Pervert

pervert

PAIRINGS: soul x keeho

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

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

A/N: this is just a drabble oops

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was truly and utterly fucked dumb.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pervert.”

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?”

IM IN LOVE WHIT YOUR WRITING THIS IS SO SO SO SO GOOD;";#! #(' – 🪼

WOAAAAH MY FIRST EMOJI ANON!!! IM IN LOVE WITH YOU!! but seriously, thank you for liking my works!!! i love you lots ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

imagine jongseob talking you through it😩😩

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—YUMMYYYYY ANON YOURE SO GOOD the media can’t fool me he is a dirty talker!!!!

You were on your back, your legs over his shoulder. He was absolutely murdering your pussy, grunting with every thrust he delivered to you.

"You like it, huh? You like me fucking you rough?" He was gripping your neck, so you couldn't even respond, but he didn't mind. Your lack of response didn't matter, not when he was pounding your puffy cunt into the mattress.

His hips sped up, and you let out a strangled whine, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. Jongseob grinned at you, his pretty teeth showing through his lips. "Spread your legs a little more, I wanna watch this pussy swallow my fuckin' dick." God, he was filthy, like some kind of sex-demon frat boy.

It was like instinct the way you complied, and he looked down to where you both were connected, groaning at the sight of your pussy stretching to accommodate him. "So fuckin' tight. Lemme work this pussy open, baby."

and don't get me started on when you try to squirm away because he was fucking you so good (∩˃o˂∩)♡

"Nuh, uh, don't you fuckin' run from this dick. You're gonna take what I give you."

omg i need to fuck him now anon you are beautiful i am def gonna add more dirty talk to my fics

SO EXCITED TO READ MORE FROM YOU OMGGGG

I HAVE MY WRITING CAP ON RN!!! TRUST

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FOR MY DRABBLES: look up "bella drabbles" in my saved tags!

pervert - keesoul

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

sweet thing - theotak

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

cherry red - soultak

After teaching Soul how to smoke, Intak learns that high Soul is much more different than sober Soul.

the other woman - jiung

Being the other woman to the hot married man across the street was exhausting.

guilty pleasure - jongseob

Your stepbrother knew you better than anyone.

animal - jongseob

You knew Jongseob didn't love you. Why did it feel so real?

jealousy, jealousy - keeho

Your stepfather helps you shake some stress off.

ride around - soul

Soul was something else when he was doing coke.