IMPURE, GETOU & GOJO.

DAY, night, or midnight. His eyes are always on you. The new neighbor on the street who caught your attention the moment he stepped out of his all black Chevy Camaro. Coming over and greeting him with a slice of chocolate cake and warm smiles from you and your husband. He found you enticing, the man introducing himself as Getou, dauntingly sleek midnight hair cascading down his back, eyeing the veins in his arm he stretched out to give your husband a firm hand shake. He towers over you making you feel small, swallowing every time he side-eyed you while talking to your husband. Every day he greets you with a wave of his rough hand and a smile. He's usually always wearing dark jeans and a white tank that's painted with dirt from his hands since he fixes cars daily. He's no stalker, but he can't grasp this fixation on you. Once he becomes obsessed with something, he has to have it. No matter the consequences.

It's shameful the way you reciprocate your actions, coming over to offer him something to eat, laughing too hard at something he says that's not even funny, biting your lip, losing yourself in impure thoughts without your husband in sight. It's like your cheating, but you aren't, not necessarily. Getou doesn't give two fucks who you're with, he wants what he wants. He's fond of your generosity even though it's obvious you picture his face between your legs every now and then. He loves to ask how your day is going, listening well to anything you had to say.

He's fresh out of college. Found a new home in this quiet neighborhood far away from his family to dissociate from the drama. He sells cars left to right, always seeing him talk with new people in his driveway every week, a new vehicle parked each time. He's even sold a motorcycle to your husband, Gojo, unable to stop glaring at the polished monstrosity. Getou’s laugh was deep, almost scary as he witnessed your terrified expression when Gojo wrote him a check. You remember him touching your shoulder, leaning down by your ear, instantly making your entire demeanor shift as you hugged yourself tightly, his minty breath grazing your skin as he consoled you, telling you everything would be okay, and that he's sure Gojo wouldn't be reckless with it.

From that day, he haunted your dreams. It's like he purposely makes encounters with you so he's deeply embedded into your mind. And fuck, did it work. Wrongfully, you dreamt of him multiple times, all always ending up with him fucking you raw on Gojo’s motorcycle, the back seat of his Camaro, or your kitchen counter where he caught you gawking at him as you diced onions and slit the tip of your finger, bringing it towards your plump lips and sucking the blood off while keeping your eyes on him. These daydreams, and dreams, needed to end. You were ashamed of yourself for thinking so wickedly knowing you were with another man.

Another thing that truly didn't help was how open his home was. Ironically, his bedroom window faced your own, allowing you to see, well, everything. Clearly, he wasn't one for privacy, having zero curtains in sight allowing anyone to see his decor, what he's watching on tv or who he brings into his bed at midnight. One time while you were painting your toes on the chaise, you saw him dripping wet with a white towel wrapped loosely around his slim waist, damp hair sitting on his back as he brushed his teeth with a woman laying on his bed flicking through a Vogue catalogue. You made sure to hide yourself so he wouldn't notice. The woman, completely naked, crawls on the bed towards him, Getou glaring down at her as she traced her fingers over his chiseled chest, slowly pulling the towel off his body and taking his cock into her mouth.

The arousal that pooled between your legs as you watched him get head from another woman was sinful. The way he thrusted his hips and tossed his head back while still brushing his teeth, reaching over to spank the woman's ass and fondle her skin with both hands, clenching his teeth to hold his toothbrush still, cock deep inside her throat. It's was too much for you to endure. The water from his hair dropped onto her back, dipping two of his fingers into her slick pussy. You had to hold back from touching yourself, surely wanting to. Luckily, Gojo came home just in time.

Stumbling up the stairs clinging to your husband drunkenly, he laughs into your neck he kisses, calloused hands groping your body, keeping you close so neither of you fall. Once you make it to your bedroom, you're already thrown onto the bed, giggling and kicking off your heels. You pout as he stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a tent in his pants and drunken eyes. You struggle to pull down the leather pants clinging to your thighs, mumbling 'help me' while tracing your toes up his arm, gasping when he hooks his hands around your ankles and drags you closer, body heat encasing your own as you arch into him, Gojo grabbing your face before sucking on your lips, tasting the alcohol the two of you consumed a few minutes ago.

