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King lizard sketchs I probably wonât finish
#myart#invincible#king lizard#I draw him as a mix of show and comic#I like the long hair and gloves of the comic#and the symmetrical shoulder pads of the show#and the high collar but idk how to draw đ€·ââïž#the booths are a me touch
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Sorry for the long post but this has got to be THE estate sale. I fear I simply must attend.
#there are SO many more pictures but I don't want to make this post too long#estate sales#I want to go but I know there's going to be a line down the block of resellers and I'm just like.#please sir. my hoarding days are over. I would like zoboomafoo and perhaps a record please#and then 87 old women buying everything they can touch to resell at their expensive antique mall booths will shove me in a locker
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this is your reminder that your writing motivation will come back to you so don't even stress about it.
sometimes you get burnt out - it could be from posting a lot in a very short amount of time, or looking at a WIP too much, or real life stress, or you just don't feel like it...
but i promise you it's gonna find you again. <3
#its me. im the one that's stressed out#i haven't touched anything in three weeks bro#THREE WEEKS#unheard of for me#đ€: rae is in the vocal booth
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Having a dedicated tattooist is such a luxury, such a damn thrill. I can just tell the roomies "I went and saw Jay," and they'll know what I've been up to
#bone chatter#anywho im getting a new one in January for my birthday but he touched up my first one and gave it some more definition#he's my boss' partner and i love my boss#one day on lunch she was talking to him and with me in there had me chime in to get his attention and#our consultation was the next week#he's so nice and has so much energy#hes already recommended some bands. its great#anyway my boss told me awhile ago that he likes doing monster tats and that's basically what im up to#drawing horror is what he does in his spare time and what he has at his booth at the local cons#i really got lucky
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Christmas Bazaar SEASON
This is the time of year that makes me want to learn how to crochet because I want to MAKE A GIANT WHALE SHARK and TINY OCTOPUS. This is a need. Also that chicken. It is time to buy earrings and honey and jam and sodas from the sports team and anything but those 3D printed creatures.
Like I get the idea but idk man it feels sterile in comparison to Grandma Becky and her granddaughters trying to sell their clay earrings and bulky-weight knit hats.
It is time to browse for Christmas presents for your friends that might end up squirreled away in your own home. Cookies and specialty popcorn and caramel. Ornaments and dog treats. My neck of the woods hosts them in high schools and churches, where the orchestra/band/choir gets up and plays Christmas carols while browsing.
Depending on the parking and how popular it is, you're going to want to get there very early in the morning, but you're in luck, the Holy Grounds coffee shop is open. Or middle schoolers are desperately trying to make an Italian soda.
It's a fun Saturday, and you get to support local businesses over buying everything last minute off of Amazon and praying that it comes in time. I bought my friend mini whisks to hang in her ears. Phenomenal. There used to be a clockmaker. Once you get to know the people, they come back every year. The same company makes headbands and I buy one every Christmas, and now I have a small collection in my closet.
You say you want a cozy fantasy life, cozy fantasy is found at a Christmas Bazaar. Admission is free. Well, at least it is in my neck of the woods.
#i swear get your squad#carpool#it is not Christmas but it is time to shop#i think my favorite find has been some solid perfume from an apiary#it is honey scented#they stopped making it#i love the children and their spoon rings#hot take but the 3D printers are soulless#touch all the yarns#one lady was making earrings out of fishing lures#i love the teens scrolling i feel your pain#i also love the old ladies knitting behind their stand#it just makes it that much more approachable for me#i always feel weird leaving a booth without buying anything#but also i am poor#knitblr#knitting#crochet#3D printing#maker's market#Christmas#bazaar#craft fair#crafts#thanksgiving#november#december#christmas aesthetic#christmas countdown
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this is stupid
#the primal kink and the delusion im in heat canât touch me if iâm playing card game#i want it so bad but i know i wonât get it#so yes iâm toying with myself yes iâm wishing i was at least being watched but god#can i get off to the idea that the moment im left alone all i can do is get off about it#not my fault when iâm like this#not even like myself iâm just so. so horribly warm and needy#exhibitionist in me likes this. confessing#god to confess in that booth and be offered salvation through physical devotion#save me for i have sinned and whatnot
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Me (completely delusional): if you choose to interpret susannaâs multiple personality disorder through the lens of w.e.b. Du Boisâ theory of âdouble-consciousnessâ with which Black americans move through a racist society and her emergence as a single personality in mid-world as a symbol of her escape from that society rather than the pseudoscientific idea of integration which was popularized by the 1976 tv movie âŠ.
#it would make more sense if the people in midworld werenât all white and SUPER FUCKING RACIST#i like to think that one of the reasons mike flanagans dark tower series canât get off the ground i#is bc collaborators find out what susannas Whole Deal is and they are like um⊠Iâm not touching that#i can make it work PLEASE mike i can help. i already soend so much brainpower trying to make the dark tower series less racist#the dark tower#i also turn eddie dean into a lesbian. but thats a separate issue#Iâm finally listening to the wind in the keyhole but its rough bc its read by stevie k himself#and not only is he not the best narrator but the way he writes susanna makes me extra mad because Iâm like DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF?? i know you#do youâve got little headphones on in the booth! i know you hear it!!!
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I work at a movie theater.
And personally? To be in the tickets booth, and see young girls, teenagers, adult women, coming in to see Barbie,
the most highlighter pink outfits, some of them coming in with the dolls theyâre dressed as, laughing to each other, cheering for each other,
to see the men theyâre coming to see it with, dressed in pink, cheering them on, taking their pictures with smiles and cheers in the lobby at the photo op
touches something so deep in me
I canât say any nuances of the movie that havenât already been said, but like, fuck man, love is so deep and so kind and to be able to see glimpses of it from behind my little ticket desk makes me a little less nihilistic.
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im.so so sorry to eden project "a fucking rainbow" nine inch nails performance but the james gig last night might be my new favourite live music experienfe. im sorry
#i dont know. its at least tied#but. james are The best band live. there i said it#i think the thing is NIN had more moments that touched me very personally and also the rainbow was iconic asf#but tim booth is crazy insane and james live feel like . idk its just friendship and love and trust and hope manifest#nothing like it at all. truly#also tim booth up on the barrier right in front of me singing waltzing along lookung right down at me jesus christ#and they played five-o . they fucking played five-o.#anyway. god#i saw god. tbh#james band#tim booth#also mad to be in an arena full of people and its just so near silent in between songs because we're all just in wonderful awe and respect
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felix's eyebrow piercing in saltburn deserves a nobel prize for making me care about jacob elordi
#i am fucking sapphic#i stopped caring immediately when the eyebrow piercing was not there#and yet#i see that fucker in my dreams#i could not give less of a shit about euphoria#dont care about priscilla#not fucking touching the kissing booth#but one piece of metal has made me insane#emerald fennel what have you done to me
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đđ. & đđ. đđđđđđđđđ àšà§ đđđ
(đčairing) â psh x fmr êŁà§ đŻrenemies to lovers ; fluff, profanity, & lots of kissing (đordcount) one-thousand five-hundred forty đčeng's note. these pics. #iWantThat đ«ookshelf
đŒynopsis. seeing your ex in public leads to hiding in a small photobooth with your annoying student council vice president park sunghoon
âyouâre late,â sunghoon says in the most agitating voice possible as you walk through the classroom door.
âi wouldnât be late if you did your job,â you huff, walking right up to the desk he sat at and dropping the bags of decorations you had picked up from the party supplies store.
âhey! i said i would pick those up!â he says annoyed, sifting through everything you brought.
âmrs. kim said we needed them by today! why the fuck were you just sitting around?âÂ
âgeez, loosen up,â the boy gets up from his seat, his tall body looming over yours. âletâs just go decorate the gym.â
the two of you split up the bags of party supplies and headed towards the gym where the rest of the council and student volunteers were waiting.Â
setting up for the fundraiser was easy until you and sunghoon started yelling at each other over which color streamers should be used over the doorway.Â
jake had to drag you away by the shoulders to come to help him with the balloons. sunghoon felt a bitter taste when he saw jake with his arm around your shoulder but decided to ignore it.Â
âhoon,â jungwon calls out. âweâre out of balloons!â
âthatâs why i should have bought the decorationsâŠâ sunghoon mutters under his breath before walking up to where you and jake were giggling.Â
sunghoon walks up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder. âwe have to go back to the store.â he whispers in your ear.Â
you freeze at his touch but nod and say goodbye to jake. he lets go of you and the two of you walk out the exit leading to the parking lot.
the two of you get into sunghoonâs car and he drives off to the mall.Â
thereâs an awkward silence between the both of you, which you canât decide if you like bantering with him over it. thereâs so much tension due to sunghoonâs lingering touch from earlier.
once inside the mall, you quietly walked side by side into the automatic doors.Â
only a few feet from the party supplies stores you halt. spotting your ex-boyfriend and old friend seemingly on a date.
âsunghoon,â you whisper, tapping on his shoulder. âdo you see what i see?â
he rolls his eyes at you finally breaking the silence but then looks up to see for himself. once he does that the two seem to have had the same idea, making eye contact with the other.
âoh shit they saw us,â he panics, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the photo booth you were conveniently standing next to.  Â
the photo booth is small. way too small. sunghoon is already sitting as you uncomfortably sit on the ledge with your legs peeking out from the curtain.Â
âget up,â he instructs.Â
âwhat?â you raise an eyebrow. âiâm not letting them see me again! especially not with you!â
âi meant like come here,â sunghoon grabs you and settles you on his lap, so the both of you fit into the small space.
âoh my god, what if they come over here!â you panic resting your hands on his shoulders. âthis is bad! especially since iâm with you of all people-â
âwith me?â sunghoon questions.Â
âwell, like when we were dating, he always thought you had a crush on me, which isnât impossible! i had to keep reassuring him but he never believed me! like me and you are barely even friends-â you ramble, balling sunghoonâs shirt in your fists as you freak out.Â
âwoah, calm down,â he tells you, prying your hands from his uniform so you donât wrinkle it. âitâs not like theyâll come to talk to us.â
just as the words left his mouth the sound of two sets of footsteps were picked up by your ears. you started to become overwhelmingly nervous. it was the first time seeing your ex-boyfriend since the split and the fact your childhood best friend was on a date with him.Â
even if you drifted, shouldnât she have some sense of girl code?
âyouâre shaking,â sunghoon stares at you.Â
âno iâm not!â you shake your head, your heartbeat being undeniably fast. âbut like i havenât had a date since him and thatâs kind of sad for me-â
âi swear i saw her,â the familiar voice of your old friend says, sounding so close. âit could have been anyone though.â
âno, i saw her and that motherfucker,â your ex hisses.Â
âwow, iâm âmotherfuckerâ,â sunghoon whispers, rolling his eyes.
âif he made a move on her i swear.â
âhey, i have an idea,â he says in your ear.Â
sunghoon reaches for his phone out of his pocket, holding you close as he leans over slightly to pay the machine for a photo. the screen activates after processing his card and he selects a random frame.Â
the camera starts going and you sit confused as sunghoon starts posing. you canât help but watch him. he always looks pretty but you must admit he knows how to pose.Â
you peek over to the curtain to see two pairs of legs standing outside the photo booth. you can only assume itâs them.Â
âyou werenât looking in any of them,â sunghoon recalls, pressing print on the screen.Â
âoh, sorry,â you turn your attention back to him.Â
âitâs fine, let's do another one,â he says nonchalantly as he pays for another photo strip.
this time sunghoon shifts in his spot, making it so that your face can be seen on the screen without having to turn you around in his lap.
you awkwardly copy sunghoonâs poses until by the second to last picture you hear him again.
âthat fucker is in the photo booth,â the male voice outside says, seeing as he drops the photo strip back into where it fell from.Â
âcome closer,â he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.Â
âfine,â you lean onto him. âbut donât show my face too much. iâm not wearing concealer today.â
âyou look just as pretty,â sunghoon leans closer so your lips barely brush the others. âmaybe even prettier than usual.â
he brings his thumb to your bottom lip, gently stroking it before closing the gap.Â
you hate to admit it but kissing sunghoon was everything you expected and more. youâve caught yourself daydreaming about his lips on yours during one-on-one meetings in the conference room. when his hair is still damp from his after-shower practice and his face is still slightly flushed.
park sunghoon can make you mad, especially when he got secretary over you in freshman year. but you cannot deny that even when bitter about the council's choice you wanted to kiss that proud smile on his face.Â
he made you mad when he stole your posters when you were running for secretary again the next year. but after he found you crying in the far stairwell he explained he only did that because he thinks you should run for president instead. sunghoon even pulled out another stack of flyers he made for you that he spent the whole night doing.
the sunghoon that got you both kicked out of a council meeting for arguing with each other is the same sunghoon with his lips molded perfectly against yours.Â
the same boy that had you studying your ass off when class ranks came out, since heâs your only competition, is the same boy in front of you now with his lips locked on yours.
you start to feel dizzy by the decreased amount of air in your lungs by the minute but you canât bring yourself to let go just yet. when you start seeing black specs dotting your vision you finally pull away to see a heavily panting sunghoon with a flushed face.Â
âsorry,â sunghoon apologizes as he catches his breath.
your heart sinks. he only kissed you to distract you and probably so your ex will see the photos when they print.
âoh,â you fight the frown threatening to appear on your face. âitâs okay. heâs probably gone now.â
âi would have asked for your permission but you looked really stressed and i thought it would help you get your mind off your asshole ex.â
âthanks,â you say with a pout sunghoon finds adorable.
âyou still seem sad,â he pokes at your sides, making you squirm in his hold. âmaybe another kiss?â
âmaybe,â you say shyly.Â
sunghoon is out forty dollars by the time you and he are done kissing in the photo booth. he kept mindlessly swiping his card as his lips stayed on yours to prevent anyone from kicking you two out since you were there for a considerable amount of time.
youâre interrupted by sunghoonâs phone ringing profusely.Â
âwhere are you two?â jungwon asks in a panic. âwe need those balloons.â
âtraffic,â sunghoon says as you plant a line of kisses down his neck, hands tangled in the hair at his nape.
âhurry up,â jungwon advises him.
you and sunghoon return to school an hour and a half after you originally left. with a bag of balloons and a stack of photo strips. most of them capturing purely just of you two making out.
when stepping foot in the gym and you go over to hand jungwon the balloons he so desperately needed. he quickly notices the matching hickeys forming on both your necks and how disheveled your uniforms and hair appear.
âtraffic huh?â jungwon asks as his eyes flicker between both of you.
"lots," you nod as you walk away to help minjeong tie balloons.
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t h e b o y i s m i n e
â TAGS â mean!jk, heavy degradation, sub!oc vibes, fingering, creampiess, pussy eating, oc is super sensitive hehe, cock warming in the car, ass play(?), intense cow girl moment, dirty talk, mentions of squirting(?), messy sex, oc is cunty (CUNT CUNT CUNT), RED MF FLAGS, jk ainât shit and neither is oc, mentions of cheating, possessive!oc donât play about her bestie, joon n oc moment bc why not, sheâs lowkey a bimbo, jk likes mocking oc, nasty sex, jkâs a simp for his bestie, oc whines a lot lol, 4liferrrsssss, oc messy asf but jk is too
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âSomethingâs not right.â Is what Sujin begins to think right off the bat when her boyfriend brings her to meet his âbest friendâ. Sujin already knew that Jungkook had a âgirlâ best friend wayy before she even talked to the man. All her friends were against it when she told them she was interested in Jungkook.
âNo girl, youâre gonna regret it like big time. That man is going to have you looking like a fool.â Theyâd say but Sujin seemed hard of hearing..
Sujin knew what she was getting into but nothing could have prepared her for the hot piping mess being served in front of her face. For fucks sake her boyfriend couldnât even fucking sit next to her because he chose to sit with ây/nâ. Sujin wants to think itâs a childhood thing, maybe thatâs why theyâre so unnaturally close.
âOh.â Sujin says when y/n tells her that no, they in fact met almost two years ago as college freshmans. (Sujinâs beginning to run out of ideas to make up in her head so she doesnât go insane over the sight of you casually touching her boyfriend and Jungkook letting it happen?) Jungkook even helps separate your perilla leaf with his chopsticks.
What are you a child? Sujinâs NOT liking this so far.
âSo,â Sujin smiles as politely as she can muster, âhowâd you guys meet?â
You smile softly back at her, âMy brother has a frat house and Jungkook happened to join, we only met cause my brother was forcing his frat guys to help me move into my new apartment. He made them do it shirtless which was pretty funny.â
Sujin nods slowly, âOhh.. how nice. So like you guys started hanging out or whatâs the deal?â
Jungkook shrugs, âI saw her manga books and we bonded over that,â he keeps it curt, like heâs not interested in talking to her (his own girlfriend), âwe started chilling and yeah.â Sujin fucking hates when he talks to her like heâs bored already.
âHe kept saying I reminded him of Bayonetta!â You pipe back in with a dreamy smile.
