Hii… I Wanted To Request Something With Leejeong.. I Don't Have Anything Special In Mind Tho. Just

Masterlist:

Pairing: yandere!sunghoon x afab!reader

Genre: yandere, thriller, horror, slight plot twist

Warnings: heavy yandere themes, obsession, mentions of stalking, murder, violence, mentions of kidnapping [more to be added]

Synopsis: after months of stalking you, he has you where he wants you, luring you to an abandoned house to trap you. but he knows it'll take some convincing for you to fall in love and stay with him, so he makes an offer:

win a set of games he has lined up for you and he'll let you go.

or

lose more than two games and you're his forever.

which will it be?

Start: 18 June 2022

End: -

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Chapter 0: teaser

Chapter 1: Hello

Chapter 2: Month One

Chapter 3: Month Two

Chapter 4: Month Three

Chapter 5: ...

Should I do a fiction based on one of these?? Idk it just screamed good content😊 ofc with the owners consent!!

yandere enhypen ; their most toxic traits ꧂

warnings: mentions of various abuses, implied cheating, self-harm, assault

notes: still kinda blocked and unable to write for the reqs, hopefully this helps 😭

☽ jungwon

➺ isolation: jungwon was able to separate you from all your friends and family in such a short amount of time, by the time you wanted out, you couldn’t go running to anyone.. just as he planned, you belonged to him and only him now.

☽ heeseung

➺ can’t live without you: heeseung is completely convinced that he can’t live if he can’t be with you. he solidified this point by cutting his wrist open in front of you when you tried to leave.. and he still threatens you with that same action.

☽ jay

➺ king of gaslighting: oh my god, this man is so damn emotionally manipulative. he will slap you across the face repeatedly and still make you believe that you deserved it. every single time he hits you, he finds a way to make it your fault.

☽ jake

➺ overbearingly paranoid: jake is terrified of you cheating on him or otherwise trying to leave, so he always wants to know where you are and what you are doing. he even planted a tracking app on your phone when you weren’t looking..

☽ sunghoon

➺ cheater: sunghoon swears that he’s in love with you, but the hickeys on his neck always imply other wise. he laughs at your pained tears and tells you that you’re dramatic because, “it was a one time thing, i’m always coming home to you…”

☽ sunoo

➺ love-bomber: sunoo hides all of his red flags with constant gifts and declarations of love. he is extremely clingy and even when he’s not around you, there is always a feeling that you’re never alone. expect at least 50 texts a day from him…

☽ ni-ki

➺ physically violent: you aren’t sure when it started, but now you never know if ni-ki was ever going to stop hitting you. there were multiple times were he beat you to unconsciousness, and yet you still couldn’t find a way out…

precious ♡

hi hi!! a part two of your Leejeong fic would be pretty much appreciated 😵‍💫 IT WAS SO GOOD OMG love your writing

AWW THANKS SM💗💗 I’m getting to work on this one !! Give me a minute tho I’m working on a jungwon fic !! Stay tuned pls!! And give any other recommendations for bp contestants!! Or another group/ soloist!!

My man everyone

That's definitely him😫

This episode it's definitely one if my favorite

This was such a good read 😋

a nightmare on elm street

18+ minors dni !

pairing. sungchan x fem!reader

warnings. demon!sungchan, dub-con, knifeplay, minor blood kink

For a moment, all Y/N can see is gray.

She’s disoriented, and largely, dizzy. Moonlight filters through her curtains, casting shadows across her ceiling that sway with the rhythm of the leaves from the tree outside his window. She has no idea what time it is, her throat feels dry, and her eyes burn.

She can’t remember what she was dreaming about, or why her heart is pounding so heavily in her chest. All she can recall is the shiver running down her spine, but when she tries to lift her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her face, she finds she can’t.

Oh no.

Her heart sinks with fear.

She can’t move her body. She can’t even move her damn legs.

Her eyes darted around desperately, searching for something, anything, but surprisingly, there’s nothing. Still, she becomes hyper-aware of her surroundings, of every little sound in her room, every little shadow.

She’s next on the devil’s list.

She knows the devil is coming for her.

Y/N hopes she can wake up before that happens.

She doesn’t remember the exact moment she fell asleep, if she even set her alarm on time. She had taken a large number of pills to avoid sleeping, hoping to survive one more night. After Shotaro, Y/N knew she was next.

After all, she was the last one left.