Today was your birthday, and Gojo made sure it was one of your best. Waking you up, firstly, with toe-curling head until you came twice. Fixing up a fancy omelette and chopped fruits for breakfast, balloons and gifts sitting prettily on the living room couch. The two of you relaxed in the bubbling jacuzzi filled with roses as you sipped champagne and he gave you a massage. As dinner time rolled around, he took you out to a fancy restaurant on a private yacht where you equally got tipsy. Every year you're grateful for how much he does for you.

Heat fills your face as Gojo has you spread open for him, sitting up on your elbows as you weakly stare down at him, eyes rolling back while he devours your pussy, tonging your clit, your slick coating his moving chin the more he buries his face in. His cock is in his hand, stroking while listening to your lewd sounds that makes him practically grind against the bed. You shift your hips onto his face, gripping the sheets and crying out his name. He knows how fast you can come from his mouth, so he stops, wanting your pleasure to prolong. Catching your breath, you sit up, fingers wrapping around his length, ready to suck him off until he clutches your hair and stops you, pulling your head back so you're staring straight into those killer ocean blue irises.

"No, no, no. Just wanna be inside you, sweetheart," he sighs, blood rushing through his cock uncomfortably, desperate to stuff you full right now. You're not stunned by his roughness, Gojo pushing you down and flipping you over so you're on your stomach, raising your ass high, fisting his cock and rubbing the heated tip over your clit to collect what you give him. His favorite gift of all. "Tonight's about you. Be a good girl and just lay there."

Mind fuzzy, you're barely aware of the fact that the curtains to your bedroom are pulled open. That same window that faced Getou’s is open for display for him to see, and for you too into his. It doesn't register with you to say anything to Gojo, because the instant he shoves his cock into you, crossing your arms behind your back and fucking you hard into the mattress, that's when your mind goes blank, and Getou appears. He's walking around his room, shirtless, only wearing black sweats as he drank a glass of red wine while reading a novel, making his way over to the couch he had a few feet from his bed that faces his window—and yours.

"Gojo," your voice is strained, whining the deeper he drives into you, hitting against that spot that inevitably had your eyes crossing. In a way, you were trying to warn him of the lack of privacy, when really you were worried about Getou seeing you in this state, or being able to see him in fear of him being the cause of your orgasm. You choke on your own saliva, drooling onto the silver silk sheets that made your skin hot while listening to your husband moan behind you, hips clapping harshly against your ass. "Ooh, shit. Gojo."

"Yea, baby. Give it all to me," your thighs tremble as you feel his lips kiss up your spine, pussy clamping around him tighter, your juices pouring down your inner thighs and stomach, Gojo grounding his cock to make you feel every ridge of him, spanking you like you love, whispering to you, letting you know how good you make him feel. How your pussy belonged to him. How pretty you looked taking his dick right now. Wanting you to cum as much as you want, all night, because he's not stopping.

And Getou witnessed it all. To say he's surprised to see you getting fucked by your husband would be bullshit. You two looked like you had a lot of sex. Plus, he's seen this image before, last week in your kitchen where Gojo had your legs locked around his neck as you rode his face and clawed at his hair. How badly he wished to hear those pretty whimpers fall from your soft lips. Seeing your face contort in pleasure, legs shaking and back arching as your pretty pussy drenched the countertop you sat on, sitting in your own filth. He never wanted to be a countertop so bad. Watching the two of you now was an even better sight, dick jumping in his sweats as he took a seat at his couch, drinking in every face you make.

Did you want him to see you? Or did you really forget to close your curtain before you left the house all dolled up? Getou tilts his head to the side, book tossed aside as he spreads his legs while his arm is thrown around the back of the couch, strands of hair tucked behind his ear. That cute matcha green corset he saw you wear earlier still clung to your smooth skin, making you sparkle like a fairy. Your eye makeup matched, by now smearing along with the mascara trickling down your face as you cried the harder you got fucked. There's no more self-control within him. He's been holding back ever since that day, calling up that random girl that somewhat resembled you just to release frustration. He's aware of you catching him that day, smirking when you hid behind your curtains after your husband came home.