âUh-huh, Bayonetta..â Sujin clears her throat and shifts around in her seat, âUhh well, I think itâs getting a bit late no? Kinda time for me to get going.â
You purse your lips in a soft pout and nod at her, âI see.. I hope to see you again, youâre really nice and pretty.â You coo, âJungkookieâs super lucky to have you,â Sujin appreciates your sincerity but sheâs not so sure if she can look past how close you are with her boyfriend.
âYou didnât bring your car didnât you?â Jungkook suddenly says, âCâmon Iâll drive you.â He rises to his feet and holds his hand out for you take.
Sujinâs jaw nearly drops as HER boyfriend slings your purse over his shoulder and helps you up, guiding you out of the booth by a hand to your back.
âJungkook.â Sujin snaps, âI think sheâs got it donât you think?â Her boyfriend turns to look at her, and proceeds to give her the meanest fucking mug ever. Like if she had the audacity to ruin whatever the fuck was happening in front her. âWhat?â Sujin raises a brow.
You look up at Jungkook with those stupid puppy eyes of yours, âI can call an uber no biggie.â You say softly.
âHey, since our meeting was cut so short, how bout I pay for it, yeah?â Sujin smiles while whipping her phone out and pressing ârequestâ, like she didnât have that ride ready to order.
Jungkook does that thing when heâs pissed where he pokes his tongue inside his cheek, he has the audacity to have a staredown with her but Sujin doesnât back down. â..Yeah, Iâll walk you out then y/n.â
âIt was nice meeting you.â You softly say while hugging Sujin tightly before waltzing out the door with Jungkookâs hand over your hip.
Sujin has to pinch the bridge of her nose, on one hand youâre the sweetest thing ever but câmon you canât be THAT dense can you? Sujin would have liked you in another world where you werenât trying to get with her boyfriend.
Sujin looks out of the window and sees Jungkook leaning against the car door while you slip into the back. Heâs telling you something and youâre looking at him like heâs hung the fucking stars or something. Luckily nothing happens and Jungkook closes the door before stepping back to watch the car take off.
âFucking prick.â Sujin mutters under her breath as she steps out with a pissed look. âWhat the fuck was that Jungkook, huh? You gonna sit there and lie to my face and tell me not to worry about her? Answer me.â She lightly hits his arm.
Jungkook sighs deeply, âWhat? Fuck are you on right now, the night was going so good I donât see the problem here.â
His nonchalant attitude makes her seethe even more, âJungkook, she has no fucking boundaries and you donât seem to give a shit about that, Iâm the GIRLFRIEND here but this fucking turned into me meeting you two instead of her meeting me. Itâs fucking humiliating watching her put hands on my boyfriend and worse that you chose to sit with her.â
âAnd yet you knew I was friends with her. Literally thatâs everything everyoneâs been telling you before I brought you here to meet her, be prepared for how close y/n is with me. This isnât brand new to you Sujin.â Jungkook replies while fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.
Sujin watches in disbelief as he lights it and takes a drag like nothing, âThat doesnât make it okay for her to do that though. Close or not I donât give a fuck Jungkook, youâre either with me or youâre not.â She snaps, âSo tell me now before I waste my fucking time.â
Jungkook takes his sweet time, puffing away as he watches the smoke disappear into the night sky, âOkay.â
âOkay?â Sujin tilts her head, âOkay, what?â
âItâs over.â And just like that Sujinâs jaw drops for real this time, sheâs utterly gagged into silence as she watches her (now) ex-boyfriend stomp out the cigarette before turning to her with a sinister look in his eye, âBye.â He passes without as much as a glance, leaving her silent.
Sujin turns her head and watches him leave, âWhat the fuck.â She whispers.
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(Not even an hour later.)
âOkay, this one or this one?â You held up two different babydoll dressesâone white with delicate frills, the other silk but more of a bodycon-type but it had a cute bow on it so why not.
Jungkookâs eyes briefly flick up from his phone, he stares at both of the dresses for a cool minute before nodding his head, âThe white one.â He leans back with one arm on the bed and both legs spread apart (gosh him and his manspreading).
âI thought so too!â You happily say and carelessly toss it into the pile of clothes lying in your open suitcase, âOkay now help me decide between my sneakers or my ballet flats?â He doesnât even answer cause heâs busy laughing at something on his phone.
âJungkooookkk,â you huff irritably but this man does not look up. He just toys with his stupid lip ring while smiling down at his screen.
You let the shoes hit the ground as you quietly saunter over, slipping right into his lap with practiced ease. He doesnât react because this is an all too familiar scene for him. He hooks his arm around your waist and tucks his chin over your shoulder, still scrolling mindlessly. âWhatâs up? Hm.â He murmurs.
âI needed your help choosing which shoes I should take.â You hide your face in his neck and lay one tiny kiss on it, âYouâre mean.â
âAm I?â Jungkook brings you down with him when he slowly lays back on the bed. He tosses his phone somewhere and rests his arm behind his head. His free hand strokes your backside, cheekily stopping right above your ass before repeating.
Your hands settle over his toned stomach where his shirt has ridden up revealing his beautiful physique underneath. His damn Calvin Klein boxers hug him just right too, hanging low over his hips where a small amount of hair leads downâŠyou know where..
âMm-hm, âs not nice to ignore me.â You nod with a dreamy look, pillowy lips pursed (which make them much more alluring in Jungkookâs humble opinion).
Jungkook hums again and runs his hand over your ass, landing small little pats of appreciation here ân there, âIt isnât huh,â he trails off quietly while tattooed fingers make work of the bow tied around the front of your shorts.
You shake your head and come down so that youâre chest to chest with Jungkook, face leveled with his as the two of you stare into each other's eyes. âNo,â you softly say, nimble fingers creeping under his shirt to trail up his middle with light feathery touches.
âNo.â He softly mimics in a high-pitched tone thatâs meant to sound like you, âYouâre so fuckinâ cute, but you might wanna get a move on though cause the guys are gonna be here any minute now ân you donât want them to come in and see what a desperate little thing you are? No huh,â he mock pouts while tapping your cheek.
âYouâre mean! Iâm not talking to you for ten whole minutes.â You huff angrily and get off his lap, âStop laughing, it's not funny.â Youâre whining again before you can even stop yourself. It makes him double over in laughter, shoulders shaking and all too.
âMy bad, my bad, I didnât realize you were still upset over the shoes.â He chuckles while sitting back up with messy hair, âCâmere Iâll make it better.â He waves his hand, âCâmere! Iâm not joking!â He laughs because you look at him incredulously.
You fold your arms over your chest and turn away, âNo, I have to pack remember?â Youâre shoving clothes into your suitcase with a quiet huff.
âYeah, yeah.â You donât even notice when he comes up behind and hauls you up into his arms. Jungkook tosses you on the bed like nothing causing you to yelp in surprise as your body bounces off the mattress a little, âIf I give you a kiss will you quit your fuckinâ pouting?â He smirks.
You nod vigorously, âI want one here, here, and here.â You tap different areas on your face.
âI said one, not fucking five,â he snorts while peppering your face in small smooches regardless because he could never resist a pretty girl like you, âdumb little thing you are.â
âThey donât count as real kisses.â You smugly reply.
Jungkook smirks, âOh, and what does hm? Give your Jungkookie a kiss and show me.â Without hesitating you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.
Youâre lips locked, softly moaning as he kisses the fuck out of you. Itâs the way his lips glide over yours so smoothly like youâre meant to be kissing. All you can really do is dreamily sigh while his tongue runs over the seam of your lips. Of course you let him in and the kiss gets filthier if possible.
You feel his hand slide up your back slowly until heâs hooking his finger under the strap of your flimsy sleep top. He watches in hunger as your tit slips out from under the top, perky nipple already hard as he leans down to wrap his lips around it. The pleasure is hot when his tongue presses down on the bud, he has you whimpering quietly while burying your fingers through his hair.
âMmmâJungkook, wait,â you breathlessly sigh while pushing his face away, âSujin.â You softly say while playing with his hair, âWhat âbout her?â
Jungkook stares back up at you through hooded eyes, âWho?â He replies to which you grin back, âHm, just let me enjoy your tits in peace.â He crudely mumbles before taking your nipple back into his hot mouth.
He fondles and squeezes your other tit while sucking on your rather sensitive teat. The heat between your legs is unbearable, Jungkook knew damn well why you hated having your nipples played with yet he carried on without a care. Your poor clit throbbed from neglect and your pussy was slicking up by the second, you fear a glob would slip out if he dared to switch your positions.
âJ-Jungkook..!â You huff and press your thighs together hoping to alleviate some of the heat.
He pinches hard causing you to whine, it doesnât stop him because heâs then using a hint of teeth on your sensitive bud. âOh..!â Your mouth falls open and your back arches off the bed, thighs shaky and wobbly.
Jungkook pulls away with a string of slick connecting to your nipple, âTurn over baby,â he smacks your ass hard and jiggles your cheek, âarch that pretty back for me, yeahh like thatâlow.â He darkly comments while watching you turn over with your hips raised high and front flat to the bed.
He shuffles around and gets behind you holding you steady with a hand to your hip. âPull âem to the side,â he says while lazily pushing his sweats down, shoving them low enough till theyâre right under his balls, âHow desperate are you, hm? How bad do you want this cock baby?â He grins while slapping the tip through your dewy sticky folds.
You bite your lip and reach behind you to hold yourself open for him, âBad, need it so bad Jungkookie..feel so empty without it.â You pout while pushing back until his cock gets trapped between your thighs, the thick shaft pressing right up against your throbbing little clit.
âYeah?â Jungkook licks his lips, âGonna let me have it?â He murmurs as his cock slides through the mess between your thighs, globs of slick coating the shaft.
âMm-hmm.â You nod.
âMm-hm.â Jungkook smirks as he lands a rough smack to your ass, âPush me in baby.â
You reach back to rub his cock through your folds, tapping the tip against your needy hole until it catches. Your breath hitches as the tip pops in, he doesnât make a move to shove himself deeper or anythingâhe stays perfectly still.
âJungkook!â You turn to glare back at him, âS-Stop teasing me.â
âIâm not doing anything, if you want it you know what to do.â Jungkook grins while biting his lip, âYou know what I wanna see baby, donât play dumb.â
You grumble under your breath and slowly push your hips back until your ass meets his pelvis. Thereâs a low squelch as the rest of his cock slips in and as much as you wouldâve loved for him to fuck you, this was also good. You pant hotly into the pillow and wiggle around with soft little âmmâs as Jungkook rubs his hand over your hip and holds you steady.
âThere you go, bring it back for me,â he huskily mumbles while watching the ripple of your cheeks jiggle each time your ass meets his pelvis.
Little clapping noises begin to rise subtly as your pace gets quicker and quicker. You meet him thrust for thrust, thereâs a low fopping sound as his balls make contact with your puckered lips, pressing right up against you each time you bottom out.
Jungkookâs eyes are glued to the sight of your pretty pink rim hugging his cock tight each time he backstrokes. His cock is covered in a sheen of slick and he swears every time he pushes back in he comes back out with more.
âSo messy,â he lays his thumb over your other puckered hole, âhear that?â He grunts, âSloppy lil cunt taking me so well, got you creaming for me.â
Jungkookâs breath hitches when his thumb accidentally slips through the tight barrier and into your ass. You loudly mewl and buck your hips in surprise, it doesnât hurt but it feels weird..weird in a good way though.
âOh, you like that donât you?â He licks his lips, âBaby loves having her holes filled up doesnât she?â
You moan in response and bury your face in the pillow with muffled cries. The pleasure shoots up your spine and has you curling in on yourself. Your cunt throbs like crazy now and everything somehow feels ten times better than before.
âAnswer me.â Jungkook slaps your cheek rather hard.
âMmphây-yes..!â You whimper despite the pillow being in your mouth.
âYea,â he laughs as he suddenly snaps his hips up, âyou love it donât you? Canât get enough of this cock.â He plows into you with repeated thrusts, each one jostling you up the bed and sending you into a pleasure hazed mind.
Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as Jungkook grips you by the hip with one hand and slams you back onto his cock. Your toes curl from the intensity of his cock slamming into your g-spot while his thumb fills your ass. The heat coiling in your tummy has you squirming and whimpering.
âToo much? Where you goin?â You donât realize youâre actively moving away from him till his cock threatens to slip out, âYou can take it baby, donât run.â He laughs low while dragging you right back onto his cock.
In fact he follows you down till youâre laying flat on the bed and his thumb slips out of your puckered hole, âGonna cum? Hm?â He lays flat over your back and hooks his chin over your shoulder, âCâmon, donât go stupid on me.â He smacks your cheek gently a couple of times.
âYes..!â You gasp breathily, âS-So, so close..â Your voice sounds wobbly and garbled, and the shaking in your thighs doesnât stop.
Jungkook coos, âSo close,â he buries his face in the side of your neck and leaves marks of his own there, âgo on, cum on this dick.â
Your lips part and you let out a high-pitched mewl, your pussy spasms around him with your cunt squeezing and massaging his cock. Your eyes slip shut and you slump against the bed with a whine, the orgasm took the life out of you.
âFuuckk,â he sighs as he slows down, grinding his cock in and out of the mess between your thighs, âgood girl,â he groans softly until he comes to a stop and stills.
His cock throbs and twitches, spurt after spurt of cum filling you to the brim. You can feel some of it slide out with globs of your own slick. Jungkook hums deeply and gives your ass a pat of appreciation, âShower?â He asks softly.
âMm-hmm.â You nod still face down in the sheets.
âMm-hm.â Jungkook copies while laughing to himself as he slips out of your cunt with a lewd squelch. You donât even have the energy to fight with him right now, youâre just ready for bed at this point.
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You canât help the little yawn that escapes as you turn your face to tuck yourself into Jungkookâs side. Whose idea was it to take a roadtrip to Busan, you donât know but youâre barely even awake after that rough fucking.
You and Jungkook had opted to sit in the back away from everyone and enjoy each otherâs company instead. Jungkookâs hand came to rest over your thigh like thatâs his permanent spot.
So far the ride is peaceful, Yoongiâs managed to successfully get you all out of the city and onto the highway (thanks to Namjoonâs excellent navigation skills). In front of you Jiminâs knocked out while Taehyung watches something on his phone. Namjoonâs talking with Yoongi about something you canât bring yourself to care for.
You can feel your eyelids getting heavier by the second and it feels like youâre about to slip into the best sleep ever when Jungkook stops you. Not literally, but it still feels like it with the way he slides his hand up your bare thigh.
âHm?â You sleepily look up wondering what on Earth he was up to now.
Jungkook pats you, âCâmere, want you on my lap baby.â He mutters as quietly as he can.
You rub your eyes and slip yourself on to his lap, tucking your chin over his shoulder and squeezing your thighs on either side of him. God bless that you chose to wear your thin sleeping shorts and slutty juicy sweater, Jungkook can just about feel your perky tits through the soft material.
âShh.. not a peep or else Iâm gonna gag you with your panties.â He mumbles low in your ear, stroking over your back to keep you calm.
âJungkookieââ
âJungkookie needs you to shut the fuck up, can you do that for me?â He squeezes your ass and kneads both cheeks rather roughly, âGood girl.â
âIf they look, Iâm not stopping. So if I were you Iâd keep quiet baby, unless you want Joon and them to know how much of a cock hungry slut you are.â
He sounds so fucking calm but his words are the complete opposite, you find yourself holding in your desperate whines. âCan you..?â
âCan I what?â He slips his hand under your shorts and tugs it to the side alongside your panties, âHm?â
You bite your lip and lift your hips, âWant something in me, I feel so empty Kook..â You breathe out and wrap your arms around his neck.
Through the drowsiness you faintly make out his soft curses as he whispers under his breath. Jungkook pokes at your slit and slips his fingers through your messy folds.
âTake my cock out,â he mumbles and you happily reach between the two of you to slip your hand into his sweats.
His cock throbs when your soft hand wraps around it, he has to bite his lip when you dig your thumb into the slit and swipe over the messy head. âDonât tease..â He grunts with a small sharp smack to your ass.
You lift your hips and with his help manage to slip his cock through your dewy folds. You blindly slap the tip against your slicked up hole, the tip catching on your rim.
âSlow,â he sounds calm and collected but the way he swallows harshly tells you otherwise.
You bite your moans back and push yourself until your ass is meeting his thighs. The heat in your belly pools and your poor clit throbs. Is it you or the car feels hotter?
You hide your face in his neck and suck over old and new hickeys youâve left these past days. Jungkook relaxes into the seat and sighs, luckily it doesnât sound like itâs out of the ordinary.
âYou can sleep now.â Jungkook off-handedly mumbles while closing his eyes, leaving you utterly speechless. Youâre not entirely surprised given his little track record of being mean and shit.
âGânight..â You softly mumble and kiss his cheek, you lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Maybe if youâre a good girl heâll make you cum later on..yeah, that sounds amazing, you smile in your sleep and drift off into dreamland with a cunt full of cock.
