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I need to have my face fucked. And I do not mean just sucking someone off. I mean slapping my cheek when I don't open wide enough and making me hump your shoe while you say shit like "Open up." And spiting into my mouth. No more gently sucking cock. I want my mouth treated like a pocket pussy. With all those precious gagging, slurping, wet noises filling the room. I want my pretty makeup ruined and I want you to be able to show me just how good you fucked me when we're done.
thought: steven grant
we're all pretty aware Steven's autistic and has the energy of ten rabid goats, but I've noticed how he always needs to be occupied w something. his rubix cube, the zipper on his coat, he stims with his hands
hear me out hear me out
oral fixation??? probably??? not sexually but like I bet he loves chewing gum, lollipops, hard candy, probably sucks or chews his knuckles.
w you it only gets worse teehee
you know kisses that don't actually leave your skin? he just glides his mouth around ur face, nibbling a little bit. He'd probably space out somewhere around your cheeks, just so overwhelmed with how cute your pink blush is. he's suckle and nip until your face was like a tomato, forgetting for a moment that the softness on his tongue was a person, and a person who was squirming with shyness.
he'd lay off immediately, shushing apologies, but soon he'd wander back, this time nuzzling somewhere around your neck. it's not your fault, you're just so soft....
gluttony - king john (2010)
Gluttony (n): overindulgence in food....or in this case..
cw: oral (f), overstim, uhhh dirty talk kind of, john being a brat, that's it.
It was a tossup between greed and gluttony for him, but I picked gluttony bc oberyn snatched greed
it's pretty straightforward. John has a luxurious lifestyle, his diet has consisted of the most sought after delicacies and he can have as much of it as he wants. why can't this extend to other tastes?
He'd played a naughty trick.
Of course, nothing was ever simple with him, and you should have been suspicious from the start. Was it odd he'd requested supper in his chambers? Yes. Was the lack of staff and more importantly, food, slightly strange? Yes.
Was being spread-eagle on a velvet bedspread for the better part of an hour out of the ordinary?
Not really.
John had developed a terribly addictive habit since you'd married. Mind you, his appetite had been voracious before, but now that he had the legal ties of marriage and free roam of the castle, his hunger could not be satiated.
You were only glad he'd stuck to his quarters, instead of devouring you in more public settings. You never mentioned it, for fear he'd get a bad idea. There were enough peasants trysting in the courtyard as it was. You were a queen, for God's sake.
Though at the moment, you felt akin to a puddle of syrup, moaning and twitching as he had his way. John's grip was bruising on your hips, corded forearms flexing and squeezing around your thighs as he tried to fit as much of you in his mouth as he could.
Sweat and fluid trickled down your legs, staining rivers on his ruined shirt. Both of you were soaked, and there was not a clean scrap of clothing in sight.
His tongue was skilled and efficient, reducing you to tears in an instant. He'd been ravenous, kissing and biting and sucking until the initial craving had been sated. With the casualty of entering one's home, he'd settled between your thighs and made a meal of your cunt.
You mewled, quivering from the intensity. Fire, pleasurable as it was painful, burned a hot stripe through your core, releasing another wave of slick. John mumbled a thank you - perhaps the only time he used his manners - and licked harder, sucking the nectar straight out of you.
"S..sstop," you whispered hoarsely, "John, you're h-hurting-"
He flicked his sharp gaze to your disheveled face. A sheen of want had glazed over his face, lips slack and dripping. Displeasure flickered across his brow, before huffing and returning to the task. Your head dropped back to the pillow, a dejected moan tearing from your throat.
The licks were gentler now. He'd given your clit a blessed break, lapping gently at your outer folds. You still twitched and cried, but the tears fell slower and you took a deep breath for the first time. His hands shifted lower, lovingly stroking your tender flesh.
It's over, it's over, your delirious mind cried with relief, shakily returning to conscious thought. John smiled at you, drinking in your heated cheeks and coital glow.
"I'd have a painting of you like this," he murmured, tracing your shining pink core. You whined at the contact, attempting to cage his hand away. Tutting, he delivered a swift smack to your ass.
"Stay," he said sternly, settling back down.
His mop of curls were sweaty as he reclined against your inner thigh, absently sucking at your skin. Hot pleasure pulsed through your cunt, seeping wetness all over the sheets. A tremor rocked your core, contorting your body away from his scalding touch.
no more, no more, your skin moaned.
