⌗✽ 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

but anton didn’t approach you, looks like he has no urgency to as he just clasps his hands together behind his back and stares at the view in front of him with blinking eyes. casual, like he wasn’t already sprouting a hard on within his fitted denim jeans. hmm.. so this is what you’ve been up to, why you haven’t answered his texts or his small shout when he called out for you in the living room. you can see the way he restrains himself though, and you don’t make it easier for him either. you don’t stop, nor move away the vibrator. because why would you stop? why squeeze your thighs together when you’re feeling no humiliation about getting caught by the very same person you wished would be guiding you through an orgasm right now?

you kept the buzzing toy pressed right against your aching clit, even harder this time, because finally. he’s here, and he can help you, and you don’t care about how desperate you might look. he’s just staring at you with his soft light eyebrows raised and his plush lips pursed together, sharp nose scrunching when he sees you noticing him and head slightly tilting with such ease as if he’s trying to figure out the most complicatedly beautiful painting.

if anything, you spread your thighs further apart and allow his hungry gaze to devour you whole, feeling it pass over your shaking body from head to toe in a slow trail before blinking back up towards your face, determining how long you’ve been going at this from just how flushed you were. with his head slightly lowered, he’s gazing at you through his lashes and that’s what breaks you to speak first— cutting the loud buzzing sound of the toy in the rather silent room.

“please—”

“no.” he cuts you off immediately, corners of his mouth curling until his face lines deepen with a grin. he leans back onto the door until it clicks shut behind him, eyes never once leaving yours when he shakes his head. “you got it.”

he’s not one to lose his composure quick either, his endurance can be provoking — adding onto the pool of arousal rolling in waves within your trembling navel. you don’t whine, you just shuffle onto your elbows to get a clearer view of the man. his face is flushed, slightly tanned, still sporting that shiny glow people usually get after a post-beach shower. black polo shirt unbuttoned and tugged tight around his lithe waist and broad shoulders, stretched at his chest and biceps that protrude with his stance. his black hair disheveled, strands falling over his forehead. a summer deity, ready at your disposal. god, you’re so glad he’s home — now it’s a matter of getting his guard as down as yours right now.

anton doesn’t back down from your stare when it turns into a weak glare, doesn’t even let the pout fully form on your lips before he’s cutting that shit off. “uh-uh, i’m not helping, babygirl.” he’s not longer grinning, just blinks and juts out his bottom lip, shaking his head again. expression suggesting that his word is final, like there’s no going back.

and his tone. his tone ever so gentle, voice so calm yet low, assertive with every rumbling word but still soft.

you huff, flicking the vibrator into a higher setting as your hips buck up into the buzzing toy. feels good, even better with the eye candy in front of you, but you would feel lots better with the eye candy replacing it with his fingers or something. “why not?”

“i mean, you were having fun without me anyways, seems like you don’t need my help.” his head tips back against the wooden door, again, in no hurry, but you swear you see his eyes darken when they lower and stay there. clearly entranced. mentally, you suck your teeth and roll your eyes. physically, you pout harder, spread your legs wider.

“but i do, toni.” your sweet tone paired with the beautiful visual of your slick inner thighs, arousal glistening and creating a mess all over the sheets below, you know you have him entranced already. you know he wants to devour you already, that he’s been wanting to. “need you, i’ve been needing you. missed you, baby.”

“oh really?” his head lifts, figuratively and literally perking up, looking back at your face, watching your eyebrows pinch close together at his teasing. he can clearly see it, you desperate mess from head to toe, pleading for him, needing him. you can see the grin forming once again at the thought.

“was thinking bout you,”

“yeah?” a purr so soft, you were almost convinced it was actually sweet.

“been gone for so long, i was gonna melt without you…”

“hmmm.. you sure?”