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âSo hot..â You softly mumble while fanning yourself with a make-shift fan.
Everyone but Namjoon went out today to explore the town and shit. You opted to stay back and wait for the sun to die down to go out later. Namjoon said something about keeping you company so you didnât mind.
Here you are laying on the ground with your legs thrown up on the couch over Namjoonâs lap. Your pretty babydoll dress rides up your thighs and you occasionally catch Namjoonâs gaze drifting down. What a sight is it to seeâveiny big hands plastered over your soft ankles toying with your cherry charm anklet.
âNamjoon, if penguins are related to the bird family, how come they can't fly?â You softly say while looking at him through your lashes.
âI dunno,â He shrugs while stroking over your foot, âenvironmental and evolutionary reasons maybe?â
You pout and tilt your head back to watch the TV, âI think theyâre cute.â
âWhy donât you find one and give it a kiss then?â Namjoon smirks in amusement, âMaybe Jungkookie can save you if it tries to attack you or something.â
âNot funny.â You whine kicking your sock-clad foot at him, but he catches it and tugs on your foot.
You squeal softly as he ends up dragging you upwards just a tiny bit, âOwie let go, youâre squeezing my freaking bone.â You giggle.
Namjoon lets your foot go with a laugh, âMy bad, my bad.â He raises his hands in surrender, âYou can tell your Jungkookie to kiss it all better when he comes back yeah?â He grins.
âUgh youâre also mean.â You huff while sitting up feeling light headed cause you were laying on the ground for so long. âYou and Jungkook.â You mumble and climb onto the couch with him.
Jungkook finds you two like that. Youâre tangled up with Namjoon side by side, legs thrown over his lap as he strokes over your soft thigh. Namjoonâs mindlessly scrolling through his phone and youâre just you watching some animal documentary on the TV.
âHey.â Jungkook greets while falling on another sofa.
âBack already,â Namjoon hums, âwhereâs the others?â
âOut, they went to the beach cause Jimin wanted to go. It was fuckinâ hot so I came back, we didnât do much but walk around the tour shops and shit.â
You lift a leg in the air to admire your pretty anklet, âDid you bring me anything?â You softly ask.
âYeah, itâs in the bag.â Jungkook replies calmly as he fishes his phone out and does whatever the hell he usually does on that thing.
With both men preoccupied with their phones you decide to head outside to sunbathe. God bless the airbnb for having a private pool. âWhere you going?â Jungkook mumbles, not looking up from his screen.
âSunbathing.â You curtly reply and head outside through the large patio doors.
Itâs hot as hell but you donât care as you kick your socks off and strip out of your babydoll dress. You happily lay your towel out on the grass and set up a mini umbrella. Once you're happy with your setup you lay on your back and slip your heart shaped glasses on.
You can hear Namjoon and Jungkook talking in the background faintly, something about Sujin but you honestly donât bring yourself to care much. Along the lines Jungkook mentions Sujin texting him again, Namjoon says âoh shit reallyâ and then Jungkook tells him everything.
â..giving⊠chance⊠again..?â You canât make out the entire convo. You crack a slow smile and turn over on your belly, legs kicked up and your feet in the air as you call out to the boys.
âCan someone bring me my phone?â Your voice soft and velvety, you slip your glasses up on your head and flutter your lashes, âPlease?â
Jungkook stops talking and looks over the coffee table before stepping out with your phone in hand. âLook at you all cute and shit, enjoying your sunbathing?â Jungkook asks as he squats down in front of you.
âYep, itâd be funner if you and Joonie joined me though.â You softly hum while tilting your head up and letting Jungkook lay a kiss over your soft lips.
âYeah..?â He murmurs low. Itâs glaringly obvious you have this man wrapped around your little fingers. Itâs like you didnât even have to try with him.
âIâll be right back.â He says and disappears into the house.
You roll over on your back with a satisfied smile, slipping your glasses back on as you hum, âThe boy is mine, I canât wait to try him,â
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Maybe Jungkookâs the one trying you right now. Itâs not even nine am yet..
Your thighs encase his head like a pair of soft earmuffs, heâs got his tongue dipped between your messy folds with your pussy stuffed in his face. Jungkook doesnât seem to care though, heâs got his strong big arms wrapped around your thighs as he holds you down and makes you take it.
Your clitâs just as sensitive as every other part of you, and Jungkook just loves to make you shake. He traces the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth with quick strokes. It has your lips parting and your head leaning back from the cloudy pleasure.
âOh..â You roll your hips upward into his eager mouth, something that greatly pleases Jungkook.
He slips his tongue lower and flicks it upward to get a taste of all that creamy slick gushing from your empty cunt. You slap a hand over your mouth and whimper when he goes back to your poor clit. This time though he wraps his lips around it and gives it a harsh, mean suck.
Jungkook flicks his dark eyes up to look at you, just watching as you lose yourself on his tongue. The way your tummy goes taut and your body stiff when he grazes his teeth over your clit sends a dark thrill down his spine. He wants to see more, so heâs going to get more.
âJ-Jungkook!â You cry out as he stuffs his fingers knuckle deep into your pussy.
Thereâs a loud squelch each time he slaps his fingers up into your greedy cunt. Your pussyâs literally leaking as small dribbles of squirt oozes out with each passing second. Youâre shaking, thighs struggling to stay open and not clamp down on his head. Your lower half shakes slightly from his rough movements and your pussy makes these nasty wet sounds.
âWait,â you sob and reach down to grip his hair, â âm so close..! P-Please, please,â youâre not sure what youâre begging forâgo, stop?
The heat in your tummy builds quickly and youâre teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm when he suddenly stops. All at once both his fingers and mouth are gone as he pulls away while harshly panting. You canât even complain but the intensity has your heart racing with excitement and fear.
âOkay?â He quietly asks while stroking your thigh gently.
You take a couple of seconds to catch your breath, meekly nodding as you bite your lip, â âm okay.â You softly reply.
He climbs up the bed and hovers over you, necklace dangling in your face as you stare up at him with glossy eyes. âKiss?â You softly say while parting your pillowy soft lips. Heâs very much happy to oblige of course..
You lazily make out, your lips feel swollen and theyâre glossy from spit. He doesnât let you pull away, heâs quick to chase after your lips and reel you back in with a hand to the back of your neck. His hand tightly grips your hair and teasingly tugs because he knows youâre a little slut for it.
You moan into his mouth and needily press yourself closer to him, hooking your thigh over his hip just so you could press your needy pussy against him. Everything feels hot and you donât like it, Jungkookâs not helping with the way he drops his other hand down to your ass cheek, gripping it tight and using his grip to yank you even closer.
Body to body, youâre rolling your hips up to feel the tent in his boxers. Itâs mouth watering when the curve of his thick cock presses into your inner thigh, so close to where you need him the most..
Jungkook tightens his grip on your hip, itâs bruising even as he presses himself into you and rubs his cock over your soaked pussy. The rough friction has your toes curling and another needy gasp escaping. He pulls away from the kiss with a wild look in his eye, he pants quietly as he shoves his boxers off and tosses them somewhere.
âHold yourself open for me baby,â he holds his heavy cock in his hand, stroking over it slowly as he looks down at your glistening cunt, âjust like that..â He mumbles darkly.
You hook your arms around your thighs and pull them up to your chest so that your pussy is laid out bare for him. You bite your lip in anticipation and try your best to stay still when he taps the tip over your swollen clit.
âLook so pretty like this,â he muses as he slips his cock in inch by inch, âprettier down here too.â He grins as he lays his thumb over your clit and rubs it side to side slowly.
You let out a long âmmâ as his cock fills you over and over again, filling you in the right places combined with his gentle strokes over your clit. Heâs got you dripping even more as his cock re-surfaces covered with your creamy slick.
Jungkook rolls his hips into yours slowly, you can hear the quiet grunts and moans slip from his lips as he remains focused on the spot where youâre connected. His face is scrunched in pleasure, and his thumb becomes jerky as he messily swipes over your bud.
You get the urge to ride the fuck out of him, heâs been nothing but doting and now you want to return the favor. Always the giver but never the receiver, and youâre going to change that.
âJungkookie,â you softly sigh as his eyes snap up to your face, âwanna ride you,â you pout, âcan I pretty please?â You purposely squeeze around his cock as he back strokes slowly.
âYeah,â he softly breathes out and lifts you up into his lap as he switches places with you.
You huff as his cock somehow slips deeper in the new position, âNo, you lay back and let me do it.â His eyes widened slightly at your demanding tone, âI wanna make you feel good too..â You pout and wiggle around in his lap.
Jungkook bites his lip and lets his hand fall to your thighs, âFuckâokay, yeah,â he lays his head back on the pillow and swallows harshly as you smile down at him and lay a soft kiss on his lips.
âFuck,â he groans when you turn around in his lap to ride him reverse cowgirl. He lays his hands over the fat of your ass and smacks each cheek repeatedly while you grind yourself in his lap.
Your moans spill from your lips as you arch your back and roll your hips back and forth. Behind you Jungkook sounds like heâs having the time of his life as he holds your ass tightly in both hands. The noises he makes only fuel your desire more as you rock yourself in his lap.
âMmâfills me up so good,â you tilt your head back with a teasing smile, âcan feel it so deep in my pussy.â
Jungkook growls low and spanks you harder, âYeah? You like knowing youâre the only one taking my cock like this huh,â he smirks, â âs all yours baby.â
You huff softly and look at him over your shoulder with puppy eyes, âMine only.â You nod, âNot hers,â you roughly slap your hips back, catching him off guard as he grunts, âRight?â
âOnly you.â Jungkook sighs as he tugs you back so that youâre grinding over his cock the way he likes, âAlways yours.â He murmurs.
You smile happily and begin bouncing in his lap, your ass claps against his pelvis as low fopping noises build up. The bed creaks a little and your skin smacks together as you get a little wild with it.
Your moans rise in volume alongside his as the two of you lose yourselves in your rough fucking. Your pussy clamps down when the tip of his cock brushes over your g-spot repeatedly. You have to put your hands on the bed for support as you whimper and grind quickly on his lap.
âF-Fuck..â You whimper low as your thighs begin to tremble again.
Jungkook throws his head back with a low groan as he holds your hips tightly, âFuck keep going baby, almost there,â he whispers breathlessly, âyou can do it.â
You let out a cry and slam yourself on his lap until you go still as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. Itâs mind blowing as your cunt tightens up and a wave of hot pleasure comes crashing down on you. You shake in his lap and whimper out a garbled version of his name.
Jungkook quietly moans as he holds you still and bucks his hips up a couple of times until heâs filling you with his cum. His cock twitches and pulses through his orgasm, dully reminding you that youâre on planet earth still and you need to come down from your high.
âMy pussy hurts.â You softly whine while looking back at him.
âMy pussy hurts,â he mocks softly, âbut who just got the dicking of their life hm? You did.â He pokes your cheeks and brings you back so that youâre laying with him, âYou okay?â He chuckles.
You hide your face in his neck and nod, âNap now, food later?â You softly ask.
âYeah, I like the sound of that.â He grins.
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not to be that girl, but if people start writing wolfwood and make him wildly ooc in order to get notes, im probably gonna fucking cry. vash and wolfwood deserve better than that.
#a lot of writers are the reason i cant read nanami anymore. i really wish i could but i havent touched nanami in months and that upsets me#please do not do the same to my stinky smoky bastard man. i love him so much#đ€: rae is in the vocal booth
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â IF I WAS A RICH GIRL . . ! â
᥎êȘ« sum. not only do you get your panties back but you get a handsome, suave sugar daddy as a gift. gojo takes you out on a date but the lavish, exquisite food isnât what heâs exactly hungry for. hint: itâs between your legs. oh, and you.
wc. 6.6k
warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), semi public themes, toy usage, gojo is a nasty menace, cunnilıngus, implied multiple Ćrgasms, praise kink, mentions of brÄeding, impact play, size kink, degradation, edging, manhandling.
†sd!gojo masterlist
âs- ssssatoru,â you hiss. clenching onto your fork, you squeeze your thighs together underneath a velvet red table. it was as if every area of your nerves could barely hold themselves together as theyâre continuously being interrupted. interrupted by the sheer vibrations juddering your legs apart. heâs sitting beside you, humming to himself as his eyes skim through the pricey menu. acting as if he doesnât hear your sweet faint whines, he heard them alright. loud and clear. itâs been a whileâever since that day, youâd have been a fool to not call him from the business card he gave you. accepting his precious offer to be a sugar baby. his sugar baby. and now, you were on a date with him. not just any date though, a date where he brings along a cute new bluetooth vibrator he bought for you. itâs happy new home was located right between your pretty thighs. the setting was powered on level four and you were so so close.
this was bad . . this was really really bad, the immense pressure steadily continues to arise. the bzzzing of the toy rings through your ears to where it gets stuck in your head. everything felt slow, real real slow. the entire five-star restaurant alone was quite loud. blaring with a multitude of conversations from talkative fellow guests. the vibrator makes you whine out a tiny, shrilling squeak, and you squeeze onto his pants leg. âyouâre smiling. i know you can hear m- me.â
âhuhhh, oh no sweet thing. âs just my natural face,â and heâs got a coy grin. he was definitely smiling. âletâs try one more level,â and your legs were just about to give out the moment the buzzing intensifies. so embarrassing, you keep trying to look around, in utter hopes that no one was looking your way. it felt so good, orgasmic even. youâre on your last final hinges of pleasure before he tugs against your ripped fishnets. âhold it, girl,â he directs, planting a kiss against your neck. âdonât finish, at least wait until our food comes. letâs try usin' those manners tonight, yeahh?â
âsatoru jusâ let me cum,â you whine, grabbing his wrist. you feel against his g-shock. the cold, metal material making your cute fingertips shiver a bit.
out of amusementâ he hums, watching as you try to drag his hand down between your heated thighs.
seeing how desperate you were for more of his beloved touch was adorable. your expanding heat only grows and thatâs when you then slouch back against the fat padded restaurant booth. the fabric of your panties felt stickyâalmost adhesive like with how it sticks against your mess between your lacey undergarments. just voluntarily glued against your plushed thighs. the toyâs been wavering against your pretty clit for about a good ten minutes. the waiter took you and gojoâs order quite a while ago since thenâand those long ten minutes since then felt like long ten hours. âfuck, âtoru. canât hold it, pleasepleaseplease.â
âhmmmm,â gojo kneads a thumb against your wrist. his touch alone made you throb more. his touch, you just wanted more of it each time. it was addictive, like a drug, like candy even.
youâre so close to your release that itâs right there. at the very tip of your tongue, you could almost taste it. saliva pours into your mouth as the the inevitable pressure gradually emerges.
as people in the restaurant continue to walk by, you have to try to not be so obvious. you were failing miserably thoughâanyone could peer a look at you and spot the lewd expressions stretched across your face.
by now, you werenât really trying to hide it. you were about to make a mess at a public restaurant, and maybe the simple thought of that alone made you pulse with no shame. âaw, yâr squeezinâ my wrist so tight, baby. really wanna make a mess, do ya?â and he leans right up against your neck, giving you a soft kiss. hot breath collides against your collarbone as he gives you a kiss, one simple kiss and youâre just so feral. not a single thought embedded into your mind except you were about to make the biggest nest imaginable. right underneath this tableâ all thanks to the stupid toy, and stupid satoru gojo, your beloved new sugar daddy. youâre nodding, tiny babbles of whimpers spewing out from your lips before he strums his fingertips against the rotating vibrator. gojo feels against the outer part of it sticking out of you, and he just wants to pull it out, making you cum himself with his tongue. heâs dirty but at least he has some kind of decorum. kind of. âso fuckinâ hot. gettinâ off at a five star restaurant like this, was supposed to be a special night but you just had to be a messy girl today, huh.â
ây- yes, âtoru, please,â and your breathing hitches the second his frigid cold lips make contact against your skin yet again. if it was anything that could make you so weak, it was gojoâs obscene, sloppy kisses. you craved them like you craved air. âhafta cum, let me finish please. wanâ it so bad.â
with a little teasing sigh he murmurs, âokay fine,â and once he gives you the go ahead, you finally let go. the deafening music reverberating throughout the diner harmonizes over your orgasmâ it was a tiny squeal but still. it silenced your own release, but you were still quite loud. youâre slump backward, feeling him turn off the toy from his phone with a simple button and he chuckles. âbaby youâre so fuckinâ dramatic,â and he drags a thumb against your now soaked entrance. youâre panting, tummy heaving and heaving as your quaking legs were all sprawled open underneath the table. pried open just for him. âsuch a wet girl. kinda just wanna get a little taste. my own appetizer before the meaââ
âchilled alaskan king crab legs, two complementary cups of ice and herb roasted chickenâ?â a waiter cuts off gojo as heâs flirting with you. with a whip of a head turn, he glances up, a bit annoyed at being interrupted. the waiter with the ordered food in hand stares at the two of you, a short petite male with a eye twitching expression. he gulped, seeing the gojo satoru and decided not to question just why his hand was literally between your thighs. âum, sorry for the delay. here you go.â
âthank you,â gojo cheeses a fake smileâyet as he watches intently as the waiter hands you both the steaming hot plates of lavish cuisine. he pops the same finger that was toying with you right into his mouth. you gaze at gojo, so filthy..
again, no shame at allâa shameless man at best. briefly, he sucks against his finger, savoring the after honeyed taste before smirking. it was as if he preferred your taste rather than the food sitting right in front of him. curling his tongue against his finger, he gives the server a coy nod. âkeep the change, man.â
the waiter was stunned to see gojo reaching in his suit, grabbing out a whopping tip amount of four hundred dollars in cashâhe stammers, accepting it with a grateful sheepish smile. âah, t- thank you. please do come again.â
as the server leaves, youâre left with your own body still panting from your most recent teeth shattering release. the food was sizzling, piping hot. with hooded, partly open eyes, you dig your nails into his slacks. âyouâre s- so nasty, âtoru,â and picturing the image of him licking his finger like that . . just a few seconds ago as if it was nothing, youâd lie a bit if you said it didnât turn you on. at least a little bit anyway. he snickers, planting a kiss against your jawline as you struggle to catch your incoming irregular breaths. âmy panties are all soaked now.â
âand. letâs be realâwhen are you not wet, princess,â he teases, grabbing a napkin to wipe the remnants of drool seeping from the outer corners of your mouth.
gojoâs eyes were so pretty, the more you stare into his elegant, ethereal pupilsâ the more you wanted him. wanted more of him. swallowing, he grabs the front of your hand before kissing it. the moment his lips press against your hand, you feel your tummy swarm up with butterflies. âand donât pout. âm gonna take them right off ya anyways, câmon. letâs finish eating. got a surprise for ya back at home.â
at gojoâs mansion, secluded from other buildings to disturb his peaceâhis surprise for you was nothing more than his tongue.