John tsked and clumsily wrangled your legs back in place, biting admonishingly on your ass. Finding a new dessert to please his tongue, he focused his lustful attention there, squeezing and fondling while you moaned into the pillows.
"Hush, little wife," he slurred, smacking his lips at your taste, " 'M not quite finished."
Fingers curling around the cotton of your nightgown, you hiccupped and wailed as another powerful wave crashed over you, bowing your back into the mattress. John moaned at the sight of your puffy pink folds shivering in the low candlelight, clit stiff and swollen from overstimulation.
Everything was hot and wet. You couldn't tell if it was his tongue or his fingers plundering your messy cunt, the thickness and speed too overwhelming to process. Tears blurred your vision, the wanton moans and sucking noises all you could feel from your husband.
You writhed under him, nightgown ripping down the front as he fought to continue his feast. John greedily grabbed hold of your soft stomach, pausing his action to kiss at your breasts. The new stimulus hadn't fixed the issue of your shredded nerves, merely shifted the focus.
In not nearly long enough of a reprieve, he'd returned to eating your cunt. The slick noises were loud against the stone chamber. John's shirt was plastered to his golden chest, linen soaked to transparency. His face was dripping and milky, pink lips shimmering.
You'd find him beautiful if you could see straight.
It was a gratuitous fight between more and too much, one that your fuck-drunk mind struggled figure out. A protest would come to mind, then another orgasm would wrench it away, leaving moans and gasps in its stead. Your voice howled for it to end, but your hips ground onto his face like your life depended on it.
John reveled in your desperation, grinning at every moan. Your lust fed his, empowering him to continue.
"Good, love," he cooed, watching your folds seize and leak another mouthful of ambrosia. He greedily lapped it up, taking time to drag his tongue through each crevice of your heaven. His tongue's repeated strokes and attention had softened your skin to velvet. It was a wonderful sensation on his tongue - like having the softest, sweetest pudding in the world.
Your heady musk surrounded him. John was drunk. His thoughts had long since been beaten to a pulp, animalistic want driving him now.
Taste, smell, sweet, rich, earthy, soft, warm wet all everywhere all over him, sticky and divine on his face and tongue. He pressed closer, willing his mouth to fuse with your skin and never separate. That was the only way he'd be satisfied: if he could never taste anything else.
The supple thighs caging his head squeezed tighter, making his eyes roll back. Your legs were strong from the stables, in a dizzyingly seductive display of strength. John bucked against the bed, his own need now abundantly clear.
Your sudden rake of your hands through his hair pulled a moan from his mouth, finally tearing his mouth from your core. Saliva strung a wet bridge from his lips, puffy and gasping. You huffed at the rush of cool air against your sensitive skin, wriggling until your legs closed.
John scowled, ready to pounce, until your leg dragged deliciously over his straining hardness. At once he was placid, rutting and moaning into your thighs, face crushed in your lap.
You hissed and began to move away, giving him room to get off. He whined a protest, using your strong hips for leverage.
"N-no," he gritted out, humping faster, "almost, almost, don't move-" Your hand snaked into his trousers and he came with a guttural cry, mouthing into your exposed breasts. His hips kept twitching into your firm grip, whimpering as he stuttered to a stop.
You didn't.
Confused, John tried to back away, length soft and achey. But your eyes had cleared and your hand tightened.
"My turn," you whispered, enveloping his sore cock in your mouth. He collapsed against the bedframe, chest heaving.
All sins came with a price, he supposed, face contorting in desire.
! first one is done! the more time I spent on this, I really should have gone with greed, but oh well. Oberyn's will still be good.
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A fistful of your hair in my hand, a thin string of drool falling from your lips. All you can focus on is the veins that run along my cock, throbbing gently, begging to be touched. You gave up trying to act independent, and in return, you get to have every decision made for you. But right now, your eyes are transfixed and your brain obsessed as your tongue sticks out ever so slightly as you look up at me. This is where you are now, degrading yourself because it makes you wet thinking about how much fun it is to be a dumb whore. My cock twitches and you try to lean forward to press your lips against the tip, only to feel my hand yank your hair back to the sound of your pathetic whines. If you're as needy for cock as you claim to be, love, you'll beg me for it.
And as you crawl on your hands and knees towards my cock and watch me back away slowly each time, you start to realize what it really means to beg
Can I be your sweet little thing for an hour?
If I am good and on my knees for you, do you promise to turn off my brain and be gentle with me?