You want him. He wants you, so fucking bad it aches. Seeing you so fucked out, helpless as Gojo clutches your neck and chokes you, studying his lip movements to figure out what he was saying to you that had your pussy fluttering, nails scratching at the fabric beneath you after he let your arms go, body completely flat on the bed, his weight entirely on you as he laid his chest on your back, stuffing his fingers in your mouth while he repeatedly whispered 'take it, baby. take it. take it.'

Opening your eyes, you blink them to try and clear your visions path, lucidly gazing at Getou who now has his hand around his cock, clit throbbing as you see the trail of spit falling from his mouth straight onto his dick, hand collecting it and dragging it along, licking his lips. His eyes are dark, burning into you, learning you, craving you. The ball in his throat jumps as he throws his head back momentarily, needing to maintain his fixation on you in order to bring himself on edge. Your teeth digs into your lips, Getou mouthing words that you can somehow hear perfectly clear, feeling him by your face as he says, 'can't wait to fuck you, pretty girl.'

"Fuck, G—”

"Getou?" Gojo finishes, your heart thumping in your chest. Fuck. He noticed. It's hard not to when your window is an open show for anyone walking down the street. His platinum silver hair dangles over your eyes as he chuckles at you, shaking his head. He caught on a minute ago, already seeing you stare too long at something that wasn't him. "You little slut. You like being fucked like a dirty—little—whore while a stranger watches you?"

You're not sure if he's angry about it or just teasing you. When he grabs your face and pulls you up to sit on your knees along with him, he turns your bodies so you're in the direction of Getou, the three of you all making contact. Getou never stops, groaning low in his throat as he worked his hand faster, thumb slicking over the tip every now and then as Gojo laughs by your ear, untying your bustier to let him see more of you. You squeal as Gojo slaps your tits, once, twice. Fondling the supple skin in his hand.

"Knew you wanted to fuck him all this time," he hums, gathering your hair and clenching it in his fist to bring your head back to rest on his shoulder. "Give him a good show, princess. Show me how you'd fuck him if he were in here right now."

"I love you," you whimper, feeling the tears well even more. It sounds like an apology when it comes out. Gojo clicks his tongue.

"And I love you," he gives your lips a chaste kiss. "Don't be ashamed of what arouses you. Just remember, at the end of the day, this is my fucking pussy. Understand?"

"Mhm-hmm," you nod frantically, sighing with relief, Gojo keeping his hand around your throat while you hook your arm behind his neck, your free hand at his thigh as you clap your ass back onto him, signaling to Getou exactly what you wanted to do to him, Gojo syncing groans with you, hissing between your neck and letting you do as you pleased. "Your fuckin' pussy."

"My fuckin' pussy," Gojo repeats within a grunt, moving his hips quicker with yours. "Want me to share it with Getou? Would you like that, baby? Be used like a slut by the both of us?"

More than anything. "Yes, please baby. Wanna get fucked by him too," you pout, batting your lashes innocently, mouth dropping and gasping as he clenched his jaw and reached between your legs to rub at your clit, pounding his cock into you, forgetting your lead in this. A glint in Gojo’s eyes let's you know that he's skeptical about it. He's not the sharing type, but if his babygirl wanted something, especially for her birthday, he'd allow it.

Gojo makes contact with Getou again, the man half spent as he neared his orgasm, this glorious sight of you fucking with his head. Gojo understands, course he fucking does. You'd make any man worship you. Body of a goddess, gorgeous smile, well mannered—outside of bed. The wettest, tightest pussy ever. That's why he was first in line. That's why you wear that ring on your finger to this day as a reminder that you're carrying his scent, his name, his loyalties. You're his. You're a handful, and your pleasures are surely his most important task to take care of. So, if you wanted to be handled by another man tonight, while still wearing his ring, you could. Your wants and needs are his desires.

