Jealousy, Jealousy

jealousy, jealousy

PAIRINGS: keeho x reader

SYNOPSIS: Your stepfather helps you shake some stress off.

WARNINGS: stepcest, fingering, a little angst possibly, kinda mean keeho forgive me, whiny reader, pussy slapping

A/N: thank you @tkooooop for inspiring me to continue with making oddly forbidden smut i didnt realize i was doing it until you said something

The squelch of Keeho’s fingers pumping in and out of your tight heat was all that either of you could focus on, the sound making you want to cover your cheeks in embarrassment. It was downright sinful how wet you were, the amount of arousal covering your pussy and dripping down onto your bed being on the line of pathetic.

Your stepdad shouldn’t make you this sopping wet, shouldn’t make your core ache to be filled, shouldn’t make you want to get pounded into the mattress until you forgot your name. It was getting hard to find time to care with the way he was eating you out like it was his last meal, a mixture of his spit and your arousal dripping down onto the sheets below you. 

Plump lips found your clit, switching between sucking gently and flicking his tongue. It made you want to cry out, but you couldn’t. The mere thought of your mom coming home any minute made a certain fear strike within you, yet it made you want Keeho even more. 

You could tell he wanted you too, his eyes flicking up every now and then, looking at your fucked out face. “Fuck, holy fuck, please,” your voice was awfully whiny, your hand moving from gripping the sheets to his black hair, pushing his face closer to your dripping pussy (if that was even possible). 

Keeho grunted into your wet heat, curling his fingers just right, sending shockwaves through your body. Your back arched from the stimulation as he lifted his head, trailing kisses up your abdomen to your breasts, leaving a bouquet of dark purple marks as he went. 

Keeho took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud as he slowed his fingers slightly, making your orgasm seem farther and farther away. You tried to whine, tried to tell him to speed up, but you couldn’t find the words. 

“What would your mom think, hm? What would she think if she saw how desperate you are? How wet this pussy is for my fingers?” Keeho’s voice was awfully gravely as he said it, his fingers speeding up dramatically. The question only made you wetter, a gush of arousal leaking from your pussy as your toes curled from the abusing speed of his fingers. 

Keeho realized he didn’t get an answer, so he moved his hand up to your neck and gripped, moving your head up to face him. The pressure from his hand around your neck made your eyes shoot open, meeting his darker eyes. He was a little older, probably a little too young for your mom. The thrill of the situation was suffocating, and the unspoken agreement of quietness stayed in your mind.

You clenched tight around his fingers, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head from all of the pleasure he was giving you. At this rate, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you came. Keeho’s lips were cherry red and slick with your arousal and you just couldn’t contain yourself. You pulled his head down to meet your lips, your whimpers and groans being swallowed by him. 

The lack of air in your lungs added gasoline to the fire. “M’ s’close,” you couldn’t even form a full sentence against his lips, your mind hazy with thoughts of him. Your pussy was embarrassingly wet, and your velvet walls pulsed around his fingers with every pump of his fingers. 

“Gonna cum for me? Make a mess for me?” He went back down between your legs, putting his tongue back to work. The action alone was enough to make you fall apart, your thighs shaking around his head and your hands fisting in his hair and you rode out your orgasm. 

Even though your pussy was sensitive, he still was resilient in moving his fingers, though they were slower than before. “Fuckin’ dirty girl.” Keeho’s tongue was still working your pussy like never before, the oversensitivity becoming overbearing. Only he could do this to you, and he knew that. He knew he had ruined you, ruined your attraction for anyone your age.

Your body reacted to his touch before your brain could, your hips twitching and trying to move from his mouth. His strong hands, calloused from working, had a grip on the top of your thighs, making you stay in place as he ate you down to the core.

“Mmh, ‘s too much,” you cried out, though your hips betrayed you, rocking against his face. Your head was thrown back, the intense pleasure coming over you in waves once more. Your thighs began to shake as he fucked his fingers in and out of you, slowly adding his tongue to the mix. Keeho’s hands were still tightly gripping your thighs, tight enough to leave bruises.