Tell me what to do and tell me I'm doing it well, and I'll be your little plaything
Laugh down at me.
Wait for me to whimper, to gasp, or keen at the pleasure you're giving me, and then laugh at me.
Just a low amused chuckle that will put me into a further mess.
When I beg, "please let me please you," "please use my mouth and tongue for your pleasure," let my silly requests be just silly little things.
Chuckle warmly and cup my chin to ask, "Is that really what you want, Darling?" And watch as I flush and whimper. Becoming putty in your hands. Struggling to maintain eye contact.
I'm so into cock warming, whether it's in their mouth or their hole. It's just so fucking hot. Just laying on the couch, their mouth wrapped around my cock, neither of us making a move to do anything about it. Me, just playing with their hair and stroking their face telling them how good they look, how good they're taking me.
Also love when I get them super horny, but we don't have time to follow through in that moment. So I just make them sit on a strap, make them clench around it to hold it in place, then have them get dressed and go do what we need to do.
Bonus if it's a vibrator and I've got a remote. Turning it on during dinner, watching their face go slack. Turning it off again before they actually get any release. Just constantly praising them the whole time, reminding them how good it will feel when i fuck them later.
By the time we actually get home, they're so wet and desperate, edged for hours, but not allowed to cum. They'd do just about anything, begging for me to finish them off, begging for me to use them to my liking.
Yeah, that's the good shit.
OP is nonbinary and this is about queer sex
Ok so this porn clip has just . Changed me. Idk why. But. God. The fact she’s clearly signaling to breathe but he’s so close he just ignores her. The hand between her legs. His sounds. Her sounds. It’s been two days and I can’t stop thinking abt it
i unironically LOVE giving head. whether that be pussy or cock, i will DEVOUR. i love making someone moan and squirm, and i can’t help but moan myself because i just love it so much. i love when they grab my hair and either shove their cock further down my throat or force my face deeper into their cunt. fuck. i love giving head.
Kristinaswonderland
Sad that I don't have my mouth on someone right now.
Not buried in someone’s balls as they jerk off over my head, legs splayed wide as they watch porn, licking and nipping until they finish and wipe off with my hair; if I'm lucky, they'll let me lick them clean.
Or buried in someone’s pussy, sucking on their clit and swirling my tongue around it, their hands fisted in my hair as they grind on my face. They pin me beneath them and clasp my head with their thighs during the boring parts of the show, and sit up and have me tongue their hole during the more interesting parts.
Or a cock completely sheathed down my throat, my face turning red as I struggle to breathe around it. They're playing a game and every time they get a win they take a few moments to reach down and grab my throat, giving it a few harsh jerks and squeezes.
Such a shame I've never seen a single piece of art depicting Overlord licking Tarn's machine gun barrels. There's an upsetting lacuna where the perfect manifestation of oral fixation, personal space violation, and disturbing eroticism could be.
If I could ever produce something visually pleasing, I'd be absolutely determined. C'mon, that scene's already formed in the realm of ideas, all we need is a little transcendence.
her doe eyes looking up at me while i'm slapping it on her tongue >>>>>>>
“He commands control, has an extremely depraved primal side and enjoys making her do filthy, demeaning things just to see how pretty she looks while being used so he can call her a “good girl” when she’s done performing.”
- Master Knox
Oral fixation (100 followers special)
To say thanks for 100 followers please enjoy this one shot that is most likely the longest piece I've ever written. Thank you message HERE and masterlist HERE.
Pairing: Choi San (dom) x Jung Wooyoung (sub) Ateez
WC: 4690
Blurb: Wooyoung has an oral fixation and San is more than intrigued
Warnings: smut, finger sucking, more smut, slight panic attack, slight breath play, Woo likes to call everyone Hyungie
This was a lot softer then expected
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So what was life like for Choi San since moving to Seoul?
Well that question has two answers and if you were to ask San right now then his answer would be “yeah it’s fucking amazing!”
But if you were to ask San 6 months ago then his answer would be on the other end of the spectrum.
As we know there is no gain without some pain so let’s go back 6 months to when San first arrived in Seoul, 2 suitcases in hand and all his dreams in the vast horizon.
San had enrolled himself into Seoul university and asked for a dorm since he knew no one. San would have liked to get himself an apartment but he didn’t have that much money and would need a roommate but like I said, he knew no one because he was new to Seoul so for now a dorm it is.
