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onlymingyus · 1 year

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Mingyu with his tongue technology and woozi w/ his finger technology you are in for a treat 💅🏼

cw; kim mingyu x lee jihoon (woozi) x afab reader - smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, dom!jihoon, sub!mingyu

Jihoon smirks at you, the sounds of your moans filling his and Mingyu's ears driving them both to different ends. Three of Jihoon's fingers were buried deep inside your pussy. The wet sounds of squelching filled the room causing your face to heat up in embarrassment but neither of the men seemed to feel the same way.

"You are so fucking wet, are you gonna cum for us? Do you think you deserve to cum on my fingers? Hmm?"

Jihoon was almost cruel with how he spoke to you while his thumb pressed against your clit rubbing a tight circle around the bud. His fingers curled towards the top of your body finding that spongy spot without much effort.

Mingyu's mouth was watering, small pouty whines falling from his lips as he edged closer with every single one of your moans. He had been on his knees between your thighs since Jihoon had started fingering you. He was being such a patient, good boy but his patience was wearing thin.

He could see your arousal dripping from around Jihoon's fingers and he wanted to lick you clean. He wanted to suck on your folds and your clit. He wanted to fuck you with his tongue and make you cum around it.

Running his hands along your thighs, Mingyu whines once more causing Jihoon to look at him shaking his head in annoyance.

"Ah, really? Why are you pouting?"

"Wanna taste her. She's dripping and you've had all of her attention."

Jihoon couldn't really argue with that. Mingyu had been patient up to that point. Scoffing, Jihoon rolls his eyes feeling your pussy tighten around his fingers only for him to pull them from you making you whine almost as loudly as Mingyu.

"Both of you are so fucking needy."

You watch as Jihoon grips the top of Mingyu's head pulling his face between your legs. He gets no resistance but instead earns himself a deep groan from Mingyu and a high-pitched moan from you as Mingyu's mouth instantly latches on to your core.

"You like that so much, don't you? Having his slutty tongue buried in your needy little pussy?"

The fingers that were once inside of you run around your lips until you take them into your mouth sucking them clean causing Jihoon to almost growl out of desire.

"Of course you do. Mingyu, make her cum and I'll let you fuck her first. I'm feeling generous."

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onlyhuis · 1 day

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member — woozi x f reader genre — fluffy comfort smut word count — 0.4k synopsis — soft sleepy bedtime sex with jihoon warnings — descriptions of female anatomy notes — based on this pic of woozi bc i thought @onlymingyus could use something nice. i whipped this up on my phone super fast so pls forgive the formatting sorry it's short

imagine soft sleepy sex with woozi: it's late at night, almost totally dark with just a soft lamp on in the background. he's laying on the bed looking up at you as you straddle him, his gaze lazily following your movements as you slowly roll your hips back and forth. it's quiet, the pale moonlight filtering in through the cracks in the window blinds and the only sounds the hushed gasps and soft moans as his cock kisses your walls with each circle of your hips.

the room is cold enough to keep the covers pulled up around your hips as you sit atop him, completely covering his bottom half with the big white comforter without getting overheated. you're wearing one of his big cozy t-shirts, and he slides one hand up your shirt to play with your boobs while his other hand is in your mouth letting you suck on his fingers. he loves to praise you like this, telling you how good you're riding him and how sexy you look in this lighting right before bed, how soft your tits are and how wet your pussy is around him, doing all the work and letting him just sit there. he loves the way your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking him in the same way your pussy sucks him in, so warm and wet and wonderful.

and then when both of you can't take it anymore he grips your waist and rolls you over onto your side so he can rut into you from behind, slow and lazy and smooth while he kisses your shoulder and nibbles at your earlobe. his hands are draped over your body, one hand resting on your stomach so he can feel the motion of each thrust as he enters you. his warm breath tickles the back of your neck as he whispers more praise into your ear, how perfect you are for him just the way you are.

and then you feel his body tense and he lets out a soft groan under his breath and he cums inside you and you feel your whole body flood with warmth inside and out. and then after a few soft seconds he leans behind him to shut off the lamp with a satisfied sigh, and he wraps his arms around your body again and snuggles into you, spooning until you both fall asleep.

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year

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[1:12 a.m.]

lee jihoon x fem!reader

smut 18+

“you’re so… wet.”

he sounds surprised. almost awestruck, like he wasn’t the cause of it. like you hadn’t been making out with him and grinding on his thigh for the past ten minutes…

you’d usually feel shy about someone straight up staring at your pussy but you’re too desperate to process the mortifying ordeal of being known perceived at present.