All her friends were dead now. They had died in their sleep in ways no one could explain, ways no one even wanted to explain, actually.

Y/N knew her parents were lying, that they knew exactly who the man with the hat and the strange blades on his fingers was, but everyone seemed too terrified to say anything, even if their own children were dying under strange circumstances. They’d rather refuse to acknowledge that something bizarre was happening than talk about it.

Shotaro had figured it out, or at least, he had an idea of who the strange man could be. They had promised to meet up at a restaurant and find a way to stop him, but Shotaro ended up dying while taking a micro-nap. The autopsy said it was suicide.

Y/N holds her breath when she hears the sound of wood being scratched and light footsteps moving through the room. A scream threatens to rip from her throat, but her lips remain painfully sealed.

She tries to desperately remember her sessions with Therapist Lee. The exercises he taught her to deal with sleep paralysis when she thought all of this was just a series of bad dreams. But the desperation is overwhelming, grotesque, and all she can think about is the sound of sharp blades scratching the wood of her desk and the soft laughter that makes every hair on her body stand on end.

God.

A blade drags across her bare leg. The edge irritates her, but it’s not enough to pierce her skin. Yet.

“You should know by now, love,” he hums in a falsely sweet tone. “That God isn’t here. It’s just me.”

You’re not real, she wants to scream, but nothing comes out of her mouth. It’s just a nightmare, and she can wake up at any moment. She can escape because it isn't real. Still, the devil answers.

“I’m not real? Then how can I do this…?” Finally, her lips part with a loud scream as a blade pierces the soft flesh of her thigh. “Does that feel real, baby? Because it looks pretty real to me.” The nauseating smell of blood hits her nose. For a second, Y/N fears she might vomit on herself.

“Please.” She sobs, pleading. She doesn’t want to die, she doesn’t want… “Please.” That's all she can say. All her best friends are dead, Shotaro is dead too, and now, only she’s left.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll be gentle.” A blade now drags over her left thigh, reaching her underwear. It plays with the fabric until, through the deafening beat of her heart, she hears the sound of the fabric giving way to the blade. Despite the hellish heat in the room, the pain that numbs her body, her skin reacts to the abrupt state of nakedness. “I was so curious to meet you, Y/N, to find out why your friends were so obsessed with you.” The bed dips with every word his lips pronounce. Y/N can’t help but rush to hide his gaze at the window beside him.

She doesn’t want to see. To see what killed her friends, to look into the eyes of the devil and know she’s about to meet the same fate as them. She’s terrified. Can fear kill her before the devil does?

Sweat drenches her forehead, her neck. For a second, all she hears are the furious beats of her heart and her ragged breathing. She shudders as a long tongue traces the path from her collarbone up to her jaw.

“Absolutely delicious,” she hears him whisper. Can it taste the fear on her skin? The horror that wraps around her heart as tightly as a venomous snake?

“Please…” she whispers. Hope is the last thing to go, but Y/N has no hope of getting out alive. What is she even begging for? For it to be quick? For it to be painless? All her friends' deaths were brutal; the pain, the fear, was written all over their faces.

What would her mother find in the morning?

She was scared. So scared. She didn’t want to die.

Why had God abandoned her?

“Look at me, Y/N.” Y/N presses her lips tightly together. She refuses to obey. Tears spill over when a gloved hand grabs her face, forcing her to confront her worst nightmare.

Her breath trembles as she meets those glowing eyes, but she can’t stop staring.

They said the devil was once an angel.

Y/N agrees.

“Do you want to know what Shotaro’s last wish was?” The devil—no, the angel—purrs. His eyes study her carefully, scanning every inch of her skin while his tongue wets his lower lip. The gloved hand, the one without the blades, snakes his way to her fragile neck, holding her firmly.

The mention of Shotaro is enough to clear the fog clouding her mind.

“He begged for mercy, not for himself or his soul, but for you. He wanted to save you so badly that he didn’t even care about drowning in his own blood, as long as it meant you’d be safe from my wrath.” Shotaro, oh poor Shotaro. Always so brave, always willing to be her knight in shining armor. Even in his final breath, Y/N was his priority. “It was a shame, his tragic death. I’m sure in another life you two would’ve been absolutely happy.”

Why? She wants to ask. Why them, why Shotaro, why her?

What did they do wrong? Why…?

