, you were able to see how his face contorted with lust and anguish, like he was trying to quiet down his conscience. His mouth hung open with his bottom lip jutting out slightly, his brown eyes hidden under long lashes. From this close up, you could even see the intricate detail of the skin around the scar on his cheek. Your admiration was cut short when Intak’s middle finger joined his pointer to press against your clit, squeezing it in between them.

Your breathing stopped while Intak got back on his knees, pulling you closer to him effortlessly. Keeping only one of his hands around your thigh, he continued his torment by teasingly pressing his fingers against your cunt. You had to clasp your own hand around your mouth when he sunk his digit down, giving you no time to adjust to your new fullness as he began to thrust his finger in and out.

“Intak–,” You choked out, not knowing what type of plea it was.

He didn't say anything, pumping his finger until you could feel the deep burning ecstasy in your stomach build. It was like he had noticed, a lopsided grin displayed across his face with focused eyes. You moaned out his name again.

Arching your back, your head pressed into your pillow beneath you, the sensation of Intak’s touch beginning to unravel you. Your hips rocked back against him and you were clenching around his digit, crying out as you came.

Taking his finger away unceremoniously, Intak slinked off his jacket and pulled at the bottom of his shirt to slip it off his head, revealing soft pecs and a flat stomach. You couldn’t stop to ogle though, with him immediately going towards his sweats to take them off as well.

“Wait, wait. Wait–, wait!” Intak was ignoring you, taking off his pants, freeing his angry red cock. It bobbed against his navel, looking like it weighed heavy with dripping precum leaking from its slit.

Your dry mouth began to water, your body going in the completely opposite direction of your words. Intak had begun to line himself against you, gripping his hand into your thigh, his fingernails digging into your skin as if he was trying to prepare himself.

“If you don't want this, you’re going to have to be more convincing,” Intak’s words were harsh, but the blow was lost by his low voice.

With his hand gripping where your thigh met your hip, Intak pulled you towards him, thrusting inside until he was bottomed out. It was like he had carved out the exact proportions with his cock, completely filled to accommodate him. You were more prepared this time when he rapidly began to thrust deep strokes.

“Shit,” Intak was gripping and clawing at your legs as he used them as leverage, getting lost in his own world as he fucked into you. He reached to rip off your lone shirt, his eyes landing on your breasts as he raised the fabric above your head.

He had pulled you so close that the bottom half of your body had laid across his thighs, becoming a ragdoll against him for his own use. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing against it at the same speed as his transfixed hips.

You were feeling the same sensation build again as you palmed at the bedsheets. You were on full display in this position, your legs spreading apart around him, your chest exposed. There was a slight feeling of compromise, at any moment someone could walk in and catch them.

“This is so embarrassing,” you whined out.

Intak dipped his body, letting go of your leg, his hand disappearing from your clit. Placing his hands on each side of your head, he leaned close, exchanging breaths. His movements had stopped, only briefly to give you a teasing smile that showcased how his lips made an indent on his cheek.

Without words, Intak wrapped both of his arms beneath your shoulder blades, forcing you to press against his chest as he held onto you. With one swift motion he managed to flip himself onto his back, bringing you along with him. He had you now on top, still clasping his hands around you as he started to thrust again. It was like he had gotten impossibly deeper by doing so.

You had wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingernails scraping at the skins that met his hairline. Intak’s oversized arms pressed into you like there wasn't any room left to breathe in between the two of you. At that point there was no use to try and hide your rapid heart beat.

He met your hips by slamming your body against his, creating an echo in the otherwise quiet room. You couldn't help but bite down onto Intak’s shoulder, suppressing an uncontrollable moan. It was like he was splitting you open, driving his cock into you with a squelch. You felt one of his hands reach for your ass.

Intak’s breath tickled against your ear. “Is this embarrassing enough?”

Biting down even harder, you felt another orgasm roll through your body. It crashed into you like a hurricane, hitting you in waves as Intak continued the onslaught of his hips.

You could feel him faltering though, Intak’s movements becoming less precise the longer he kept you in his arms. His breathy grunts had turned into drawn on whimpers, grabbing at your ass to lead you barreling down onto him.

Cursing out, Intak’s cock began to pulsate, constrict, and he was suddenly shifting himself free to paint white streaks of his cum across your back. You could feel the hot stickiness drip down, a prevalent reminder of what you had just done.

You stayed there on Intak’s chest as your breathing started to become more controlled, having to wipe away sweat that had formed on your upper lip. With a grunt, Intak used the last of his strength to push your body off of him, as if you hadn't just been suctioned cupped to him seconds before.

Hitting your mattress, you could feel the wet cum become trapped in between you and your sheets. It was like your senses and reasonability came flooding back, a blinding redness glazing over your eyes as you watched Intak pick up his clothes that had been thrown about.

“Is your situational awareness really that bad? You ruined my sheets,” you informed him, sitting up to peel the fabric off of your soaked back.

“Why should I care?” Intak asked, lifting his arms to put on his abandoned t-shirt.

You could have sworn you felt steam wafting out of your ears. “You’re so–, I don't like you.”

“Feeling is mutual,” He had pulled his pants back up, the blue contrasting against his tan skin even in the dark.

Intak didn't say anything when he walked out, shutting the door behind him. You were now alone, still naked and having to deal with the mess he left behind. Scoping out the disheveled bed, on the corner post you noticed how he had left the zip up hoodie that matched his sweats.

It was like your body was two steps ahead of your brain as you grabbed the hoodie to put it on, bringing the cotton close so that it cinched around your body. Rubbing your back roughly against it, you wiped away Intak’s cum with the jacket he adored.

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kisseobie · 27 days ago

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just out of curiosity, will the requests open again? no cuz ur writing is awesome sauce, i need more

they definitely will open up eventually! before that though i need to finish my three piwontober prompts and i’m also working on a series that i’m aiming to post by new years 🙈 but i might open up requests right after piwontober is over so keep an eye out!! and thank u :3

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kisseobie · 29 days ago

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um sai hello??? i don’t even know where to start

firstly i’m writing this while crying which sounds exaggerated and corny but it is what it is… this is so heartbreakingly beautiful… like so beautiful..

the way u wrote jiung in this omg,,,, with each paragraph i was literally involuntarily wincing because he got more and more pathetic as i read.. and the way reader doesn’t gaf made me soooooo sad omg i feel for this jiung..

ur style of writing is so insane, u set the scene so well and ur lens on the world is so different compared to mine and probably most reading this, and that is so clear, especially with how u describe the most mundane of things in such a pretty way… i need to crawl into ur brain and live there for a bit i think!

jongseob’s appearances were also so memorable and i feel like his dialogue really set the vibe of the story from the get-go. and reader’s too of course!

and the actual smut hello…. insanity.. i think i need a lobotomy now because the way i’m actually going insane over jiung’s begging and willingness to do anything for reader no matter how mean she is :( the bit in the car specifically was my favorite 😵‍💫 and when ji was pleading for reader to tell him she loves him? my girlcock hard tbh 🤔 the fact that this is nope inspired is even better omg i too love jordan peele

thank u for being a part of this event ☹️💟 i wish i could articulate how i feel about this work in a more profound way but … i fear i have too many thoughts .. ugh user sminiac do u know that u are so loved?????

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡ Bad Miracle | Day 24 of Piwontober !

⋆ Ex Bf!Choi Jiung x Reader

Event hosted by my beloved @kisseobie & @sxfterhearts <3

Prompts — Seduction, Against a wall, Somnophilia.

Contains — Alcohol consumption, saliva consumption, slight exhibitionism, oral, porn with plot, sex in a vehicle, very heavily ‘Nope’ referenced, Jiung being kind of pathetic.

💌 — This is quite a lengthy read which is genuinely my bad, I got so carried away, I just love Jordan Peeles brain. If there’s any consistencies pretend there isn’t, I’ll be making tweaks here and there to this even though it’s already posted, I was just worried abt getting it out haha, thanks :b

“So…slutty Jean Jacket it is?”

Of course Jongseob happens to string together his most unpleasant sounding set of words and absentmindedly spews them out at you, precisely summing up your biggest internal struggle.

It’s like he’s petulantly flicking salt into the gaping deep seated wound of guilt that hollows you out.

Despite your torment, it still eats at what’s left of you for subjecting him to even more of your off-putting behaviour that’s only worsened over the past few weeks leading up to the party. Unknown by him, you’ve been fighting with the same question the entire ride out, it’s been sitting in your mouth, warm and heavy like a bad bite you just can’t swallow.

Maybe you deserve it. Fortunately Seob’s tolerance for your fret without a readily available solution to wash it down, disinfect you of the bile, is astounding—gold medal deserving, even though your plastic display case now feeling more like cardboard box because of your ex’s absence.

Seob is already frequently withdrawn because of his jobs demanding schedule, leaving him socially deprived, added an unhealthy addiction to energy drinks that only makes his screen induced migraines worse.

Funnily enough, with the proclivity for being a cloistered insomniac he possesses the biggest hatred for being alone. Impromptu hangouts are a norm, or—were a norm, especially the late voluntary hours you spent with him watching over the dingy looking bookstore that smells heavily of dried glue and mildewed paper. You haven’t been there in a while, but you didn’t mind how often you were staring at the same ‘Employees favourites!’ end cap that have held the same boring books for the past handful of months that he’s been collecting the same boring bi-weekly cheques.

It’s a different kind of bonding, what the two of you do, one where you don’t feel pressured to constantly entertain the other, which is why there’s a remarkable lack of awkward tension now.

It’s normal for Seob to be spacey once trapped in that busy head of his, full of silent yearning for a position in the lively music store that’s just down the street from his, even with what little room his discontent leaves up there, he doesn’t lack the critical thinking skills that it takes to figure out the foundation of your ulterior motive, which he assumes was the very thing that led to your sudden call for a ride after being so steadfast in your refusal to attend a party that you know fully well he’ll be at.

The fact that Seob grudgingly agreed to your company for the ride here doesn’t mollify your stacking inhibitions anymore than the culpability thats balling up in your throat, keeping your tongue tangled and barred in its enclosure, a strange thing he implicitly feels inclined to shoulder too.

A finger adjusts the strap of your wings that uncomfortably dig into the soft part of your underarm, its already a struggle conducting the sexy inwardly it doesn’t help that he sounds so dejected talking about your version of the large horse hunting saucer.

Flowing light with each sway of your hips the white mini skirt you hunted for is hugging nicely at your hips, while silently you endure the tedious task of having to pull up the thin cheap-feeling socks every few meters you walk, which isn’t something you have to explicitly express your loathing for anyways, he could already tell by the third yank.