“please, do something,” you beg.

jihoon reaches forward, touching you so lightly you almost can’t feel it. he traces the shape of you, gathering your wetness on his calloused fingers as he continues to tease you.

“jihoon…”

“shh, baby. let me take my time with you.”

“but-”

“do you want me to stop?” he asks, fingertips hovering right over your swollen clit.

“n-no.”

“that’s what i thought. so be a good girl and be. patient.”

#super short and sweet but i needed to get the thots out #seventeen smut #svt smut #woozi smut #jihoon smut #lee jihoon smut #svt timestamps

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sluttywoozi · 2 days

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I KNEW A WOOZI LIVE WOULD HEAL ME

#✨em’s thots and feelings✨#woozi

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wifeyoozi · 5 days

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Uhem any thoughts abt woozi with a reader with big tiddies🤌🏻

I love my woozihoes woozidans

Big tiddies you with big tiddies jihoonie is like epitome of boobs in a room. My boy literally cannot keep his hands off your boobs. As long as you two are in privacy, he needs to keep being in contact with your tits at all times. Even when he's working in his studio, he'll let you sit on his lap and nap as your tits press against his chest, occasionally slipping his hands inside your shirt and palming you. Everytime he feels stress all he wants to do is smush his face in your cleavage. Looooves when you wear tight tops or low neck tops. Will not have you wear a bra at any time as long as you are at home, or sometimes, even in his studio. Loves buying cute and sexy lingerie for you. Loves even more dressing you up in them. Loves the most when he's taking them off. Literally obsessed with your tits. Spends a lot of foreplay time on them, kneading them, sucking on your nipples, biting and marking the flesh of it. Accidentally found once how good it feels when both of you rub your nipples against each other but literally loves it so much he would do it everytime you are going about it in missionary.

#svt #seventeen #woozidans' inner hoe be coming out these days #woozi #woozi smut #svt smut #ceecee thots #ceecee sees

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lanegritaalma · 2 years

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Vernon, Woozi, and Minghao are by far my favorites from Seventeen. Which is biased to say bc Woozi and Minghao are fellow water signs and Vernon makes the funniest facial expressions ever. Like, all of them collectively have “mean” default faces and I live for that 🥰

#this is my diary blog and i will use it as such #I recently jumpstarted my love for Seventeen again #if you haven’t seen my previous thots YES I like mean mugging dudes #Vernon’s default face is straight DONT PERCEIVE ME #Woozi’s default is TAKE ME HOME #Minghao’s default is YOURE STILL TALKING #and I love and live for that equally 🥰#this is so funny bc I know they’re actually sweet as heck and enjoy what they do

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parkinglothater · 1 year

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I think I'm am getting a cold...

#at first i thot the coughing was bc i fucked my throat up #but idk its still continueing and my nose is slightly runny #i feel a little woozy too but idkill b real ive been havkng the harfest time lime #i cant tell when im sober and when im high really #bc i still feel the same dizzy ness and like cloudy thoughts when im sober too

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binsito · 4 months

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Kitty, what're your thots on pervy stepbro!skz? Cause just thinking about it has me going woozi (hehe)

AHHHHHHHHH (those are my thots)

cw: stepcest!!!!!!! dni if uncomfortable, i warned you. proceed with caution,

slight voyeurism/exhibitionism (or mentions of it), mentions of drinking, masturbation, dirty fantasies involving the reader, sex and oral sex (or suggestive scenarios involving it), slightttt noncon situations due to pervertedness, mentions of assplay, cum, all characters are adults who's parents got married later on in their lives (thought i'd clarify just in case). i think i hit the major ones, pls lmk if i missed anything super important

okay bye

bangchan: he is soo sweet. he's incredibly helpful around the house, always offering to clean the dishes after dinner. your mom absolutely loves him. he's perfect, minus his one dirty little habit of asking you to help with the chores. it's not like he needs the help, he just gets a little excited when he sees you bend down to pick something up or go through the laundry because he gets a peek of your pretty thong.

'two of us get things done quicker' he usually says, and of course you don't mind helping him, he's fun to talk to and you also have to carry some of your own weight if you're going to keep living with your mom while attending college.

