keigo helping you get over your dirtbag bf... soon to be ex
397 words, pure smut, tw i use the word splooge!! cuz i think its hilarious, reader has vagene but genderneutralized
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“He’s such a piece of shit.”
“I know,” Keigo frowns, leaning his entire weight into your side and digging his chin into your shoulder, “Poor thing, you deserve better.”
“It’s just… well…” you sigh, “He’s the only one I can… finish with.”
“Anybody can make you cum,” he blurts, visibly offended, “I could make you cum!”
“Right…”
“I could.”
“I dunno, Keigo, it took him a really long while to find the right rhythm for us. I’ve never been able to just ‘let go’ and cum. I can’t go to anybody and expect anything the first time we have sex.”
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.
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“Ah- fuck- Keigo, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Such a dirty mouth,” he gasps lazily against your lips, as if surprised, still rolling his pelvis into yours deliciously enough to have you mewling louder, “And I thought you were a sweetheart.”
Words are jumbled in the back of your throat, only vowels choking out as spliced, hurried moans. Keigo has your knees itching towards your ears, cock spooning splatters of your splooge with fervor -- an obscene clapping echoing through the room as his thighs batter your own in a matting press. Every slam of his hips into yours makes the couch beneath you spring your ass back up, chasing your best friend’s girth.
“Yeah?” he beats your insides with his cock, unforgiving and cruel and mouth-watering, “Said you couldn’t cum so easy, right?” he’s laughing while your thighs are shaking and you’re squeezing him raw, “So there’s no way you’re about to soak my dick, right?”
“N-no…!” you sputter, though immediately counteract the denial with a pure, low moan. Gasping sharply right as the pleasure welling in your gut spikes.
“That’s what I thought,” he grins blatantly into your cheek, pressing sloppy kisses there when he’s not busy shit-talking, “‘Cuz that’d be crazy. Either you’d be lying about what a slut you are, or I’m just the right one to be fucking you.”
“Not gonna cum,” your words are chopped through clenched teeth, chest snapping into Keigo’s as your back arches, and against all odds you’re miraculously climaxing, “Fuck, ah, shit, ohmygod, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Kei, Kei!”
“Crazy,” he coos, rudely never ceasing his thrusts through your orgasm.
And as soon as he’s finished, he fully plans on grilling you about why you don’t just ditch your schmuck boyfriend for a guy you really like.
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14:54 — are you sick of me? would you like to be? i'm trying to tell you something, something that I already said | lover's rock by tv girl
your coworker sat beside you, scrolling through his phone, watching you from the corner of his eye. mingi thought you were so pretty, but he didn't approach you due to the fear of being rejected.
he often found himself wandering off from his work to talk and hang out with you, taking on extra tasks to walk over to your area of the workplace, admiring you as you were working, even taking his break around the same time you did just to talk with you. he couldn't help himself.
"look at this video." you chuckled, turning your phone around to show him the most random videos off your youtube shorts or tiktok for you page. he thought it was cute how you had to fill the silence.
mingi noticed you were doing the same things he was; drawing random things on his hand, building off his riffs while chatting (which caused him to laugh a little too hard), wearing his coats at the end of the night, even wandering from your own work area to greet him at his own.
mingi cleared his throat, looking at you through his eyelashes, "do you wanna go out sometime?"
he saw you freeze, and he was sure you'd ignore him, but you smiled, looking at him softly, "yeah." you whispered gently, directing your smile to him.
he felt his stomach crawl with butterflies, and smiled himself. you both shared contact information and sent silly photos back and forth to confirm your identities to one another before you both started planning the date together.
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