“Because sometimes, it’s just the way it is, Y/N. Sometimes life doesn’t have explanations. Because it’s not your sins you’re paying for. Sometimes… all you have left is to accept it.” The blades rise above their bodies, and Y/N braces herself for impact. She holds his breath, closing her eyes, sending a silent prayer, even if there’s no one listening, no one waiting to receive her on the other side.

But the air is brutally ripped from her lungs when, instead of the sharp blades piercing her skin, it’s her poor pajamas that take the hit, barely grazing her skin. Y/N can’t help but gasp sharply, though any sound is swallowed by the eager mouth that crashes onto hers, kissing her carelessly.

The devil’s hand moves from her neck to her jaw, gripping it tightly enough to know bruises will soon form. Y/N isn’t sure if the grip is meant to show her his strength or to stop her from pulling away, even though she still can’t move a single muscle.

The extreme warmth of his tongue is disorienting. It wastes no time chasing her, caressing it, sucking it like candy. Everything about the devil feels scorching hot, but Y/N is too dazed to know what’s happening, to think of anything other than the warmth and the strange tingle that starts to spread in the lower part of her body as the devil presses against her.

She doesn’t know when he climbed on top of her—was it when he ripped her clothes or much earlier? She doesn’t know when she started moaning, clumsily chasing the lips that kiss her with the intent to devour her with each swipe, but she feels dizzy, almost drunk.

“M-more.” She doesn’t recognize her own voice. The plush lips feel absolutely delicious against hers.

“Greedy little thing.” Her eyelids feel heavy, but Y/N still makes an effort to open her eyes and look at the blurry silhouette.

The moonlight partially illuminates his face, revealing the stunning features that had once taken her breath away. The devil is beautiful, so beautiful that Y/N can't help but lean in and capture his lips in a kiss that he doesn't hesitate to return.

A hot, leather-clad hand roams her body, playing with the swelling of her breast, pinching her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Y/N closes her eyes again, giving in to the tingling sensation. The fingers knead her roughly, but the sting is soothed when equally warm lips wrap around the abused skin, licking and sucking.

“M-more.” A bite shakes her hard. Then another, and another. The devil alternates between kissing, biting, and licking the skin on her breast. It’s painful, but it feels so good.

The sound of steel clashing sends a shiver through her, but it’s not enough to dampen her excitement, to remind her of that sticky feeling of fear. There’s more, something larger that Y/N can’t identify. Her head spins.

“Look at you, so wet already with just a few kisses, you're so desperate, Y/N.” Y/N moans loudly at the condescending tone. The leather touches her nether lips, toying with her sensitive, shamefully wet flesh, she vaguely thinks the leather's hardness should burn her, but it only feeds the ravenous hunger.

More. More.

Y/N needs more.

The heat...

Her arms are heavy on the sides of her body, but she can move them after a few attempts under the watchful gaze of the creature above her. Y/N's breathing is erratic, gasps spilling from her mouth without stopping as the devil inserts two long fingers into her interior.

“Take off. Take off.” Her fingers wrap around the collar of the striped sweater he wears, but she doesn't have the strength to undress him herself. The urge hits her like a truck and really, the heat is unnerving, it should burn her, because she's sure it's too much, but it doesn't stop her. “Please.”

It's delicious once their bare skins touch. And / N doesn't realize that she begins to yearn desperately for those long fingers to fill her once more until her ears caught the devil's soft laughter. The blood rushes to her cheeks, to her ears, she's embarrassed but she can't stop, not until a hand buries itself between the strands of her hair and pulls hard. Her hips shake in the air, but she manages to stop at the second tug.

“Do me a favor, dear.” The devil says. He doesn't seem to mind having pulled her hair twice. “Suck this for me, okay? If you do it right, I'll be sure to fuck you deep and sweet.” Her eyes lower to the blades, wide and full of disbelief. She almost wants to refuse, but she knows, deep inside her, that that's not an option. 

Still, the thought of cutting herself scares her and makes her resist until a third tug on her hair makes her open her mouth and cradle the blade on his index finger over her tongue. 

With trembling lips, Y/N wraps her mouth around the blade. The coldness of the metal shivers her, but ignites in her something primal, dark, struggling to come to the surface. 

Saliva pools in her mouth and the nervous gulp causes her tongue to unconsciously slide across the blade. The sensitive flesh snaps at the light pressure. The pain startles her, but doesn't stop her. She can feel the blood trickle from the corner of her mouth. 