'i'll treat you for helpin' out' but what he really wants to say is he'll fuck you up against the laundry room's door. couldn't you get the hint? his cock was always rock hard around you, it was painfully obvious. couldn't you hear him through the walls fisting himself while you were both home alone? he didn't care to be quiet at all and he knew you were just choosing to be oblivious.

he was so good! why couldn't you just reward him? he mows the lawn, cooks if he has to, throws out the trash. the least you could do was give your sweet stepbrother your mouth to use around his cock after a long day of hardwork around the house!

and he hates the way you're licking the ice cream he got you for helping. hates the way you look at him and giggle because he knows you know what you're doing to him.

minho: he was bored out of his mind at the wedding reception for your parents. at least his dad was happy for once.

he glanced over and watched you order a drink from the bar, sipping it as you looked towards him. he quickly looked away and chuckled to himself, hoping you didn't notice how his eyes trailed down as he checked you out in your pretty dress. would it be disrespectful to put moves on his new stepsister?

he could ask you to dance, right?

he made his way over to you and leaned against the bar, smiling towards you.

"could i have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

you giggled at him and waved him off, explaining to him that you were to shy to dance.

"well then let's go somewhere private where no one can see us?"

the implications of his words made you flustered. this was your step brother now. did he mean his words in that sense or were you reading into it too much?

(he definitely meant his words suggestively.)

his eyes basically undressing you as you swallowed thickly. he could take you to the family restroom and no one would even know the two of you were missing.

he could easily slip past the huge blend of both families and fuck you outside behind all the cars.

he could make you hold his cum the whole night until your parents went their separate way to their honeymoon together. you could have the whole house to yourselves, fuck on every surface imaginable and no one would ever have a clue.

changbin: he's normally shy, very respectful. very gym oriented - going as far as setting up all his equipment in the garage with your dad's permission. you were interested in his work out routine, asking him if you could join him one day.

he didn't know why that made him so flustered, sputtering while he talked to you and letting you know it was perfectly fine that you used his stuff and joined him. you were surprised how disciplined he was, how heavy he could lift. he was trying hard to keep his composure, trying hard to push down the thoughts he was having of you spotting him.

the idea of you basically straddling his head while he benched was making him see stars. or what if he had you bench press? what if he was the one straddling your head, having you look up at him and see how his cock protruded from his gym shorts, the obvious outline giving away how hard he was.

what if he had you do russian deadlifts, coming up behind you to help with your form, cock brushing up against your ass while he tried explaining how to position yourself properly.

all changbin wanted to do was hold you open over him while he laid on the bench, licking at your cunt eagerly. all he wanted was to take you from behind while you tried to finish doing cable tricep pushdowns.

keyword on tried because he wanted to make sure he'd leave you dumb enough to even forget what number set you were even on.

hyunjin: hyunjin started to catch feelings well after your parents got married, you two just clicked, friendship quickly burning into something so much more.

but he knew you probably wouldn't feel the same, would probably be grossed out by him if he told you he loved you. he didn't want to ruin the family dynamic so he kept his feelings harbored deep within himself.

but his heart absolutely shattered when you brought another boy home, begging him to not tell your mom because you weren't sure if she'd approve of him.

all his hope of maybe one day confessing to you was thrown out the window. did he read you wrong? he could've sworn that maybe there was something there..

and he couldn't sleep that night, tossing and turning as he heard you through the walls, giggling with that other guy and hushing him. warning him that although your parents weren't home - hyunjin was.

but the hushes and scolding did nothing because hyunjin could still hear everything clearly. how you kissed him sloppily, how the bed shifted when he climbed on top of you, how you gasped out when he pressed his cock inside of you.

hyunjin closed his eyes tightly and to save himself from his misery, he pretended it was him between your legs, his hand reaching down to touch himself as he listened in on the both of you. he pretended it was his name that you were chanting. he took note of the pitches of your moans, how they got higher when you were about to cum, how breathy and incoherent you became.

he would do anything to see how your face twisted with pleasure.

at least he could pretend to be the one to bring you to your peak whenever he heard you through the walls.

jisung: living with jisung was definitely something to get used to. unfortunately with the sudden growth of your new family, there was not enough space for both of you to get your own room. you'd be sharing a space until your parents found an adequate place.

jisung didn't mind but you clearly did. having to share the en suite bathroom in the mornings was a challenge.

why did he have to take so long in the damn bathroom?