“anton lee—” your whine makes him finally break out in giggles, pearly white teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he finally kicks himself off the door, hands immediately pulling off his slutty shirt with ease before he’s hovers over your frame. fine, fine, he’ll replace the vibrator with your favorite; his face.

and of course he’s pleased. pleased about the fact that he gets to see this every time he comes home, pleased he gets to finish his schedule and come him to his real vacation between his favorite thighs. taking a good sniff, he groans and his mind immediately blanks, succumbing to the thought; god, he’s missed you even more.

soobin was manspread and arms crossed over his chest, unaware of his flaccid yet slick cock twitching back to life over his tensed thigh, leaning back against the soft chair and just stares at the messy art you and fuma display. he can see the battle between intimacy and unadulterated lust with your movements, the push and pull, the widened to narrowed stares you give each other.

bodies in motion, his head tilts to gather more visuals for his mental spank bank.

and then he thinks a bit crazier; putting himself in a different perspective entirely. that, what if he wasn’t a part of this relationship and was watching from an outsiders perspective? would his body react the same way?

or perhaps, in an alternate universe; you two were the couple and he’d be watching you two in a candid setting, all wholesome and with pure giggles, just interacting. he wholeheartedly believe his first thought would be:

“oh they’re so cute, but i just know this couple fucks so nasty behind closed doors.”

and he’d be so right if, somehow, he was able to see you both completely devour each other’s pleasure, just like you are now.

putting on a show for just him, showing him how nasty you both can really be, on his bed. and he knows you both are still fully aware of his presence, but he’s starting to get the feeling that you’re slowly losing focus on everything except for each other.

an effect that usually happens when you’re in the equation.

… fuck. soobin can see the way you lose composure, how you battle the desire trying to override your every motion and sense, keeping fuma close with your nails clawing into his flexing scapulas to kiss your appreciation right onto his tongue.

the way fuma stops his punching thrusts and resorts to grinding instead as he sucks onto your tongue in response. stopping his lust filled drive to come back down and meet you at your attempt for a deeper connection. drool dripping down your chin, slick pink open mouths sliding against each other, hands gripping bruises onto each other’s skin.

soobin doesn’t realize the slight twitching furrow of his brows from his intense analytical studying, only keeps his hawkeye on how you break apart when fuma coaxes you back up with him once his pace quickens again, coddling you back into insanity and lust when he snaps his hips just right. soobin reels at the visuals laid out before him;

your peeking tongues still pressed flat together after you couldn’t keep up with fuma’s open mouthed kisses from the pleasure you felt, puffing your saccharine noises into each other’s drooling mouths. the pointed tip of your tongue flicking over the middle of fuma’s flat tongue one last time before your head tips back onto soobin’s pillows like a fallen angel.

soobin knows fuma can be more of a menace than him sometimes, seeing it in the way he wraps his plush lips over your tipped chin and jawline to coax more huffing moans out your vibrating throat, then leaning back when he knows your hands will feebly attempt to keep him close.

my poor honey, soobin thinks as he sighs so soft you both wouldn’t hear past your own noises, shifting on the chair with an itch to just walk over and bite fuma for teasing so much.

but he sits still and watches as you stay pliant underneath fuma’s swift hands, raw and bare open, allowing him to press your ankles together and place them over one of his shoulders. soobin stays, watching fuma’s eyelashes flutter shut as he turns his nose into your skin and presses his lips there on the nimble bone while his other hand runs down the expanse of your outer thigh; admiring the small reminders of softness fuma tries to keep amidst his mean hips. just for your sake, since he knows you need a balance.

leaning fully back, soobin knows you’re in good hands. he knows you’re okay when fuma gently unhooks your legs off his broad shoulder and turns you over to one side, guiding your frame into another position. he knows you’re okay when you suddenly stop fuma mid turn to meet his lips in a searing passion, still staying connected even as you fully turn onto your stomach, neck craned uncomfortably back and exposed in an upside down kiss.

soob can see your desperation, how quick you break apart to shift and maneuver feverishly underneath fuma’s frame until your legs spread over fu’s thighs, and how fuma responds by spreading his own to knee you open, like it’s second nature. like it’s natural, perfect, the way your bodies understand what they need from each other.