But, you look good, even with the excessive effort and inconveniences, you know you do.

All of your details, even down to the pair of red lace panties that shape you in just the right places, is for the sole purpose of what you’re walking into now—your secretive plan, which, if you outright ask Seob, is inherently a horrible idea, but even in all of its horrid glory you still pursue it tirelessly for the sake of having the smooth voiced male to yourself for just another night.

Dead set on getting your turn one last time, the intemperate lengths you went to for your costume would make sure of it. You’d make yourself a spectacle if thats what it takes to have him back in your optics.

Indiscriminately walking out from the shallow line of trees that taper off in thickness the further you come from the main road while actively sexualizing angels of all things, right in front of your squeamish, personification of virginity looking friend is the most anticlimactic, shameful culmination of what is —notably one of your more desperate attempts yet— made to somehow, some way, successfully seduce someone, and subsequently not how Seob envisioned his night out. Never has he ever seen you in something so indecent, so vile in the most watered down, gentle of words.

All of this, for what? Closure? He doesn’t get it, your intentions, the enervating process of breaking up only to then come back? Yeah, all of that and still somehow having the profound drive to do whatever it is you’re up to. He doesn’t fucking get it.

Fictitious or not you believe that somewhere past his denial and shaping of resentment there’s a sliver of him that supports you, in a: it’s just dick, do it! Way.

Besides, you could always do much worse than sleeping with your ex.

Your eyes are still focused on his location and nothing but. Zooming in, flicking out and refreshing the map that Jiung’s idle avatar sits on like some psycho stalker. You’ve been like this, acutely anxious and insufferably inquisitive ever since he parked his mom’s vehicle off the side of the dark secluded road when your map had suddenly gave out and stopped working due to the abrupt cutoff from service, it was in Jongseob’s opinion undeniably foreboding to how the rest of your evening was going to play out, but keeping a handle on his lips would probably be for the best.

With two vodka seltzers already settling into his system that you bravely shotgunned together in the front seat of the silver mini van, he’s already so dreadfully bored that not even his oncoming buzz is enough to make this enjoyable. He sighs a loud antagonizing breath, looking off his shoulder to see the small scattered twinkling mix of orange and purple hues starting to leak through the bushes, a muddled, faint sound of music and drunk laughter following.

Usually he’d be anxious to get to your destination but all he can think about is being home—getting plastered in the safety of his own cluttered room, with you, in comfy pyjamas and within the range of expensive fast-food delivery services instead of having to worry if some asshole with beer induced confidence is enough to get you to strip of that tiny fucking skirt, because when you’re drunk he’s convinced you were a track star in your past life, he hates sports, and he hates a floating drunk just as much as the talkative ones.

“You hear me?” He tsks, pinching at the cheap pair of wings on your back and tugging on it. His fresh bi-coloured hair that you did by hand sweeps with the motion of his suddenly weighted head, falling to the side of the dirt path that you walk, studying your face in the cool toned glow of your screen.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of Jiung, you’re too focused on tapping through the few stories people have posted to care for the small feathers he accidently rips out, leaving a bald spot on your right wing.

You swat his hand away, still cradling your phone. “Slutty…bad, yeah i know, you despise me. But it’s…fitting, isn’t it?”

God, he thinks, if only it were that easy.

He watches as you slide up out of the app, and then promptly tap it back open again, eyes rolling for the umpteenth time tonight “What? The sexualization of a territorial slaughtering alien? You can’t be serious.” Hands stuff further into the pockets of the baggy denim that hangs at hips, a thick braided chain hung off the loops of his waistband, clanking with the dramatic rise.

Who does he think he is? Acting all high and mighty. “You’re the one who speculated that Jean Jacket found OJ worthy of mating with, this is all your doing, boy. And, arguably, your costume isn’t even really a costume but I’m not saying anything about that.”

If you were to ask the rest of the friend group who has all taken a sudden, unexpected interest in the 2022 sci-fi thriller movie —that in your opinion is more of a psychological-thriller than horror— they’d make quite the defensive argument about it, the same way you expect Seob to with his half-assed take on Angel Torres.

“That’s insane, so you want to mate with Intak? ‘Cause that’s what I’m hearing. If you’re so interested I can go grab him for you, or…would you rather take a ride on the cowboy?” He says it to be annoying, he didn’t mean it literally, but whatever he intended or didn’t the offer catches your attention.

Big unsure eyes peer over at him as you hug your phone close to your chest, which he already knows is your only source of heat that’s preventing stiff fingers and chattering teeth. Another thing to roll his eyes about.

“If it saves a horse. You wouldn’t mind finding him from me?” The question comes with an abrupt pause, your feet just as uncertain as your tongue. “I- well shouldn’t we, i mean, how do you think he’d feel if i showed up with you? He was never fond of how close we are, so, should I walk up by myself?” If only you knew of how badly Jongseob wants to call you out for your stupidity right now, to slap your pretty face with both the flat surface of his palm and the back of his hand like they do in the cartoons. Before his lips can even move with the ghost of an insult, an unexpected laugh beats him to the sheer hilarity of your unnecessary complexities. “Wow- no? Thats fuckin’ pathetic, Y/N, I was being sarcastic. You seriously need’ta calm down, you’re not even a virgin and you’re acting like this.” A heavy hand of his reaches out, grinning in a way that makes his tooth poke out from behind his lip as he pats heavily against your shoulder, causing your winged frame to shake.

“No ‘m sorry, that was really harsh. Oh, you feelin’ it yet? ‘Cause I think i am..” At the same time he asks you both come to a sudden stop at the expansive clearing. The lights brighter, the music louder, a blazing fire maintained hot and tall to the left of you.

How did you not realize you were already here? How long ago did the effects of the two cans you knocked back start to kick in? Or, did it kick in?

“Y/N, Seob, you made iiit!” Shit.

Intak, the not-so-chalant ‘OJ’ tries to scoop you up in an awkward three-way hug, just barely do you manage to step back in time to not get lassoed in by his long orange sleeved arms. Obviously a few shots deep he doesn’t seem to notice that he’s only cradling one of you as he sways back and forth, babbling loudly—something along the lines of being glad he has other people to drink with all while leaning his entire weight from one foot to the other and nuzzling the the top of his forehead against Seob’s.

Keeho and Taeyang, a very well decided fit for ‘Emerald’ and ‘Antlers’ are a few paces back, red solo cups in hand, sharing an unfaltering run of giggles over what you assume is Intak’s tendency for being overly affectionate and Jongseob’s constant susceptibility to it. You break off from the two emotional idiots, finding company with the other two who are at least not swaying and going on drunken tangents about how much they love each-other.

Keeho announces loudly, “Y/N, sexy Jean Jacket! I like it.” While wrapping an arm around your shoulder, unhesitant about inviting you in as he’s always done, sticking you right between him and Taeyang who shuffles away a little with a genial smile, allowing you more wiggle room.

The three of you make short conversation, bonding over detailed stories of the two in front of you that were actively wrestling; trying to see who would hit the ground first by aimlessly swiping at ankles. They went at it for a while, Intak’s boyish laughter and Seob’s shrill cackle entertaining you until you started getting so cold that it became a struggle for the sound to come naturally. By the time they calmed down, dry mouthed and winded, you’d finished off the last of Taeyang’s drink that he offered somewhere between Seob doing this and Intak doing that. Unsurprisingly you were the first to offer grabbing sodas and a special refill in thanks for Taeyang’s generosity, it was an unsuspecting card that you pulled, but Jongseob knows you aren’t that considerate, you haven’t even seen Shota yet, a presumed highlight of your night, your personal paparazzi.

You don’t hear the slurred, sputtered out complaints as you quickly make your escape under the poorly strung Halloween themed lights that dangle from one low branch to another along the perimeter of the barren landscape, especially by how quickly the bonfire draws you in like a moth, your motionless body gone cold from standing for so long—you figure that’s where it makes the most sense to be, plus, better scoping ground.

The boys wouldn’t mind a few forgotten minutes as you settle on top of a tree stump. Surely they could wait for you to warm up before returning.

This isn’t a place you’d typically be comfortable by yourself, it only sinks in as you settle. Couples aggressively make out across from you with their tongues and cheeks contorted by the heat, an uncomfortably loud game of beer pong on an unlevelled table that happens just a few feet away, and the boring’s who are only lively when there’s pictures being taken, bright and fast.

Beyond the fires hot flickering light, there’s an old barn, big and dark—much too big to be overtaken by the fire, notably ominous looking from the distance it sits at, something about its unwelcoming nature intrigues you.

We are a creature of habit, even the unforgiving ones, aren’t we? You lean forward, letting your cold cheeks warm in its embrace, squinting, trying to make out any little detail you can from being this far out.

“Y/N?” A masculine voice calls. It should be disgraceful the way you know exactly who it is as soon as the first syllable of your name is pronounced, but you don’t have the spare time to linger on it.

He doesn’t wait to see your face before he proceeds to silently crouch down at your side, coolly granting himself the pleasure of your company without the need of clarity, it almost makes you question how he’s so comfortable and certain of himself for doing it, granted that of in itself is quite the rabbithole.

A colourful can occupies his hand as he bends in his red blazing-like suit, floral embellishments decorating the blazer, sporting a smile under his cowboy hat, white hot teeth the glint of your very demise. “i knew it was you.” He finishes suavely, body planting in your direction but his chin rests on his shoulder, only allowing you the right side of his cheek and jaw.

Spot on, you think. He couldn’t be more like Jupe even if he tried.

An arm is propped to the side of your thigh to keep his rocking weight stable. Eyeing what little he’s lent to your field of view, theres a lingering smile of your own, wondering if he’d also move it closer without a word.

“God. ‘Knew it was you’ don’t tell me you’re a stalker now, Jiung.” It’s endearing, really, your wit smoking off your tongue and he’s only spoken a few words, he loves how you don’t cower under his towering height because of its persistence. “Are you?” Seems your skin has thickened in his absence, too.

It’s sharp, the sensation of his teeth digging into the delicate internal flesh of his lips, pursing them tight as his defined adams apple bobs in his throat. He’s humoured by you. “Mmh not quite. I, can be though, if that’s the kind of thing you’re into now.” You don’t see the way his eyes flicker towards you under the bone white suede of his ridiculous hat, brows raised in a subtle sign of expectance on your end, then again, you can’t see it.

“Is it?”