Finding the front office was a task on it’s own, San ended up walking around in 2 circles before he finally found it, San was given a piece of paper that had his timetable on it and then another piece of paper that has the dorm house rules along with the name of his dorm mate, Choi Beomgyu. Finally San was given a key to his dorm and was told not to loose it because it costs $50 to get a new one. San had chuckled to himself thinking that some people were dumb enough to loose their key.
While on the walk to his dorm San decided to read the house rules, you know, just incase.
house rule 1 - All drug, tobacco and/or alcohol consumption is prohibited in the dorms.
house rule 2 - You are not allowed to visit any dorm of the opposite sex, dorms of the same sex is ok as long as you have permission to enter.
house rule 3 - Dorm curfew time is 10pm Sunday through Thursday, 12pm Friday and Saturday. An official will check all dorms at these times to make sure that you are inside your dorm. If you are planning to spend the night elsewhere make sure to let the official know before curfew.
house rule 4 - All loud noises including music, yelling, television and all other loud noises must stop after 6pm.
Dorm official: Byun Baekhyun
Baekhyun’s phone number: ********
Front office phone number: ********
Your dorm room number: 23
Your dorm mate: Choi Beomgyu
All these seemed pretty easy for San to follow, San doesn’t take drugs, he doesn’t smoke and he only likes to drink in social settings.
San guessed the no visiting girl dorms was a nice way to say no sex in the dorms, but San was gay anyway so it didn’t bother him.
San never liked having a curfew but most nights he was home by 10 anyway so, he tried to not let it annoy him.
San didn’t even notice himself bumping into someone until he felt the burn of hot coffee running down his legs.
“Ah shit, what the fuck?” San gasped while furiously trying to wipe the coffee off of him, thankfully none got on his papers.
“Shit! I’m so sorry man I wasn’t looking where I was going” the stranger apologized wincing when he saw the damage.
“ugh it should probs be fine if I just get to my room so I can change. It looks like I’ve pissed myself.”
“let me help you, it’s the least I can do. Are these your bags?” the stranger asked pointing to two brown matching suitcases.
San nodded so the stranger grabbed them both and started to show San the way to the boy dorms. If they passed anything special on the way like the main cafeteria, library, laundry room, football field or smaller cafes then the stranger pointed them out so San knew where they were if he ever needed them.
“Ok here we are, can I see your sheet?”
“Oh yeah, here.”
“Ok so number 23 ooh that's next to Yeosang and Jongho who are friends of mine, I’ll introduce you once you sort yourself out. Dorm mate Choi Beomgyu ooh that's a tough one.”
“Why, is he an asshole or something?”
“Not necessarily but he’s in a band that's actually doing pretty well and he can sometimes act like he’s better than everyone else, he also plays the drums so sucks for you bro but he might bang sticks together quite often.”
“Oh god, of course, my dorm mate is a stuck-up drummer, could today go any worse?”
“I don’t think so, just watch out for Yeonjun tho, Beomgyu’s boyfriend and the face of the band. He may have the voice of an angle and the body of a demigod but he has the personality of a stuck up rich bitch, his father is paying for both his and Beomgyu’s tuition.”
“thanks for the heads up bro, at least I now know what I’m walking into.”
“well i hope your ready right now because we are here.”
The door wasn’t anything that fancy, just a plain brown door with the number 23 written in cursive gold lettering with a matching gold door handle and door lock. It was what was on the inside that counted anyway, a nice spacious room with double beds (better than most places that only offer singles) bigger closets on each side of the wall that lead to the private bathroom (again better than most places that only offer a communal) and 2 desks at the end of the room.
Honestly, the bigger space was one of the main reasons that San chose this university, the thought of sharing a bathroom with 60 other guys was a thought that made San want to gag.
San opened the door and was met with two guys chilling on a bed, sitting quite close together, they looked up when they heard the door open.
“Hi I’m Choi San, your dorm mate!” San greeted as nicely as best as he can considering one of them couldn’t stop staring at his pants. the one who wasn’t staring replied.
“Yeah nice, I’m Beomgyu and this is Yeonjun my boyfriend so expect him over often or me gone often.”
“What's with your pants bro?” Yeonjun asked and snickered a little.
“This idiot spilled coffee on them” San pointed to his culprit and walked into the bathroom to get changed.
“Actually Kim Hongjoong, not idiot.” Hongjoong tried to defend himself even though he knew it was useless so instead he just sat on the empty bed and looked around the room.