The devil's eyes turn bright. The red irises should terrify her, but Y/N is amazed.

Slowly, the devil removes the blade from her mouth without provoking her any more cuts and under her watchful eyes, he brings that same blade towards his mouth, licking the trickle of blood that spilled over the blade.

Y/N sees the appendage bleeding probably in the same way as her poor tongue, but the demon doesn't flinch at it. Instead, he leans over her again to kiss her once more, spilling his blood into her mouth.

The devil kisses her deeply, but it is less chaotic and slower. Y/N tries to follow him even with her limited experience, feeling her tongue throbbing from the cut but the devil comforts her by sucking gently on the sweet flesh until he has Y/N gasping once more.

“Absolutely delicious.” She hears him murmur once they part. His mouth is stained with blood, Y/N suspects hers must be too though she doesn't mind at all. Need courses through her body, she feels eager to take more, to receive more.

The devil holds her by the hips, manhandles her like a rag doll until he places her over her knees. Y/N hastens to hide her face in the pillows, embarrassed by the easy way he opens her up, revealing her dripping pussy but moans anyway when the devil carelessly spits on her.

His tongue runs along her vaginal lips, releasing fire in its wake. Y/N is sweating, sweating in staggering amounts, she gasps loudly and sonorously as the demon feasts on her vagina. His tongue frolics around her hole, teasing as he presses the tip of his tongue, slowly opening her up and then withdrawing.

Y/N moans with pleasure. But at the same time, she feels too embarrassed because her hips begin to chase that damn tongue that burns her skin but makes her feel so good.

A hiss escapes her lips as the devil unexpectedly thrusts his fingers in with a wet noise. He teases her until she cums all over his hand and it's so embarrassing that Y/N sobs against the pillows. But it's not enough to calm the burning inside her.

She needs more.

Her prayers are heard. The roughness with which he moves her revives her dizziness and she feels even drunker. The devil holds her by the thighs, pressing her stomach against the bed, he positions himself right behind her while holding her hips high.

It doesn't take long before she feels the head of the devil's cock penetrate his pussy. Y/N feels herself open, so damn open that she's not even able to hold back the saliva in her mouth. He stretches her to the limit, so good that it makes her hold her breath, but the devil doesn't let her adjust to his gigantic size before he starts to slowly move his hips.

The devil fucks her so well, so deliciously that Y/N feels her head spinning.

Everything around her fades away. There is only her. She, the devil and the heat that licks her skin, that devours her every second. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” She hears him curse above her. “So fucking tight.” The fingers of his left hand bury into her waist as the blades of his right hand bury over her bare back, Y/N doesn't know if it's an oversight, if it's a threat, but the sting of the edge spurs her on. Without thinking, she begins to tentatively pursue the devil's lunges. 

The devil does not delay in establishing a fast and deep rhythm.

The room fills with the sound of slapping, the wetness produced by the rapid lunges, the moans that spill from Y/N's mouth in the same way her saliva spills, and the primal grunts that emerge from the devil's mouth.

“Does it feel good, love, do you enjoy how I fuck your pussy?”. The force with which he presses Y/N's body against the bed causes her to clench her pussy unconsciously. Her hands clench in two tight fists the sheet under her body, above her gasps, she can hear the sound of the fabric giving way under the edge of her short nails.

The devil continues to fuck her until his cock reaches that lovely little g-spot that makes Y/N see stars through her eyelids. She has the urge to pull away, it feels so good it's unbearable but the devil refuses to let her go, pressing that spot over and over again, until she ends up sobbing from the constant stimulation.

He holds her even tighter, presses her until she can no longer breathe. 

Y/N is close.

So close.

The onslaught becomes more and more violent. She no longer has a voice to moan, she can only cry at how unbearably good it feels.

So good. So delicious.

Finally, Y/N cums so hard that her mind fades into unconsciousness as the devil spills his hot seed inside her.

BONUS

“Didn't you sleep well?” Y/N is silent at her older brother's question. 

She really doesn't know what to say. Unconsciously, her fingertips press her lips. The tongue wound seems to have healed, but it is the occasional pain that reminds her of the existence of that small cut. What is now her lovely fate because God has forsaken her.

“Maybe we should go back to therapist Lee, okay? He can recommend some pills to help you sleep.”

But sleep isn't the problem.

Y/N actually sleeps.