Your head shakes, an airy almost bashful laugh filling in your wordless mouth, its a different timbre in comparison to the girls he’s encountered previous to your arrival who were fervently nodding as if he had just asked if they wanted a treat when he was dropping vague hints to the unraveling of their revealing costumes. Your wet lips glisten in the available light, smiling that pretty fucking smile he can trace in the cold wrinkles of his pillowcase. “Like.. roleplay? Never thought about it, pervert. What’ve you been getting up to since I’ve been away?” His laugh is fuller than yours as it abruptly escapes, but it’s a shared emotion nonetheless, even if you loathe the way he shares it with you so easily.

“Man, you wouldn’t even believe. Speaking of, do you…aghh, no- never mind.”

You twist, but his position only hardens. A sour ringing in your gut at the implications of his activities. “No, oh my god, no, you can’t do that? Do…i, do i what?”

Out of habit he start toying the silver ring that sits on his ring finger, a swipe of his pink tongue running against the corner of his mouth. It’s stupid, even he’s wondering where the overbearing amount of confidence came from that prompted him to even think of asking you such a thing. But he never learns. Does he? “Do you- i mean, are you into…that kind of stuff?”

A chill crawls up your back, dispersing over your skin, dancing on your spine. “Well, i mean- that’s an awfully personal question, considering we aren’t…” Jiung backs up a little bit, his arm shifting away from your thigh as if he didn’t expect for you to remember that you aren’t dating anymore. “—No yeah, it is isn’t it? You’re right I shouldn’t uh- you shouldn’t answer that, i mean, you don’t need to. Obviously.”

The drinks you’ve kocked back are really starting to build off of one another, so much that you don’t even try to hide the entertainment you consume at his expanse. A laugh makes him feel lighter. “Obviously…I was joking, you already know what makes me tick, right? Don’t get your incredibly red suit all dirty about it.” Panicked, Jiung lifts his arm, looking along his elbow to see a few smudges of tree pitch dragging along his sleeve. “Shit,” he murmurs, desperately attempting to rub it off with dry fingers. “was expensive too.”

The curved brim of his hat is full in your vision, a desperate shake to his frame as he fruitlessly tries to lessen the stain. “Spit on it.” You thoughtlessly suggest while crossing your leg over your other, attention fully diverted from his panic, because thats the pleasure you have of doing now.

Jiung stops suddenly, the top half of his face that’s still well hidden from the angle lowers further from your sight. Utterly clueless he eyes at what little skin you’ve exposed to him. Generally speaking the expanse of your soft looking legs isn’t a lot, but with a sex drive as high and responsive as his, Jiung already feels the switch of pressure in his lower region flip.

‘Spit on it’ he thinks, trying to subtly adjust his waist out of view. Do you know how insane you have to be to say that around him and not mean what he now so badly wants it to mean? His short nails drag over the sticky spots along his arm, redirecting his attention to the ground, for your own sake, for his. “I don’t think that’ll work.” He utters.

This is humiliating, he’s the one dressed as a cowboy yet here you are doing the wrangling, and you don’t even know how good of an arm you have.

His thighs tense under the tightening fabric, fighting the sudden urge to move in a way that’ll satisfy his stirring cock. He can’t fuck his ex-girlfriend, thats not something he does, that would be…deplorable, he’d be despised by your shared mix of friends, but fuck, he’s never wanted to see what those buttons on your shirt would reveal if he were to rip them free, would Seob, the more protective of them all even notice if he took you right in front of the orange light? Would he keep watching if Jiung made you messily fuck yourself on his cock? Your finger taps on the crown of his hat, “Your mouth dry?” You ask.

Jiung’s lips part, but then decidedly shut again as he nods. “Yeah, uhm, really dry, is there any water? ‘m not feeling good.”

Honestly, you should’ve known that the host of the party would’ve had it somewhere you’re not even supposed to be, and that all of the drinks were hidden in the barn so it wouldn’t look suspicious coming to the property with heavy coolers and kegs. The water was left behind thinking it wouldn’t be important enough, nor worth the struggle of trudging through sharp dead grass to retrieve it.

You set out towards the ominous building, a quieter volume than you assumed is shared in the passing stroll, the few words that you do exchange are fluid, amiable in short, and enough for you to successfully rock your weight into every divot in the hard-to-see ground. Your ankles have a much easier time when Jiung intently takes your arm around his, making you hold onto him with an assertive hand, you feel the way it effectively causes your dilapidated barrier to crumble under his touch, the frail support beams of your silence that you’ve been silently trying to uphold comes crashing down just as fast as he links into you.

He knows just as well as you that it’ll only lead to more of your mutually fruitless efforts to be squashed underfoot, but neither of you speak on it, instead you step a little harder and you hope a little less that your backup walls manage to persevere through his wrath. Unsure of if this is right, if you’re allowed to cling to him like this, any lick of your self restraint being wrapped up by a frail splitting string, intent on squeezing you in two halves. The small unfurling existence thats been covertly living somewhere inside of him starts to crack when your attention evolves into something vast, the same one that bloomed in the heat of his bed, seeking to be bathed in your pouring praises.

There’s always been something about you, something infuriating, something nauseatingly enticing about the way you patiently tend to his almost-aching cock with such a weightless attention compared to the borderline fret that others may have felt about getting him to reach his peak.

But tonight, he would leave different.

Even as you’re smoothing his pre-cum down the curve of his erection, his unopened bottle of freezing cold water discarded at his feet, your eyes find other things to admire.

Your head is in the clouds and he’s losing to what’s above.

Struggling with the knowledge that the space you occupy is unrestricted area, Jiung fights with the unimpeded sounds of soft fuss that burst from his mouth.

You don’t notice. Or, maybe you just don’t care. “It’s pretty tonight…clear, you notice?” The slightest amount of pressure is appended to your already taut fist as you wetly stroke him down to his base, pace notably far too lackadaisical for his taste, however he still finds some form of joy in this, almost exciting in a way, how you build back into the motion of things, running a finger over his tip ever few returns you make to the head. Despite his prior grievance you do manage to press slightly against his balls with the established speed of your milky glide, a guttural sound initiated by both the coursing zip of twitching pressure and the lack of increase in speed.

After having made a sticky mess of your palm it comes up to circle at his tip, grooving so sensitively against his continuously drooling slit that it admits an additional series of whimpers to escape, some he manages to catch before they drawl out, others he has to physically stop himself from letting free by digging his teeth into his red swollen lip. “Shit, been too fo-fuck! Focussed ‘n you.” Normally, he can pull out a minuscule reaction with that one, but it’s as if his piteous response drifts right past your ears. Continuing to drag long boring strokes absentmindedly you mutter back, “That’s sweet Ji’.” dismissive of his tactics, you look like you’re speaking more to the air and not to his face as you deftly slip the small silver hooks from the top of your corset. “‘s not!” He cries, emotion tightening in his face, trying to evoke some sense of empathy into you, any little sliver you have to offer.

Unsuccessful, you hum to yourself in a hairsbreadth of contemplation, “I don’t feel like putting you in my mouth tonight, y’know. ‘m sorry if that’s what you were waiting for.” It isn’t sincere, he knows you don’t mean it when you take your attention away from him to briefly peak your head out from behind the shed. “Aren’t listening to me…spent s’long, so much ‘f my- fuck, time. Hn’ you wont even pay attention t’me.”

Being on the furthest side from the lights makes for quite the struggle to scan the field, to see if anyone has managed to stray away from the group, you worry for your reclusiveness. Before you can get a good thorough look Jiung weakly rests an unsteady hand on your cheek, curling along the structure of your face as he silently pleas for a minute—just another minute added to his time spent with you, its all he needs.

Narrowed in confusion your eyes find him before the rest of your body cares to follow. “What?” You coax, bland of confusion, or even a genuine interest at all. Still he’s persistent as ever about his goal tonight. To get a word out of you at the very least was successful but nothing to feel exultant about, there’s still a large nagging part of you thats unvanquished, and there’s not a chance he’s backing out now when he’s so, so close.

He swallows, an expression on his face that would be poignant to anyone, except you. “Listen please. Just want you to make me forget where we are, or- shit, who i am to you- if i matter or not. I’ll take it.” He looks pained as your slowing motions come to a gradual halt, letting out a strenuous needy groan, but you can tell in some sick way that he’s savouring every bit of his torture, like he’s ready to spew the words ‘thank you’ any second now as you run your thumb against his sore slit.

His cock stands upright, so wet and heavy that it bobs a little even with the scant movement of his hips and no support of your hand. He’s so pretty, so much that you could chant it in a never ending string until your words blur together and no longer sound real, so pretty and so stupid. The pressure is ripped away, only returned so you drag the pad of your index finger up the side of him so painfully slow.

“You will, huh?” You ask,continuing to trace him. “Whatever i give you?”

Greedier than time, firm in his belief he confirms “Everything.” via burnt throat. “Give yourself to me, need you t’use me if thats what you need.”

“You’ll be quiet?” It’s a gentle ask, as soft as the breeze that makes him shiver just the same when he feels it.

A nod once slowly, twice, and then it becomes so fast. “Everything?” You ask again, bold—unsure of if that’s the kind of question he’ll willingly answer a second time, if it’s something he thought critically about the first, but the feeling of hearing him say it is so satisfying you can’t help wanting it a second time.

It’s funny, someone like you not expecting someone like him to drop everything for just a strum of your time. He has nothing, absolutely and completely nothing to lose. Jiung’s been looking for a pleasant sounding being all his life, and this whole time a symphony was right under his nose.

With not even a waver in his voice Jiung replies, steadfast on his decision for a second time: “Everything.” With equally as much conviction on his tongue.

Fingers work fast at your panties, tugging them down and off. Jiung watches, choked with words, his desire, feeling whiplashed by your pace and the contrast of lace. He’s overwhelmed, but fuck does he enjoy it. The underwear is as good as forgotten when he drags a large tantalizing hand along his stomach, a habit of his that’s known of, he likes the way his nerves tingle, how the feeling goes straight to his cock, it reminds him of the time you made him explain to you in thorough and jaw achingly explicit detail how he likes to fuck himself when you’re away, the way you squeezed your thighs tight when he mentioned the parts that weren’t inherently sexual, but were a habit of teasing. Is it bad to wonder if he stills does it the way he told you? Even though the underwear is an extremely flattering cut and colour, you couldn’t possibly care any less when his fingers reveal the set of butterflies underneath his crisp button down, finger tips dragging over the sensitive lines.

