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Guilty Pleasure

guilty pleasure

PAIRINGS: jongseob x reader

SYNOPSIS: Your stepbrother knew you better than anyone.

WARNINGS: stepcest, creampie, a little angst possibly, soft jongseob, whiny reader

A/N: my first 1k+ work woahhh hope u guys like this!

“Fuck, Jongseob, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Your voice was shaky as your step brother dragged you to his bedroom, pushing you down onto the bed needily. It made goosebumps rise on your skin, the feeling like a rush as he started kissing down your sensitive neck, eliciting moans from your pretty lips.

Everything was happening so fast, you barely had any time to realize what was going on before Jongseob grabbed you up. It was a Wednesday afternoon and your mom went out on a date with his dad. They had just gotten married a few months ago, and guilt couldn't help but eat at your mind.

His kisses were hot, sloppy and filthy as he mouthed down your neck. Your pussy ached with need, the thrill of it all making you absolutely drip. “You’re so fucking pretty. Prettiest girl i've ever seen.” He mumbled into your neck, punctuating his words with his tongue, licking a hot stripe up your skin. Your face grew hot at his words, and your heart warmed.

“Please, please fuck me, Seob,” Your words were nothing short of desperate. It was a plea, a plea for him, his cock, his love, no doubt. It made him smile, his teeth digging into your neck. “You want me to fuck you, huh? Fill you up, make you mine?”

Mine. Something you could only dream of being. The question didn't fail to make you moan, though, and you nodded. Your hands went up to his hoodie, tugging on the soft material. He pulled back from your neck, slipping his hoodie off, messing his hair in the process. He looked so good, like walking fucking sex.

Jongseob’s hands made quick work of your shorts and shirt, slipping the useless material off. You were pretty beneath him, he thought. He didn't want anyone else seeing you like this, didn't want anyone else seeing you so drunk off of a simple touch.

His mouth came to your lips this time, pulling you into a sickeningly sweet kiss. A kiss that definitely only came once in a lifetime. The kind of kiss that made a prom night hookup pale in comparison. Jongseob’s lips were soft and he tasted like mint.

Jongseob’s hands moved up to your waist, holding you beneath him like he was afraid of breaking you. His touch was soft, gentle, and it betrayed his mind. In his mind, you were on your hands and knees taking all he had to give, his hand in your hair, pulling you back violently.

He knew better than to treat you like that. You were sweet, soft, a persimmon beneath him. Something he couldn't wait to taste, he couldn't wait to treat you like the angel you were. He didn't want to call it love, really.

He was only lying to himself.

Your hands moved to his hair, pulling on the stands and Jongseob just knew he was in love. His lips trailed to your jaw, nipping and sucking on the soft skin there. “I mean it. Prettiest girl in the world.” His words made you desperate. It was the effect he seemed to have on you, a few words from his mouth and you were putty in his hands.

You smiled softly, moving your hands to his shoulders as he kissed your jaw sweetly. You didn't exactly know how to respond to him without telling on yourself, so you stayed quiet–and that was okay. Jongseob knew that you got tongue tied, scared of your own words that would come up through your mouth.

He rolled his hips down onto your cunt, only covered by your underwear. A grunt came from his throat, his cock throbbing against you through his sweats. He could feel the heat coming from you, the wetness staining your panties. It made his chest swell with pride, knowing it was only him you were responding to, knowing it was only him who made your pussy drip.

Your hips eagerly rolled back up with a soft moan, his hard cock pressing against you so deliciously that you wanted to remember this feeling forever, feel his love and touch forever. The grunt that came from his mouth filled your ears, your head, your veins. Jongseob’s mouth was still working down your jaw to your neck, tasting the salty skin.

He pulled back, sitting on his knees, slipping his sweats off. His hair was messy, his plump lips slick with spit and the prettiest red you’d ever seen. He only pulled his sweats down to his knees, a bit rushed and impatient. His cock was just as impatient as him, springing free, tapping his bellybutton.

Jongseob’s cock was flushed, precum dribbling from his tip in a sticky mess. It was mouth watering, and you had half a mind to take a picture, keep the image in your phone, just for you. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and you knew you were in love.

His hands moved to your underwear, hooking his fingers beneath the material. The slide down your legs was slow, and his hands grazing your skin made you forget why you had felt guilty earlier.

Once your pussy was exposed, Jongseob groaned just from the sight alone. You were glistening in the light streaming through your window, pretty and just for him. His pretty brown eyes were trained on your cunt, his cock jumping between his legs.

Jongseob knew he probably shouldn’t be with you like this. He knew. But he couldn’t look away. Not from the pretty scene displayed before him, like a painting made purely for his eyes. A painting so beautiful, in fact, that it would surely be hung in the corner of his mind until his last breath.

You took a deep breath as he positioned his cock in front of your entrance, his free hand moving to your knee, pressing it against your chest. The second his cock began to push into you, Jongseob dropped his head with a low moan. It was heavenly, the tightness around him making it hard for him not to cum right then.

You were no better, your eyes closed tight. He was so big, nestling inside of you perfectly, like his cock was molded for your pussy. A whine ripped from your throat once he bottomed out, buried deep within you. It was unreal, truly.

“So fuckin’ tight, baby, fuck,” Jongseob’s voice was low and breathless, and you could feel the way he throbbed. You tried to ignore how butterflies attacked your ribcage at the nickname. “Please, move,” Your voice was no better than his, breathless and whiny. Jongseob complied, rolling his hips into yours slowly. God, it was absolutely ethereal. The drag of his cock along your walls had you mewling softly, your hands on his elbows that were holding your knees to your chest.

Jongseob built a pace, no longer slow. His hips snapped into yours, forcing groans from his throat. Your back arched, gasping and whimpering. Every thrust of his hips forced a small, “uh, uh, uh,” from your lips, filling the room. Your sounds were like the most beautiful music he had ever heard, composed only for him.

“You like that?” He asked. He knew the answer. His adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he spoke, and you wanted to bite it. You nodded eagerly, your blunt nails digging into his skin. You knew you wouldn't last long at all.

His hips continued to trust, his cock stretching your pussy and gliding easily. The room smelt like sex, mingling with the smell of him. It was a combination that made your head fuzzy. His hair fell over his eyes as he continued to move his hips, reeling from the squelching of your wet pussy. “So wet for me. Gonna fill this pussy up.”

The words that fell from his lips were so nasty that you couldn't help but clench around him, a moan ripping from your throat. He moaned with you, the clenching making his cock twitch inside of you. You seriously wouldn't last long.

When his thumb left your leg, moving down to your clit, you were a goner. Your back arched deeper, your feet trembling as you came around his cock, a white ring forming around the base. His hips kept moving, stuttering and twitching as you convulsed around him. A string of curses, along with his name, fell from your lips in a heaping mess, your voice dripping with sickly sweet honey.

Jongseob would never last, not with the way your pussy spasmed around his cock. He thrusted deep, grunting loudly as he filled your cunt. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix, pumping your womb full of hot, sticky cum. His hands shook against your knees, his mouth dropped open. He was beautiful.

He stayed inside of you for a while, his sweaty head rested on your chest as hot huffs of air hit your skin. “Love you,” You mumbled. Maybe it was post-orgasm bliss. Maybe it was real.

“...I love you too.”

Guilty Pleasure

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