âi need you so bad, you donât fuckinâ understand,â he groans, and heâs making sure to take his time with you. his sweet precious time,
youâre in the master bedroomâ his bedroom where it was known for having your sweet moans reverberating and bouncing off the walls. as youâre laid on your back, you let off a soft whine once heâs trailing his tongue everywhere down your body. he starts slow, making his way back up to kiss you. strands of delicate snowy strands tickle against your forehead as his lips harshly crash onto yours. you moan, sliding your tongue against his and tasting the leftover taste of what tasted like sweet, sweet tequila. he was still in his suit and tie and you wanted nothing more than to have it off. your hands roam to yank on his tie and he gradually grinds his body against you. âyeah, thatâs right. ouch my body, girl. all yours.â
heâs speaking between lewd wet kisses. his voice was deepâhis rhythm against your body was so passionate that it was almost carnal. you taste a bit of mint on his tongue also, separate tongues continue to dance and fight against each other all the while heâs left you speechless.
breathless even,
every few seconds heâd have to come up for air, nibbling against your bottom lip coltishly. âdonât be shy,â he whispers, watching as you hesitate to feel against his body. he finds that characteristic about you cute, how you were still shy yet slowly warming up to him. âtouch me,â he repeats, his voice a bit more raspyâ a bit more needy. so you do, raising your hand and you slip it underneath his dress shirt. as the cottony piece of clothing glides against your skin, heâs still compressing his lips against yours before your fingers start to roam further . . .
as they wander down the older manâs body, you feel his exact build. he was absolutely ripped, even in his early thirtiesâhe could have easily been mistaken as a frat boy. it was no surprise, gojo practically spent his life in the gym. his personal gym anyway. you couldnât help but take a peak at his buff bicepsâonly imagining whatâd it be like for him to put you in a teasing chokehold.
those arms, that jacked build . .
the more you ponder about him manhandling you, the more youâre so close to making yourself more drenched. as everything progresses, you moan again. his sensual grinding against you gets more quicker and quicker over time. his hardened bulging boner rubs off on you and an arm of yours slings around his broad neck. âmhm,â he groans, feeling the soft centers of your fingertips stroke its way down toward his forbidden happy trail.
it trails and trails,
so pretty, just a beloved white trail of curled hair running down just above the horizontal border of the rest of his pubic hair. it starts near his navel and slides its way further down. a vertical strip of hair that you could never get your hands off of. as youâre still kissing him deeply, teeth gnashing amongst each other before gojo ultimately ulls away.
âfuck, âm gonna cum jusâ from kissing you,â he lets off a throaty laugh, trying to hide his flustered state. you had him so weak. so weak but heâd never admit that. gojo brings his swollen, dripping lips towards your neck, then your collarbone, all until he goes just a bit lower. âlook at this body,â he coos, pausing to take in your beauty right underneath him. âyeah, âm gonna take such good care of you, sweets. jusâ lie back ân let me love you.â
his words were as smooth as silkâ the deep, resonating pitch in it bellows all around the thin walls of his bedroom. the seductively sly baritone of his voice alone makes you pulse. if it was anything gojo had, he had a way with his fucking words. gojo purses his lips, coating your tummy with a plethora of kisses. you struggle to stay still, your expensive dress he bought you a few days ago for this exact occasion now all wrinkled and creases.
but truthfully,
he didnât careâbesides, heâd always buy you another one. his favorite motto.Â
as youâre lounged back, he makes you spread your legs. âmwah,â he purrs against your skin, lolling out his tongue just a bit to create a slime wet trail. it goes all the way down until he reaches near your cute navel . . then up to your half ripped panties. they werenât ripped before the date, but they certainly were now. âyouâre so sensitive today. barely did anythin' ân youâre squirminâ from my touch.â
âs- satoru, please,â you whine out a pathetic breath. a hand then grips onto his tangled strands like velcro. tightly, you didnât let goâ at least not yet anyway. his hair was were messy, and that simple detail alone made him ten times more attractive. gojoâs hair as usual was a bit slicked back but still unkempt, especially now due to your gluing grip. fingers of yours massage its way through his scalp and he almost moans. with a pouty expression, you continue to speak. âyouâve been edging me all day. âs no fair.â
âthaaaatâs kind of rude,â he chaffs with his white brows contorting into a furrow. âwas the toy not enough?â and with a shushed tone, he whistles against your clitâ giving it a soft kiss, a thumb peeling down the center. âoh, right.. probably wasnât, forgot how greedy this pussy is. âs my bad.â
your back arches, and you moan once he prods two long fingers inside of youâyour warmth envelops around his digits easily before he pulls it out to give it a good three second whiff. âsweet,â gojo slyly says, licking against his fingers. âwould have rather ate this instead,â and you moan, watching how his mouth was practically watering from your alluring taste. such a nasty man, the nastiest. gojo leans up to you, tapping against your chin. âah ah, open that mouth baby, before i eat. donât wanna hog, wanna make sure ya get a taste too.â
whimpering, you part your lipsâ sticking out your tongue before his lengthy slender fingers tug its way into your mouth.
immediately, you suck around them, lashes of yours fluttering from your blissful arousal. âm-mhm,â you slip out an inaudible gasp, feeling his free hand grab against your twitching cunt. gojoâs staring at you with the most smug expression before he pulls his digits out, sneaking a wet kiss right on your mouth. as you taste yourself, a messy cobweb string of spit departs from each mouth before he lies you back down. âfuck, hurry âtoru.â
ânow . . baby, donât rush me,â he teases, and with your back laid against the squishy cushioned mattress, he finally digs in. your knees poke and extend outward and a sweet whine rips out rawly out of your throat. itâs almost guttural, heâs yanking out noises from you that you didnât even know you could even produce.
once gojo startsâ itâs never ending.Â
he could eat you out for hours, despite how his jaw would tense and tighten. youâre moaning at the way he starts off with sloppy kisses before just straight up digging in. nose deep within seconds. it swipes against your folds in various circular motions. the rotation of his tongue was brutalâ youâre whimpering, maintaining a rough grip against his hair and he chuckles. sucking deeply against your puffy slit. you throb in his mouth, and youâre already squelching. gojo groans, reaching a hand inside of his executive pants to stroke himself off.
your pleasure was his pleasure after all. he wanted to always make that clear.
gojo wasnât lying about pointing out how hard you made him. a thumb of his runs down the vein that remains on his dick. with his eyes closed, he allows his tongue to wander through every part of your pussy. he knew just where to go. he knew the exact spots to make you scream and whine out for more.
with ease, he locates every orificeâ he doesnât miss anywhere, more so because he canât afford to.Â
gojo loves more than anything to make out with your cunt. his most favorite thing to do was to french kiss against it.
after each obscene mwah after mwah, he even allows his own saliva to help him outâ despite how you were already a practical dripping faucet. careless, saturated kisses of his had you throbbing time and time again in his mouth. his head vigorously shakes back and forth, side to side as youâre practically shoving him forward. âehâeasy on the hair, pretty,â he jibes, concisely parting his lips away. gojo stares at his thumb thatâs trying to insert its way in. he grows quiet, watching the scene in front of him. within long extended seconds, your pussyâs swallowing the single digit whole and you swear under your breath at how lengthy his fingers were . . even a simple thumb. gojoâs thumb stretched you out so good that you couldnât even comprehend the feeling in words. not like you could comprehend anything anyway, you were already stupid. all from his tongue, his touch, everything. âgod, such a wet girl. the nerve to be walkinâ around this soaked, ân sheâs quite the talker today too..â
as heâs rambling with a thumb entering in and out of your cunt, he takes a moment to spit on it. itâs shimmery, he blows against it before letting off a flirty whistle. âyeah she fuckinâ is,â he praises your folds. âoooh, bet sheâs gonna give me a nice squirt or two later,â and you moan once he brings his chatty lips back towards it. your pool of heat continues to grow before he lays his tongue flat. he was always a man to make a bit of a mess. your heartbeat starts to get so rapid that you heard itâs pulse right through your ears. the firm grip you have on his hair was tight. tangled crumped up fingers combing right through his hairâ it makes him a bit hard. the feeling of you dragging him back and forth against his face. you could barely keep your legs open but you didnât want him to stop. heâs practically slobbering over your pussy before he breaks away, giving you a smug grin. âlike when i make out with her more than you?â
âf-fuck, âtoru,â was all you could mutter out in shaky lips. as heâs relishing his meal between your thighs, gojo spanks your cunt twice. youâre so soaked that a few sloshing droplets hit against his skin. ângh, youâre teasinâ me. âm gonna cum if you k-keep doinâ that.â
sucking passionately against your clit, his tongue flicks against the sensitive nub. that spots has you short circuiting. ânuh uh, good girls cum when they deserve it,â and the tempo of his suckling gets quicker by the mile. youâre about to break, unceremoniously grinding your hips against his mouth so much to where he chortles. as he laughs, hot breath of his fans against your pussy and it only makes you throb ten times more.Â
straight convulsions,Â
youâre feeling so many sensations languidly twitch against your body all at once that you could barely keep up. everythingâs fuzzy so you felt like you were on cloud eight. cloud nine or whatever people call itâ honestly, your mind was far too fried to even figure it out. gojo grunts, snapping you back to reality with a soft swat against your folds. âbe honest with me, sweets,â gojo slicks his tongue out of your clingy walls, peppering a playful kiss against your soddened, moist folds. âdo ya deserve to cum? do ya deserve to be my messy baby? tell me the truth.â
with a cute, exasperated sigh, you sob out a needy cry. ây- yesss, iâve been good, âtoru. been good all day,â and his sucking against your clit grows within speed. the very cartilage of his nose against his nose prods against your entrance and you feel like youâre floating. the tip of his nose was all soaked, all because of your cunt continuously scooting up against it. as heâs propped right up between your legs, a hand of his squeezes down on your right thigh before giving it a little bite. your legs, one of his favorite things to gently press his teeth into. as well as your neck, but your legsâthey were just a force to be reckoned with. you were a force to be reckoned with. âsatoruuuu.â
âsweetheaaaaart,â he mocks your cute dragging of your words, slurping every lewd amount of your primal arousal. youâre so cute, barely bring able to stay still so much to where heâs got to hold you in place. âbut you were beinâ a bit of a brat earlier,â he hoarsely utters, rubbing his hard on against the edge of the bed. âteasinâ me, even tried âta stroke me off while we were in the diner,â and with coy eyes, he gives you a cunning smirk. as you pout, he simpers. âaww yeahhh, remember that dontcha?â
continuing to rut your sloppy cunt against his face, he playfully nibbles against your clit â you whine, biting down on your lip before spreading a plump thumb against your folds like jelly.
âdunno if she should be messy just yet,â and heâs such a tease. as he speaks, his eyes avert towards your pussy, clearly wanting you to understand he was talking to her and not you. at least not right now. you could hear the playfulness underneath his tone. your heartâs racingâ itâs so intense, your legs were quavering within his hold. struggling to maintain decent breaths, you end up finishing anyway. it hits you so abruptly that itâs rude, all kinds of nerves surge through you and your mouth pries itself open. the only thing escaping out of your sweet dry throat was a desperate, wailing whimper. gojo pauses, bringing a final kiss against your pussy before smearing a thumb against his lips. âthe fuck.â
âs- sorry,â you pant, but truth be toldâyou werenât. in fact, if he squinted just enough, he could see the little smile trying to stretch itself against your guilty, sheeny lips. youâd only last a few minutes with his tongue, featuring his long fingers, but still.Â
first and foremost, your powerful orgasm had you feral, a cooling air suddenly sets down against your skin as your legs tremble before your pussy gets slapped with a mean smack. one turns into two, then three, then four . .Â
âf- fuuuck, âtoru,â you gasp, hearing the wet swats against your cunt. youâre still sensitive, your swollen folds all dampened with nothing but your slick, soaking arousal. so wet, so sloppily wet and only wet just for him.
âwe talked âbout this, sweets,â gojo grumbles, giving your folds an almost disappointed kiss. âbut âs like ya never listen, guess yâr pussy needs more training,â and as youâre trying to collect as much gasps of air as you can through your full lungs, he squeezes your cunt with his entire wrist. unzipping his slacks, he leans into you before pulling you into a kiss. the entire spacey room was dim lit, velvety shaded rose petals scattered everywhere onto the crinkled sheets. gojo knew how to set the mood. as he shoves a tongue down your throat, still getting a good grip of your cunt with his palm, he then makes you flop right onto your back. âmch,â he hastily pulls away, a tongue savoring your sweetened lip gloss that smothers itself against your twitching mouth. âcanât look at ya right now. face that way, yeah. face down ân ass up. jusâ like i taught ya, pretty.â
with unsteady hands sinking into the bed, you do as he says. a soft whine ferociously snatches out of you once a big hand of his caresses your left ass cheek. his touch, you were always so weak for it. ever since you first met the man, your first encounter which was about approximately almost two weeks ago. you started to get deeply attached, well, at least your body was . .Â
as you arch forward, you feel a soft scratchy material plop against your back. gojo doesnât waste time, tugging down his own brand of boxers with his last name stripped in bold letters near the stretchy hem. grunting, he springs his aroused dick out, aligning himself against your achy, drooling entrance. the feeling of material was just gojo throwing a few wads of cash near your back. âbratty but gorgeous,â he scoffs, feeling you wriggle your ass against him. oh, you were gonna be the death of him. the fifty dollar bills trail and slide down your spineâ the view of it was so sexy, he wanted to savor this moment. youâre his favorite girl, he already knew it. a hand of his grips near your hip. âneedy âlil thing. just gotta move that ass against me,â and as heâs speaking, he gifts your ass with another impolite spank. âugh, pussyâs to die for.â
âs- satoru, fuck me,â your plea came out of your mouth in such a small tone. it was cute, your knees that dug into the mattress remain to grow shaky and wobbly before nearly giving out. the size difference amused him.
the delicious size of his fat cock was pure bliss. you donât think you could ever get used to it. every time with him always felt like the first. with two clingy big hands glued to your waist, heâs easing his way in slowly. his fat tip ploddingly opens up the outer sloppy walls of your entrance and youâre so slick for him that youâre already coating gojo from the very base down. growing a bit frustrated that it seems like heâs taking forever, you creep a hand down between your thighs to touch yourself but he only spanks your wrist away.