The light touch of your own fingers quickly guide his cock between your plush thighs, “Pretty, whadda’ they mean again?” he can feel the heat you put off before the both of your faces are screwing up at the sudden feel of each others differing temperatures. You don’t really care, he knows you don’t. “Being pretty isn’t enough?” Jiung can feel the brittle air dispel from his body as you reach a hand down to better separate your sticky folds over his dick in addition to a soft rocking motion. Immediately catching at your sopping hole when he shoves forward, you catch the way his chest squeezes in with a depriving inhale of air.

It feels like he’s just been punched in the gut, hands dropping to your waist to keep himself held back against the wood wall, a deep groan unfolds in his chest, shooting up his throat at the haze of pleasurable tingles. “Love that you don’t really care, know you don’t, fuckin’ love it.”

You’re ridiculously soft, and so fucking hot that it almost hurts from the effect of the frigid air, he can’t believe this is what you’ve been keeping from him, that he allowed it to happen. He should not be as gone as he is without even being inside of you yet, but god the thick warmth of your arousal coating over him is so heavenly as you start moving, finding refuge in you from the cold. “Can’t…can’t keep…” he struggles, unknowing of what it is exactly that he can’t do, but what ever it is you’re greatly overestimating him if you continue to keep grinding your slick pussy on him like this.

Mortifying, that’s what it is when his head is thrown back, unable to watch you inconspicuously rub yourself along his length, coupled with getting an ear full of your muffled sounds of pleasure. Taking the opening of his neck you lean in, tongue dragging against his skin before pressing light pecks to the wet area. You move so fervently that he can feel his tip poking out and brushing against your skirt on the other side—dragging along his dick, the stitching in the front soaks up your remaining fluids.

He’s able to catch quick glimpse of his drenched cock with a certain swift bump of his head directly against your clit, but even in his sputtering pleasure he refrains from watching all too closely, even when soft, more audible sighs start billowing out of your pretty mouth. “Y/N, baby plu-please…‘m not as strong willed- fuck, ‘s you think i am.” He tries his best to keep his lower half still, open for you to use—his twitching erection pressed snug under you, between, but the rest of his body unapologetically has a scorching drive of its own.

Not in the softness of his bed but he so badly wishes that he was. He can’t grip at the wrinkled sheets or fist at his pillows, the only surface keeping him held is the damp wall that you can hear the scratch of sewn sequence in the shape of a flying saucer grazing against.

Compared to the wreck of a man pressed in front of you, the pleasure you feel isn’t immense or head spinning-ly good, but, witnessing, feeling the way you have him acting makes up for its lacking amounts. “Ohh, Jiung, already know you aren’t.” The feigned empathetic lilt you speak in comes naturally, your eyes soften, a gloss to them that he’s familiar with being in his own even though his friends swear he has the metabolism of a pig.

He’s so incredibly drunk on you, absolutely wasted—fascinated beyond belief that it’s possible.

Everything feels like its slowed down, he vaguely notices the way your cheeks push your lower eyelids closer to your irises, a sharp devilish smile tensing your muscles as you simultaneously nudge his dick back with the very tip of your index finger, nestling him right under your weeping cunt, your walls tensing with the expectancy of a welcomed stretch.

You’re fucking drenched, fluctuating in excitement as you lift to the tips of your feet, then sink back with a long muted breath as he coasts inside with a huffed “Fuck…”

Nodding his head profusely, in semblance of chanting ‘good, good, good’ as he heels his body forward—out, cold hip bones pressing fluttering kisses against yours. He pauses from the sense of embarrassment augmented by your scrutiny as you sink him deeper, yet it’s still such an addicting feeling to be under, he needs more but can’t bring himself to fall under his orgasm so easily. He spasms, hesitates plenty, all the way until he’s completely bottomed out.

“Please, let me…” your body finds balance with manicured fingers pressed into his shoulders, an aching arch closer to his chest. “Let you what?” You wrangle out through a tight chest, your lips find his, speaking directly against him, into his mouth. “Don’t be coy, jus’ lemme’ fuck you already Y/N.” His head slopes slightly to the left, looking at your lips under his heavy eyelids—already waiting for a kiss that he can only hope you’ll be willing to spare.

He noses at your cheek in waiting, sharing with you his stuttering breaths as he presses a warm peck on the side of your mouth, refusing to kiss where he wants without his call of permission being uttered. “Be good, I will, make you feel- good.” The fasten of your arms around his neck is swift, a further proof of your allowance, “Really good?” You raise, urging his head straight and back.

He feels the hat lift from the back of his warm head, the change in air amplified by the sweat that clings to the roots of his hair. It pops off, but he’s buzzing in delight much too greatly to care. He slides the words out, “Really good.” with a mouth full and wet as you reach for the broad crown of white, fingers hugging as you lift it over to your head.

“Go on then.”

Almost instantaneously he’s grabbing your hips, planting a solid foot and expertly moving from his place to fit you between his chest and the barn. Hushing your small surprised gasp once he’s certain you’re stable, a chaste kiss against your brow bone as a damp palm wraps against your outer thigh, he moves it up, out, opening you so he can press further in as they drive forward, canted in his haste. “Wet—s’fucking wet my girl.” It’s a reflex to bury himself inside of you, as much- as far as you can handle and stilling once he can’t nudge himself any further. Every inch of his figure is effected by small shakes and straining twitches, choppy voice narrowly escaping as he palms at your neck, feeling, covering as much of your skin that his hands are capable of with a tight grasp of your thigh in his other hand, he needs you everywhere. Watches the process of your mouth falling slack, taking everything in, feeling the tender depth he reaches even at such a difficult angle, your fiery brain can’t even begin to comprehend how much more of you he’d be able to reach if you were in a different angle, one more accommodating, and promising of pliability.

“Focus, shut up ‘nd focus!-”

A small significantly heavier jump of his hips has your nerves shot to hell, but you hold yourself tight, even a sliver of composed is enough to be convincing. He works out of you in short, taking a fingers width worth of himself out, then giving you added an additional width of two in each return. The feeling is good, it’s filling after being starved for so long- a hunger strike if you will, but it doesn’t succeed in bringing you any closer to your orgasm. “Thought you said, you’d make me feel good.” You huff in a thin unconvincing voice, frustrated. His head descends to your shoulder, thinking that he’s welcomed when you let the slope of him in, that this is his claim, that there’s no more ground another person could cover that he’s not already been.

Nails sharp and hot scratch at his scalp in the motion of your joints closing around a clump of hair at the back of his head.

“disappointing.” Floats straight to his ear, its invasive, vibrating inside of his head like a frantic bee.

A startling moan rips from his hold, the kind where you know it was large and full of bass to start with but not strong enough to uphold up its weight, like helium spewing from the volatile confines of latex. Whining frantically, his eyes snap shut as he digs his face further into you, damp flesh pressing into damp flesh, the wet sticky sound of his cock repeatedly plunging into you from the rutting at such a loose impatient pace. The sight is indescribable, the rocking of two bodies, moving as one, feeling as one, yet the brains that keep you moving are so incredibly different from each-other, disconnected in emotion by light years, steps, miles, planes apart, but physically the closest you’d ever come to be.

His jaw is wrung slack, drool pooling out with his tongue lax over the edge of his bottom teeth. Globs of the tepid liquid drip as his thrusts flatten out into timed punches, it leaks down your clavicle, sticking to the curvature of your collarbones. His meek sounds jointly purged by your body as he slips the opening of the corset further apart, impetuously tugging further so he can get a proper hand on the soft skin.

Small unintelligible sounds are made in the back of his throat as he presses the centre of his palm to your breast, squishing the tense of your nipple into it. “Ji’,” he hears, restlessness distinct in your voice, coaxing, hoping for something more. Heedlessly Jiung’s arm, fingers that you’re so desperate to feel under your skirt, disappear from your sight, feeling as he brigs it to the side of your ass, resulting in an even greater awkward position for him to be in with his height, but he can ignore the strain he feels in certain pints of his neck and back for the way you start pressing into his hand, a struggled whine leaving your mouth with the offer of your chest to his touch. “Oh, you like that.” A squeeze to the supple round of your ass evokes a heaved sigh as he presses a cold wet kiss to the base of your neck.

The meek stimulation to your nipples isn’t as effective as your clit being played with, a vitalization, but not a slake to your insatiable thirst. A dry swallow, the pleasure all fizzles and intertwines the same even in its marginal amounts, you can’t bleat about it, the intentional squeezing around him becomes close to incessant because of it, begging that he continues with the teasing pinches as his hips oscillate with a steady reoccurring flow into yours.

From the sole feel of your body confidence daringly creeps up over his shoulder, pink tongue drawing the essence of it back in.

A silent indecipherable moment shared as he looks to you before leaning in, eyes flitting as he laves against the neglected bud, further covering you in him as the muscle retreats, curls back, cradling the secretion of saliva into the bend of his tongue before his lips pucker, letting gravity take over as it dribbles it out across your tit.

Brushing back his tussled hair, wanting a look of the glassy liquid as it departs from the warmth of his mouth, your body moves without the need for communication, fruitlessly drying to grind against his pelvis, but he’s got so much more ground. Your hand moves rashly against his mouth, index finger accepted gracefully by his tongue, an unhesitant thing—dancing against the digit.

Jiung—already so dazed, retracts back outside of you, leaving a few inches of himself in for a fleeting moment. The empty space he leaves behind aches for his return, but the sight of him readily taking a second finger to join your other mitigates any measly discomfort.

“Tell you i like it, ‘s that mean you wont touch on my clit for me?”

His lips tighten, tongue licking up against the appendages, trying to shake his head, lidded glossy eyes stare intently at your face.

“You know I’ll touch you all you want, just tell me.”

“Shut the fuck up, keep moving.” A tempting beckon for him to return back to the heat between your legs is made, small barely noticeable spots of dark over the thigh of his red slacks, how could he resist knowing of the mess you’ve made? He reaches down, skirt bunching around his wrist as his middle finger straightens out from its curve, running directly against the spot that has your entire body tensing.

A continuous slide is maintained as his thrusts quicken, full, unceasing.

The deep all consuming indication of his approaching orgasm falls into the unwonted rhythm of yours, frantic muttering and endearing whines that you try and fail to retain behind those pretty lips of yours.

It’s predictable, he thinks, the reckless abandon of your body trying to meet the movement of his own, craving for the throttling nudge of his cock to hit that special place you’ve been dreaming of.

Shallow breaths shared in a silent race. Jiung can feel your arousal starting to cover more of his finger, the dwindle in volume of your noises and the succumbing weakness in your legs. “Hol’ on pretty, mmnh—‘m gettin’ there,” he pants, your hip is far past the point of discomfort but the pain only punches your orgasm closer. “wait f’me, you can wait, huh? Know you fuckin’ can.”