"jisung! c'mon i'm gonna be late, can't you please hurry up!?"

he always managed to beat you to the bathroon, always waking up early to start his day.

what you didn't know is he was taking care of his aching cock in the shower, fisting himself to the image of you sleeping soundly. he had gotten bold lately, picking the sheets carefully off your body to get a peek at your body, tugging your sleeping shorts to the side to reveal your panties, moving them aside to finally be met with your cunt.

how was it so wet?

could he give it a lick?

he didn't want to be caught.

rubbing himself through his shorts until he couldn't take it anymore, rushing to the bathroom to chase his release.

felix: he knew he shouldn't but he just couldn't help it.

watching you from his bedroom window inconspicuously as you tanned by the pool in your backyard. you looked so pretty, so unaware that he was jerking himself to the sight of you in a skimpy bathing suit. that dumb bikini top leaving little to the imagination, it wasn't your fault you didn't want annoying tan lines. he watched intently as you turned face down in the lounge chair, reaching behind you to untie the straps of your bikini top so they wouldn't leave a pesky mark. you were basically naked, your tits were basically on display for him, couldn't you just sit up and show him? flash him really quickly so he could finish in his hand?

it was torture - having to watch you from afar when he wanted to be down there with you. would you quickly cover up if he were to go join you? or would you barely acknowledge him and continue to enjoy the sun? would you ask him to reapply sunscreen on you? would you let his hands wander, trailing down to your ass to massage them? would you protest if he pulled your thong down or would you let him play with your ass a little?

he wanted you bad.

spurting cum all over himself and making a mess as he let out a loud groan, it must've been loud enough for you to hear and look up from your spot, making eye contact with him through his blinds.

goddammit.

seungmin: your mom wouldn't let you go out to that dumb frat party unless seungmin tagged along and drove you there.

you agreed because you didn't want to lose the opportunity to go talk to that football player you had the hots for.

seungmin thought it was funny, watching you fix your makeup one last time in his car's mirror. there was nothing to fix, you looked perfect in his humble opinion.

he knew you wanted to go to this party because of that guy, he wasn't fond of him at all. you were too good for him and in all honesty, seungmin wanted you for himself.

he wanted you to be his but it was complicated given the fact that your mom was married to his dad.

his advances didn't go unnoticed when he laid his hand on your inner thigh as he drove. impulse thoughts racing through his mind - what if he just turned around right now and took you in his backseat? he wanted to make you forget about that stupid jock.

"minnie?" snapping him out of his thoughts at a red light.

"you're quiet." you choose to say instead of bringing attention to the obvious hand on your thigh

"sorry, just thinking about the one hundred ways i could fuck you and how it would be so much better than that guy you're pining after." he speaks up, driving towards a turn lane to make a u-turn.

jeongin: he always thought you were pretty.

he had seen you around campus but was always too shy to approach you. how would he even start a conversation with you. when his mom told him she had found someone new, he was excited for her but the last thing he ever expected was for the 'someone' to be your father.

you, the girl he so helplessly daydreamed of was soon to be part of his family.

he didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse.

could he push down all the thoughts he's had of you or would he fail miserably. how was he ever supposed to tell you he liked you now?

when your families decided to spend the holidays together, he knew he was going to struggle. cock hard in his slacks as he watched you reapply some lip gloss that had gotten wiped as you drank wine and talked to people.

he felt hopeless.

he decided that socializing would be too much for him in this state of mind so he snuck upstairs, finding his way into your room.

there was a picture of you on your vanity, a pretty bow adorning your hair as you smiled widely. jeongin wanted to make you smile like that, wanted to tell you how gorgeous he thought you were but soon his thoughts became dirty, imagining how he wanted you to smear your lip gloss all over his shaft, peppering his cock with delicate kisses.

he shoved a hand into his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it gently as he grabbed the photo with his free hand.

fuck, you were perfect to him.. the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

his brain became foggy, only thinking about you and you only as he pumped himself-

"jeongin?" you stood at your door, he nearly jumps out of skin, pathetically cumming all over your photo, face burning hot as he looks over at you.

oh fuck, how was he ever going to live this down? how would he even explain this predicament?

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

#binsito #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard thoughts #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stepcest cw #tw stepcest #tw noncon

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kittyhui · 4 months

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rock band au woozi with a tongue piercing eating you out… like… no thoughts head empty

#woozi #woozi thots #woozi smut

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hoeforhao · 1 year

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Was watching woozi's live and the way his fingers work so smoothly and swift on the keyboard had me thinking 'bout ykw😼👀 dang my man's skills would be 🤌🏻

#kpop #seventeen #svtcreations #kpop scenarios #fanfic #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #kpop smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen woozi #woozi smut #woozi scenarios #svt woozi #lee jihoon #woozi drabble #dirty thots #sam writes #sam thoughts

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onlymingyus · 1 year

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jihoon spit kink? jihoon choking kink? jihoon spank kink? jihoon overstimulation kink? jihoon and toys? your thots on all of these pleaseeeeeeee

That's a lot anon.