âgirlâplease, letâs not touch my pussy today,â he warns slyly, catching your hand with quick reflexes.
you moan, feeling his girth expand throughout your walls. heâs just so fucking big, your mouth stretches itself open and a tiny squeak escapes. âso wet, mhm, listen to how sloppy you get for me,â and you end up falling face forward into the bed. with your ass still up in the air, heâs easily emitting such filthy moans from your throat. your pussy doesnât take long to constrict around his hefty length. gojo always fits nice and snug inside, you wholeheartedly take him inside, drooling from how your cunt grips around him in such a secure way. just one thrust, a single thrust from gojo and you were already limp. âthereee we go, take it, pretty.â
âi-iâm gonna cum,â you whine, speaking in an almost breathy way. fat callused fingertips of his run down your spine, sending you various shivers before he spanks your bass again. the dollar bills that lay against your back start to fall right off of you from the quick paced movements. âs- sirrrr,â and with another smack, he corrects your sweet tone so you can rephrase and address him the right way. âiâ i mean satoru, fuck youâre sâbig. âm gonna cum again.â
âoh, donât be dramatic sweetheart,â he purrs in a rich tone, feeling you already start to gape around him. your pussy flutters from his thick entrance, and once he starts up a pace youâre frantic for more. a hand of his wraps around the back of your throat like a necklace before the ruthless drilling eventually starts. the sticking cacophonous pap pap paps against each jerking limb paps was so loud. skin against skin, body against body, you felt your jaw tighten. heâs so precise and rigorous with his sharp hips that it gives you whiplash. youâre never preparedâeven if you try to be. gojo knows how to hit every part of your cunt in such a way to make you squeal out in pleasure, in ecstasy. heâs got an upward curve that wanders all inside of your caved love areas. just a few thrusts and you were already salivating. âmhm,â he huffs, hearing the stickiness your cunt sings against his base. already, itâs a wet trail coating around his dick with each time he pulls out before back in. âdonât get lazy on me, pretty. i need to see a better arch. even i can do better than that.â
with a pout at his maddening cockiness, he spanks you again. you arch your back forward a bit more and he coos, âgood fuckinâ girl,â and he grabs a nice chunk of your ass. burying your head into the crook of your elbow, it takes him barely any time at all to locate your forbidden g-spot.
once he hits it exactly, the sound that escapes from your lips was adorableâit was a little shriek, it sounded so beatific and harmonious it was as if he was listening to a song. a song he never wanted to end, your sweet voice. âgoddamn,â he groans, feeling your ass thwack its way back against him in salacious rapture. oh, but despite that all, he knows youâre nothing but a tease. especially with your movements against him, happily moving your hips in sync with his. youâre fucking back against him and it makes him kiss his teeth. âmaybe this âs what ya needed all along, wanted âta spoil you today but all you wanted was dick, âs that right, sweet thing?â
ân- no,â you lie through your teeth, your own voice muffled with how youâre speaking inside of your elbow. your voice was shaky, trembling on every dragging syllable before the bed starts to get rickety. it creates sound with you bothâ making its own types of lewd harmonies. gojoâs weight pressing against you makes you throb, you were feeling all kinds of pleasure at once. whimpering once more at how heâs stuffing you full of thickset inches, you try to reach down to touch yourself.Â
âdonât play with me,â he catches your wrist again, an almost snicker departing from his lips.
damn, so close.
holding onto your wrist, he notices you squeeze his hand, rubbing a thumb against his fingers. âaw, does the baby wanna hold my hand?â and as you struggle to nod, he gently pins your arm back.âyouâre somethinâ e-else.â
his words start to cut off a bit as heâs keeping up a decent tempoâthe frame of the king sized bed starts to get jittery. all from the weight and his sloppy hips rigorously pounding into you. the bedâs creaking, itâs almost deafening with how it screeches aloud from the massing pounds of hefty pressure crushing against it. âd-donât stop, please,â and heâs just fucking you into his pillow. even the satiny rich sheets of his pillows smell like him. his signature musky scent of his gojo satoru cologne.
. . speaking of,
his pillows even have his last name bedazzled on them. literal cursive letters of âgojoâ written in blue. if you werenât so fucked out, youâd roll your eyes. heâs so deep, a hand of his explores the entire curvature of your hips. your curves were one of his favorite parts of your body, he could touch you all day long if he really wanted. the loving warmth that body provided him had him wanting moreâyearning for more, more of you. gojo always relishes in how you respond to just a few of his fingers of his dancing against your skin. you were so sensitive and it was a real sight to witness. one of his favorite sights. âfuck, âtoru. right there, riiight there, fuck.â
as his hips become more sharper, he hits against that same spot that causes a short circuit in your brain. youâre gaspingâholding your breath before whining, heâs so thorough. hands of yours slide underneath your barely unclamped bra, fondling against your jerking tits. âgood girl, play with yâr nipples for me like that,â and he swats another discourteous spank against your ass. this time itâs harder, it stings for a second and you whimper out from the sudden contact. after he spanks it, he always caresses it, rubbing the soft palm of his hand to make the sudden sting subside. âyâr so fuckinâ hot, pussyâs gonna make me fall for yââ
and he stops his words right at that last bit. your heart fluttersâ or maybe that was just your pussy, but you were no idiot. you knew what he was gonna say. or maybe you were delusional and misheard what he was saying.Â
gojo satoru was a filthy man, he steals out orgasm after orgasm out of you like itâs nothing. he was a little older, which meant that he was a bit more experienced.
quite a lot more than you by a long shot, he made you feel ways in where other men never could. couldnât even come close. maybe thatâs why you were so attracted, why you wanted more . .Â
a well known businessman, but downright nasty in the sheets. he couldnât help it, nor did he even really care. gojo had you wrapped around his rich finger, just like how you had him wrapped around yours.Â
with him,
the passionate intimacy lasts for many many hours. timeless, numerous until your legs were sore, until youâre just being a cum dump for him. youâre pumped full until itâs leaking out of your cunt. so stuffed, with your panties still lazily pulled to the size, some remnants of his cum coats against it. heâs lost count of how many rounds it wasâ maybe four, five, or was it eight.Â
all you knew was that your legs had been gave out. you were now flat on your back and heâs fucking you in missionary.
beloved, iconic missionary,
the perfect position to stare you right into your eyes. he grows a liking to grab your chin right when youâre about to cum, peeling your bottom lip down, only to then shove a tongue down your throat. speaking between breathy sentences, he groansârocking his fit body against yours. âkiss me, baby, suck my tongue,â and as heâs swaying back and forth, washboard abs poking through his shirt, your legs lock around his slim waist. a hand of yours slides its way through his dress shirt and tux, feeling against his faint chest hair and washboard abs before you part your lips. you only then start to gradually suck against the tip of his tongue. his heart beats speedily, synchronizing with yours entirely. heâs dizzy, the static that your body produces against him makes his head throw back as he pulls away. glancing up at the ceiling, still presenting your cunt deep solid strokesâhe knew you were gonna be a problem.Â
his prettiest problem,
perhaps he wasnât starting to think of you as just his sugar baby, maybe even something more . . but he buried that thought into the very back of his mind. all he really cared about was your pleasure.Â
pulling away for a moment, still buried into your sopping wet cunt, he grips your chin. whispering in a weary tone, smiling at you, he sighs. â. . tell me,â and he gifts your wet lips a chaste kiss. âyou wanna finish with me, pretty?â
âp- please,â you moan, your legs tightly locking around his waist, never letting go. everything was a messâ the entire room had a balmy aroma of love and passion. the both of you were sweating, beads of sweat coating each body. more so gojo, this was a mere work out for him. although, he was actually used to using his body on a daily, so physical activity never bothered him in the slightest. your stomach continues to seize from his fat length and he inches his mouth toward your neck again. his lips were so soft, gently sucking against your tender skin throughout each intimate moment.
viscous amounts of cum race down your thighs as if itâs some kind of lewd competition. as itâs slowly trickling down between your legs slowly, a hand of his slithers down your shaky limbs to feel it. to make sure it doesnât go to waste, to make sure it doesnât spill.
gojo satoruâs cum was pricelessâquite literally probably. plugging it back in before you whine. âwanna cum with you, âtoru.â
âcan never say no to you, baby,â he hums, bringing another kiss to your lips. despite his raspy worn out toneâheâs still so gentle with your body in his hands. gojoâs zealous hips slow down a bit before his lips capture against yours again. a hand swiftly wraps around your throat, briskly oscillating back against your body before another hand grabs the headboard. you glance up, spitting the veins poke out through his sleeves that were peeling down. heâs giving you slow, sensual thrusts. âfuuuck . . me,â and his words were delayed by a few seconds. heâs mercilessly grinding against your heat so good to where it becomes sloppy. heâs so close againâhe knows that feeling all too well. you didnât know what to focus on. gojoâs length, the girth that keeps your walls sweetly captive, or his voice but it was all so appetizing. so . . flavorsome.
he couldnât help but slow down his hips a bit. with a single hand, he reaches down to pull his leaky dick out right before he came. he shot into you alreadyâdozens of times actually, but he felt like being a tease again.
âugh,â he groans, feeling his base swollen itself up. as you finish on your own, your body transmitting into a shockwave of a wave of rapturing rhapsody he mimics you before a stringy amount of ropes splat right onto your folds. itâs so much, so viscous and goopy that paints the entrance of your cunt to where itâs as if your pussy was a mere canvas for him. âlook at thaaaat,â and as he licks his lips, youâre shaking right underneath him. gojo leans in to kiss you and thatâs when the bed suddenly jitters. itâs rumbling but he ignores itâ bringing you into the nth kiss for the night. âatta girl.â he whispers between kisses.
as youâre leaning into his touch, your anklet erotically rubs down the muscles of his back in such a sensual way. with tongues tangling together in corresponding harmony, the expensive wood on the headboard suddenly breaks. itâs a ear-splitting noise, an almost creak. noticing the noise, you break away from his lips before sheepishly muttering.Â
âdid the bed just . . break?â
âperhaps,â gojo whispers, but he was totally unfazed. you had him pussy whipped, he didnât even look tired.
pretty cerulean irises gaze into your allâso pretty that it almost could be mistaken for a solid pigment of green. a jade loving kind of green that you only see in jewels. his intense, needy stare longs into you for a few more seconds before he makes you flip over. you gasp, still feeling his cum ooze out of you from the inside. it was so feverishly warm, sweltering hot with bulks of his sticky seed. all that and you just wanted more, you didnât care how greedy or needy you came across.
snickering, gojo picks up the money thatâs scattered everywhere on the bed only to put them right back on your back where it belongsâ
he then sticks a single fifty dollar bill between your lazily stuck-to-the-side panties before letting off a dry laugh.
âletâs not worry about that though. letâs worry âbout how âm gonna try âta get you pregnant, tonight sweetheart. nowww, letâs practice that arch again one more time, my love. bend over just for me, yeah. atta fuckinâ girl.â
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I saw a video of a guy blowing smoke into his gfs mouth when they kiss AHHHH THAT WITH SEVIKA HAS ME ROLLINGGGGGGG
Smokey kisses
i feel like I know exactly what video you're talking about, and 100% agree with you! i also have part 2 of the bodyguard fic coming out soon ! asks are still open, if i havent answered yours PLEASSEE resend, some get lost in the void.
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Whenever Sevika smoked cigarillos around you, she never blew the smoke in your face, assuming you never wanted to inhale the secondhand smoke.
When talking face to face with you, she blows the smoke out of the side of her thick lips (sometimes into someone else's face, not that she cares)
Even when you kiss, she feels a little self-conscious about her breath, knowing it probably tastes bitter. She tries to lessen the blow by using some cheap strawberry chapstick every so often.
Once you leaned in to kiss her while she was smoking and she pushed back on your chest with the hand that wasn't holding her cigarillo.
"Not right now sweetheart"
At first, you didn't realize why she did this, thinking maybe she was uncomfortable with your affection. But you started to realize the trend within a few months.
How she refused to smoke inside your house, and never purposely lit one up around you unless she was stressed or anxious. But not before muttering an apology.
Obviously, knowing this information you wanted to make her less insecure of her habits. If you couldn't get rid of the habit you might as well embrace it, right?
This is the part where you hatch your master plan.
When you two sat together in Sevika's private booth at the bar there was a cigarillo held between her lips as she was in the middle of a poker game. You sat on her leg, her mechanical arm holding you steady by the waist.
This was one of your guys' pastimes, she would show you off to the jealous men at the bar while you got to indulge in the warmth of her body and the heat of her touch.
Undoubtedly she was winning, a man huffed in disappointment from her left. This made her chuckle and smoke was blown out of her nostrils, she shifted her leg slightly, making you bounce in her lap.
You smiled at this, leaning back on her shoulder.
As the men shuffled out of the booth (not before handing over Sevika's winnings) you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.
"Good job baby," You kissed her on the cheek as a reward, a reward that she definetly valued more than the gold on the table infront of her.
"Dont you ever get tired of watching me win?" She said teasingly, running a hand up your thigh.
You inched closer to her face, "No, not even a little bit"
She backed up a bit as you got closer to her lips, raising an eyebrow at you. Before she could retaliate further you grabbed her face and pulled it towards yours
Your lips intertwined with hers, a gasp escaped her lips, causing smoke to be blown into your mouth. At that you inhaled, deepening the kiss.
Her eyes were open, pupils blown wide as she stared incrediously at you. This shock didnt last long as she started to kiss you back, grabbing the back of your head and running her fingers through your hair roughly.
"Fuck, that was so hot"
She muttered between heavy breaths and rough kisses.
Pulling away, she took another drag of her cigarillo and pushed her mouth back against yours, releasing a breath when you kissed her back.
She groaned at the feeling of you taking the smoke into your mouth and letting it linger, the fumes your senses as it escaped in small spurts through your lips.
Sevika smirked into the kiss, now moving her mouth down to your jaw. But you pushed her head away, giggling.
"You should have let me do that sooner." She rubs the back of your head where her hand sat.
"Yeah? Well, quit acting like I don't know you smoke when you're around me."
this was infact NOT proof read so dont come at me....
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Lowlifes [M] Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader Tags: 11.5k, f2l, smut, fluff, humor, foundfamily, gang?au, 18+ Summary: Seungcheol grows tired of watching you fool around with a string of loser boyfriends and steps in when an ex shows up somewhere he's not welcome which unravels years of feelings lost in translation. Warnings: SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI!! mxf unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, lots of making out both in public and private, lots of touching, holding, soft manhandling, language, physical violence, mentions of injuries, broken bones, etc. not super detailed but very much implied they are in an illegal crime crew/gang/ring whatever. people are drinking in the bar and getting lit bc it's big dawg dk's bday ok. i think that covers it.
Seungcheol knows he should mind his business and heâs well aware that you can handle your own problems because you take great pleasure in reminding him of your capabilities.
That doesnât mean heâs not watching out of the corner of his eye as youâre pacing back and forth at the far end of the bar. Your phone is glued to your ear and youâre obviously upset, throwing your free hand in the air with a string of expletives falling from your lips so clearly that he doesnât have to hear you to make them out. Itâs obvious whoâs on the other end of that call and just knowing youâre still speaking to your ex irks his nerves.
He drinks down the remainder of his beer as he continues monitoring from a distance, running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip with thinly veiled irritation.Â
When you hang up the phone, mid-sentence, it takes everything in you not to turn and drive your fist through the wall. All the pretty promises and apologiesâŠyou knew they were empty. You knew he would disappoint you yet again. Youâre more angry with yourself for being stupid enough to hope heâd come through for once but instead of being here with you and your friends, trying to work shit out, heâs running with his new crew.Â
Things were always tumultuous with Jae and never going to work out, which you knew very early on, but you just loathe being wrong when you give someone a chance. It was a foolâs hope to think he might turn it around and make you feel better about letting him into your life to begin with.
The truth of the matter was that Jae just wanted to be a part of your crew and when they refused to let him in, he went and found another and tried to drag you along with him. There wasnât a chance in hell that youâd leave them, your family, but you tried to make things work and it bit you in the ass more times than you could count.Â
Youâre pissed as all hell when you slip back into the booth, right into Seungcheolâs side. Heâs warm and familiar, and when his arm falls around your shoulder it tempers your rage just a touch. Another thing Jae couldnât standâŠhow close the two of you were.Â
Seungcheol has been by your side since you and your brother were kids. You three have been thick as thieves, literally, for so long that you were more comfortable with him than anyone else in the world. You loved, trusted, and respected Seungcheol to a fault.Â
He also notoriously letâs you get away with pretty much everything.Â
So, for no reason other than needing a distraction and hoping to get a rise out of him, you take the cold fresh beer heâs yet to touch right out of his hands and bring it to your lips. He makes an amused sound and pinches your shoulder where his hand rests.Â
âThat doesnât belong to you,â he grumbles, though he doesnât do anything to stop you from taking whatever you want.
You swallow another small mouthful and set the beer down, pushing it back into his grip. The little gasp of surprise you let out when his big hand catches around yours before you can let go of the glass makes Cheol grin which is an improvement from the scowl heâs been sporting for most of the night.
âYou gonna tell me why youâve been so grumpy?â you ask, leaning into him so he can actually hear you over all the noise, âYou only nurse a beer when youâre in a shit mood.â
He lets you pull your hand from the cold glass but doesnât put any distance between your bodies, he lessens it instead. Youâre so close that he doesnât even need to speak loudly for you to hear him. âI didnât realize you paid that much attention to me.â His deep rumbling voice can be felt this closely and the alcohol in the warmth of your belly feels fizzy.
âIâve known you longer than anyone else here,â you reason, âYou canât hide anything from me.â
Seungcheol snickers, âOh, I bet I could.â
You donât get the chance to try and one up him because your phone buzzes incessantly in your lap. Pulling back, you both see who is calling and Seungcheol kisses his teeth in irritation. You silence the call, sending your ex to voicemail and youâre about to reach for your own drink but another incoming call prevents you.