God, you know you sound pathetic when a headlong “mhm!” Is tumbling from your restraint, and he adores the feeling of your body curling in on him, whether it’s subconscious or not, how you grip him so tightly, and beg for him to keep fucking you through your orgasm because once you’re stampeding through the crest of it qyou can’t keep a sensible control of how you sound or the way you move.

The obscuring blanket of fog on the windows collect into small droplets, he’s closer to believing that with each prolonged close of his eyelids that the small action spurs them to spill, allowing what’s left of the outside world a glimpse in through the thin clear streaks.

Hands abandon the secure hold on his flimsy shirt that drapes haphazardly off your backside, once spotless, now defaced by nature and your recklessness.

A lingering smell of sex hangs over your heads in the confined space, it should be repugnant, concerning the way he inhales the balmy scent so greedily, but on his own accord he justifies it in the sense that no matter how much he resents its existence, everything about you is so addicting-ly cruel—sweet with an overthrow of bitter that he yearns to internalize. You’ve always tasted, smelled all the same in compelling amounts.

Jiung can’t bring himself to be worried about his primarily bare frame being seen when his dick sheaths up into you so easily in frail minor strokes. The repetitive movement of his body leads his natural musk to emanate a heavier trace behind on your skin, the softer notes of his amber cologne crushed along the obsessive pull and hold at your back, frantically trying to keep your jelly limbs solid against him.

Stained shirt is gripped tighter in his fist, softening a whine by plunging it into an exhale as he hoists your body further up his thighs. The sheer amount of unpredictability of the situation arouses a flurry of tingles to surge from the bottom of his stomach, resistance starting to dwindle as you steadily crawl out of your hot slumber, thinking of the varying ways Jongseob would react if he conveniently showed up.

Jiung likes that someone could easily peak in and catch the both of any minute now with the recent influx of spilling people that exit from the property.

The paced rut of his cock drives him closer into overstimulation, having forced himself to still the past 2 times the unwelcome pressure of his peak pulled him to the top, you asked of him to wait, the request still vivid in his head, ‘until I wake’.

He’s doing himself absolutely no good, the steer of your weighty hips in his hold revitalize the entirety of the moment you asked him so sweetly to take care of you when your stamina was proved to be inadequate for the stretch of time he’s capable of keeping you busy in the back of the cold vehicle—knocked out with the remnants of your request still drowsily hanging onto your lips not too long after you snagged the keys from Seob’s pocket, your top clasped one hook off from the other.

The sudden flatten of your knees holding out on the seat gives him a better advantage, as well as a little bit of a scare. His clammy palms migrate to your ass, feeling on you as you press up for him, keeping yourself still so he can properly fuck into you from below. “J’…” you hum, voice barren and small, the middle buckle under your leg digging against your bone.

A hand massages at you, drawing light against the expanse of your soft skin. “I know honey, hn’know—shit..”

2:13 was read the last time he checked his phone, the feeble sound of yelling from the party starting to lose it’s vibrancy, to it now being 3:00 am with little to no noise, and his phone battery on the cusp of giving out and plunging the screen into indefinite darkness—something he’d normally be worried about, furthermore, try his best to avoid, but the way your breathing gradually softens on top of his chest as your body wakes to full responsiveness, telling by the squeezes around his length that its just what you asked for, it makes the significance of his trivial concerns so unusually minuscule.

His eyes clamp shut, swallowing down his discomfort from the lack of space he was meant to endure. “S’good, you’ve always felt s’fucking good, sweet girl.” He shifts again, caressing the back of your head, anchoring you through his stammering thrusts.

“Thirsty.” You groggily complain, slithering a slow hand between your bodies, pussy twitching from the praise, aching to be touched. Jiung was fearful of the sore throat that he knows you wordlessly suffer from now, it always does after you drink, your hoarse squeaks evidential as you trace messy circles over your puffy clit. Body far more awake than you feel.

He didn’t think to take any water before the two of you managed to slip by the boys, and there’s sure as hell not any sitting in here. “Poor baby.” Inwardly he takes the flitting time to mull it over, but realistically there’s not many options to begin with. Well, except for one.

He doesn’t hesitate when guiding your head back down to level with him, his flicking his chin up as an indication for a kiss, to which you cluelessly comply. He’s a little stunned that you meet him halfway, the mobility of his lower body unceasing, but that doesn’t hinder the process of his tongue invading your mouth seconds after he’s finally able to properly press his rigid lips against your soft pliable ones.

Expertly he shoves a wad of his spit onto your tongue, another peck left at the corner of your mouth as it disperses over the muscle before he curtly tips back. “Swallow.” He husks, sealing you off, parting from his offering.

He leans back onto his forearms, folded up blazer pushed beneath his shoulders, leaving you leaned over, wet lips holding the additional liquid inside. You let it slide to the back of your throat, gathering, he waits to see the movement in your neck so he knows that you’ve swallowed it.

When you do, the peak of his 2nd orgasm starts breaching his senses almost simultaneously.

The body of the van rocks in his urgency, sweat beading out from his hairline as it squeaks, empty cans at the foot of the front seats rattling. “Good, baby?” His face pinches, struggling to punch the words out. “Good Ji’, so fuckin’ good.”

The feeling of his quickly approaching orgasm is unworldly, yet the nagging palpability of your current circumstances looms equally significant in vitality. “Jongseobie…‘s gonna be so—so mad at us.” He worries aloud, glancing down at the dark outline of your hips that starts straying from the tempo he set, the wet sloshing sound of your cunt recklessly sucking him down intense to his ears. Your sporadic grinding against him is relieving to see. You’re close, within the same nearing distance that he is, aching for the final puncture at your thinning endurance that’ll snap you slack. “Making a mess, all over me ‘n the seats.”

What a time to finally have some consideration for your friend.

Instantly he feels the leverage you use to pitch your upper body upright, holding the top of the headrest as you meet his thighs with short bounces. You can only dream of reaching over to muffle his irrelevant noise with a hand, trying to focus on the creeping sensation that starts strumming at your nerves, one that makes your legs feel fuzzy, and causes sweat to drip down your back, it’s far more pleasant of a feeling when his mouth is shut.

Piqued by the sound of his voice, you huff back an unconvincing “We’ll deal with it-” as your head lulls back, allowing yourself to fall into the dark of your eyelids, letting you forget about what’s on the other side of the van, and exactly how you got here in the first place the faster you rub at your clit. “Jiung,” you whine, spasming and restless.

“Yeah baby” he struggles out.

You shift, hold straining around the headrest, around his cock in the same, slippery finger ruthlessly sliding on your clit.

“Need- shit Jiung, need you to shut the fuck up already, make me come.”

Fuck, it’s ridiculous the way you ask him of any little thing and he’s jumping to get it done. Jiung doesn’t take your demand lightly, a thoughtless account as his foot presses onto the carpet floor, the piston of his hips deepening out with the aid, pressing his length into you as far as he can reach, the unforgivingly lewd mix of your fluids ringing at the plinth of his cock—sticky against what’s managed to leak to the underside of your legs, you feel its thick consistency spread further from the shared pace that has you unraveling overtop of him in the matter of minutes, sinking from the muffled sound of his voice.

“Love—love you, baby, please, please say it back.” He blubbers pathetically, convinced by no one either than himself that you’re just as deep into this as he is, that’s this is just as emotionally charged.

“Come back, come back t’me…missed this pussy s’fucking much- god, fucking miss you.”

He can’t comprehend the second his own climax hits, it’s a blur of flesh and liquid, the stiffening of your body, the aggressive shaking from your waist down.

Your spent body melts down on top of his, a shared exhaustion sinking into your bones.

Fingers rub softly against the small of your back, unwilling to move even if the cramped position makes him ache and numb in certain points of his limbs. You hardly move, and for a fleeting moment he’s able to take it all in, the stillness, the quiet, the ambience that resembles the warmth of your relationship, clumsily fucking in places you shouldn’t, disappearing on weekends and not a singular trace left behind of where you went.

This is us, he thinks, painfully convincing himself into believing it utterly and completely, that this is leeway back into your old affairs. But the truth, it couldn’t be more clear, you’ve known it long before the door slides shut.

Tugging at your skirt, you smooth yourself out as you step away without a spared glance back, keys pressed into your palm, wrapped by your fingers. You’re content, satiated even previously being in the face of your unremitting constraint, you got what you came for, throughout the time it took you to get it, maybe you didn’t succeed in becoming the spectacle you thought yourself to be among everyone else, but with the spoken covet of your presence in his life again, you sure as hell felt like it.

Hefty footsteps thump closer to you at a concerning pace that slows you down. Flashlights swing along the ground, with the lack of it you can’t tell exactly who is running down the path—concerned by the urgency in their pace until the figure comes to a sudden out of breath stop.

Jongseob bends over, his sandpaper tongue striking the roof of his mouth.

“Cops were called, we gotta go.”

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kisseobie · 1 month ago

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my aim is to have all of my piwontober fics posted during this weekend :/ sorry

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kisseobie · 1 month ago

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everyone please check the warnings before reading!

but omg the roleplay 😵‍💫 need husband kyo to pretend to be some perv stalker please

🎃 piwontober : day 22 || y. keeho ; sleepy sex/lactation kink/stalking

synopsis 👻 what happens when you, a divorced mother, have a secret admirer who likes you a little too much? ⚠️TW: NONCON THEMES, CONSENT IS KEY⚠️ 🦇 WORD COUNT - 1.2K 🦇

October 22. You were a person who was willing to try anything, and you mean anything. So when a certain someone suggested a new vague idea to you, of course you were willing to try it.

The crib your baby was in rocked back and forth as you sighed to yourself. You loved your daughter more than anything else in the world. You don't remember when and why he- your shitty husband- left, it was trauma blocked from your memory. He didn't matter to you much anyways, he had a small dick and you were only with him for the money. It was just you and your little girl, Hana, against the world.

But what if there was a secret third person? You had always believed in guardian angels. However, your “so-called” guardian angel wasn't who you thought it was.

Cue Yoon Keeho. A man fresh out of college and admired by many. He was a family friend of yours, and you had grown fond of him.

Keeho was also fond of you, but in a more intense way. He knew pretty much everything about you. Like how your husband ran away from you for another woman. Or how you like listening to k-pop. Or even how sometimes after your daughter is asleep, you silently masturbate in your bed, biting your lips and trying not to wake up the sleeping child.

How Keeho wished those fingers inside you were his, how he wished that he could please you. That's when he came up with a plan. A plan that he was sure would benefit you the same way it'd benefit him.