Spit kink - Yes. I think he'd love the dominance of it. The look in your eyes when he spits on your tongue or just in your mouth and told you to swallow. Pushing his spit into your mouth that might have gotten on your lips with his thumb.

Choking kink - Mild, but it's there. He's too concerned with going too far. He's a strong boy. I feel like he's afraid of losing control and hurting you on accident. He likes a little danger but this is too close to the flames sometimes.

Spanking kink - Very much yes. He loves red, as we know. Seeing your ass, thighs, breasts/chest all red his brain goes BRR. Hearing you count each time his hand smacks your skin the way a moan falls from your dirty little lips with each number? Jihoon is trying hard not to cum untouched.

Overstimulation kink - Ok so, receiving sometimes. He can get whiny and your hand or body moving over him after he has already climaxed can sometimes become too much. He'd let you go for a while but then his hands would hold you in place while he whined in your ear to stay still. Giving, however, the man is a menace. He loves to hear you whine, he'd love to see you cry from how much pleasure he is giving you over and over and over and over and..... you get the idea.

Using toys - Jihoon would only use them on certain occasions. Why use toys when he has a perfectly good cock, fingers that move like fine-tuned machines, and a tongue that can make you sing? However, you start getting bratty? The toys come out because he knows you want him to touch you and he doesn't touch bratty little whores until they can beg for him. Or if he is away for too long he will let you use toys BUT only if you are on the phone or video chatting with him so he can tell you how to use them properly.

#mars.answers #anon #woozi smut #seventeen smut #svthub #woozi thots

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onlyhuis · 1 year

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Helloo I'd like your thoughts and thots on woozi please 🩵

member | boyfriend!woozi x gn reader genre | fluff, smut, headcanons (bullet points) word count | 400 smut warnings | reader is gender neutral! no anatomy is mentioned specifically, use of nicknames (beautiful, princess, slut, dumb whore), dom!woozi

mentions of smut below the cut - minors dni

thoughts:

chill is the word for him. not exactly low-maintenance, but he’s just easy to be around

he definitely considers doing mundane things together as dates. like when he vacuums the house and you keep him company sitting on the couch, reading your book. or when you’re working on a big project and he brings you a plate of food and sits in the corner of the room until you’re finished for the night. or when he goes with you on your morning coffee run and maybe convinces you to buy him a donut from the shop that's across the street from the local starbucks.

but of course he also takes you out on fancy dates! whenever a new gourmet restaurant opens in town you can guarantee he has an in with the owners to get you two a private table on opening night

also he somehow knows everybody so he gets discounts practically everywhere. the movie theater where the new movie you really wanted to see is playing? he got tickets from his friend chan’s nephew who works there. the swanky modern art museum two hours away? his old college roommate minghao is the curator. the up-and-coming artist you just discovered on spotify and really liked? he produced their latest album, backstage concert tickets are no problem. the man has connections in so many places you can’t even imagine.

thots:

he’s a dom, but he’s a service dom. body worship is a guarantee with him. you always end feeling thoroughly satisfied and loved <3

most of the time he loves to praise you, but sometimes you both need something rougher. and that’s when he’ll bring out the big guns

his favorite nicknames, “beautiful” and “princess” turn into “slut” and “dumb whore” (but he’ll always make sure you know he didn’t mean those words once he’s done cleaning you up and you’re both winding down for the night)

he has a collection of various toys (in your favorite colors, of course) saved for occasions like this when you want to be tied up in several different ways and spanked with a wide variety of objects

also when you’re in this mood, he’s a very big fan of marking. especially in the form of bruises on your ass

he would prefer late-night sex but he would definitely be a fan of waking up with your hands down each other’s pajama pants

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inklore · 1 year

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the price of pity

premise: namor can’t blame you for wanting to reach out and touch him, to tease him, to silently beg him to take you upstairs and fuck you into your mattress. he can however blame you for acting so needy the two of you almost get caught.

pairing: dbf!namor x (f)reader

word count: 2.9k+

warnings: namor is a mean!dom it’s canon, fingering, dirty talk, brat tamer!namor, mentions of past p in v, teasing, degradation, nose riding mention, name calling but in a hot way, established secret relationship, age gap (readers in her 20s), mentions of sexting, amenaza means menace.

note: am i addicted to writing dbf!namor now thanks to my fellow whores out there? maybe, possibly, yes. this idea struck me like a punch to the gut and my insides wouldn’t rest until i wrote it so please suffer along with me.

part one | feel free to send more thots on these two!