"After you cum for me first," Gojo gnaws at your neck, giving you only a few more rough, shallow thrusts before you scream his name and fall forward, cumming and shaking as Gojo holds you tight, kissing you and telling him you did such a good job.

Not even three minutes pass before the doorbell rings, your heart stopping as you whip your head up to look at the window, Getou long gone. Gojo hums deep in his throat, spanking your ass and sliding out of you, still fully erect, finding some nearby sweatpants and slipping into them, never turning back to give you a look. You curl into your own body, scared of what was going to play out, but all at once excited.

Gojo pulls open the door to see the dark-haired man before him, leaning forward with his arm raised high, hand still on the door as Getou ups his chin.

"She's upstairs. I'm sure you knew that."

Returning to Roots || Masterlist

Returning to Roots || Choi San - Series

Pairing: Choi San x Reader; Jeong Yunho x Reader (Platonic)

AU: Highschool au; Beach au; Surfer au; Non-idol au; Strangers to Lovers au

Rating: pg17

Genre: Angst; Fluff; Smut | Coming of Age

General Warnings: Foul Language; Nudity (sexual + nonsexual); Highly Suggestive; Smut (vanilla, exhibitionism, thigh riding, choking, etc..); Teenage Pregnancy (mentioned); People doing stupid things for stupid reasons

Estimated WC: 2k-10k per part

Release Date: 14 February, 2021 - Whenever the series finishes

A/N: I kind of got this idea from watching Gilmore Girls and Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life. It won’t be very obvious how it fits in at first, but I promise that if you’ve watched the show, you’ll catch the part(s) that were inspiration. Also, I def use my own experiences in this. Most of the locations are based off of places that I’ve been to, and a good handful of events are based off of things that I’ve experienced.

Taglist: @multidreams-and-desires ; @itsapapisongo ; @cometoceantrenches ; Send an ask to be added to this taglist!

↳ “You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. Do the thing you think you cannot do.” - Eleanor Roosevelt.

Choi San was forced to move to the city with his father after his parents split up while he as a young child. All new city, all new school, all new friends - it was difficult on the boy, though he was able to make it through with the help of Jung Wooyoung, Park Seonghwa, and Kim Hongjoong.

Now, as a senior in high school preparing to graduate, his parents have decided to have him move in with his mother and, subsequently, move back to the small beach town he grew up in. He finds it strange when he has to relearn the layout of the town, as well as having to relearn everything about former friends, who have all changed: Choi Jongho, Song Mingi, Kang Yeosang, and Jeong Yunho. And while San remembers the entirety of his childhood in the small town, he doesn’t remember you - someone that Yunho is very protective of.

As San’s forced to navigate the messy return to his roots - including ensuring that his friends from both parts of his life get along and attempting to define his strange relationship with you - he learns that, as long as you all stay together, he’ll be able to jump over the rough waves.

- Chapter titles and synopses under break -

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glilboy

3 years ago

“ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ sʟᴜᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?“

now playing: no budget, by kid ink

now reading: in charge, featuring diluc

description: after getting frustrated with your antics, diluc finally teaches you who's really in charge

contents: nsfw. rough sex. spanking. degrading. cervix fucking. unprotected sex. blowjob. afab reader. gagging. slight mention of exhibitionism. manhandling. overstimulation. cumming inside.

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it was not often that diluc got angry. despite his vision, hotheaded is the last thing he is.

he's calm. rational. precise.

so why is it that you have to make him mad? why do you go out of your way to tease him? why do you insist on making him lose his temper?

why do you flirt with kaeya at the bar? trailing a finger down his arm, giggling at his horrid jokes, leaning in close to whisper something in his ear.

why do you only wear a thin, oversized t-shirt around the manner? one that allows your nipples to peak through, and rides up to show your bare cunt to anyone that passes by when you bend over.

why do you insist on sucking him off under the desk of his office when he needs to finish his paperworks?

a husky, shaky groan reverberated around the walls of diluc's office. momentarily, he wondered if anyone outside heard him, but those thoughts were drowned out as you ran your tounge over the tip of his cock again, eliciting yet another grunt.

you smiled as you allowed him into your mouth once more, bobbing your head up and down as your tounge worked alongside his veins.

diluc's grip in your hair tightened, his hips started to thrust up on their accord. telltale signs he was about to cum.