Timeskip to when you sent your daughter to visit your grandparents for the weekend. You had just finished washing the dishes of your dinner and you headed to your room. You did your usual nightly routine: showering, brushing your teeth, putting on your pajamas. You were just about to drift into slumber before you heard something.

You don't remember how it exactly happened. But you remember hearing the sound of the window opening and a creak on your bed as the intruder pinned you on the bed. The intruder wore a mask and an all black outfit. In contrast, you were wearing a baggy t-shirt and no pants. You tried to move your hands, but it was no use- the intruder had your wrists held down.

“Wh-What do you want from me?” You asked.

“Your pussy,” The intruder- who you were now able to identify as a very perverted male- replied. He was rutting his erection against your clothed cunt.

“Mhh… stop,” You groaned, too tired to fight back. The man released his grip to take your shirt off, relishing in the way your boobs looked. He craned his neck and popped a nipple in his mouth. You've only recently stopped breastfeeding your daughter, so the sensation felt familiar, but it felt so… odd?

The man pulled half of his mask up, flashing his grin. “Your milk tastes as yummy as I thought, I've always wanted to try it.” You grimaced at his words before your face mangled in one of ecstacy. He started rubbing at your clit. You hadn't had any stimulation there from someone else in forever. “You needed this, didn't you? I know I did.”

“No! I don't need it! I do-” Your cries were muffled by his tongue exploring the crevices of your mouth. You tried pushing him away, but it was no use.

His fingers hooked at the hem of your panties as he gently pulled them down. You felt weird, so disgusting. No way you were wet from someone breaking in and touching you nonconsensually, no way. He pulled his pants and boxers down next. Though it was dark, you could see how big he was. You whimpered in protest, you didn't want this. You repeated that in your head over and over, as if it would stop this from happening.

Amidst the chaos in your mind, it never once appeared in your brain that the voice of the intruder seemed vaguely familiar. Scratch vaguely, very familiar.

But you shouldn't be worrying about that right now, not when the intruder was pushing his mushroom tip past your puffy folds. “Shiiit,” The intruder hissed, “Feels so good, you feel so good, y/n.”

Your blood ran cold. How did he know your name? Your mind went straight to your daughter. How was she doing? It was late, Hana was probably sleeping soundly at the time.

“Who are you?” You spat out, flailing your feet as a puny defense mechanism.

Just like your previous attempts, it did no good. The intruder delivered a harsh slap to your clit. “Let me have this, come on. You're sucking me in so well, it's almost as if you want this. You want this, don't you?”

The intruder kept on putting words in your mouth that you never said, and it irked you. But what irked you even more was that he was right. You needed some sort of sexual relief. He started tweaking at your nipples again, and even under the mask, you can tell his eyes were drawn to the way milk dribbled out of your tits.

“I-I won't repeat the question, w-who are you~? Why me?” You sobbed, fat tears flowing down your face. If you were somewhat conscious earlier, you were definitely fully awake now.

The intruder pulled off his mask mid-thrust, and now you were finally able to connect the dots. Yoon Keeho, a family friend you'd known since he was a kid, had broken into your house. “Recognize me now, princess? I chose you because I want you more than everything else in the world right now. And you're giving me quite literally that."

You, much to your dismay(?), came, vision turning white as your release coated Keeho's dick. “It feels so good, Keeho…” You felt so bad for cumming, as if it was your childhood and you were stealing cookies from the cookie jar behind your parents back.

“Yeah, does it now~?” Keeho smirked, biting into your shoulder. “I'm gonna give your daughter a sibling, she'll be happy, won't she?” Keeho's cum filled up your womb, and you couldn't do anything to stop him. You were now his, and he was now yours.

“Did I have to play a college student?” Keeho asked, handing you the water he retrieved from the kitchen. Your first actual attempt at roleplay, and he was surprisingly realistic for the first time.

“I thought that it would be an interesting trope to do, do you have any better ideas, Mr. scriptwriter?” Keeho was silent. “That's what I thought.” You playfully stuck your tongue out at him.

“You irritate me,” Keeho sighed, “But you played your role well. How do you think Hana is doing right now?”

“She's hopefully asleep right now,” One of the only real things in your little roleplay escapade: Hana really was sent to her grandparents house to visit, “And so will I. Good night, Keeho.”

“Good night, y/n.”

The cool night air from the open window filled you and your husband's shared room, and you both fell asleep in each others arms.

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i am so all over the place rn guys i’m sorry 😭

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i fucking love u user leepace.

Snakebite ٭ Hwang Intak

✮ day 19 of piwon kinktober

✮ intak x afab!reader

✮ wc: 1.3k

✮ warnings: body worship, biting, blow jobs

special thanks to @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts for hosting! 🎃🖤

Ignoring his pleas, you kept your place in between his thighs. You began to leave a trail of kisses, your lips coming in contact with soft skin and rugged muscle. Pushing at his knee so that Intak would spread his legs out wider, you were then given access to lean down and begin to pepper the thin skin on the inside of his thigh, ending with you sinking your teeth down against the flesh around his pelvis.

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Intak hissed out above you once your tongue swirled against the tip of his cock, heavy eyelids staring back at you. With his lips in between his teeth, Intak watched as you took his cock into your mouth. You hollowed out your cheeks after plunging your head back down.

“Just like that, please–,” Intak whimpered out.

Humming around his cock, you felt as his hips jerked, a guttural moan coming from Intak as you did so. His sudden movement made you sputter around him, saliva pooling at the base after taking your mouth away. The lack of sensation made him start to whimper again.

You didn't go too far, dipping your head so that your lips were now grazing against Intak’s thigh. “That was kind of mean. Did I deserve that?”

Intak began his blabbering again. “No, I’m sorry, I didn't mean to, it felt so good, I need to cum, please,” his voice was high pitched, whiny.

“Fuck–, please,” His begging wasn't pinpointed by his words, his leaking cock resting against his navel being the only clue to his needs.

“Please what?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

Intak’s hips had started to passively lift from where he laid on the bed, thrusting into nothingness as his body did its best to try and capture some sort of relief. His sigh was heavy when he wasn't able to do so.

“I need you,” he breathed out.

You smiled against his skin, hair tickling against your nose. “Need me to do what?”

Your lips went back to his thighs, Intak’s tan skin flexing, showing off how the muscles in his legs contorted whenever your teeth scraped against the inner flesh. It was like he jumped out of his skin when you decided to place a kiss against his scrotum. His reaction made you do it again.

“Please make me cum, please make me cum, please,” Intak choked out, swearing you could see tears well up in his eyes.

Placing one of your hands against the top of Intak’s knee, the other gripped itself against the top of his cock. The pressure alone made a moan ripple out from Intak’s chest, his hips beginning to thrust on their own again. His movements only stopped once he felt the nails dig into his knee.

Catching his eyes, you stilled briefly before speaking. “If you’re asking me to make you cum, then let me.”

Your stare was lost as Intak’s eyes fluttered closed, nodding as he took a deep breath in. He allowed you to go back to taking bites and kisses against his thighs, your hand around his cock collecting precum in between your fingers. A drawn out whine escaped his lips after your mouth left his leg, leaving a red damp hickey in its wake. Not giving him a chance to breathe, you leaned back down, keeping him still as you ran your tongue against his balls.

Your wet lips took Intak into your mouth, a string of profanities mixing in with his now frequent moans. The taste of him entered your senses, a salty sweetness consuming your every thought. With a slowness, your hand began to move back and forth along his shaft, swearing you heard a choked cry coming from above as you did so. The grip you had around his knee tightened as your pace quickened, your nails digging into the solid muscle.

Breathing in his scent, your nose tickled against the short hairs of his groin as you played with his balls in your mouth. Swirling your tongue, your licks coincided with the speed of your wrist as saliva began to drool down your chin. It was like Intak’s grunts were becoming more desperate, his appetite only being so fulfilled by the proximity of your lips.

A wet slap hit in between Intak’s legs once you took your mouth away with an exaggerated pop. His furrowed brow showed off how he was already brewing up a string of pleas, you not allowing a single word out before replacing your hand clasped around his cock with your lips.

“F-fuck,” Intak inhaled sharply. His hand came swiftly down to place itself on top of your head, keeping it there as if he was afraid you’d disappear again. There was little pressure, his placement simply there for his own well being.

Bobbing up and down, you did your best at taking him down your throat. With your tongue flat you ran its course up his shaft, your saliva coating down for you to place your hand back around the base. In earnest, your wrist moved at the same pace as your mouth, meeting where it wasn't able to reach.

You could taste salt when your tongue flicked against the head of Intak’s cock, a desperate cry coming from his throat as you did so. His pathetic state underneath you had begun to slightly tremble the longer you fucked your mouth against him, and it was beginning to drive you up a wall.

With your free hand, you hooked if beneath Intak’s knee so that you were now straddling the bottom of his thigh. Pressing yourself harshly against him, you had started to rutting your hips, your underwear soaked through while you continued to suck his cock. Hollowing out your cheeks whenever leaning back up, you could feel how Intak was beginning to constrict and pulsate against your wet mouth.

The pressure of his thigh sent a shockwave throughout your body, the electrical storm that had been brewing starting to rain down. You moaned around him, chasing at your orgasm while trying to award Intak his. The vibration made another moan ripple through Intak’s chest, wrecked and desperate this time.

“Don't stop, please don't stop,” Intak’s voice was barely audible as he breathed words out of his mouth like a mantra. His fingers had found their way into your hair, gripping onto the roots not to govern anything, but to stabilize his own shaking limbs.

Heat in your gut was pouring over like molten lava, threateningly bubbling to explode. One look at Intak and you knew it was over; eyes glazed over with what only could be similarity described as brain dead, his fat bottom lip hanging along with his jaw. He was losing control just like you were.

A choked out cry was your only warning before you felt the hot wetness that coated the back of your throat as Intak came. His hips had buckled slightly, thrusting his cock into your mouth and staying still as he rode out his orgasm. Shamelessly, you followed him by grinding down on Intak until you were overcome with a crashing wave, cumming against his thigh.

Dizzy with shallow breathing, you lapped at Intak's length after taking him out of your mouth lazily, still trying to come down from your own high. Intak’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes were shut and head to the side as if he was trying to regain his ability to use his words. His hung jaw only closed so that he could lick away the sweat that formed on his upper lip.

Intak then smiled, his eyes still closed. “You really like my thighs, huh,” he said it like a statement rather than a question, lifting his leg slightly, making you notice the damp wetness you had created on his bare leg.

