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.”

pervert

PAIRINGS: soul x keeho

SYNOPSIS: Keeho has been stressed out and needed someone to take it out on. Soul was more than happy to volunteer.

WARNINGS: angry sex, keeho is rough, bottom soul, top keeho, mentions of jongseob, whiny soul of course, creampie, hair pulling, drool, messy soul

A/N: this is just a drabble oops

Keeho had his hand on Soul’s head, pressing his face into the couch cushions. His cock was drilling in and out of him at an absolutely brutal pace, squelching from the lube. His thrusts were angry and mean, pouring all of his stress onto soul.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” Keeho hissed, pressing Soul down farther into the couch. Soul was bent into an awkward position, his neck craned to the side as Keeho pounded him into the shitty dorm couch. Soft groans and whines were forced from his mouth with every thrust, his hands clawing at the fabric desperately. “Mmh,” was all he could respond, forcing his back to arch more, pressing his ass further back onto Keeho’s cock.

A laugh came from behind him but he could barely register it. Keeho was fucking him so good, treating him like he was nothing. Every thrust sent his body jolting, the only thing keeping him in place was Keeho’s free hand on his slim waist. The hand on his face was big, his thumb pressed into the side of his mouth, holding it open, forcing the drool to leak down his face.

“Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you? You like it when I treat you like my bitch?” He asked, his voice strained, his lip pulled back into a sneer. Soul could only gargle something incoherent, his velvet walls clenching around the cock deep in his guts. Keeho’s sack slammed into Soul’s with every mean thrust, only adding to the anger and heat.

Keeho suddenly gripped Soul’s hair, pulling him up onto his knees. Soul’s hands shot out, reaching to the back of the couch as his back arched deeper, his greedy hole taking all of Keeho that he could. His nails dug into the fabric of the couch, his mouth dropped open dumbly.

The sting from his hair being pulled caused his cock to jump between his legs, a gargled cry ripping from his throat. The side of Keeho’s face pressed into Soul’s head, his lips next to his ear. “You’re so fucking stupid. Jesus, you can’t do anything but take cock, can you?” He hissed, his lips moving down to Soul’s neck, sinking his teeth into the soft skin. It stung, but Soul didn’t mind. He wanted to respond to Keeho, but it felt like his cock was reaching so deep within him he could practically feel him in his throat. All he could manage was a pathetic whine.

He was truly and utterly fucked dumb.

Keeho thought he looked beautiful, though, even with teary eyes, with drool leaking down his chin, with his brow furrowed in pleasure. He especially thought he looked beautiful with marks on his neck, tainting the pretty skin.

“Gonna cum for me, right? Gonna let everyone know who’s making you feel good?” He asked, his hips continuously slamming into Soul’s plush ass.

Soul nodded dumbly, clenching around Keeho impossibly tight. “Close, c-close,” He whimpered, his voice broken and whiny. One of his hands reached back, grabbing Keeho’s side, digging his fingers into the skin.

Keeho grinned, moving the hand on Soul’s waist up to his jaw, craning it to the side, crashing his lips down. The kiss was plain nasty—teeth, tongue and drool. Their lips slotted together just barely, Keeho’s tongue licking into Soul’s mouth like he was desperate to eat him whole. Soul’s hair bounced from the thrusts, even with Keeho’s hand holding it.

Every whine and whimper from Soul was eagerly swallowed, and it made it hard for him not to cum on the spot. When Keeho’s thrusts began to falter, his sweaty torso pressing into Soul, the boy knew he was a goner.

Soul pulled his lips away, his head throwing back onto Keeho’s sweaty shoulder, a string of desperate whimpers and curses leaving his mouth. His cock twitched, thick ropes of cum landing onto the couch while he gripped Keeho’s cock like his life depended on it.

The obscene feeling of tightness around him made Keeho grunt, his hands quickly going to Soul’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock to meet his thrusts. He pulled the younger as far back on his cock as possible, his hips stilling inside of him as he painted his pretty insides with cum. His hips twitched, bucking, trying to push inside of him as deep as he could. Soul could only whine, his face sideways, kissing Keeho’s neck sweetly.

As Keeho panted out huffs of hot air, Soul kept his soft lips on his sweaty neck with hot, sloppy kisses. Soul’s hole still gripped him tight, cum not leaking out from the tightness. Keeho moved his hands, pulling Soul close, their skin touching, his sweaty chest pressed against Soul’s back.

The light flickered on, to their horror. “Can I join?” Jongseob. Of course he had been watching.

“Pervert.”

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