She sleeps so much that it's starting to affect her academic performance, the little social life she's gathered after moving out of town after all of her friends died and their parents began to question why she was still alive, it's the demon in her nightmares that won't let her get a good night's rest, that continues to use her body and torment her mind.

Still, she can't tell Eunseok that.

She can't tell him that she has a serial killer demon obsessed with her, that she can't escape. She can't worry him anymore, so she ends up nodding, hoping that it's enough to reassure him.

Y/N thinks this is better than being dead.

Or at least she tries to convince herself of that.

one last time.

“young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes.”

lee ch. anton. cws; toxic relationship, smut, angst, coercion, physical violence(a few slaps here and there). dub-con that’s heavily dick-riding non-con. sungchan + wonbin play a small role. alludes to said roommates joining.

hi, yana here. ik you expected to see writing but i just want to start by saying i do not condone any of the actions that i wrote here. sure i wrote it, but it is called dark fantasy for a reason!! and if you don’t like it well, womp womp ig. you clicked even after seeing my very descriptive warnings, cough dub-con that’s heavily dick-riding non-con. anyway, enjoy lovebugs!!

all good things come to an end. but this was far from good and he refused to let it end.

harshly yanking at hoodie of your jacket, anton pulled you back into his bedroom of his shared apartment. letting you tumble over into the hardwood, he slammed the door of the room shut — blocking your only exit with his own body. the silence lingered as you slowly pulled yourself from the floor, fingers wrapping around his bed frame for support. watching as you struggled to riize to your feet, anton waited until your gaze met his.

“we aren’t breaking up. we aren’t supposed to break up. . .” voice hushed, a small smile crept onto his lips as he approached. arms ready to pull you into a hug, voice ready to spew out empty promises and apologies — like the last time. but this time was different. instead of letting him pull you in, you’d quickly dodge his advances.

you had let out a rather drawn-out sigh, followed by a few deep breaths — it was about time whatever this was ended. lips parting, anton waited to hear — and in the end, ultimately ignore— whatever you had to say. “no. we are breaking up this time. i can’t do it anymore. i can’t do this anymore.” you spoke with your arms wrapped tightly around your body, eyeing the door that was a few steps away. thinking of his roommates that were a few doors down.

they would help you if needed, right?

while your eyes were trained on the wooden barrier, anton was in a world of his own. it was almost as if his whole demeanor flipped. the weak smile he once had on his face being replaced with deep frown. eyebrows knitted together as the realization and weight of your words set in. you were trying to leave him for no reason.

truth be told, there was a reason. multiple reasons. and this was one of them — never accepting that he was in the wrong. because he always had to be right, no matter the how severe the circumstances maybe be. and in his mind, that rule applied to this situation.

eyes glossy, the anger he was feeling was enough to nearly make him shed a tear. fist clenched, his jaw tightened as he followed your eyes to his door. figuring out your plan as soon as your body did as much as shift. “you’re not leaving. . .” voice shaky, your attention would quickly turn back to him. taking note of his body language — that unmistakable rage lingering in his gaze. clearing your throat, you went to speak. only to be quickly cut off by his voice, this time he was louder and more intense. “you’re not leaving until i get to feel you…one last time. i won’t let you leave and they won’t let you leave either.”

eyes blown, his sentence did nothing but scare you blue. he wouldn’t force himself onto you. sure, he’s a bad boyfriend by all means.

but is he truly a bad person?

“don’t say that, you’re scaring me.” a tremble present in your voice, you were quick to beeline it towards your only exit. hands harshly tugging at the ice cold metal of his door, it dawned upon you that it was being blocked.

blocked from the outside.

fist banging on the wood, you used all your body weight in attempts to push whatever it was out of your way. all while anton would do nothing but watch as you attempted to get away. he would only stand there, because he knew there was only one way out. messing with the waistband of his basketball shorts, he couldn’t help but to get slightly turned on by the way you desperately tried to force the heavy wood open. but it wouldn’t get out of your way — they wouldn’t get out of your way. they being the two other individuals that your soon-to-be ex boyfriend lived with — sungchan and wonbin.

it wouldn’t click at first, until they were quietly answering your cries for help. through the cracks of antons’ bedroom door, your pleas to be let out being answered by the people who kept you in. muffled just let it happens and ‘m sorrys’ filled your ears. fear completely set in as you accepted that you were locked in. halting all movement, you truly left with one option and one option only.

get it over with.