âYou want me to answer it?âÂ
Seungcheolâs tone is dangerous so you silence the call again and continue reaching for your glass. âHeâll give up.â
That isnât typically the case but you're praying this once it is because you really donât feel like dealing with Jaeâs bullshit any more than you wish to handle a pissed off Seungcheol or get a lecture from your brother. Jeonghan, over-bearing and unhinged as he is, will talk you to death when you make a poor choice as if his entire lifestyle isnât comprised of the ones heâs made. Better to keep him out of it too. Â
Cheol will give you a piece of his mind but heâs more like your big, scary guard dog and even though youâre never on the receiving end, you know heâs got a nasty bite so youâd prefer to keep the leash short and not dangle bait before him. The last thing you need is Seungcheol winding up in a cell because of youâŠhe toes that line enough as it is.
Unfortunately, nothing is going your way tonight and your phone lights up again. Normally youâd leave it alone but another part of you, one far and detached from who is calling, still fears the guilt of missing back-to-back calls heavens forbid something has happened.
Itâs the only reason youâre answering, shouting over the noise, âYouâd better be dying. What the hell do you want?â
âBaby, I just need to talk to you and youâre ignoring me,â he whines back and bile gathers at the base of your throat, âI already said I was sorry! Your friends donât even like me so I donât know why you asked me to come. They donât think Iâm good enough for you.â
âYouâre not good enough for me,â is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, beyond caring about his feelings at this point, âYouâve proved that time and time again and I donât need them to tell me what I already know. Iâm busy. Donât call me again.â
âWait, wait!â he calls out to you desperately - it makes your skin crawl, âIâll come pick you up, sweetheart. Iâll take you somewhere real nice, just us two, ok? You just stay there and Iâll come get you.â
Your face bunches up incredulously, âDonât bother showing up now! The olive branch I extended by inviting you tonight no longer exists. I donât want you here and Iâm definitely not going anywhere just the two of us. Iâm with my crew and youâre with yours,â you argue back, âThatâs what you chose, so thatâs what you get.â
There is silence on the end of the line and then laughter.Â
âYouâre lucky youâre hot because itâs a distraction from how fucking crazy you are! I swear to god, youâre just trying to piss me off so Iâll pay more attention to you! Is that what you want? Want me to drop everything to be with you? Like you donât get enough fucking attentio-â
âHang up,â comes a growl from your left and when you look over, Seungcheol is seething.
You donât waste another breath except to say, âDonât call me again,â before disconnecting..
As you tuck your phone back between your thighs you accidentally meet Jeonghanâs gaze from across the table. His eyes flick between you just having ended another call and Seungcheol who looks like he might shatter the glass in his hand at any given moment. He raises a brow, his silent way of asking if everything is okay and you wink back like itâs totally fine. No worries. Not a thing wrong or out of place.Â
Which, it probably would have been if your phone hadnât vibrated again a minute later.Â
Itâs just the one time so you thought it was a fluke, a misdial, but then it buzzes againâŠ.and again. Then itâs a continually buzzing stream of new alerts so you pull your phone out and find sixteen unread messages. You donât even bother reading them and shove the phone back between your thighs. Just. Shut. Up.
Minutes pass and youâre trying really hard to enjoy Chanâs little impromptu performance at the bar, and it sounds lovely, truly, but itâs difficult to focus on anything at all between your efforts to internally process your exâs fucking audacity and to ignore furious heat rolling off Seungcheolâs body still so close to your own..Â
Heâs wholly enraged and you can feel it.
There is maybe a solid seven minutes where your phone sits silently and youâre about to turn to speak to Jihoon and thenâŠanother text comes through. Seungcheolâs patience finally wears through and he plucks it from between your thighs before you can react. You watch quietly, not bothering to argue with him as he forces a shut down before pocketing it inside his jacket.Â
You still stare at him like some admonished teenager and he stares back with a small smirk, daring you to say something. Heâs not doing it to punish you - thatâs the reason you donât push back - heâs going to make sure you enjoy the night just like everyone else. He knows itâs not going to happen if youâre glued to your phone and so do you.Â
Narrowing your eyes, you smirk back. âYouâre giving that back later, right?â
His answering grin is troubling. âI might make you earn it.â
You toy with the idea of asking how but that line of thought is mercifully interrupted by a round of shots for the whole table being delivered and passed around. You had to wait the additional four minutes of having to sit through Hoshi giving an impromptu speech that almost dissolves to tears because heâs probably (definitely) two shots too deep and then itâs back to chaos and youâre finally free to be a part of it.
Your mood lifts tremendously over the next hour so being present in the moment with the people you love. Haoâs girlfriend Jessie passes you a sticker sheet with little glittery hearts and stars which end up all over the bar, in joshuaâs hair, the tip of Junâs nose, the bathroom walls, and some litter the dance floor. Woozi steals a couple for the back of his phone case and when you run out she supplies you with temporary tattoos. Almost everyone has at least two imprinted on their skin by the time those are run through.
When your hands are empty and your drinks all run dry, an old country western song crackles over the speakers and suddenly youâre being dragged out onto the floor by Mingyu who is hell bent on trying to replicate some old line dance youâre sure heâs fabricated in his foggy mind. Something about heels and toes, and being swung around your partner - itâs fun and somewhat terrifying when heâs nearly lifting you off the ground mid-spin.Â
Itâs not his fault that heâs got long legs and two left feet when he drinks so itâs mostly the two of you skipping in circles, laughing and completely out of breath, but itâs a blast.Â
And then you catch something out of the corner of your eye that makes you stop dead in your tracks. Mingyu doesnât even notice that youâve stopped until he trips over your foot, looking down at you in confusion. âYou givinâ up on me?â
âWhat the fuck is he doing here?âÂ
The voice comes from Joshua in the corner, which means somehow word spread about tonightâs falling out without you knowing, and now everyone is looking at your ex, boldly and moronically standing a few feet away from you which is several feet too close for their liking. Unsurprisingly, itâs Hoshi whoâs already in his face, smiling in the most menacing fashion. âThis is a private event so unfortunately for you, youâll have to fuck off.â
Jae scoffs aloud, âI donât give a shit about your party.â
Then his scowl twists into a smirk but itâs cruel and mirthless, his eyes falling on you and Mingyu who had at some point out of habit placed his body just in front of your own.
âI came for my girl but it looks like sheâs already moved on for the night, throwing herself at one of you sorry assholes because I couldnât make time for her. Typical.â
Mingyu anticipates you trying to step around him and quickly catches you around the waist to hold you back at the same time that Seokmin stands from his chair so quickly it falls backwards and lands with a loud clatter. âWatch your fucking mouth,â he warns menacingly.Â
âWatch my mouth? Iâm just pointing out that facts. I should have known thatâs why she suddenly didnât want me here,â he goes on like every pair of eyes on him arenât glaring daggers, âWould have ruined her plans to get shit-faced and open her legs for whichever one of you looked at her first.â
Jeonghan hurls himself at Jae with an opened switchblade in his hand but, thankfully, Joshua and Jihoon catch him first, and the bastard laughs knowing none of them would let Jeonghan get close enough to do something stupid. Not with witnesses around anyway.
Jae tilts his head, speaking directly to Jeonghan with his hands in his pockets and condescention dripping from his tongue, âYouâre her big brother,â he pouts, just pouring salt in the wound, âYouâre really just going to sit back and allow all your friends to take turns with your little sister? The crewâs designated whor-â
He barely forms a smirk before Seungcheol appears out of nowhere and suckerpunches him in the mouth so hard the crack is audible throughout the bar. Unfortunately for Jae, heâs still conscious when he hits the ground, broken teeth and blood pouring from his maw as he screams in excruciating pain. Youâre sure his jaw is broken and youâre glad.Â
Absolutely no one moves to help him. Hardly even bats an eye.
Then, Seungcheol draws his leg back and kicks Jae in the stomach which means heâs not done and after what your ex just saidâŠyouâre not sure anyone in your crew will step in to stop him. You move instantly, pulling yourself out of Mingyuâs protective grip to push your way to the front where youâre relieved to see Vernon already attempting to pull his friend away and he does but not before your exâs hand is crushed under the sole of Seungcheolâs boot and the screaming starts anew.Â
When you reach them, you immediately put yourself in the middle without hesitation, both hands against Seungcheolâs chest in an effort to calm him down before he loses it completely. One of his hands is still clenched at his side and youâre trying desperately to get him to look down at you. He doesnât but his other hand comes up to sit at your hip and thatâs enough of an acknowledgement that you relax, just slightly.Â
You turn just your head to look down at Jae whoâs never looked more pitiful. Covered in blood, dirt, snot, and tears.Â
Seungcheol glares over your shoulder at the broken man on the floor, his arm now firmly seated around your body in a possessive display as he growls, âAlways running your fucking mouth,â then he nods in your brotherâs direction, âI should let him cut your tongue out.â
Jeonghanâs knife spins dangerously between his deft fingers like heâs itching to use it.Â
Heâs no longer restrained, nearly deranged, and begins stalking toward your ex who flinches away and frantically shakes his head, unable to speak with his mangled mouth. Your voice cuts clear into the charged air. âJeonghan,â you call out and your brother stops mid-step to look up at you patiently. You shake your head at him and he concedes but the fire in his eyes is palpable.Â
He smiles down at Jae, voice lilting and deadly. âYouâre safeâŠfor now,â he tilts his head, crouching down to get closer, âAnd donât bother running back to your crew for help or hope for some form of retaliation,â He pauses, covering his mouth with his knife, giggling with feral delight dancing in his eyes, âI bet you didnât tell them where you were going or who you were fucking with because they never would have let you come and I can only imagine how pissed theyâre going to be when they find out.â
Jaeâs brows furrow indicating his confusion and Jeonghan laughs again, wiggling his long fingers, tapping them with the point of his blade. âHow do you think your ring leader lost two fingers on his right hand? That pretty scar down the side of his face? It was an improvement if you ask me,â he croons and Jaeâs eyes widen with renewed horror, âLoyal little lap dog ever since and hilariously, still harboring a rather sweet crush on my darling sister. Small world, huh? Weâll be sure to let him know how you feel about her and whoâs responsible for,â he waves his hand with an air of distaste, gesturing to Jae, âThis.â
When Jeongan stands again, his smile falls flat and you turn your head quickly, tucking it into Cheolâs chest when you hear the crunch and subsequent thud as your brother stomps and knocks Jae out cold. Itâs cruel, perhaps, but now knowing who exactly heâs been working for, youâd consider this a mercy compared to wait awaits him.
Seungcheol lifts his chin with a silent order and Junhui and Mingyu are already stepping forward to haul Jaeâs unconscious form out of the bar with Joshua leisurely striding behind them, Jaeâs phone in hand. Theyâll dump him outside, a few blocks away. Heâs lucky theyâre not animals - Josh will use Jaeâs phone to deliver a personal message to his crew but beyond that, heâs no longer your crewâs problem. Retaliation isnât even a concern in this situation.
The atmosphere is obviously soured and you can still feel the rage swirling in the air. There isnât a single member of your crew who wouldnât have loved a turn. Even Minghao, calm and even, the most level-headed in situations like this has a particular air of cruelty about him in the moment and Jessie at his side tucks away a glittering pair of brass knuckles. You donât have to glance around to they are waiting for an order and Cheol still has his eyes focused on the door. There are also a few patrons who are not associated with your crew, the kind who know when to mind their business, but even they seem to be waiting to be told what to do next.
So, you clear your throat and try to paint on a pretty smile.
âPardon the interuption,â you sigh, each head in the room swiveling in your direction, âTurn the music up and order another round for the whole bar,â you glance up to find Seuncheol already looking down at you and you pat his chest, âDrinks are still on the big guy so youâd better take advantage while heâs still feeling generous.â
Thankfully, its enough to get everyone moving again, your crew falling right back into the party swing as if nothing happened. It was so easy for them to flip the switch sometimes. From volatile back to joyous - back to shots, and karaoke, and dancing.Â
Seungcheol was still furious though. He doesnât bounce back nearly as fast.
âWhy donât we take a walk out back?â
He doesnât budge for a moment and you say his name a little more firmly this time to which he reponds, âYeah, yeah. Iâm sorry. Letâs go.â
No one asks questions or follows the two of you when he takes your hand and leads you out the back and into the crisp night air. Itâs dark but the moon etches just enough light that you can still see each other easily. Seungcheolâs shoulders are tense and you watch his fists clench and unfurl methodically. Theyâre also red and angry after making direct contact with Jaeâs teeth. The thought makes your gut roil.
âChoi Seungcheol,â you lightly grumble, âYou canât go around hospitalizing every asshole that is mean to me.â
Nothing at first and then thereâs a little huff of laughter. âI can absolutely do just that, or worse. Besides, I only hit him once.â
âYou broke his jawâŠand probably a few ribs with that kick,â you sigh and lean back against the building, glancing up at the sky. âMy point is that I know you can but that doesnât mean you should. If you get arrested, whoâs gonna take care of me?â
He smirks. âSpoiled.â
âYour fault,â you roll your eyes and really look at him. âI didnât know he was working for Kaito, obviously. You know I wouldâve cut him off completely If I had.â
âI didnât know either,â he admits, shrugging off your surprise, âJeonghan must have found out and kept it to himself. You know how he likes to hold onto things until its useful. Your brother is kind of a sadistic asshole sometimes.â
âHannie is just eccentric and has weird hobbies,â you counter with a small grin, âBesides, heâs your best friend so think about what that says about you.â
He just winks in response. Itâs maddening and attractive, per usual.Â
âMhm,â you hum quietly, pleased to watch him unwind in front of you, because of you. âIâm glad to see youâre in a better mood,â you tease him, âI thought for a few that you might have been mad at me.â
Cheol lets out a long sigh and digs his hands into his pockets. âIâm never mad at you.â
You cross your arms and quirk a brow at him, âThatâs a blatant lie and you know it. I canât even count how many times youâve chewed my ass out for one thing or another.â
âThe handful of times that I have yelled at you came directly after you did something dangerous,â he argues back with a short laugh, âCalling your ex, that fucker in particular, makes me question your judgement and maybe your sanity, but itâs not a reason for me to be mad at you. If anything itâs mild frustration.â
You narrow your eyes at him. Itâs more than mild. âSay what you need to say, Cheol.â
He squares his shoulders, face serious much like his tone. âYouâre too smart to keep choosing assholes that let you down over and over again. So, why do you do it?â
You purse your lips. âTouche,â heâs not wrong, âI am self aware enough to admit my track record is shit but there is not a lot to work with. Itâs not as though our dating pool is stellar, Cheol. Weâre lowlifesâŠwe associates with other lowlifes. Nice boys like girls like me until they realize Iâm not worth the trouble.â
He sputters out a laugh and steps closer, just enough to lower his voice in the echoing alley way. A touch closer and you could probably steal a little body heat youâre starting to wish for. âYou are the trouble,â his eyes sparkle when he says it, like its a compliment, âNice boys too soft for you anyway and weâre not lowlifesâŠwe just live a little differently. You can do better,â he smirks when you roll your eyes again, âYou canâŠyou just donât.â
You uncross your arms and spread them out before you. âOh, any suggestions? I forgot you were a dating expert-â then you break into a laugh and Cheol is throwing his head back, knowing whatâs coming. âOh, wait! I forgot. Youâve not had a girlfriend in what? Five years? Eight?â
He snatches both your hands out of the air and pushes them back toward your chest, trying to reign in his amusement and overall urge to smother you. âYouâre high maintenance enough. Why the hell would I need a girlfriend? Iâve got enough on my plate.â
You reach out and lightly punch him in the chest. âYouâre a big boy, Cheol. Donât let me hold you back. I can handle myself.â
At this, he snorts and pulls a hand out of his pocket to point at you. âYou can handle yourself? Did I not pick you up in a police station two months ago for speedingâŠagain?â
You pull off the wall with your mouth open to defend yourself and he abruptly pushes you right back against it and continues. âWho taught you how to drive and took the blame when you ran over Jeonghanâs bike when you were fifteen? Who showed up at three in the morning to pick your drunk ass up at that halloween party just so you could puke in my car and my bedâŠall night?â he pushes closer and lowers his voice âWho bailed you out of jail four months ago when you took a glass bottle to someoneâs head in club and it turned out to be a fucking cop?â
âHe looked like any other perv fondling girls on the dance floor!â You shout, eyes wide and wild as if someone would overhear, âHow was I supposed to know he was a cop?! And why does it matter? He was a creep and Iâd do it again!â
Seungcheol is simply dissolving into laughter, his earlier shit mood absolutely erased, and then as your volume grows he starts attempting to shush you though itâs half-assed.Â
âShhhh,â he laughs even harder, âI know, I know. Iâm just teasing,â he grins when you finally crack a small smile, âHonestly, I was so proud of you that night. Took fifteen stitches to sew him back together and I hear itâs left a big ugly scar.â
You scoff in disbelief at his blatant pride. âProud?! You chewed my ass out the entire way home.â
âQuit doing dangerous shit without me,â he shrugs unapologetically, âIf youâre gonna get yourself in trouble, at least make sure Iâm there to back you up.â
You roll your eyes, placing your cool hands under your chin to warm them. A cold wind whips through the alley, tossing his soft black hair around. Naturally, he steps into the windâs path, blocking you from the worst of it because thatâs what he does. It grants you the opportunity to slide a little closer and he chuckles, catching on very quickly to what youâre trying to do. Use him as both a human shield and personal heater.Â
He looks down at you with that soft gaze you know is only reserved for you. As youâve grown older together, youâve learned that itâs best to avoid basking in it for more than a few seconds at a time. Your eyes dart down to his chest and back up again, not quite meeting his eyes this time. âItâs colder than I thought it would be tonight.â
He pulls your jacket a little tighter around you. âWe can go back inside if you want.â
Whatever you want - itâs always whatever you want. Sometimes you just want to know what Seungcheol wants.