a smile rises on soobin’s lips when fuma’s broad frame inches closer, head hovers higher over yours so that you could stay comfortable and not have to crane so much to keep kissing, nudging himself deeper within your clenched walls and pressing his pelvis against the fat of your ass. you’ve disappeared underneath fuma, encapsulated completely and all soobin can see was the deep slope of fu’s spine dipping out into his curved ass cheeks and your bent legs mindlessly kicking in the air against fuma’s tensed outer thighs with each shallow rut.

and when you break apart, face falling into the mattress, hair puffing around your face and hands gripping cold fabrics instead of warm skin, the sound of your muffled noises is a symphony in soobin’s twitching ears as his eyes drink in the way fuma curls around your frame to imprint a line of fluttering kisses down your nape and upper spine.

small wisps of softness still bleeding through, heart aching intimacy to let your inner self know you’re being well taken care of. it feels so familiar because soobin told his best friend beforehand exactly what you like, confusing your brain by mixing the soft kisses with his insistent hips.

this is better than any movie he could ever watch. it’s not just eroticism in its rawest form, it’s rhythm, alignment and connection in the most intimate way..

his eyes sparkle at the beauty of your bare bodies when fuma leans back, marveling at the human body and it’s wonders as he watches your ass ripple against the force of fuma’s soaked pelvis and your toes curls when his hand furls around your ankle again.

soobin thought he counted all the beauty marks on both your bodies enough to know where each one was, but his eyes narrow when he sees another on your upper left cheek, right underneath your hip.

and he knows fuma is staring at the exact feature too, eyes shadowed underneath his bangs with his head tilted down, watching as his hips make the small beauty mark dance. he can hear fuma mutter something in japanese under his breath, make out the syllables but it was intonation of his deep voice that had soobin’s teeth biting down harder on his bottom lip.

“cute, so cute when you’re ruined..” voice thick in his japanese dialect, drowning in the sweet puddle of your muffled whimpers warbling in the pillow. soobin feels his own body prickle with excitement, knowing it’s directed for you. and somehow, it makes him prideful, knowing that this cuteness is still all his.

feral, and that’s when soobin sees the switch to lust once again. when fuma suddenly snakes both hands around your hips and pounds into you with one sharp thrust, stopping quick. the veins in his hands protrude as he uses his strength to pull you back with him as a signal, prompting you to respond regardless. he couldn’t hold back anymore; craving to ruin more.

soobin’s rock hard cock twitches at the strangled moan that leaves your sloppy lips at fuma’s urge, and he registered the ache from his blood rushing quicker than he realized, but he’s not focused on himself right now— he’s more intrigued on what fuma’s trying to do.

but it twitches again to a point where he cannot ignore when you let yourself get pulled, following fuma’s silent request immediately and waking your melting body out of the dumbed haze to act. soobin’s fascinated, eyes wide when you shuffle onto your knees and hold yourself up on trembling thighs with the help of fuma lifting you up, lower half now raised high into the air with fuma still bottomed out in your drooling pussy.

he couldn’t help but marvel at fuma’s satisfying hum, the approving nod of fuma’s head, because of how intuned you are with him already, when he pulls you back enough for you to brace yourself on your forearms instead of your squished cheek, when you start throwing yourself back onto fuma’s soaked cock immediately and he slides a hand down the dip of your spine to keep your pace steady. keeping your arch form perfect like a divine sculpture.

soobin could cum untouched at this art.

the constant ripple of your ass in coordination with the bouncing echo of your skins smacking, how your force slightly knocks fuma back even when he meets you midway with heavy thrusts, how your thighs tremble as they slip further apart, how he can see bliss on your bitten lips when your press your forehead against your forearm.

nasty. succumbing to lust once again, pure desire and crude carnal desperation.

that’s what this is.

a perfect blend of devotion and lust between you and fuma; in soobin’s terms, just what nasty is.

but he wonders. fascinatingly intrigued if nasty can change, can be different in fuma’s eyes as they watch what nasty means to you and soobin. it makes soobin wanna have fuma watch how you truly act, how you truly take when you’re with soobin, and he’ll make it happen again— knowing fuma would watch happily like he’s done before.

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