Only Beomgyu’s side of the room was decorated and there were lots of pictures of him with Yeonjun, or pictures of him with the rest of his band/friends Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun and Kai. He had navy blue bedding and also had pictures of his favourite artists, some of his other nicknacks were stored in the shelving unit above his bed. a true college boy in love if you asked Hongjoong.
“Does this look ok?” San asked coming out of the bathroom changed from his previous blue jeans into black ones.
“Yeah that's fine, I’ll help you unload your stuff so it’s done faster.”
“Thanks man I really appreciate that.”
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“Hey let me introduce you to your neighbors Yeosang and Jongho, trust me you’ll love them!” Hongjoong was explaining as the last of San’s clothes were put away.
Sans side of the room was now decorated and it wasn’t much different from Beomgyu’s. Photos on the wall of San and his family and childhood best friend Wonho, San hopes to make some new friends soon so that he can add to his photo wall. In the shelves, he has some of his music albums, books, electronic devices and snacks so that if he ever has a midnight craving he can just go for it. All of San’s clothes were put away organized by colour and type thanks to Hongjoong who quote said “Sorry if this is too organized but I can’t live with an unorganized closet so I just had to.” However, San was thankful because it meant he didn’t have to organize it himself.
Beomgyu and Yeonjun left soon after San started to unpack, claiming that they had band practice so San and Hongjoong were left to bond. San actually ended up liking Hongjoong a lot more than he first originally thought considering he spilled coffee on him. Yeosang and Jongho couldn’t be that bad right?
Wrong!
Well actually, wrong-ish.
San and Hongjoong just happened to walk in on Yeosang and Jongho making out pretty heavily.
“Yah you animals, we have company!” Hongjoong hollered which made the both of them pull away straight away and start to fix their hair.
“Guys this is San, he’s new and I spilled coffee on him earlier and now were friends so.” Hongjoong introduced.
Jongho walked up and greeted San with a ‘hey man’ and a handshake.
Yeosang on the other hand decided to give San a bone crushing hug and yell out ‘yay a new friend.’
“Babe, don’t freak him out!” Jongho lightly scolded and hugged Yeosang from behind.
“Don’t even worry Wonho from back home was a hugger too, I mean who doesn’t like hugs?”
“See he likes it!” Yeosang retorted.
“Let’s just get ready for this mixer, you’ll meet the rest of the gang there.” Jongho left to go have a shower while Yeosang picked out his outfit having already showered earlier. San bonded more with the two new editions while watching Yeosang do his makeup, He was your stereotypical flamboyant gay but he doesn’t like to be called one.
San actually found out a lot about these two and the rest of the ‘gang’ during the next 20 minutes.
Jongho and Yeosang met during senior year of high school and have been together ever since. Hongjoong has his own boyfriend Seonghwa and they met when they first got to Seoul so they are a new couple. Then there are Mingi and Yunho who are straight and both have girlfriends of their own Munyeong and Jisoo. Lastly, there was Wooyoung who was gay but single, the only single one of the bunch but if San were to join that bunch well he is single too.
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The mixer was buzzing, almost every student attended except for the special breed who claimed that school events were such a social norm and they weren't going to conform to it.
San, fortunately, was welcomed into Hongjoon's friendship group with open arms. Hongjoong himself already likes San, same with Yeosang and Jongho. Apparently, Yeosang is always open to meeting new people, which San guessed was a good thing.
San met Seonghwa first, considering he is Hongjoong's boyfriend. Hongjoong greeted him with a sweet kiss, then proceeded to lean his head on Seonghwa's shoulder while introducing him.
"Nice to meet you, sorry oh behalf of my cutie" Seonghwa leaned down to kiss Hongjoong's head which made him giggle, they were so cute together.
"No it's fine, Hongjoong already apologized and even helped me unpacked to apologize further." San waved him off, he had forgiven Hongjoong long ago.
Just as San was about to say something, he felt a sharp jab in his side which caused him to cry out and stumble forward, luckily Seonghwa caught him before he fell over. But how many more things were going to go wrong today!
"Oh my god I am so sorry I-" the boy paused for a second then his face lit up. "Hyungies there you are I was looking all over for you" the boy ran and hugged them, making sure not to spill his drink in true fashion.
"Who's your hot friend?" He inquired.
"His name is San and I think he would like an apology for you bumping into him Wooyoung." Seonghwa lightly scolded.
Wooyoung, the single one, San remembered while he was holding onto his side and leaning over, the only position that gave him any relief.