You hold eye contact with him now, just watching to see if his expression changes at all. Itâs almost dizzying, staring at one another so closely. A stupid decision on your part, honestly.
âWhat if I asked you to take me home?â
Simple. âWe can go home. Just gotta grab my key-â
You shake your head with a small laugh. âActually, I think we should go back in and sing karaoke.â
His lips pull up, always quick to pick up on the game. âWhat song? I love karaoke.â
âLiar. You hate karaoke,â you grin, âWhy do you give into anything I ask?â
His smile is so beautiful - it always has been.Â
âI do not give into everything,â he corrects you and then huffs in amusement, âGo ahead, try your luck but put some actual thought into it. You know most things are negotiable for lowlifes like us.â
âGreat! So, youâll let me drive your car tomorrow night?â you bat your eyes at him soo prettily. Itâs in the bag.
He hardly budges. âNo,â comes from those plump lips more clearly than youâve ever heard it in your life and you instinctually pout like a child which amuses him. âI said put some actual thought into it. Youâre a terrible driver.â
âYou also said to try my luck,â you answer and it comes out more like a grumble, âWhich has apparently abandoned me tonight.âÂ
The way you drop your shoulders and pull yourself inward knocks him off kilter and his smile drops in a split second. When he speaks again, his voice is just a touch deeper - less playful, more gentle. The change is so slight that anyone else would miss it but youâve got that shift of his rooted in your memory at this point.Â
âYour luck? Maybe,â he tips his head in consideration, close enough that heâs slipped his arms around you, big hands splayed comfortingly against the middle of your back, âIâm still here though.â
You know you should put some space in between your bodies right now but that little voice that is usually telling you to mind your boundaries is so far away in the moment that you do the opposite. Closing the distance, you look up at him as you slip your hands around his waist beneath his jacket. âYeah, youâre always here for me. Arenât you?â
When he dips his head closer, his tone is surprisingly serious. âI hope thatâs not an actual question at this point.â
His free hand comes up to catch the back of your neck as you move to pull away, to ask him to explain or just to confirm that what youâre feeling is mercifully mutually, but youâre trapped - body painted against Seungcheolâs in the moonlight. Itâs probably the most intimate position youâve ever been in with him and your heart thrashes in your chest.
âIâve always been right here,â his nose and lips brush your cheek as he speaks, âPatiently waiting.â
âWaiting for what?â you ask too softly but he smiles, you can feel it against your skin.
âFor you to get tired of playing house,â He chides gently, âYou already have a home with me and you know it.â
To say it out loud for the first time is almost staggering for Seungcheol and itâs a devastating revelation for you. Each time you tried dating someone new it had felt like a cheap replacement to distract you from the despairing thoughts of loving Seungcheol and him not loving you back, but he was there. Watching, waiting, already belonging to you in every way the entire time.Â
The first sound out of your mouth is escaped laughter. Itâs soft and disbelieving.Â
Seungcheol smiles as he pulls back enough to see your face. âYou genuinely didnât know?â
You shake your head back and forth, still laughing, and the dimples in his cheeks pinch as heâs rolling his eyes at you, snickering to himself. âYouâre the worst. I seriously thought you were playing dumb on purpose,â he groans, though his hands meet in the middle of your back now, comfortably laced like he plans on staying this way for a while. âTell me. Who are all those idiots in there to you?â
Easy. âTheyâre my brothers.â
âAnd who am I?â
Your lips twitch and he smirks. âYouâre justâŠSeungcheol,â saying it makes everything so plain and simple. So obvious. âYouâre my Seungcheol.â
âExactly. Have I ever felt like a brother to you? Like just a friend?â he prods, pretty white teeth still on display. Heâs going to drive his point home like always.Â
âListen, jerk,â you poke him in the chest with a long sigh, âOf course you never felt like those things to me. I didnât want to see you as just a friend and definitely not as a brother, gross,â you grimace at the thought, âBut just because I felt that way about you doesnât mean I thought you felt the same. I thought it was all very one-sided and I was just going to eventually get over it.â
He raises a single brow. âAnd,â he blinks pointedly, âHave you gotten over it yet?
âUnfortunately not.â
âGood.â
Good because heâs truly out of patience at this point and heâs going to make sure you know exactly how he feels without question.Â
And thatâs how you find yourself caged up against the wall outside the bar, Seungcheolâs lips hungirly claiming your own. His hands trace your body outside your clothing until he gets tired of the separation and you jolt feeling his cold hands against your waist beneath your shirt. There isnât a second of stillness. Heâs constantly moving, shifting, giving, taking.Â
Youâre no better.Â
The second he kissed you it was like a flood of energy zapping each and every one of your nerves. After your lips, your arms were quickly in motion, wrapping around his neck and shoulders. Fingers threading through and tugging at his hair. He touched you and kissed you so thoroughly that despite the fact that is freezing and youâre indeed, exposed outside while your friends are just on the other side of that back door, you want more.Â
More, more, more.Â
Seungcheol does too.Â
âLetâs go,â he mumbles between your lips, still too enthralled to pull away.Â
It makes you laugh, though itâs a little delirious because heâs back to sucking and biting pretty little marks onto your neck, and you peel your eyelids open to see the fog from your breath as you speak. âItâs Seokâs birthday,â your mouth pops open with a silent gasp as he bites you again, âWe canât just leave.â
He drags himself back up and meets your eyes, grinning, âLike hell we canât. Go get in my car,â he digs his keys out of his pocket and passes them over, âIâll let the boys know weâre leaving.â
You stand there for a moment, keys in your outstretched hand, âWait!â you realize heâs already opening the door. Heâs so serious. âWhat are you going to tell them?â
He shrugs, âThat we have better things to do.â
Appalling. âSeungcheol!â
Now heâs smirking. âAlright, alright. Iâll tell them weâre leaving and going back to my place to fu-â
âSEUNGCHEOL!â
âYou donât want me to lie and you donât want me to tell the truth,â he blinks back at you, âI am not sure what you want from me, baby.â
Well. Brain melted. If heâs calling you âBabyâ he can do whatever he damn well pleases.Â
âIâll be waiting,â you laugh, quickly spinning on your heel before you drag him away and he doesnât get a chance to tell anyone youâre leaving. They probably wouldnât notice for a few hours anyway. You shake your head, hurrying your steps toward his car.Â
It feels like youâre waiting an eternity but itâs only been a few minutes and when you glance out the window heâs already hurrying back. Youâre not sure if he just caught the first person he saw and told them to pass it on or if he walked in and announced it to the entire bar but you honestly donât care. Youâre maybe fifteen minutes from the garage, Cheolâs permanent (and your home away from) home. Heâll probably make it in eight with the way he drives.Â
âIâm surprised to not find you in the driverâs seat,â he laughs, shutting the door and immediately bringing the car to life.Â
âYouâre the better driver and Iâd like to get there quickly.â
Smirking, he smoothly backs out of his parking space and peels out onto the road. âI think youâre plenty good at speeding. If your record has anything to say about it.â
You roll your eyes at him. âOk, so youâre better at speeding and not getting caught. This is why I handle the other business aspects.â
His hand slips over the middle and lands on your thigh, kneading and flexing possessively.Â
Watching you handle business has always intrigued and infuriated him. Youâve swindled awful men out of house and home - lining your crewâs pockets with all the spoils. It had always been a fine line between letting you work while recognizing how good you were at your job and trying not to strangle every dickhead who thought that fake smile you gave them was genuine. âMight have to retire you now.â
You pout in his direction knowing his moody comment is nothing more than his protective, if not slightly dominant, nature coming through. Heâs not at all serious, even if heâd like to be. âYou gonna take care of me so I donât have to work anymore?â
He grins at the suggestion. âYou know Iâll take care of you, baby. Minghao is plenty good-looking. Weâll start using him instead.â
You snort at the thought. âYouâre better off sending, Jeonghan. He's pretty, charming, and he knows exactly how to get what he wants out of anyone. Why do you think Iâm so good at it? Learned from the best.â
âYeah,â Cheol turns, the wheel smoothly gliding through his hand, âI donât typically have to worry about you stabbing or torturing anyone though.â
âTypically?â you turn in surprise, laughing, âAre you saying it has been a concern?â
He looks at you with a brow quirked. âOnce or twice,â he scoffs, âYou are way more like your brother than you realize.â
âOh? You got a thing for him too?â
He snickers in response, shaking his head. âLittle shit.â
He squeezes the meat of your thigh again and you realize heâs shifted his hand higher, his fingers spread wide, the pads biting into your jeans. âQuit flirting with me and drive faster.â
The only sound that follows is his quiet amusement and the roar of the engine.Â
Pulling into the garage, youâre feeling too charged from the quiet, electrifying tension. It makes you feel jerky, like every movement of your body takes too much effort and every surface you touch shocks your skin. Youâre already eyeing the stairs leading up to his loft but heâs taking his sweet time coming around the front of his car, waiting for the garage doors to roll back down. You want to barrel straight into him but you donât exactly trust your legs to carry you.Â
The doors close with a loud thud and he looks over at you still standing near the passenger door. âYou look nervous,â he smiles softly, making his way around the car until his hands are seated over your hips. âWe donât have to-â
âNo, no, thatâs not it,â you huff out a laugh, âI think all the anticipation made my body stop working. Everything is tingly and sharp, and I donât think I can move. Stop laughing at me!â
He canât. Seungcheol is simply beside himself. You really canât blame him. Truly, too horny and excited to walk? Thatâs got to be a new one. It certainly is for you.Â
âI can carry you, itâs fine.â
But he is still shaking with laughter and weâre talking a whole ass flight of stairs. Itâs not fine, though Cheol is already scooping you up and you're frantically trying to situate yourself on his back because that seems like the safest option and youâre already off the ground. Heâs not putting you back down until youâre both behind closed doors.Â
âOh my god,â you bury your face in his shoulder as he takes the first few steps up the stairs, âThis is such a bad idea!â
His hands are firmly seated beneath your thighs and your arms are wrapped so tightly around his shoulders that youâre not even shifting much as he carries you but itâs nerve wracking and honestly, a bit embarrassing. Heâs incredibly proud and stubborn so there really is no hope in convincing him to put you down anyway.
âStop panicking,â he laughs, now halfway up the stairs, âIâm not even struggling so your lack of faith in me is hurting my feelings. You act like youâve never seen me workout. I do it for a reason.â
âI thought the reason was just because you like to beat people up.â
He huffs in amusement, âFighting isnât fun when youâre not winning.â
âWell, you always win so you must be having a blast,â you pinch his earlobe, rolling your eyes since he canât catch you doing it.
When he reaches the landing, he digs into his pocket, unlocking the door with one hand and then kicking it shut once youâre both inside. Then he lets you slide down his back but before your feet actually hit the ground, heâs spinning around to pick you right back up. He laughs at the sound you make, quickly grabbing his shoulders and crossing your ankles at his back. Cheol flips the lock on the door and takes you into the small kitchen, setting you down on the counter.Â
âI always win when youâre watching,â he plants his hands on either side of you, leaning closer, âYou get mad at me when I donât, so, I stopped losing.â
He looks up at you with a boyish grin and you bring your hands up, lightly touching his cheeks with your finger tips. Youâve seen his soft skin mottled with bruising more times than you cared to think about. âI donât care about losing,â you murmur, lost in thought, âI just hate it when you get hurt.â
Tracing a finger over his right brow you remember that night years ago when he returned from a job with it split wide open, blood dripping down his pale face. Busted lips, fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and an awful limp. It was the first time you ever saw him soâŠbroken.
You yelled at him for getting hurt but cradled his face in your hands the whole time. While Minghao sutured it closed, you continued cursing at him and everyone else whoâd gone out that night but you never let go of his hand. When Joshua reset Cheolâs shoulder and he nearly passed out from the pain, you sobbed. For days youâd been furious with him yet you stayed over at his place for almost two solid weeks to take care of him.Â
Putting him back together with your own two hands was the only way you could convince yourself that he was okay and from then on, you accompanied him on most jobs. Anytime things got messy, heâd come out victorious, and the very few times you werenât there, he returned nearly unscathed. Bloodied knuckles at most.Â
Your fingers must have drifted down to his lips because he kisses them and it brings you back to the present. He smiles against your fingertips and you move them under his jaw, out of the way, just so you can kiss him again. Itâs soft, slow, adoring and his hands slide into place right at your lower back, his fingers pushing beneath your shirt to stroke your skin.Â
When they make contact, his fingers spread wide, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. It makes your back arch, pitching your hips forward, and leaves you sitting poised for the taking but even then he takes his time. In the back of your mind, youâre sure he can feel your heat against his groin and it must be driving him just as insane as it does you.
Despite the body heat, when he pushes your shirt up a little further with his busy hands, you shiver at how cold you still are. Itâs accompanied by a breathy little gasp that makes him pull away grinning, eyes still watching your mouth. âStill cold?â
âYeah,â you admit, âDo you ever turn the heat on in this place?â
âOnly when youâre here. I donât usually need it.â
Of course not. Big manly man.Â
âYouâre going to need it if youâre still hoping to get my clothes off.â
Cheol pays no mind to your change in tone. The one you use to nag him to death. Instead he scoops you right off the counter, starting toward his bedroom. âI can warm you up myself just fine,â he says in an equally haughty kind of way.Â
The kind of way that shuts you up because the only other thing that you could possibly manage is some pathetic giggle. He even makes a show of hanging onto to you with only one arm because heâs just so strong and you humor him with an âoh wooooowâ that makes him crack, laughing as he lets you slowly drop to the floor.
Your hand remains on his chest, nervously pinching at his shirt as you look around the room. Youâve been in here before justâŠnot for anything like this. âWhy does this feel normal and not normal at the same time,â you pause, realizing there is actually something different that you hadnât noticed right away.Â
Seungcheol letâs his hands drop away so you can walk over to his dresser to sate yourâŠcuriosity? Surprise? âYou said I needed more personal decorations around the house,â he clears his throat, watching as you carefully lift his picture frames off the furniture to examine them, âI figured pictures were personal enough.â
There is one of Cheol as a teenager standing proudly beside his first car. Another with a few members of the crew all grinning around a card table. You loosen a soft laugh remembering that night clearly. Mingyu and Hoshi shouting over the table like bansheesâŠall because Hoshi got caught cheating and blamed it on his favorite designated target.Â
You pick up one you donât recognize but smile at the familiar faces hanging out of the windows of a car you do recognize vaguely. The job details were hazy but you know you remember that car for some reason.
Seungcheol must have noticed you squinting at it because he comes over and stands behind you, pointing at the picture. âYou donât remember this one because you broke into a case of wine coolers the moment we were all home and accounted for,â he chuckles, his breath tickling your cheek, âAlmost seven years ago now.â
âI hated waiting for you guys to come home,â you pout, pointing to the picture, âWhy do I remember this car though? Itâs so familiar.â
He laughs again and this time you spin toward him like the reason he is laughing is clearly painted on his face. Itâs not but he fills in the blanks without prompting.
âJeonghan caught you in the backseat of that exact car making out with Seungkwan, of all people,â Cheol grins at your grimace âWe hauled you both off to bed, tucked you in, and agreed not to tell a soul. I honestly donât think he knows about it either. You guys were wasted.â
âI definitely do not remember doing that but I did oddly stop drinking wine coolers not long after that night,â you sigh, tucking away the embarrassing story to kick your self over later.
âGuilty subconscious?âÂ
Shrugging off your jacket you give him a fake laugh which eventually morphs into a grin. âWere you jealous back then?â
He takes your lead, removing his clothes one piece at a time. âI was always jealous,â he admits and you let yourself stop to watch as he grabs at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. It leaves him only in his jeans, belt already unbuckled.Â
Youâre the opposite, jeans kicked to the side, but your hands rest on your shirt, too busy looking at Seungcheol to force yourself to keep moving. Heâs no better, eyes glued to your hips, to your underwear, your legs, and then his eyes bounce back up to your face, finally noticing the way youâre looking at him.