You’ve come to learn that keeping secrets takes little to no effort at all when said secret is something that makes you happy. Something that brings the sun into your life, making you realize that the light within it before was just artificial lighting. Or maybe it was less poetic than that. Maybe you just liked how it felt to not be at odds with a man you never realized you burned for until he grabbed your face and singed your skin with his lips.

Or perhaps you just liked how much he made you come.

Casually hooking up with someone was not new to you. You’ve had your share of sexual encounters to know what you like, what you don’t like, and the type of person you like said things from. You didn’t expect anything to differ when it came to being with Namor. Didn’t expect it to get past the kiss in the kitchen that had been cut short from your fathers arrival.

You hadn’t expected a text from him that night while you laid in bed, a simple conversation of limits and misplaced guilt and fear that quickly turned into dirty words. And perfectly angled photos of his broad chest and happy trail—a video of his cock in hand following shortly after.

Nor did you expect to end up tangled in his bed sheets days later.

It was hard to wrap your head around something you didn’t impose on happening, didn’t think about happening until his kiss almost knocked you off your feet, and your name coming from his mouth as he came on your stomach had made you woozy.

But this was your reality now, and where shame should have lied, your attachment to Namor had grown.

Like vines wrapping around said shame and guilt and fear of being caught by your father, suffocating it. Letting the press of his tongue and the tip of his cock fully snuff it out until all there was was you and Namor.

And your secret meetings.

Meetings that made you realize—after the first time—your history of sexual encounters couldn’t come close to something like this. Like him. How he made you come undone with only words, the tip of his tongue and nose, a hand at your throat, nails digging so deep into the flesh of your hips from behind that he left you with bruises shaped like little moons to fawn over in the shower.

He had taken what you liked and turned it into true desire. True need.

It almost made you despise him—how he could make you come harder than you yourself ever could. Or how un-smug he was about it. How he still wore that beautiful scowl when he looked at you but now he just smiled a little more. Smirked, Would pull you to his chest when you were coming down and only start fucking you again when you begged him for it.

And it only frustrated you even more—where the despising really came in—when you’d wonder how long this would last.

How long could the two of you get away with this, how long did he want to keep doing it?

They were thoughts you quickly shot down. Let get wrapped up in those vines that were hiding you from the ugly truths and what ifs of this new relationship. If the time came where your father found out you knew that giving Namor up would never be an option. He said it himself: “if I keep touching you, if I let myself cross that line, I’ll never stop.”

And he hadn't.

And while keeping it a secret became easy—with little effort—not being able to touch Namor while he was over, when he came to visit your father, seemed to become more of a challenge with each visit.

There were only so many dark looks from across the room, or sweeps of his eyes up your legs, and upturns of smirks when you accidentally brushed past him or sent him a cheeky text while he shared beer with your father—you could handle. It all ending the same way, reaching the same destination with stolen kisses, a slap on the ass, and the stretch of his cock inside of you when you feed your dad another lie to get out of the house and over to his.

That still didn’t make it easy to pretend like nothing was going on when you could smell his cologne from across the room, or the sound of his deep chuckle making your thighs press closer together. The knowing glances of burning want behind his dark eyes when he caught you staring when you weren’t supposed to be.

So right now, as you sat with your exposed outer thigh pressed against his—as he manspreads on the, now, very small sofa the two of you were sharing—as the three of you watched a game you did not care about; you were going crazy.

Each time he shifts your body moves, pulling you into his frame more and more as if he were calling to your body, like some silent siren song. The pheromones from his cologne clogging your nostrils, the memory of how even sweat slicked against your body—your face buried into the crook of his neck—the musky sea salt scent still sticks to him. Still make your brain cloud over.

The parts he’s touching burn.

Make you squirm on the sliver of cushion his body allows you to have. The insides of your thighs pressed so tight together that your muscles ache; to be released, touched, smoothed over by his rough palms. The longer you sit here the longer your mind toys with the need you feel between your legs. And you really can’t help it. It's as if he’s rewired your entire DNA to crave him, even when you know you can’t. When you shouldn’t touch him—can’t touch him. You know how wrong it is to reach your hand out and let your fingers skate over the seam of his jeans, but you can’t help yourself.