"y-you... you're a fucking slut. you know that?"

you pulled away from his cock to reply, bringing your hand up to stroke him as a replacement.

"i know. but i'm your slut, aren't i?"

another shuttered moan as your plush lips swallowed around him again.

he wish he could control himself around you. but you always seem to find a way to tempt him. to somehow make him do things he'd thought he never would.

diluc's hair was messy. his face red and eyes blown black. sweat dribbled down his forehead. he needed to cum inside you, not just in your mouth.

"get up here. now."

diluc removed his hands from your hair to allow to you to stand. a sly smirk still on your disgustingly pretty face. a smirk he wanted to wipe off.

you always thought you were in charge. that you could do whatever you pleased. not today.

"turn around. bend over the desk."

"oh? feeling bossy today, hm?"

archons. your voice was so condescending. dripping with arrogance and snottiness. he could feel the blood bubbling in his veins.

why couldn't you ever just obey him?

you decided to ignore his command, instead opting to crawl onto his lip and nip at his neck.

not a minute later you felt rough hands at your waist. hoisting you into the air before slamming you down onto the desk you were just under.

a whimper of shock and pain slipped through your lips.

diluc was the only thing you could see or feel. his arms caged on either side of you and his face only centimeters above yours. his warmth leaked through his clothes, and you weren't sure if it was from arousal or anger, or if he was just always this temperature and you hadn't noticed before.

"you're such a fucking brat."

had he ever spoken to you with so much disdain in his voice before?

you didn't have time to process much before you found yourself flipped over. a squeak left you as your skirt was flipped up. exposing your bare cunt to diluc and the air.

"of course you're not wearing anything under. what more should i expect from a whore like you?"

a sudden sting of pain. a loud squeal from your lips. a red handprint on your ass.

you would be lying if you said you weren't turned on. diluc had always seen so soft to you. so gentle and caring and letting. you really like this side of him, you think.

with every hit your chest rubbed against the smooth wood table and your ass stung, making you sigh and mewl at the stimulation your tits and cunt were getting. your hands coming up to grip at the edge of the table.

with every hit your pussy drooled a bit more, allowing diluc to see just how much pleasure you derived from what was supposed to be a punishment.

"w-why you stop?"

your question was quickly answered when diluc slid himself inside you.

he was big. you both knew that. that's why he always allowed you time to get used to his size. but not this time.

this time he wanted to break you. to have you sobbing his name begging him to stop.

tears prickled your eyes. the stretch stung but he allowed you no reprieve. already fucking you as hard as he could. you could feel the tip hit your cervix everytime he slid in. his hips smacking into yours audibly with every thrust.

you felt so full. you could feel him in your guts. you could feel him dragging against every inch of you. your slick walls allowing him to easily slip in and out.

moans and non-sense jumbles poured nonstop out of you.

"ohmyfuck, diluc ah~!"

"ar-archons above!"

"hah, ah, hrng!"

"we just started and i've already fucked you dumb? how pathetic. moan louder why don't you? maybe the whole bar will come to check up on you. that's what you would like, right? fucking slut."

you had barely half a mind to register his words but they still slightly stung before they were drowned out but the pleasure again. diluc's hips now angled to directly hit your soft spot each time.

the knot in your stomach snaps. sending a spurt of your juices out to soak diluc's abdomen. making your toes curl and eyebrows furrow. making you howl and mewl even louder.

"gods, you never shut the fuck up, do you?"

one of diluc's hand left their place on your waist to reach up to your face. his fingers shoving themselves inside your mouth. placing themselves on your tounge and pushing back until you gagged on them. effectively muffling your moans but making drool pool from your mouth.

his grip on your hip was still bruising, pace still brutal and making you so, so overstimulated.