There was an underlying jealousy you had, a type of envy that nipped dangerously at your bones. Your mother got to have him on the regular, got to fuck him and got to mark him all she wanted. It made you jealous, so incredibly jealous. The mere thought of someone else having Keeho like this made you want to show him how much you wanted him, how good you were, how much better you were. 

Your inner conflicts were quickly cut off, as the feeling of Keeho’s hand gripping your hair filled your senses. “Huh, slut? Were you even listening? Too fucked out to even fucking respond. Dumb, pretty baby.” The backwards compliment didn’t fail to make your pussy clench around his fingers, which just spurred him on.

“Oh, you like being called that? My little slut?” He had a cocky grin on his face, he knew how much he affected you. “Mhm, your slut!” You whined as you arched your back, feeling the way Keeho’s thumb felt at your clit, the digit in a way that had your toes curling.

When his pearly white teeth bit down on your shoulder, you were hit with a wall of hot white pleasure, your pussy spasming around his thick fingers as your thighs shook. Your hands reached down to Keeho’s wrist, your blunt nails digging into his skin, never wanting this overwhelming feeling to end.

The whole time, Keeho’s fingers never stopped working. Your poor pussy was so fucked out, leaking all over his fingers, nearly soaking the sheets under you. You pulsed as you came down, the feeling of Keeho’s fingers started to tip-toe the line of pleasure and pain. 

“Enough, s’enough,” your eyes started to well with tears as your pussy unwillingly got wetter, and you felt another orgasm bubbling in your stomach. “Such a mess, baby.” The nickname made your insides get gooey, a heat rising to your cheeks than anticipated.

Keeho abruptly took his fingers out of you, and you nearly let out a sigh of relief, until you felt a harsh slap on your pussy. It made your legs try to close, a soft whine tumbling from your lips. Tears pricked your eyes and your lip wobbled, but you enjoyed the pain nevertheless. 

He delivered another slap, your body having the same reaction, except this time a sob left your lips. Tears were freely streaming down your cheeks now, while slap after slap was delivered to your quivering clit. 

“Pretty baby. All messy f’me.” He ceased his slaps, simply taking his middle finger and tracing it around the area of your pussy. It was a moment to catch your breath, and you sure as hell wasn’t gonna miss it. You gasped for air as you laid there, your chest heaving. 

It became a little fuzzy for a few minutes, your head dazed with a post-orgasm buzz. Your limbs were on fire, your thighs spinning and your pussy quivering. You could feel faint kisses on your neck and face, Keeho’s fingers wiping away the tears you didn't know you had let fal. “It’s okay, cry it out,” his soothing voice filled your ears, the ringing in them dying down.

“Keeho,” your voice croaked, your eyes heavy and nearly shut. “Hm?” His hum was like music to your ears, the comfort and solace that laced his voice made it impossible to not melt. “Thank you,” it was faint and wrecked, but Keeho still heard it.

His million dollar smile was back as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Of course, I'm always here if you need to let some stress out.” The statement set a type of comfort in the pit of your stomach, a warm fuzzy feeling that made your heart swell. You smiled, your eyes falling shut under the heaviness. It wasn’t until then, you heard the door open downstairs and your mom’s call out.

“Keeho, honey, come help me with the groceries please?”

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sweet thing

PAIRINGS: theo x intak

SYNOPSIS: Intak couldnt help but want to ruin the perfect boy he found himself in front of.

WARNINGS: throatpie, mean intak, demon intak, bottom theo, blonde theo because hes superior, hair pulling, drool

A/N: thank you anon for this request!!

“Just stay still, sweet thing. Lemme fuck your throat, yeah?” Intak’s voice was smooth as he held onto the sides of Theo’s head, his fingers laced through the soft blonde hair. Theo was sitting on the floor of his apartment’s living room, his hoodie bunched up from the position he was in. Intak stood in front of him, his eyes red and his long tail thrashing wildly behind him. 

Theo nodded sweetly, opening his mouth and looking him in the eyes. Intak groaned, using one hand to push his sweats the rest of the way down to where the material pooled around his ankles. His cock was, simply put, not human, the tip was bulbous and flushed, his base swollen prettily. It was intimidating to say the least, and Theo wondered briefly if it would even fit inside of his mouth.