He takes a slow step forward and then another.
âIâm not perfect,â he cautions, another step closer, âIâm stubborn and jealous,â one more step until youâre touching, âI donât like sharing. If one of the guys flirts with you, even as a joke, Iâll probably rip their head off. Might happen more than once but Iâll get over it eventually, I promise.â
âHmm,â you smirk as he stops so closely you can feel the heat coming of his body, âA little sensitive?â
âMaybe.â His smile is so pretty and disarming because now his hands are on you, palms rubbing circles into your hips before sliding back and down over your ass. âYouâve been chipping away at my self control for over a decade and now youâre half-naked in my bedroom. Iâve hit my breaking point, baby. Iâm going to be selfish with you.â
You shift just enough to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it in the general direction of your pants, and settle your arms around his shoulders. âI think itâs only fair because I have always been selfish with you and iâll be so much worse now,â you grin and he letâs out a heavy, husky chuckle, tightening his thick arms around you, âIâm going to be a menace.â
âI like the sound of that.â
âIâm still cold.â
Then heâs kissing you again, your hands quickly moving from his shoulders to his waist, pushing his jeans as low as you can before heâs forced to part and pull them the rest of the way off, laughing and stumbling with you toward the bed. You land first, quickly shuffling under the comforter for warmth and heâs right behind you, rolling you onto your back to cover you with his body. Itâs an added layer of heat and you wiggle beneath him when his thigh pushes between your legs.Â
Seungcheol wants everything all at once and hates having to choose but loves knowing heâll get the opportunity to do it all in good time. For now, he canât seem to keep away from your lips, canât stop the noises he makes everytime you tug at his hair or scrape your nails against his back and he hopes to god they leave bright red scratches in their wake.Â
He wants to watch you get shy and embarrassed when he works out with them on full display. His ego is a beast and itâs going to be riding a high for a while.
When you push up against him, he gives you a little space to quickly undo your bra before itâs tossed to the floor and heâs slipping a little lower, his face pressed against your soft, warm chest. His mouth dances from one breast to the other and you moan into the open air of his bedroom, one of your hands still rubbing his back, smoothing over his muscles mindlessly. His perfect teeth graze your nipples and you grind down against his thigh.Â
He pushes it higher and repeats the action over and over until youâre steadily working yourself up and then he shifts, taking that relief away from you. Your eyes pop open in surprise but he kisses you again before you can speak and his right hand slides into your panties, wet and uncomfortably cool against your folds now that his thigh is gone.Â
He doesnât waste time, running his middle and ring finger up and down until theyâre so slick-coated that there is hardly any resistance when he slips them inside you, stroking up against that spot that has you arching your back off the bed. Itâs almost cruel how quickly he gets you there and even worse that he hardly touches your clit before you come, stars flashing behind your eyes.Â
Seungcheol kisses your face through it, whispering sweet, filthy praises against your skin. Thatâs my girl, youâre so fucking good for me, baby. Sound so pretty right now, wanna hear you say my name just like that.
Itâs a miracle you donât come again the second he pushes into you because he doesnât stop talking unless his mouth is occupied and heâs too good at multitasking. The only time you get a break from his wicked words is when heâs bottoming out and your ears are ringing so loudly that you canât even hear him anymore. He must realize it too because his mouth was moving and now, heâs just grinning, eyes trained on your lips when he draws his hips back a little and pushes back in.Â
His pace varies because he likes watching the breath get caught in your throat, breaking up the gorgeous sounds spilling from your lips. For all the taunting and talking heâs done, heâs just as worked up as you are and suddenly sits up on his knees which changes the angle. He spreads your thighs further apart, almost crudely, and props your ass a bit higher. At first, he wraps his hands around your thighs for leverage, digging his fingers into your skin but itâs not enough, he needs more.Â
When he moves his hands to either side of your waist, he locks in the perfect position to go as deep as possible and the sounds you begin making are far more desperate, the pitch swinging higher and higher until heâs moaning and panting, driving into you faster and harder than before. You know youâre going to come again, and fast, so when your eyes meets his, and he purses his lips, letting spit drop from his plump lips onto your clit, he doesnât have to tell you aloud what to do.Â
You bring your own hand down, rubbing yourself until your limbs start twitching. Your breaths are so shallow and ragged, your fingertips messily bumping against the base of his cock where he plunges in and out of your cunt recklessly. He looks just as far gone as you do but the second your eyes meet, he smirks and itâs your absolute undoing.Â
When you orgasm for the second time itâs so intense that all of your muscles lock up aside from your legs which shake uncontrollably and Seungcheol groans, hips stuttering when he feels the overabundance over warm liquid spilling out around his cock, splashing against his groin and stomach, dripping onto the bed. He stills, filling you so completely full that you canât even breath without adding to the mess youâve both created.Â
It takes several long minutes of heavy panting and blinking to get your heads on straight and he still doesnât pull out. Not even when he slumps down against you, grinning and kissing you lazily. Heâs doesnât give a single fuck about the mess, even going to so far as pumping his hips a few times, laughing when you hide your face under your arm at the lewd sounds echoing through the room.Â
Itâs playful at first, those half-hearted thrusts, but then his kisses turn into little nips, his mouth starts spilling those dirty words in your ear and itâs not long until you can feel him getting hard inside of you again, having never pulled out in the first place. He keeps fucking into you slowly, swallowing the sound of your whining, revelling in the way your nails no longer just rake over his skin but painfully dig into it over his shoulder blades.Â
He doesnât stop. Doesnât speed up. Doesnât give you the chance to wiggle away from him when the sharp tingling of overstimulation bleeds into, âOh, fuck, Cheol, Iâm gonna come againâŠfuckâŠâ
And you do until tears stream down your face and he pulls out, flips you over, and puts it right back in, fucking you brutally until heâs moaning and cumming, and youâre nearly ready to pass out in the bed youâve both absolutely ruined. You hear him speaking but canât make out the words and then maybe your eyes close because youâre sated and exhausted.Â
It doesnât last long though because Seungcheol is attempting to drag you from sleep because he needs to clean you both up and change the sheets before anyone crashes for the night but youâre not budging.Â
Until you feel the sensation of thick fingers pushing into your cunt and you mumble aloud, âAbsolutely noâŠstraight to jail.â
Seungcheol laughs at you having not even moved when you said it and removes his hand. âI tried waking you up nicely and you kept ignoring me. Besides, itâs all starting to spill out and I like seeing you full. If you keep laying here Iâm going to end up fucking it all back in and giving you more.â
Rolling onto your back takes an incredible amount of willpower and Cheolâs helping hands because your hips are stiff as all hell. Heâs patient, not pushing beyond your limits even though youâre sure he could go a few more rounds without tiring in the least. Affection swirls in your chest and it takes him by surprise when you reach a hand up and around his neck to pull him down to your lips.Â
HIs body relaxes into the bed, pressing his weight more firmly into the mattress to keep the pressure light where it covers your own. He kisses you tenderly, his hands moving softly and slowly over your skin, and your mind is emptied of all but the feel of him. Itâs overwhelming, how deeply attuned you are to one another and yet your body continues to demand more.Â
Your kiss is broken off in a choked moan, Seungcheolâs, when your hand snakes between your bodies. He drops his forehead to yours, taking in a deep, shaky breath when you rub the head of his cock into the mess between your folds. âAgain?â he questions, even as his hips push forward of their own accord.Â
âAgainâŠâ you breathe out, tipping your face up to catch his bottom lip with a gentle nip, â..and again, and again, and agai-â
The delirious smile on your face drops open as he pushes back inside. Your tight, swollen cunt aches with the intrusion but each shockwave that pulses through you is laced with pointed pleasure. The effort to keep his pace even and gentle is difficult but Cheol finds very quickly that there is something incredibly arrousing about slow, deep, intimate fucking.Â
Heâs never experienced anything like it because heâs never had you.Â
Yet here you are beneath him, clawing at his back and shoulders, moaning against his throat, and he knows it will only ever be like this with you. He knew he was ruined for all others years ago but in this moment he fully understands the weight of it.Â
Seungcheol will never want anyone but you.
And when you unravel together again, you look into his eyes and know it too.
The next morning it takes an unprecidented amount of effort to wake up.
Your body aches and joints pop in too many places when you stretch your limbs as if youâve been asleep for years and not mere hours. Itâs easy to pinpoint the loss of warmth at your side, Seungcheol hardly ever sleeps in and itâs evident by the smell of fresh coffee wafting in through the open bedroom door.Â
Slipping into the shirt heâd left you and your jeans from last night, you wander in and out of the bathroom and head straight to the kitchen. Cheol knows you donât drink coffee but you do love the smell of it so the sight of a full, almost untouched pot makes you laugh. His mug sits abandoned in the sink so you rinse it out and refill it, carefully balancing the full cup in your hands as you leave his apartment and head down the stairs into the garage.Â
Joshua is the first person you find, unsurprising as he never seems to get hungover no matter how much he drinks the night before. Heâs sitting at one of the work tables pouring over a set of blue prints for a new job when you walk by, chuckling and swatting away your hand when you ruffle his hair. âMorning Joshie.â He waves over his shoulder as you keep walking.
Itâs relatively quiet in the garage for a Saturday morning but most of your crew is probably passed out from the evening prior. You would have stayed in bed longer too if someone wasnât missing from it - someone you still havenât found. Instead, you happen upon Jeonghan and Mingyu working on an engineâŠyou thinkâŠagain, not your expertise.Â
âWell, well, well,â Jeonghan drawls as he catches you approaching from the corner of his eye, âIf itâs not my darling little sister,â he grins and leans over to kiss your cheek when you stop in front of him, âWhatever are you doing here, in the garage, smelling like sex and coffee, so early on this delightful Saturday morning?â
You give your brother a deadpan stare and Mingyu snickers behind him.Â
âWhereâs Cheol?â
âBringing in another delivery with Jun in the back,â Mingyu mumbles half-way under the hood with tools in hand, âShould be finishing up soon.â
Jeonghan leans against the car and crosses his arms. âIs this an official thing?â
You know heâs only asking because he loves you both so deeply that if there were any chance of it being a fling where feelings are inevitably going to be trampled, heâs putting an end to it immediately. Heâs so fiercely protective that heâd step in to protect you from yourselves without hesitation.
âThat man would have to be thirty feet deep in the ground to leave me.â
âIsnât the saying âsix-feet deepâ?â Mingyu laughs, still focusing on his task.
âI said what I said and honestly thirty-feet still might not be enough - youâll probably have to bury me with him.â
Jeonghan relaxes, shrugging off the tension in his body with a loose laugh. âGood to know,â he grins, eyes soft and gentle once more, âI always knew youâd end up together once you both gave up the worldâs most stubborn ass competition.â
Heâs not wrong. Who knew a little communication could go a long way? Certainly not you and Cheol.
Two cars pull up outside the open garage door across the way and you wiggle your fingers in greeting when Vernon, Hoshi, Wonwoo and Jihoon all pop out looking absolutely exhausted. You turn and set Cheolâs mug down on the counter behind you and pull out a stool to take a seat and hang out.Â
âWonwoo wouldnât let us stop for breakfast please tell me there are still leftovers from lunch in the fridge,â Hoshi complains loudly. He absolutely still looks a little drunk.
Jihoon shoves him to the side and makes a beeline for the fridge around the corner, the two of them cursing and bickering as they go. Wonwoo and Vernon pull up a stool next to you and now youâre feeling a little guilty for only bringing one mug down.Â
âWhereâs Cheol?â Wonwoo asks, pushing his glasses up and shaking out his messy hair.
Jeonghan tosses a thumb in his direction, âDelivery.â
Wonwoo nods and Vernon taps your shoulder. âHey, youâre here kinda early. Where did you go last night? Lost you at some point.â
Your cheeks heat. There are some of the guys you make crude jokes with and some you donât - both Vernon and Wonwoo being on one side while Mingyu and Jeonghan are on the opposite. âOh, I uhhh-â
âNotice anyone else missing last night?â
âJeonghan-â
Vernonâs brows pinch together in thought. Mingyu stands up, setting down his tools before wiping his hands on his pants. âYou know,â he grins, âGuy who lives in a garage, goofy laugh, kinda meanâŠâ
Wonwoo breaks out in hysterics and Vernonâs grin is entirely visible though youâre sure he is trying to make it disappear when he says, âOh! Oh okayâŠyeahâŠthat makes sense. So, youâre likeâŠyeah?â
You snort in response nodding your head. âMhm, weâre like yeah.â
âWhoâs like what?â Hoshi says around a mouthful, coming up to join you with Jihoon stomping past him empty-handed to go help Joshua.Â
âHer and Cheol finally got together,â Wonwoo supplies and Hoshiâs eyes light up.
âOh my god!!! Thatâs so exciting!â he dances over and drops his food on the counter, which Mingyu picks up to polish off while heâs distracted. Hoshi wraps you in a bear hug you try to fight off and then youâre up and out of your chair being squeezed and swung around, âThis is such great news!!!â
Thwap.
Hoshi blinks and you slide to the floor. When he touches the back of his head, itâs wet and he turns to find a rag on the ground. It takes less than two seconds to figure out who threw it because itâs Seungcheolâs thundering voice that calls out, âPut her down and get to work, asshole.â
âAsshole?â Hoshi mutters, kicking the rag, âIâm the asshole?â
Jeonghan rolls his eyes, âOh, heâs going to be unbearable,â he smacks your arm lightly, âHey, do us all a favor. Take him back upstairs and tie him up or something would ya?â
âInappropriate,â you snort just before big familiar arms wrap around you from behind.Â
âMorning baby,â he breathes against your hair before heâs planting a hot kiss on the side of your neck, âSleep well?â
Everyone very quickly finds a way to mind their own business.Â
âSlept just fine,â you smile, turning your head to kiss him properly. âNow apologize to Hoshi, you beast.â
He sighs, dropping his head dramatically against your shoulder. âHoshi!â he shouts across the way, âIâm sorry. Order breakfast for everyone on me.â
âAll is forgiven, bro!â Hoshi salutes him in response and the others start gathering to make their requests. Food fixes almost anything in this house.
Cheol laughs and kisses your hair. âHappy?â
âVery,â you hum, turning in his arms, âBrought you coffee but it might be cold by now.â
âThat was nice of you.â Now that youâre finally getting a good look at him you see heâs wearing the dark blue cargo pant, white tank top combo that drives you fucking insane. Youâll sit for literal hours on end just to watch him work on the cars in that exact outfit. Even better when heâs got oil smatterings here and there. The thick leather gloves he sometimes has hanging out of his back posket when not in use.Â
Mechanic Seungcheol is one of your favorite fantasies sprung to life.
âI wasnât doing it out of the kindness of my own heart,â you retort, âI was trying to get something out of you in return.â
âOh?â he smirks, âLike what?â
âKiiiinda hoping Iâd get you back upstairs for a few favors.â
His hands slide along your arms until heâs managed to bring them up and around his neck and then heâs got you caged in, clasping his own low on your back. âIâm sure we can make time for that,â he mumbles along the seam of your lips, brazenly, and very openly making out with you in the next breath like there arenât several people in the garage along with you.
âMAKE IT QUICK. WEâVE GOT SHIT TO DO.â
Cheol tosses up a middle finger in Jeonghanâs general direction and shouts back, âWell, Iâve got your sister to do and thatâs more important. Work can wait.â Your mouth pops open in amusement and he takes advantage of your distraction to hoist you up into his arms, making his way toward the stairs to his apartment again. When he speaks again, itâs only loud enough for you, âI think Iâve got just enough time to fuck you over the kitchen counter and make a fresh pot of coffee before I have to come back down, whoop your brotherâs ass, and get back to work.â
âYour time management skills are-â you cling onto him a little tighter as he starts up the steps, â- very impressive.â
âYou should see my oral presentation skills.â
With that in mind, you lean over his shoulder and shout down, âYOU CAN HAVE HIM BACK IN AN HOUR.â
âAN HOUR?!â Jeonghan hollers back, absolutely exasperated because he knows this is going to be an ongoing battle for months if not years on end. âWHAT PART OF WE GOT SHIT TO DO DID YOU TWO NOT UNDERSTAND?â
Cheol sighs and puts you down to open the door, hanging over the railing with a flat look on his face. âIâll rip the transmission out of your car with my bare hands and toss it into the river if you open this door.â
Jeonghan scoffs but Cheol grins and cuts him off, âAnd then iâll take the knife in your glovebox and split open every individual stitch in the interior.â
Those are serious fighting words between car guys. You think.
Jeonghan narrows his eyes and then huffs, hands on his hips. âYou guys are the worst.â
Cheol blows your brother a kiss as you drag him inside and you can catch a hint of amusement on Jeonghanâs face just before you seal yourselves inside.Â
Youâre okay with being the worst, so is Seungcheol.Â
Maybe being a couple of lowlifes isnât such a bad thing after all.
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