"Are you ok San? I wasn't looking where I was going, I truly am sorry" Wooyoung placed a comforting hand on San's shoulder accompanied by a concerned face.
"Yeah I'll be fine in a minute, it's nice to meet you by the way."
"Likewise, I was told we have a new friend in our group."
San stood up properly to get a better look at his new friend. Wooyoung had chocolate brown hair swept neatly to the side, he was wearing Black leather pants and a patterned button-down. Lastly, San noticed the gum that Wooyoung was chewing on, seemed so content and calm as he waved the rest of his friends over and chatted with them.
The last ones San met were Mingi, Yunho, and their girlfriends. Mingi and Munyeong have been together for 2 years, having also met in high school, Yunho and Jisoo only met 3 months ago, so they were also a new couple. There was a definite difference between the ones who were straight and the ones who were gay, everyone seemed to get along but an example that San noticed was that Mingi and Yunho's jeans had more of a straight fit, or the way that Yeosang got way too happy over the small stuff.
TXT, who San learned was the name of Beomgyu’s band was asked to play the mixer. Many songs were played a mix of covers and originals, San really liked their rendition of Big Bang's loser and as for originals, San really liked loser lover, love song, and frost.
In the end, it was a wholesome night filled with laughs and lots of love, San didn't expect to make friends on the first day but he is glad that he did.
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Over the next few weeks, San started to hang out with his new friends more and more, always finding himself at Yeosang's dorm since Beomgyu enjoyed kissing too much. Sometimes he hung out at Mingi's dorn or Yunho's dorn but that was rarer since they had roommates of their own who were not apart of their friendship group. Yeosang and Jongho's dorm, Wooyoung's apartment, or Hongjoong and Seonghwa's apartment were the main hangout spots. More so the apartments rather than the dorms because the dorms have rules.
San also noticed things about his friends. For one Mingi and Yunho's girlfriends only hung out with them half of the time since they had their own group of girls and they liked to do girl shit. Jongho and Yeosang are always over each other, or rather Yeosang was all over Jongho but Jongho didn't seem to mind. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were more reserved but still held hands and shared quick pecks before leaving eachother.
Wooyoung on the other hand, he was a special one. He always referred to Hongjoong and Seonghwa as "Hyungies." He loved to tease Jongho since Jongho was the youngest. Absolute besties with Yeosang who love to fanboy over the members of SHINee whenever they post a new selfie. Wooyoung still had a piece of gum in his mouth, chewing away, San noticed that unless he was eating he always had gum in his mouth.
San watched as Wooyoung took out his gum, got up quickly to put it in the bin then got stuck into his food. San might just have a little crush on Wooyoung, just a little, maybe more than a little.
"So how are you liking Seoul?" Jongho asked while he was chewing on a sandwich.
"Yeah, it's great so far, you guys make it bearable" San replied. Hongjoong excused himself to the bathroom, taking his rubbish with him.
Wooyoung was looking at his phone with a sigh, a frown plastered on his face.
"What's wrong Woo?" Yeosang asked, concerned as he looks at him.
"The cafe I work at is closing down, which means I'm going to lose my job which also means I'm going to have to start looking for a roommate." Wooyoung runs his hands through his hair, annoyed as he looks through his screen.
"You know there's always a room at our place if need be" Seonghwa offered and took Wooyung's shaking hands in his.
"I know Hyungie and thank you" Wooyoung replied glumly.
Wooyoung claimed that he was no longer hungry, the sad news killing his appetite. Instead, Wooyoung went searching in his bag for more gum.
Wooyoung started to breathe heavily when he was unable to find what he was looking for. Hands frantically looking in his bag.
"No no no I thought I had more gum fuck!" Wooyoung was panicking, on the verge of an outburst. Seonghwa was the first to notice, San also noticed but he had no idea what to do.
"Breathe, Wooyoung ok breathe, I just texted Hongjoong to get some" Seonghwa took a deep breath of his own in hopes that Wooyoung would follow. Yeosang hugged Wooyoung from behind and whispered praises, placing his hand on his heart as Wooyoung calmed down but only slightly, not calming down fully until he had a fresh piece of gum in his mouth, sighing loudly and visibly calming, Thanking Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa in the process.
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That night San was quick to google about people who "always need to be chewing on gum" It must be serious enough to have a panic attack over it.
San didn't get much in response except for:
Did you mean oral fixation?
Now this intrigued San, what was an oral fixation?