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oh this is my new favorite taeyang fic 😭😭😭 i want him soooo bad ugh need a pt.2 i fear !!!!! reader and theo pls get back together

Nightmare on Ex Street | Choi Taeyang

Exes can really be a terror. Especially at a Halloween party with all your friends where you can't seem to stay away from each other...

Piwontober Day 17

Prompt: face fucking/shame/guilt with choi taeyang

🎃 Pairing: ex!choitaeyang x reader

🎃 Word Count: 4.1k

🎃 Genre: Smut, pwp, some angst and drama, fluff

🎃 Rating: 18+

🎃 Warnings: Concerned besties Jiung and Seob, explicit language, consumption of alcohol (pls drink responsibly ‼️), Taeyang in his A concept fit deserves its own warning, tension, dom!taeyang, teasing, dirty talk, we love secretly hooking up with our ex behind all our friends' backs 🤭, making out, scratching, hair pulling, marking, biting, groping, grinding, praise, explicit sexual content, fingering, crying, cum eating, brief handjob, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, it's a little fluffy and also chaotic at the end 🤩

A/N: Happy Kinktober everyone 👻 Hope you enjoy my fic for day 17 as part of @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts Piwontober event 🎃 This is my smut writing debut for Piwon so thank you so much for reading if you do 🥰

Thanks so much to the other half of my Potheoto @hakuheartsoul for being the best beta and my #1 supporter and encourager 🥹 I feel so lucky to get to write with my favorite person ilysm 💜💜💜

Lastly I am a slut for Greek Mythology and there's some basic references with the costumes in this fic so here's a quick little guide:

- Reader: Aphrodite (Goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality and also Ares's lover)

- Taeyang: Ares (God of War and also Aphrodite's lover)

- Jongseob: Thanatos (Personification of death)

- Shota: Hades (God of the dead)

- Jiung: Artemis (Goddess of the hunt and sister of Apollo)

- Intak: Apollo (God of the sun and brother of Artemis)

- Keeho: Athena (Goddess of wisdom)

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“You sure you’re gonna be okay going tonight?” Jiung asked you, and it was impossible to miss the worry in your friend’s voice.

You turned away from Jongseob, whose eyeliner you were currently doing, to frown at the other man, “Why wouldn’t I be, Ji?”

Jiung’s cheeks flushed and he started fidgeting nervously.

“You know, just because, uh, he’s gonna be there.”

Your frown deepened as you looked down at your other friend to gauge his reaction. Jongseob didn’t seem quite as determined to voice his concern, but you could still see the uncertainty that flashed across his face. They were sweet to worry, really, but you were going to be just fine tonight.

“Guys,” you started, crossing your arms over your chest, “Taeyang and I have been broken up for two months now. I’m fine. I promise.”

Leaving no more room for argument, you focused your attention back on your friend’s make up. You heard the intake of breath behind you as Jiung opened his mouth to say something else, but you were quickly cutting him off.

“Jiung, if you make me fuck up Seob’s make up, then I’ll make sure you’re going to this party as a dead man.”

He offered no more comments, and Jongseob was definitely way too intimidated now to try to add anything. There was nothing to worry about though, truly.

As far as you were concerned, you were going to stay as far away from Taeyang tonight as possible. It might’ve been Halloween, but you sure as hell weren’t planning on letting tonight turn into some kind of horror shit show. No. Tonight, for all intents and purposes, Taeyang was as good as dead to you.

“Happy Halloween bitches!” Keeho greeted the three of you, smoking drink already in hand as he opened the door wider to let you slip inside the house.

“Holy shit Kee.” you remarked softly as you took in your surroundings.

He had gone all out with fake spiderwebs, fog machines, projections, and a variety of Halloween decor. The ash haired man smirked proudly, “You like?”

“Dude, it’s even better than last year!” Jiung exclaimed excitedly, his eyes lit up like a kid’s in a candy store.

Keeho beamed at the compliment, and you were happy to see him so happy.

“The costumes are sick by the way! Thanks for staying on theme this year. Wait until you see the others. Shota really committed this year.” he informed you, and your other friend strolled into the room almost as if he had been summoned.

The theme for the annual Halloween party this year had been gods and goddesses. You had come as Aphrodite, Jiung was Artemis, and Jongseob was Thanatos. Judging by the owl circlet on your host’s head, he was dressed as Athena. Shota gave the appearance of gliding across the floor as he came over to join everyone.

You, Jiung, and Jongseob all let out audible gasps as you took in his Hades costume. He looked like a reaper incarnate in his pitch black toga, complete with a long, billowing cloak to match. His newly dyed silver hair and dark and smokey makeup elevated the look even more. You also noticed the hoop in his nose that hadn’t been there the last time you’d seen him.

“Sho, you look amazing oh my god!!” you gushed, and his cheeks tinted at the compliment.

“Dude,” Jongseob piped up, gesturing between himself and Shota, “we did the accidental twin thing, again.”

Seob’s costume was much more gray toned, and he had a prop scythe, but their overall looks were extremely similar.

“You guys say accidental every year, but you do realize none of us believe that you don’t purposely coordinate costumes, right?” Jiung teased, and you and Keeho nodded in agreement.

The “twins” just stood there pouting at the three of you. You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone suddenly came up behind you and threw an arm around you and Jiung, “They’re not the only ones with the matching costume agenda this year.”

You resisted the urge to punch Intak for his unannounced arrival as you took in his white toga adorned with a giant golden sun pin. The bronze laurels in his fluffy, honey blonde hair further confirmed his costume choice as Apollo.

“Awww, you and Ji match this year. How cute.” you voiced, reaching up to ruffle the hair on both of their heads.

They quickly ducked away from you, Jiung readjusting his crown of silver moons. Intak was chuckling softly, and you raised your eyebrows at him in confusion.

“I wasn’t talking about me and Jiung. I meant you because Taeyang came as-”

“Ares.”

All of you whirled around at the sound of the new, but familiar voice. Any coherent thought flew right out of your head at the sight of the man leaning in the corner against the wall. He had come as Ares all right.

Your eyes trailed over the chunky black combat boots tucked into a pair of dark splatter patterned jeans, and your breathing hitched as your gaze traveled further up. Was the man fucking insane??

The black tank. The leather jacket completely embellished with metal rings that hung on his broad frame in a way that was practically criminal. The fake dagger clutched in his hand. The layers of chains littering his stupid neck. And the icing on the fucking cake. The blazing crimson hair that had a slightly wet look to it that was so infuriatingly sexy that it made you want to stab the man with his own weapon.

Everyone nervously looked between you and the man in the corner, who now had a very subtle smirk on his face. The tension became even more noticeable as he started making his way over to you. So much for the avoiding him at all costs strategy. Not that you would’ve been able to help it anyway when he looked like that. Oh you were so going to kill him.

You did your best to remain indifferent, externally at least, as he came to stand in front of you. He had always been taller than you, but his boots were making him tower over you even more than usual. You could feel everyone’s eyes on the two of you. It was like your friends were all waiting to see if a bomb would go off, and honestly, you couldn’t really blame them.

With him up close now you took notice of the striking silver makeup under one of his eyes. It made it look like he was crying liquid metal. He looked so breathtaking tonight, and it made you want to scream.

“Aphrodite.” he greeted you, and you didn’t miss the way his dark eyes swept over your figure.

God. You were going to rip off his costume and fuck him right there in front of everyone.

“Taeyang.” you said back simply as you continued to pretend like you could care less.

“Nice costume.” he remarked, somehow making the two words sound like some kind of foreplay.

Before you could offer any kind of reply, Keeho was pushing his way between the two of you with a giant bowl of candy, “Okaaaaaay, I think it’s time to go hand out candy! Everyone follow me outside!”

Intak and Shota were already grabbing Taeyang to drag him away, and you felt Jiung and Jongseob’s hands on your back as they did the same.

“We have nothing to worry about huh?” Jiung queried, giving you a knowing look.

“That really didn’t seem like nothing Y/N…” Seob added from your other side.

“Guys. I said I would be fine, and I am. I’m. Fine. Just drop it, please.” you hissed as the three of you stepped back out into the night.

Trick or treaters were already beginning to swarm Keeho’s yard, and soon there was a line all the way down the driveway. Keeho and Intak were manning the candy, which was beginning to rapidly disappear. You saw Shota and Taeyang standing off to the side and commenting on all the kids' costumes. Your ex’s loud and familiar laughter reached your ears, and your chest tightened at the sound.

“I’m gonna go back in and grab a drink really quick, do you guys want anything?” you asked your two friends who still hadn’t left your side.

They both shook their heads, and you turned to head back inside. You risked a glance at Taeyang as you passed by, only to find his eyes already on you, practically burning right through you. You shivered before quickly looking away and slipping through the front door. As soon as it closed behind you, you braced yourself against it and took several deep breaths.

“This cannot be fucking happening.” you groaned quietly as you did your best to clear your head.

You spotted the smoking cauldron that Keeho always used for his special signature Halloween cocktail and took hurried steps over to it. Keeho was never willing to give up the recipe, but his drinks were always the perfect mix of delicious and guaranteed to fuck you up fast. You poured yourself a glass and took a small sip. As always you could barely taste the alcohol, and you resisted the urge to down the rest of your drink. With all the variables tonight, that would probably be a terrible idea…

You decided to indulge in some of the food that was laid out on the long table instead, swiping a cupcake with bright orange frosting. You had just taken a huge bite, when you heard the front door swinging open. And of fucking course it was Taeyang. He blinked at you in surprise, and you quickly swallowed the cake in your mouth.

“What are, what are you doing here?”

“Keeho sent me to grab some more bags of candy. The kids out there are ruthless, we’re already almost out.”

You just nodded as your eyes darted down to the table. You could still feel Taeyang watching you, and you waited to see if he was going to approach you. He only hesitated for another moment before disappearing into the kitchen to retrieve the extra bags of candy and exiting the way he had come. You downed some more of your drink as soon as you heard the door close behind him, and finished off your cupcake in a few more bites.

Maybe you were getting all worked up for nothing. Maybe Taeyang was just as determined to stay away from you tonight. Maybe you had finally gotten through to each other and last time had really been the last time.

You barely registered the door opening again, too consumed by your wandering thoughts. Red suddenly invaded your vision, and you looked up to see the man who had been the subject of your mental spiral staring down at you.

“Y/N, you’re not avoiding me are you?” he asked, his tone teasing.

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course not.” you replied defensively, and hopefully convincingly.

Strong fingers gripped your chin to hold you in place as Taeyang forced you to meet his sultry gaze, “Tell me the truth.”