"diiphlic! shlo dow!" your voice came out smothered but he still understood what you meant to say, not that he cared at all what you wanted anymore.

as much of a brat that you were he was still addicted to your cunt. tight and wet and wrapped around him so perfectly. he could fuck this cunt for the rest of his life, he thinks.

your oversensitive pussy was clamping down on his at a constant rate. trying to push him out and stop his relentless abuse. but really it only made him want to use you more.

"just a stupid cocksleeve now, aren't ya?" he felt powerful. after all the times you teased or irritated him, he could finally get his payback.

your pussy was sore. your legs were getting numb and you weren't sure how much more you could take. but gods if you weren't enjoying every single second of it. the thought of being used as nothing more than a toy made your brain go haywire. but not as much as diluc's fat cock violating your cunt did.

you came again to the thought of what the scene must have looked like. you drooling on diluc's fingers and bent over the desk. hair a mess and skirt exposing you to anyone who would be foolish enough to open the door despite the vulgar noises floating into the air. diluc ramming into you like a madman, fucking you like he fucking loathes you.

diluc released into you with a shaky stutter. hips stilling as his hot cum seeped into your womb.

deep, heavy breathes rose into the air from both of you. bodies thoroughly exhausted from the rough fucking that had just occurred.

diluc pulled out and watched as your pussy released thick globs of cum out to pool on the floor.

you shifted and sat up from your position, sitting on his desk in front of him with a satisfied hum.

"lost your temper, huh?"

"shut the fuck up."

special tag: @bunbyy hope you enjoy babe<3

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glilboy

3 years ago

300? WHAT RHE FUCKS IU WHEB WHAF

Ateez reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Hyung line

ive had this idea for awhile and even requested it a few times from other writers but..i felt it was time to write it lol

tws under the cut

warning, this piece of fiction contains mentions of somnophilia, slight dom and sub dynamics, and general explicit topics.

Hongjoong:

You had attempted to stay up waiting for Hongjoong, deciding to reread one of your favorite stories in the mean time. Unfortunately that wasnt enough to keep you awake, you ultimately passing out and your phone tumbling onto the floor.

Hongjoong had a feeling you'd passed out since you didnt message him any "i miss you :(" texts after 11pm so seeing you knocked out on the couch was no surprise. He slowly padded over to you smiling softly, then noticing your phone on the floor and went to pick it up for you. He was never the kind to go through your phone but your smart self had no shut down timer which left the fan fiction on display for him.

He couldnt help but be curious seeing paragraphs of text and decided a little reading would do no harm. As he began to read though he felt his gut sweep, in a good way. He was honestly a little upset until he saw his name but when he read his name it was like all of exhaustion disappeared. Luckily he didn't have work the next day he thought to himself.

Sitting down on the couch with a plan he slowly nudged you awake. "Hi dear," he spoked softly with a smirk.

You rubbed at your bleary eyes and looked up at him, "Oh hi Joongie. Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." He smiled even bigger at you.

"Thats fine, it helped me find out something fun," he tucked your hair behind your ear. Still waking up you made a small "huh?" before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Oh..." you mumbled, starting to be awake enough to get it. You finally looked at him straight on and saw his signature devilish grin.

He moved his hand to slowly move up your thigh, giving it a small squeeze which elicted a sigh out of you. "Didn't think you'd read stuff like that Y/N, but I guess you're just full of surprises huh doll," the pet name made you shiver, Hongjoong never having used that one before.

"I'm sorry Joongie," you mumbled into your arm, face now red. His hand moving up to cup your core and grind his hand into it making you whimper softly.

"Oh dont be sorry dolly, just shows me that you really miss me."

Seonghwa:

Saying Seonghwa was caring was an understatement in a way. Despite his busy schedule he made it a point to showed he cared in different ways. One thing he always did was if you left your phone out at all he would put it on the charger for you. Small things!

Today though he had come home earlier than usual while you were taking a quick shower. Seeing your phone on the counter he waltzed over setting his stuff down to throw it on the charger even if it wasn't that low. He noticed you left it on, open to a book he assumed enough.Him being the lovely man he is he wanted to read a bit to see what you liked and possibly buy you a physical copy. Written porn with his name in it though was not what he was expecting.