San clicked on the link and was met with a wide range of responses. Specifically, a Reddit page filled with answers like:
"My boyfriend loves to suck on my fingers, it makes him so content and happy"
"Sucking my dick is my boyfriend's favourite past time"
"Sooooooo what do you do when your girlfriend has an obsession with lolli pops?"
Sadly nothing about gum though, and the guy who submitted the dick one is way too cocky and proud.
San decided to submit his own response:
"My friend is always chewing on gum to the point where he has a panic attack if he isn't chewing, what should I do?"
San was met with a lot of responses, some saying that he should stop, some saying it's fine and others saying to help him and just be there for him, he liked those responses the best. San and his crush on Wooyoung on heart just had to help.
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"Hey Wooyoung did you have any luck finding a roommate?" San asked as they walked together to the cafe to meet everyone else.
"Yeah I did actully, his name is Changkyun and he hopes to be a self produced rapper. Really hated the thought of sharing a bathroom so he didn't want a dorm" Wooyoung replied.
"Oh thats cool, but didn't he read the panflet? I specifically chose Seoul university because you get privet bathrooms and bigger beds."
"Oh my god i've just realised that in the amout of time we've been friends we still don't know what we each study."
"Hey your right, I do dance by the way."
"Yeah I'm vocals so I'll share some of my classes with my roomie." Wooyoung opened the door and let San go in first.
"Do you want to come over to my place tonight? Changkyun's going out with his friends so I thought it could be great to have a movie night?"
"A group movie night?"
"I was kinda hoping it could just be you and me?"
Time stopped. it looked as if no one was moving. the only sound that could be heard was the thudding of San's heartbeat. San had tried to surpress his feelings for Wooyoung so that he wouldn't come off as weird but recently Wooyoung had been a little tease dropping hints just like this one, could Wooyoung maybe feel the same?
"Uh yeah sure, I'll come around 8 after dinner."
"yay!" Wooyoung leaned in to peck San's cheek which made San instantly blush, Wooyoung skipped along to their table while San did the cliché thing and place his hand on the cheek that Wooyoung kissed, lost in the lingering feeling that is lit up by a small warmth.
"Sannie Hyung? are you coming?"
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8 P.M. could not have come any sooner, yeah dinner with the guys had been great but he was more itching to get to Wooyoung's.
San wanted to change into some more comfy clothes before he went though, you can't have a movie night wearing skinny jeans.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me" San cursed to himself when he tried to open up his dorm door but found out that he couldn't. Beomgyu was busy doing Yeonjun and has locked the door, once again, it had been happening alot recently which had been really bugging San. It seemed like almost everytime he needed to get to his room he just couldn't. Looks like he will be spending the night at Wooyoung's.
After texting Baekhyun the official letting him know he will be spending the night elsewhere and after texting Wooyoung asking him to stay the night, off San went, bumping into both Jongho and Yeosang in the process.
"Hey Hyung where you heading?" Jongho asked.
"Movie night at Wooyoung's" San explained in a hurry, he really didn't wanna be late.
"Movie night in skinny jeans?" Yeosang quipped, confused tone added to his voice.
"Beomgyu’s being an ass again, it's the 4th time this month. Anyway I told Woo that I'd be there by 8 so I don't wanna be late, so I gotta go."
San arrived by 8:02 specifically, late by 2 minutes but maybe if San had gotten there right on time it might have been a little weird, who even arrives right on time anyway?
"Sannie Hyung" Wooyoung was quick to give San a bone crushing hug and drag him inside, not letting go until they were both sitting on the couch.
"I've got millions of movies, you can pick the first one while I go get us some snacks and drinks." Wooyoung pecked San's cheek again before leaving, is this going to become a habit because if so then in San's mind, hell yes.
Throughout the movie San could see that Wooyoung wasn't really paying attention, he was watching but wasn't really taking anything the characters were saying in. Instead, Wooyoung was sucking on his pointer and middle fingers, sometimes his eyes would flutter close in content, or he would even let out a breathy sigh. It was a sight to behold, well in San's mind it was. San never knew that this could be hot up until right now.
San continued watching as Wooyoung pushed his fingers in even further, gagging for a slight moment then relaxing and closing his eyes, it was so fasniating to watch.
Suddenly San no longer cared about the movie, without even knowing because he is being controlled by his lust right now, San paused the movie and turned his attention to Wooyoung.
"Are you ok Woo?" San asked, looking straight into Wooyoung's eyes.