Intak placed his hand on his cock, sighing at the relief that came with the touch. “Stick your tongue out, precious.” Theo immediately complied, wanting nothing more than to taste what was in front of him. Intak guided his cock to the awaiting mouth in front of him, sliding in slowly. Once his tip hit the back of Theo’s throat, his body tensed, an obscene gag releasing from him as his hands shot up to Intak’s thighs, trying to grab onto something. 

As Intak’s cock started to push down Theo’s throat, he started pushing a little faster, causing tears to spring in his eyes and his gag reflex to hyperactivate, his body trying to push the inhuman intrusion out. It made him tsk, his hands brushing through Theo’s hair as he finally stopped, his nose touching Intak’s shaven pubic bone. Theo’s lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen, and he panicked, looking up at Intak with terror in his eyes as his hands started to lightly hit the demon’s thighs. 

Intak let out a breathy laugh, pulling his hips back until his cock left the warm confines of Theo’s mouth. A gasp of air was pulled into Theo’s lungs as he coughed, wiping the stray tears that littered his cheeks. “‘S too much. Too big.” Theo said. He didn't want to embarrass himself, didn't want to seem too stupid to suck cock. He looked down, embarrassed from the statement. 

“Awh, you can take it. You’re my good boy, right? Good boys don’t complain, they take what they’re given.” The words were mean, condescending, and they made Theo’s cock jump in his shorts. Intak raised Theo’s head and used his cock to tap on his lips, signaling for them to open. As he opened his mouth, he aggressively pushed his hips forward, penetrating his throat in one swift movement. It made him cry out a muffled sound around him, tears falling freely from his eyes in a way that made Intak’s spine tingle with arousal. Drool began to pool in his mouth, seeping down his chin in small dribbles.

The scene was so pretty, Theo on his knees, his eyes filled with tears and his plump lips wrapped around the cock that filled his throat. It was so sinful, so nasty. There was a certain bliss that Intak got from destroying such an innocent boy, from taking his pearly white aura and darkening it with the type of sin that only demons could muster.

His hand reached to his throat, feeling the way his skin bulged to fit all of him in it. A possessive groan left Intak at the feel of it, his hips twitching, forcing his cock down deeper. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” His tone was nothing short of mean, almost mocking as he stared down at the blonde boy. He pulled his hips back until there was nothing but his tip in his mouth, quickly snapping his hips forwards to fill Theo’s throat again. It made him gag violently, his throat convulsing around Intak as he continued his assault on his airway.

“So fucking good for me, so good.” Theo could only whine in response, his cock twitching at the praise and the force of Intak’s hips. Intak finally pulled away long enough to give him time to catch his breath, watching as he gasped, his pretty lips glistening with spit.

“Gonna let me cum down your throat, hm?” The question was less of a question, more of a demand. Theo didn't mind, though, and he eagerly nodded. He took a deep breath as Intak positioned his hips in front of him once more. He wasted no time going back to the brutal pace, this time not stopping. Drool started to drip down more, getting onto his hoodie, but Theo couldn’t care less.

As groans and grunts left Intak, he could feel his thrusts start to falter in pace, his hips stuttering and his fat cock twitching as his climax started to creep up on him. “So fuckin’ nasty, letting a demon fuck your throat.” 

A broken whine was Theo’s response, pressing his palm into the bulge of his cock, trying to relieve the throbbing ache. Intak gave one final powerful thrust, pushing in his throat to the hilt and absolutely pulsing as he came. Theo sat there for a few good seconds, Intak’s cock still cumming down his throat, and he swore his stomach started to bulge a bit. The thought of Intak pumping him so full of cum that he bloated made him feel warm inside, happy to be stuffed full of Intak. 

Cum started to seep out from around his cock, as Theo physically couldn’t hold anymore of it. It was sloppy, cum mixing with drool, seeping down onto the carpet. Intak groaned and finally released the blonde, and only then could he realize how lightheaded he was. Once Theo caught his breath, he looked up to see Intak, still hard.

“Go and lay down. Gonna make you forget your fuckin’ name.”

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.”

grinding on jiung's thigh would fix me honestly

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