Seonghwa gulped, setting down your phone with his hands shaking and his face now flushed pink. He took a deep breath and set down his bag, running his fingers through his hair now being surprisingly worked up. A part of him felt embarrassed for being turned on by the writing but at the same time he knew you didn't read it for no reason.

"Hwa! You're home early hello!" You ran up to him giggling, now clean and dressed in some sweats.

"Hey babe, yeah we got let out early cause we learned the new choreography fast enough. They asked us if we wanted to do more vocal practice but none of us did," He laughed, trying to shift his legs to hide his slight erection.

"None of you stay late ever," you giggled sarcastically up at him. "Well, I was gonna take a nap. Do you want to? I'm sure you're tired."

He nodded softly and took your hand walking to your guys bedroom talking about your day. He changed himself into more comfortable clothing then joined you in bed, you curling into him quickly. Once you settled Seonghwa felt he could actually breathe, feeling like a middle schooler just for getting more worked up from having you close. He heard your breath settle which is when he shifted away a bit from you.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, having the space now laying on his back to palm himself over his erection. Looking over at your sleeping face made it worse, the piece you had opened having involved somnophilia. One thing he never had the guts to suggest to you despite having such an open relationship.

He didn't notice your eyes flutter open at the movement. You only just fell asleep so you were in no means in too deep. You decided to play it though, closing your eyes and throwing a leg over his waist as if you were just adjusting in your sleep.

He inhaled a sharp breath and bit his lip now mildly frustrated at the whole situation. Mumbling a fake sleepy "Hwa" you moved to straddle the man hearing a childish sigh escape his lips.

"If you keep moving, I swear to god," He mumbled out loud thinking youre still asleep since you had always been a chaotic sleeper.

"And what will you do about it horny kid," you giggled against his neck. You could feel his body tense.

"Go back to sleep and I'll fuck you like your sick little fantasy, how about that hm?"

yunho:

Rain was beating against the window as you cuddled up on the couch with your phone in hand. Yunho was on the other side of his personal office playing video games. It was a chill day but something in the air was setting you slightly off the edge.

Besides the sweet glances and cheesy smiles thrown at each other, your screen was very much the opposite of innocent pure love. Getting indulged in the story you started to zone in, missing some of his looks making Yunho curious as to what your interest was delved into currently.

"Be right back guys," he said into the mic mischievously. Quickly making his way over he slipped the phone out of your hand, this behavior wouldve typically been fine but because of the contents on your screen you gasped and reached out for your phone. "You doing something naughty or do you just like acting suspicious?" he grinned before looking at your phone.

His face feel reading the paragraph of a particularly nsfw scene. You were now sitting up staring at him wide eyed, "yuyu please oh god its not what you think, i think." Silence filled the room, the only noises being the sound of his running pc and the dull chatter of the other boys.

"Do you read this often?" he said out of hesitation and pure curiosity, almost feeling that he violated your private space. He kind of got the gist of it all right away, thankfully for your sake.

"Not all the time but i mean, you are busy yunho," you tried to softly explain knowing this was odd territory.

"Do you...ever want to try it," he says, getting to the end of the page and looking at you.

"I can't say that..none of them aren't, nice," the air was filled with an awkward energy that could suffocate another person if they came in at such a weird time.

The two of you stood there for a second, until he moved towards you and took your hand. He placed it on his bulge and you sucked a breathe in.

"Take off my pants," he ordered, a strange harsh tone to his voice. For you guys there was never set roles, not any dom or sub dynamic but it wasnt vanilla per say so him speaking like this was new. Besides that, you did as he said and pushed your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his legs.

Silently he took your hand then sat down on his gaming chair, pulling out his large cock. He slipped on his headphones before looking up at you with a shit eating grin.

"Sit down, i can tell youve been dying too babe."

yeosang:

You were waiting for yeosang to come home after a shorter than usual practice, deciding to pass the time by indulging in your secret world. In the midst of browsing your favorite blogs you didn't hear the door open, this event made you learn not to have headphones in when participating in such activities.