Wooyoung must have either been in a trance or thought that no one was watching him because he was startled by San's question, fingers slide out with a frown, Wooyoung must have been really enjoying himself.
"Yeah I'm ok, it's just my oral fixation, it's a self soothing thing. I always have to have something in my mouth or my anxiety will play up" well there was deffinatly no beating around the bush there, Wooyoung went straight for it.
"Aw baby." San doesn't even register the nickname, and neither does Wooyoung, infact he leans in closer to San.
Wooyoung just whimpers, feeling so vunerable right now.
"Do you want to suck on my fingers baby?" San has no idea when he suddenly became so confident, maybe it was because Wooyoung was staring at San like he wanted to be eaten, or maybe it was because he drank 2 whole bottles of soju at dinner. Whatever it was, San wanted nothing more then to have Wooyoung suck on his fingers and it seemed like Wooyoung wanted nothing more then to suck on San's fingers.
Wooyoung tested the waters, just taking the two fingers and giving them an experimental lick, watching for San's reaction, which is nothing but a small smile. Wooyoung took this as his que to continue.
Wooyoung proceeded to take in all of the fingers, moaning out without even knowing it. it wasn't even that sexual, it was just finger sucking yet Wooyoung was moaning like a kid's first time eating chocolate.
San could no longer take it, Wooyoung's moans creating a very promanite tent in his pants and by the way Wooyoung was looking at San, he could tell that he wanted it too. San replaced his fingers with his mouth, sealing Wooyoung's lips with a kiss.
"Fuck baby that was so hot" San breathed against Wooyoung's neck as his kisses trailed down.
"Ugh please just fuck me Sannie Hyung, wanna suck your fingers while you fuck me" Wooyoung whined in protest at the loss of contact. San chuckled.
"We can't have sex in our clothes now can we gorgeous, and I'm also not entirely sure you want to have sex in the living room where your roommate could come home and see" San explained as he stood up and extended his hands for Wooyoung to take.
One in the bedroom and clothes have been stripped thats when the real fun began. San wanted to kiss every inch of Wooyoung's body and was so content to listen to all of Wooyoung's moans.
San lined himself up at Wooyoung's entrance and slowly pushed in, carefully watching his face for any signs of pain. Luckily there wasn't.
"Dam baby your so tight" San commented. He even had to stop his urge to just start pounding, waiting for Wooyoung to give the ok.
"Mhh gimmie gimmie" Wooyoung took San's fingers back into his mouth, sucking like his life depended on it while San thrusted in and out.
Both parties were a moaning mess, lost in the pleasure of each other and detirmed to make the other feel as good as possible.
"Fucking your fingers in and out, go deep Hyungie" Wooyoung requested when just sucking was no longer enough.
"Yeah you want Hyungie to fuck your mouth with his fingers" San wasn't much for dirty talk, but he could tell that Wooyoung would be the type of person to enjoy it. Wooyoung nodded his head in a pleading way. San couldn't resist and couldn't deny him either so fuck he did.
When San's cock slid out, so did his fingers. When San's cock slid in, so did his fingers, making sure to hit right at the back of Wooyoung's throat which made him gag a little but moan at the same time.
"Soo good Hyungie" Wooyoung's breaths got quicker, San guessed that he was close, but it was ok since San was too.
"Are you close baby? Are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?" San thrusted faster, the pleasure becoming all too much.
"Wanna be good boy, wanna cum Hyungie" Wooyoung mumbled around the fingers that San decided to just keep at the back of Wooyoung's throat, gripping tight until he came.
San watched as Wooyoung gagged and came at the same time. tighs twitching and loud whines faling from Wooyoung's lips was enough to send San over the dege, he came with a deep groan.
San rolled off of Wooyoung and was quick to pull him into his arms, kissing the top of his head in the process.
"Does this change the nature of our relationship?" Wooyoung asked after a few minutes of recovery.
"I think so, but a good change yeah?" San asked back in hopes of a good answer.
"Yeah, good, I really like you San."
"I really like you too Wooyoung, so so much."
So what was life like for Choi San since moving to Seoul?
"Yeah it's fucking amazing!" and then they fell asleep, cuddled up in each others arms completely unawear of the rest of the world.
Thinking about eating someone out like I'm a stupid mutt. Licking clean your hole like it's a gourmet meal
I've been thinking about licking and warming someone's cock with my mouth, feeling it gets harder and harder, leakier and leakier as I tease them, squeezing out delicious moans with my tongue