“Taeyang. Don’t.” you whispered even though you could already feel your resolve beginning to crumble in his intoxicating presence.

“Don’t what?” he questioned innocently, leaning close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your face.

“We’re broken up.” you reminded him, but your hands twitched as you fought against the urge to reach out and touch him.

“I’m well aware. That didn’t stop us a few weeks ago though, now did it? Or the time before that. Or the time before that. Or any of the times really…” he went on taunting you, a devilish glint in his eyes as they slowly traveled down the length of your body.

Oh fucking hell.

“Taeyang,” you started, hating the way your voice was noticeably shaky, “we can’t keep doing this. We agreed. Last time was the last time.”

The red haired demon hummed in response, and you felt torn between wanting to punch him and wanting to kiss him until neither of you could breathe. Your entire body tensed when his lips just barely swiped your cheek on the way to your ear, “You know, thinking back on it, I’m a little fuzzy on just what I agreed to. It was a little hard to hear with your pretty thighs wrapped around my head. Not to mention over the sound of you crying my name over and over again.”

Your knees nearly buckled, and Taeyang steadied you, his free hand on your waist.

“Tae…please.” you begged as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

His gaze was focused on your lips, and you felt like you were burning alive from the inside out. His thumb lightly brushed your bottom lip before pressing harder to smear something across your mouth. You gasped softly. The frosting.

“Oh angel, look at this filthy mouth. My girl is so messy.” Taeyang remarked, his thumb prodding at the seam between your lips.

You didn’t even think before sucking the digit into your mouth, your tongue taking care of the remaining frosting. Taeyang groaned, the hand on your waist scrunching up the thin fabric of your costume, “Fuck. There’s my girl.”

The whimper that escaped you was an inevitable betrayal. Really, the two of you had been set up for failure from the moment you’d laid eyes on each other tonight. Your ex was like a black hole, and it was pointless to fight against the way he sucked you back in every time.

Taeyang let his thumb slip from your mouth, choosing instead to let his hand curl possessively around your neck.

“Tae.” you breathed, your pulse racing.

He smirked, knowing you were done trying to fight him, and pulled you flush against him in one fluid motion. He was already partially hard, and you were quickly on your way to going out of your mind with want.

“You gonna let me have a taste, angel?” Taeyang murmured against your lips, “Need to hear you say yes.”

“Yes.” came your swift reply, your voice raspy.

A growl started low in his throat, and his teeth grazed your top lip.

“But not here.” you finished before pulling back to intertwine one of his hands with yours.

You began pulling him down the hall, both of you giggling like giddy teenagers. You felt drunk, and not on whatever Keeho had put in that cauldron, but on Taeyang.

He let out the cutest little sound of surprise when you yanked him through one of the open doors into the darkness of the bathroom. You didn’t even allow the man a moment to breathe before you had him backed up against the door, your lips urgently crashing against his.

Taeyang grunted as he desperately chased your mouth. Your greedy hands made quick work of pulling his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, and the red haired man hissed when your nails dug into his bare skin. His fingers tangled in your dress as he pulled you closer, tongue slipping between your lips to taste you. You moaned into the kiss, mouth falling open and giving him better access.

“I can’t believe, fuck, you would come dressed like that just to torture me. So unfair, Tae.” you panted into his mouth, hands traveling to tug at the crimson strands that were causing said torture.

Taeyang groaned, harshly nipping your bottom lip before you felt his mouth searing along your jaw.

“What’s unfair, angel, is you showing up looking so unbelievably sexy when we both know I’m not supposed to touch you. Immediately wanted to rip this little dress of yours to shreds.” he voiced as his tongue and teeth marked up your neck.

Your hands slid under his tank and up his back, making Taeyang shiver. He grabbed your ass through the material of your costume, and encouraged you to grind against him. You cried out at the stimulation, bracing your hands on either side of Taeyang, and accidentally flipping the light switch in the process. You suddenly broke away from each other as light flooded the room, both of you breathing hard and fast.

You stared at each other, taking in the swollen lips, blown out eyes, disheveled clothing, and messy hair. For a split second you thought maybe this was where things would end for the night. That maybe facing what you were doing in the light would bring forth the guilt and shame, and it would be too much. Your heart was already fracturing just thinking about it.

But you didn’t have to think long because Taeyang gripped your waist and lifted you onto the counter, your back pressing against the cool mirror. His strong hands wrapped around your thighs, pushing your legs apart as he came to stand in between them.

“My Aphrodite.” he said softly, fingers sliding teasingly under your dress.

You squirmed on the counter as Taeyang’s hot mouth descended on your chest, one hand reaching up to roughly tug down your costume and expose your breasts.

He stepped back for a moment, gaze ravenous as his eyes drank you in.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. My goddess.” he whispered, sounding almost in awe.

His thumb gently brushed one of your nipples, and you sighed in content. Taeyang wasted no time before leaning forward to wrap his lips around the perked bud, making you moan obscenely as your head fell back against the mirror. His tongue lapped at you while his fingers trailed dangerously higher, and you wanted to crawl out of your skin from all the sensations.

“Tae, please,” you groaned, weakly tugging at his hair, “need you.”

The smirk against your skin was your only warning before his digits dipped inside your panties to meet your slick folds.

“You’re fucking soaked, angel. Shit.”

Taeyang pulled back to watch you as you wiggled back and forth on the counter. His eyes were hazy, but they never left your face as he slid a single finger inside. You immediately let out a cry and shut your eyes at the feeling.

“Eyes on me, angel. And don’t you dare look away.” Taeyang commanded before slipping in a second finger, making your body jerk in response.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you immediately were on the verge of coming undone. The man in front of you had his full focus on you as he pumped his digits in and out.

“Always take my fingers so well. Like you were made for me.” he remarked, and you clenched around his fingers.

“Tae…too much…can’t…” you babbled, the addition of his intense gaze completely overwhelming you.

“You can take it, angel. I know you can. Wanna feel you come all over my fingers.” Taeyang encouraged before stretching you out even further with a third finger, this one adorned with a ring.

“Tae, fuck!” you exclaimed, your body jerking at the feeling of the cool metal.

The red haired man chuckled darkly, “Not so loud, angel. Don’t want our friends to catch us now do we?”

Despite his words, his fingers fucked into you faster, and you whimpered pathetically.

“I’ll have to give you something else to do with that mouth if you can’t stay quiet.” he teased you further, the grin on his face bordering on sinister.

Tears filled your eyes, a series of hiccuping sobs escaping you.

“You know I love to see you cry for me, angel. But can’t have you giving us away.”

Your next cry was silenced by Taeyang shoving two of his fingers from his free hand past your lips. Tears continued to slip down your cheeks, but your sobs were much more muffled now.

“That’s it, angel. That’s my good girl.”

His saccharine praise pushed you that much closer to the edge, and your walls spasmed around his digits. The first stroke of his thumb over your clit had a scream tearing from your throat, but Taeyang pressed down on your tongue simultaneously, and it dissolved into a gag instead. Your orgasm washed over you a moment later, and he pulled his fingers from your mouth before reconnecting your lips. He fucked you through your high as he swallowed all of your sounds, your body shaking with the aftershocks.

As soon as Taeyang withdrew his fingers, he was immediately sliding them into his own mouth to suck them clean and moaning at your taste. The sight made you feel dizzy, and your insides got all tingly. Gentle hands tugged your dress back up before smoothing out the material. Taeyang looked so pleased with himself as he carefully helped you back down from the counter, making your chest feel tight.

“We should probably get back out there…” you trailed off awkwardly.

The man next to you let out a nervous laugh, “You go ahead. I’ll be out in a minute…”

Taeyang shifted uncomfortably, and you stared at him in confusion. But then you realized the source of his discomfort when you noticed the straining bulge in his dark jeans.

“Tae, let me.” you found yourself offering before you could think better of it.

You didn’t miss the way his eyes blew out, but even so, he was shaking his head.

“No, it’s okay, angel. You’re right, we should get back out there.” he insisted as he started for the door.

He made a grab for the handle, and you flipped him around to face you, caging him against the door once again. You pulled his ear between your teeth, making him gasp softly.

“Tae, I have been dying to get on my knees for you all night. So, baby, please. Let. Me.”

As you spoke, one of your hands trailed down to palm him through his jeans.

“Fuck, angel. I’m not gonna last long.” Taeyang groaned, pushing against your hand.

“It’s okay, baby. We’ll be quick.” you assured him before sinking to your knees.

Your hands worked fast as you tugged down his jeans and boxers in one go, and his hard cock sprung up against his stomach. You gave him a few teasing pumps before slowly taking him into your mouth. Taeyang swore as he tipped his head back against the door. You set a quick pace from the start, and the man above you hissed as his hands tangled into your hair.

“My angel really does have a filthy mouth, shit. My goddess. You’re so fucking good.”

You suddenly took him all the way to the back of your throat, and something in Taeyang snapped. He roughly yanked your hair to pull your head back to look up at him, “Gonna fuck this perfect mouth, angel. And I know my good girl can take it.”

He gave a sharp snap of his hips as he began thrusting into your mouth, making you sputter and gag around him.

“That’s it, angel. Take it. Fuck, always look so gorgeous with your pretty lips around my cock.”

All you could do was whimper while he continued to abuse your throat. Taeyang was a beautiful panting mess above you. As always, you were mesmerized by the way his eyes fluttered and how his chest rose and fell in quick succession. Tears streamed down your face as you continued to choke on him. His thrusts grew more stuttered, and you saw him bite down on his black tank to muffle his building moans.

“Close…angel. Fuck…I love you.”

Your heart gave a painful squeeze in your chest. You obviously couldn’t say it back, but you still hoped he could see it in your eyes. I love you.

Taeyang cried out, his nails scratching against your scalp, before you felt him filling your mouth with his release. You made sure to swallow it all down, and then pulled off of him with a pop. The only sound in the bathroom was both of your labored breathing as you tried to make yourselves look as presentable as possible. You stepped out first, and glanced down the hall. When you didn’t see anyone, you let Taeyang know it was safe to come out.

The two of you exchanged shy smiles before walking back towards the living room. Taeyang reached over to take your hand, and you let him. It seemed neither of you were quite ready to let go of the moment yet.

“Hey, Y/N,” he started, and you stopped to look up at him, “maybe we should talk. Really talk.”

You considered it for a moment before answering, “Yeah, maybe we should.”

“I think we definitely should.”

You and Taeyang jumped away from each other at the sound of Keeho’s voice. When you poked your head into the living room, you were met with the sight of all your friends sitting around staring at you, intervention style.

Well shit.

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