The look he shoots you is deadly, making something dangerous twist at your insides like a bull seeing a red flag.

He’s not amused.

Barely gives you any reactions other than the few deadly scowls. If it wasn’t for the tick in his jaw and how his glare burns a hole through the tv, you wouldn’t think he was affected at all by your little touches—brushes, squirms and noises you’re manically dishing out right behind your fathers back. His recliner angled perfectly out of view of your shenanigans.

Maybe that’s why you’re so wet right now. Why your underwear is sticking to you uncomfortably. The risk of getting caught, of Namor slipping up and showing you the desire he only does behind closed doors right here in the open.

But he doesn’t feed into it. Doesn’t grant your silly behavior with the reaction you went; even if the scowl that’s shadowing his face turns you on more than the lightning strike of his smile.

When your dad stands up during a half time break your body instinctively wants to jump back. Move away from Namor and pretend your body isn’t completely on fire, heated with something you shouldn’t feel for him—try to act as normal as possible. And you’re sure you succeed, like every other time before this. With a soft smile and foe interest at whatever is going on on the tv.

Your fathers words going in one ear and out the other as your eyes blink from the tv to Namor’s side profile. The genuinely friendly smile he gives your dad at whatever he’s saying he’s going to do in the basement, makes your chest swoop. The stretch of his neck, the skin you love to bite and suck at there to hear him growl against your ear. The bump in his nose that you love to feel when he’s eating you out; you’re overheating.

He can’t be mad at you for wanting to reach over and touch him, to tease him, to silently beg him to take you upstairs and fuck you into your mattress—can he? He wouldn’t be. Right?

Wrong.

You realize when your fathers footsteps disappear into the kitchen and the heavy groan of the basement steps being walked on fades into silence. A groan of pain croaking in the back of your throat when Namor grabs you by the jaw, pulling you so very close to his face—too close, too much of an agitated look in his eye for it to be romantic, the type of closeness and grip you’d give to an enemy, not someone you’re fucking.

“Stop.”

The innocent look you give him isn’t a play. Another tease to keep the game going, to let him know how much you want him. He knows. He always knows. No. The look you’re giving him is one you’d give when your jaw is aching from the hold on it and the intensity of the dark eyes burning through you.

“Amenaza,” he sneers in his native tongue. Making your cheeks burn hotter, your voice losing all backing of the tough-teasing-stance you had minutes ago.

“I can’t help it.” You frown, let your palm splay against his upper thigh, “going all day without you touching me feels like a crime.” Your attempts at a teasing joke only make his stare more agitated. The smile you try to surface hard to do when his fingers feel like they're about to snap your jaw in two.

“I’m questioning your smarts, again.”

You start to speak but he cuts you off with harsh words, “if you wanted to be fucked as bad as you’re claiming, you think you would be smart enough to not ruin the chances of it ever happening again by getting caught.” The back of his thumb rubs against the line of your jaw, his eyes making a slow show of tracing the outline of your face from your eyes to your lips and back up again. “Or does that get you off? Getting caught, never coming by my hand–or my cock–again. I used to think you were a good girl. But having seen just how easily,” the pad of his thumb pulls at your bottom lip, “it is to get you cock drunk. I know I was mistaken in thinking that.”

The breath coming out of your lungs in heavy puffs blows against his finger. The beat of your heart against your ribcage makes it even harder to breathe. To function and suffice an argument to shoot back at him. An argument that would just be throwing matchsticks into an already blazing fire; useless.

The pounding between your legs becoming so unbearable you can’t help but try and get some friction by grinding your ass into the couch as subtly as possible. A subtle motion that is just the opposite of what you want it to be, but sends tingles down your spine and relieves a fraction of the ache you’re fighting tooth and nail with.

Namor notices right away. His eyes move down to the movements you halt once you realize the aforementioned lack of subtleness. Your need making you feel girlishly stupid and frustrated.

You despised him. You really did.

“You want me to touch you with your father in the next room?” He questions, looks at you with a curl of disgust on his lips. A look you can’t tell is genuine or not, but makes flutters swarm your stomach either way. He doesn’t let you answer, you’re sure he doesn’t want you to with the way he’s looking at you. With the way he pulls you forward so his lips are now so close to yours that when he speaks again you can feel the brush of his mustache. “You’re such a whore. You’re sick.” His tone low and like gravel against your aching insides.