Walking in, Yeosang looked around for you and spotted your figure on the couch. He slowly moved near with a secret motive of scaring you when he glanced at your phone seeing a photo of him paired with a lot of writing. Tilting his head curiously he squinted to read the text, reading along with you until his face flushed.

Sucking in a breath slightly he moved back to the door, playing off him just entering. You noticed his figure walking towards you and sneakily turned off your phone and got up to greet him.

"Hey babe, it's nice to see you in the sunlight," you giggled and wrapped your hands around his waist. You noticed him hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, causing you to pull away.

"Hey, whats up? you seem a bit off?" you pouted and brushed the hair out of his eyes, not catching the little blush.

"Yeah yeah babe, I'm fine. promise," he cleared his throat and pulled away, making your heart sink a bit. He practically completely ignored what you actually said.

"No Yeo, I- did I do something wrong? Or just a long day?" you pried knowing something was up.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he looked up at you, his hair back in his face. "I um, saw what you were reading."

The color drained from your face, mouth slightly hanging not knowing what to say. You thought he was pissed, was going to leave and break up with you but right when you were about to talk he spoke again.

"C-can we do that?"

A moment of silence passed and you looked up at him, your boyfriend who was typically very soft and gentle in bed. Knowing what you were reading was likely pretty heavy in his book, you became worried. "Yeo, I just read it. It means nothing I don't want to make you uncomforta-"

His lips cut yours off and one hand entangled in your hair, his other guiding you to the wall by your hip. Back flush against the way you pulled away after a moment to see his eyes wide and sweat already beading down his temple.

"I've wanted to do that, just didn't want to scare you dear."

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glilboy

3 years ago

—body talk. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

⟶ genre: fwb!wooyoung / virgin!reader + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 8,889

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: so maybe asking your best friend to take your virginity is wrong for a number of reasons, but you swear you’re still just friends. nothing more, nor less

⟶ warnings: idiots who might be in love with each other but are oblivious to it, first time sex, clumsy sex, also wet and messy sex tbh, dirty talk, pet names, grinding/dry humping, (brief) mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, clit play, breast play/fondling, hair pulling, missionary, protected sex, aftercare

⟶ note: welp… here we go again, another shameless wooyoung smut to feed my fantasies! anyway, thank you to @ddaechwita and @kithtaehyung who let me cry to them endlessly about wooyoung and subsequently helped me push this fic out heheh and also for my other fellow wooyoung stans @trustingofwinds @seolaseoul 👀

also absolutely am thinking of making a part 2 to this, so if that’s something anyone wants, feel free to let me know!! 💛

It’s a little known fact that Wooyoung will do anything for you.

That’s a given, when you consider that he’s been your best friend for as long as you can remember. He’s used to you asking him to do anything and everything for you, whether it’s out of genuine need for help or something for pure leisure. Like the one time you called him drunk at three in the morning and asked him to pick you up from some random party, or that other time when you asked if he would go on a spontaneous midnight road trip with you to the next city over to make it on time for a concert.

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glilboy

3 years ago

playing with fire masterlist

sugardaddy!seonghwa

when your scholarship falls through during the last semester of your college career, you were, admittedly, on edge.

overwhelmed by the prospect of delaying your graduation to save up thousands of dollars or work a second job or, per the suggestion of your roommate, sell pictures of your feet.

you first met park eunbi during your first year of college, when she walked through your dorm room with a smile on her face and her parents by her side - or, more notably to you, her incredibly handsome father.

that’s all he ever was to you though - your friend’s hot dad who you only ever saw a few times a year.

but when you find yourself around him more and more often, your attraction growing and his eyes lingering, you suddenly find yourself in a situation you know is wrong but can’t seem to pull yourself out of.

❥ part 1

❥ part 2

❥ part 3

❥ part 4

❥ part 5

status: ongoing

tag list: @mochibabycakes @atinyarmyx1 @middle-of-a-wonshua-sandwich @baekhvuns @marksflvr @bunbaebae @markleeyeosang @inkigayeo @nlost21 @hyunjeansuniverse @cherryeonii

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glilboy

4 years ago

liquor bottles | b.c

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

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

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

word count: 4.7k

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

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