Officialthrad - Untitled

raw. till im screaming. next question.

18+ dj johnny!

at the club with your friends, you all noticed how extremely attractive the dj is!

you all had a few drinks in your systems and you thought that maybe you would be the one to make a move— or at least try to! what's the worst that could happen?

you and your friends pushed through the crowd and walked to the front, watching how other people were interacting with him.

his eyes were focused on the mixer and turntable, body moving to the song he was playing.

"hey! my friend thinks you're cute!" one of your friends shouted, her thumb pointing at you.

it successfully caught his attention and everyone squealed with excitement but it didn't seem he had understood what you guys had said as his eyebrows rose up, shrugging his shoulders.

"she thinks you're cute!!" the other ones chimed in, repeating it over and over until he finally understood, smiling at you.

he brought a hand up and gestured for you to come stand next to him.

after his set, he had taken you to a vip room where you two talked, joked, subtly flirted and drank!

after getting completely wasted, you found yourself on the couch, legs spread, one over his tatted shoulder as he ate you out.

his fingers expertly worked in and out of your sopping wet cunt as he sucked on your clit but it wasn't enough to prepare you for his lengthy cock!

your mouth took in the edge of the backrest of the couch, eye makeup now ruined by the tears streaming down your face. you felt overwhelmingly good, not having ever had a man dick you down the way he has!

he said something along the lines of "where has this pussy been all my life?" as he gripped onto your hips, pulling you back onto his length but you were not all there to even remember correctly.

just before you left, he wrote his number on your ass in bold permanent marker!

the mouth open waiting for his turn …. He’s so pathetic I need him so bad

this is so tea

LIGHTER

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PLOT: you’ll find out!

WORD COUNT: 727

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"You know... I like guys who smoke," you said, your voice casual as you sifted through your purse, eyes scanning for one of your old vintage lighters. You could tell he was nervous, like he’d never smoked a day in his life. It was kind of adorable, in a way.

You found the lighter and flicked it open, the flame flickering to life for a moment. You glanced up at him, a smirk tugging at your lips.

"Do you smoke, Inwoo?" you asked, voice teasing.

He stuttered, his eyes flicking down to the floor. "I, uh, I do... yeah. Of course, I do." He hiccupped, his face turning a little red. Classic nervous tic.

"Mm-hmm. Sure you do." You slid across the room, making sure he saw you do it with a bit of a deliberate slowness. You knew he’d be uncomfortable. He was already a little jumpy. It was cute. Almost as if he couldn’t quite decide whether to sit next to you or keep his distance.

Another hiccup escaped from him.

"Do you have a pack on you right now?" You raised an eyebrow, almost daring him to admit he didn’t.

You handed him the lighter, your fingers brushing his for a moment. You watched his reaction closely. He didn’t take it right away, as if unsure, until he reached for it hesitantly.

"Uh, yeah... I have one," he said, his voice wavering a bit, but his hand shaking slightly as he pulled the pack from his jacket pocket. He held it in front of you like it was some kind of fragile treasure, his gaze flickering between you and the pack.

The pack of cigarettes were soaked, due to us running in the rain earlier.

"Well, go ahead," you said, your voice a little more coaxing now. "Light one up."

He opened the pack with a snap, pulling a cigarette free with his fingers. He was so careful about it, like he was afraid he might do something wrong. His fingers trembled slightly as he raised the cigarette to his lips.

"Need help?" you teased, though there was a little more warmth in your voice now.

He glanced at you, clearly embarrassed. "I… I got it." He tried to flick the lighter, but it took a couple of attempts.

You leaned back on the couch, watching him struggle for a second, before your patience wore thin. You moved closer, gently taking the lighter from his hand, your fingers brushing his again. You lit the cigarette for him, watching the flame catch on the tip.

He exhaled sharply, almost choking on the smoke, his face scrunching up in surprise.

"See? Not so bad, right?" you teased, a smile playing on your lips as you leaned in just a bit closer. "Though, you’re supposed to inhale."

His face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he tried again, this time with more success, though still a little awkward. You could tell he was trying to impress you. It was kind of cute. He wasn’t quite there yet, but you didn’t mind. You liked the effort. You liked him.

"So," you started, sitting down next to him finally, watching him blow out another plume of smoke. "How long have you been smoking, exactly?" You couldn’t help but ask, eyes glinting mischievously. "You know, you don’t really look like the type."

He chuckled nervously, still avoiding direct eye contact. "Uh, not long. I just started... last week."

You raised an eyebrow, taking the cigarette from his fingers and inhaling a drag yourself. "Really? Last week? That’s a bold move, considering you’ve never even touched a cigarette before today."

He shrugged awkwardly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to impress you."

You gave him a look, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "Mission accomplished," you said, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise, before he let out a nervous laugh, his hiccuping now replaced with a small, shy grin.

You both sat there in the quiet for a moment, the only sound the soft crackle of the burning cigarette between your fingers, and the occasional hitch in his breath. You liked this. The tension between you, the way his nervousness somehow made everything feel... real. You leaned in, letting the space between you shrink even more.

"Tell you what," you whispered, voice playful. "You keep that cigarette lit, and I’ll teach you how to smoke it properly."

loser!hamzah who bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut when you palm his dick through his pants and starts whining when you remove your hand momentarily to unzip his fly.

loser!hamzah who accidentally bites your nipple too hard as he got too caught up in the moment. he apologises so profusely that you have to shush him.

loser!hamzah who lies about it being his first time so he has to confess awkwardly in the middle of doggy position.

loser!hamzah who wants to take control and show you how dominant he is but can’t stop bucking his hips in the air as you sit on his face and pull his hair.

loser!hamzah who humps the mattress immediately after you left because he is trying to recreate the event but can’t seem to remember as he was in such a daze.

loser!hamzah who phones you asking if you’ll do it for him again. he is so humiliated but he can’t help but stroke his cock as he eagerly waits for your answer.

loser!hamzah who performs an extensive routine so that he will look extra good for you when he comes over. he searches up how he can make his cum taste good so that you have the best time possible.

loser!hamzah who gets on his knees to take off your shoes for you and eat you out before you even get to the bedroom.

antonia’s note:

hi again. basically, I have like 2 more works in my arsenal but i’m just sitting here listening to amy winehouse and jeff buckley (alternating). they’re coming, don’t fret.

I SEE NO DIFFERENCE

i can match their freak

he’s so fine omggg

OHMYGOD.