“You like it,” you breathe. Stare down at his lips before meeting his dark eyes again.

Your retort making the grip on your already stinging jaw press harder into the bone, surely bruising skin, as he grips it harder—tighter, if that’s even possible. The look of disgust setting his brows down even lower, eyes narrowed.

You don’t expect to feel the hard indents of his free hand grabbing the back of your thigh, pulling your legs apart. A slap to your inner thigh making you gasp when you don’t keep yourself spread for him. His silence even more of an anticipation than the feel of his fingertips dancing up your thighs. Slipping past the waistband of the cloth shorts adorning your lower half.

The look that flashes over his eyes when he touches the outside of your panties, feels how soaked they are, makes a pathetic noise hitch in your throat. The gasp you let out even louder when he presses two fingers against the wet fabric, spreading you through them and coming down on your clit. Your fingers digging into the side of his t-shirt to ground yourself. To remind you that your father is just below you. That he’s barely touched you and you’re already so wet and ready for him that just a press of his fingers is making your hips gyrate, and feel close to coming.

“Am I the only one who fucks you like this? Makes you scream when you come?” He had said one night, mouth pressed to your ear as he held you down to the mattress, hips pounding hard against your ass as he fucked you.

And the answer was yes. Just as he doesn’t need to ask you if you’re this wet for him. You always are.

It’s when he finally stops teasing you from outside of your underwear and pushes past them that you can hear how wet you are—that both of you can, if the feral look on his face is anything to go by. The moans that you try to swallow down creeping up your throat like burning coals that refuse to go out. Adding to the symphony of filth you prey can’t be heard from downstairs.

As Namor’s knuckle rubs at your sensitive clit, two fingers push—as deep as your tightness will allow him to go—inside of you, fucking you with them.

“Shut up,” he demands as he releases your jaw to grip the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his. “Keep your pretty mouth quiet, or this will be the last time you get fucked by any part of me.”

And it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever been asked to do.

Trying to keep the burning pleasure that he’s giving you, that is coiling your body like an overworked spring ready to give and come apart, from spilling from your mouth the way you want. The way you need. The way you know he loves.

But think he might love more.

The hard look he keeps flashing from your eyes to your mouth as it hangs open on silent sobs—the hand brushing against the outline of his cock pressing tight to his jeans—letting you know for certain.

His forehead presses to yours as he grunts “you don’t deserve my cock. You’re lucky I’m giving you my pity.” But he makes no move to remove your hand, to stop himself from slowly rocking his hips up to apply more pressure to himself, “so stop being greedy before I stop being nice.” He threatens.

Your palm freezes immediately and pulls away from his lap, the whine you want to let out swallowed down from the blaze of his glare when he pulls his head from yours. When he goes back to watching you, like he’s torturing the both of you. When you’re the one who’s trying not to lose it right now; at his threats, his beautifully deep brown eyes, and the way his fingers are fucking you so deep and slow while his knuckle plays with your clit in the opposite speed, making your legs instinctively itch to close the closer and closer you get to coming.

And you’re so fucking close you want to scream. To cry. To praise him for his pity on you.

“Look at me.” He demands, squeezing the skin at the back of your neck. “You wanted this, wanted to be a whore,” he says the derogatory word like a praise. Liquid smooth and thick with his own obvious lust. “So come for me,” and two, three—four—strokes against your clit and you’re coming. His mouth pressing hard against yours as he muffles the cries you let out. His tongue lapping them from your throat like the sweetest poison.

He doesn’t allow you to catch your breath before he’s pulling away from you though. Removing his hand from your shorts, slipping the two fingers that were inside of you into his mouth to clean, and then he’s righting himself back to normal. Grabbing his forgotten beer and pressing it to his mouth. A smile on his face just as your father walks back into the room.

He doesn’t look to you again until a commercial breaks on the screen and your dad is too busy going off on a tenant over something that’s barely registering in your focus, because your head is still cloudy with coming down—and trying to right your breath without your dad noticing, which is harder said than done; your panties sticking uncomfortably to you now that you’ve ruined them even more.

The heat from him as he leans close to you, lips to the shell of your ear, only reigniting those just sedated aches, as he speaks in a whisper. “You’re not off the hook. My kindness comes with a price and you’re going to pay for it until you’re begging for me to take it away.”

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