arms falling down to your sides, anton was quick to yank your body over to his bed. he wasted no time positioning you onto your stomach. propping your legs up, his hands were greedily tugging at the rough fabric of your jean shorts. disregarding the way it harshly rubbed against your skin and the way your hands pushed at his— your resistance only irritating him. slapping the exposed fat of your legs as a nonverbal threat.

turning his attention to his own clothing, he pulled his pants, along with his briefs, down to his knees. slotting in between your exposed legs, anton didn’t bother with removing your panties. hooking two fingers onto the side of the material, he admired the way the thin fabric stuck to your folds as he slowly pulled it out of the way. “i’ll convince you to stay. can’t lose this..” mumbling under his breath, anton tuned out your heavy breathing and snuffles.

leaning over your body, his hand situated itself ontop of your head. pushing you down further into the mattress, he used the other to slowly stuff his tip into your cunt. using that same hand, he pushed up the thick hoodie that covered your torso — exposing the flesh of your back.

dragging his fingertips along your spine, he waited until your body relaxed ever so slightly. using the moment to push himself past your gummy walls. gripping onto your waist, he started off brutal and stayed brutal. the sound of skin and your muffled cries echoed through the room.

the noise inevitably covering the creaking of the door and the footsteps that followed.

hai, yana here. again. first henderyuni post, how we feeling? i’ll tell you how i’m feeling. ending? rushed. am i satisfied? very. are you satisfied? hopefully. part two? don’t ask. hope you have a lovely day hotties. i love you pls don’t die. also did we like my riize pun? pls say yes…

Inbox is open!!

LITTLE BOY

Terazono Keita x Afab!Reader

Prompt: 11-"shh. i’ll take care of you “ ;13- ”can i eat you out?”

Warning : Oral; hair pulling

the weather was pleasant, you and keita on the sofa in the living room, lying together watching television. he's always been a born enthusiast when it comes to lying between your legs, hugging your date in the form of comfort, nothing fancy, just the comfortable vibe you two always share.

“can i eat you out?” he started, he looked neutral with small eyes in your direction as if somehow he would wait for whatever the answer was to do what he had been asked. you on the other hand looked at him a little uncertainly, trying to take it in, before shyly agreeing to the proposal. anyway what would be the problem? It was just the two of you standing there doing nothing much, so you just nodded and with the beautiful smile keita have down your body, still between your legs. you watch him make his way,not fully realizing what was about to happen.

keita gently remove your clothes, without delay, keeping you exposed to him completely in moments, he is worshiping you again, touching your skin gently, holding your legs open for him, kissing your inner thigh, you feel the soft touch. Your air missing every time he makes more mention of getting close to your intimacy. Too anxious about what might happen next.

Keita is just touching you in the most gentle way possible, making sure you are feeling him completely, you who little by little were getting more breathless, feeling everything contract already just from that. Just Keita's teasing seems enough to send you into a complete meltdown .

you moaned at the first touch of his tongue. Keita has always been so kind, in moments like this it doesn't change, how he glides knowing every space, pulling out the first sighs as if they were nothing. Your fingers went to meet his dark strands, wrapping themselves with surreal ease, the moans falling from your lips in a way to demonstrate your satisfaction.

Keita moved to his rhythm, smearing everything that was fit for him to smear, sucking your clit whenever he returned to the starting path, making your hips move involuntarily.

“K-Keita…” you called to him in a rather silent way, biting your lower lip to contain the despair and then feeling it stop

“shh, i'll take care of you " he said low, leaving seals on your intimacy, going back to what he was doing right after, your fingers wrapping more and more in his hair, whenever some more drastic movement was made you pulled them to relieve yourself of tension, also making keita moan against you, vibrate against your clit to honor your moans of pleasure.

Your skin trembled with desire, now hot and sweaty, your whole body stimulated by even the smallest act of keita as he licked all of your intimacy without mercy, like the good hungry man he is, sucking everything without leaving a single trace, devoted to your moans and sighs, the way you call him and tell him that he does you so good, the cut moans, the way you close your leg when you're close to your limit, your body levering and your back bending. His hands roamed inside your shirt, searching for your soft breast, clumsy but wanting to feel it even just a little, a mess of sensations and sounds, you roll your eyes in accumulated desire, panting and pulsing desperately, when you lacked air you already knew what it meant and then let it come, reveling in the orgasm. Keita fervently sucked you until the end, while you tried to fuck against his mouth and then sprawled on the couch so exhausted.