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PAIRING: Choi Jongho x FtM/Afab Reader

WARNINGS: Anatomical terms like (pussy, clit), dirty talk, teasing, masturbation, pussy eating, creampie, cum eating (tell me if I missed anything)

WORD COUNT: 4k+ words

SYNOPSIS: One night, while drunk with Jongho and the rest of Ateez, you accidentally admit that you want Jongho to fuck you. How will he react?

A/N: Please excuse any mistakes! Feel free to give me any suggestions/prompts via my ask box <3

That following morning, you wake up with your head pounding. And then you start to notice how stiff your body feels. When you finally open your eyes, you realize you’re not in your bed. Matter of fact, you’re not even home.

You sit up in a panic, but quickly realize you were at Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho’s dorm— where everyone gathered last night to drink until they passed out. It slowly came back to you, but you were more focused on the fact that you had been passed out on the floor. Inches away from the couch.

Once you calm yourself down, you notice the jacket on your lap that you had been covered with. When you pick it up to inspect it, you realize it belonged to Jongho. It was the jacket he wore last night. You can’t help your fluttering heart, thinking about him being just as drunk as you but still going out of his way to be a gentleman.

But the sweet moment only lasted a second more before you heard a groan from the hallway. You tried your best to stand, Jongho’s jacket still in your arms as you stumbled trying to catch your balance.

Looking around the house, you cringed. It was a mess. And all the members of Ateez were also passed out in random places. Except Jongho, who was the one groaning in the hallway.

He clearly just came out of his room, probably struggling to stay upright. At least he got to his bed.

And then there were images of last night hitting you like a truck and flooding your mind all at once. When you met Jongho’s eyes from across the room, you froze.

“Jongho…” you say from where you sat on the couch next to him, both of you drunk and singing along to whatever songs were on. All the other members were playing in the kitchen.

You couldn’t even see straight, or talk without slurring your words.

He turns his head towards you, and you’re barely aware of how close you were. You smile and put your hand on his thigh.

“I want you to fuck me.”

As you watch his eyes widen, the moment was suddenly interrupted by Mingi’s loud voice, “Guys! Come play this next round with us!”

Before you could even think to speak, both Mingi and Yunho were pulling you guys to the kitchen. You almost immediately forgot about your confession since you were so drunk, and it seemed as if Jongho did too.

You shake your head, not wanting to remember anymore. You slap your hands over your face and rub your eyes, “Jesus Christ…”

“Headache?”

You lift your head in confusion. Did Jongho not remember? If he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking so casually to you like this.

Clearing your throat, you drop his jacket to the floor so he wouldn’t see you had it, and nod, “U-uh… yeah.”

He hums and makes his way to the kitchen, with you slowly following. You lean against the counter and watch him pour a glass of water. He hands it to you.

With his arm outstretched, he looks at you with unwavering eyes. You silently confirm it in your head. There’s no way he remembers. He wouldn’t be that calm.

So you smile sweetly as always, taking it from him and trying to ignore the way your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers brushed together, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You look into the living room and look at the members’ sleeping faces while you sip on the water. It seemed like everyone collectively agreed to sleep on the floor.

Jongho started brewing coffee, “Do you want me to make you some?” He asked with his back turned to you, “It’ll help with the hangover.”

Honestly, you couldn’t even handle being alone with him right now. Well, as alone as you could be with an apartment full of unconscious men on the floor.

Coffee sounded amazing, but you needed to get out of here. You begin to quickly drink the rest of your water, a feeling of unbearable anxiousness in your chest.

When you finish, you place the glass down and go to the cabinet to grab a trash bag, “I’m gonna clean up and then go home, alright? I’ll get coffee on my way back.”

Reaching up to open the cabinet, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. It startled you, and your body went hot. You turn your head to see Jongho inches away from you, and you lock eyes again. You wanted to die. You couldn’t help the dark blush that spread across your face.

“I’ll make them clean up after themselves. I’m sure you’re tired, so you can just go home. I’ll walk you to your car.”

His hand drops from your back. You shiver.

“A-are you sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

So you both put on your shoes and walk out the door. He gets the elevator for you, and it was dead silent. Even the walk through the parking lot. At times like these, you wished Jongho wasn’t a gentleman.

You stop by your car and turn to him awkwardly, “Um… thanks. Thank you,” you go to open the door, your anxiety still pounding in your chest. But then he speaks, halting your movements.

“Did you mean it?”

Your hand stays firm on the handle, your stomach suddenly in knots. You honestly feel dizzy, blood running cold as you hoped and prayed he didn’t mean what you think he meant.

“Mean wh-what?” You respond in a near whisper, unmoving. You couldn’t face him.

“What you said to me last night.”

You can’t breathe.

His tone isn’t angry, but it’s firm. You can tell he’s serious. When you’re quiet for a bit too long, Jongho’s hand slams against the car window. His palm flat against the glass as he traps you there, his chest brushing slightly against your back.

“I know you remember.”

You jump at the sudden movement, and then your body stiffens. You clench your jaw to hold in the gasp that almost threatened to come out, breathing heavy and unsteady. You could hear your heart in your ears.

You can feel him leaning in closer then, his breath ghosting your neck. He’s looking at you through the reflection on the window, and you’re looking back. His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Did you mean it…” he spoke slowly, gaze unwavering, “When you said you wanted me to fuck you?”

The atmosphere was suffocating. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was as if your silence confirmed it, because he hummed and stepped away.

“Don’t worry,” his tone was casual now as he turned to leave, “I want you too.”

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“You’ve been a lot clingier with Jongho lately,” San says before he shoves a bite of food in his mouth. Next to him was Wooyoung, both sitting side by side across from you and Jongho in the booth of the restaurant they brought you to.

“He has!” Wooyoung perked up, as if he’d been thinking it at the moment as well.

You and Jongho were sitting a bit too close, him silent as his hand groped at your bare thigh under the table. You were trying your best to keep it together, joining in the conversation every once in a while or laughing to make everything seem normal.

When in reality, you were fucking soaked. The feeling of Jongho’s strong hand on your thigh made it extremely hard to focus. Why now, and here out of all places, has he decided to make a move?

It’s been over a week, nearly two, since the incident. And not once has Jongho acted any different, or made any sort of move. You had been restless, waiting for a sign. But you started to lose hope, and your insecurities took over.

You even questioned your sanity at one point. Did Jongho actually confess? Did you hear him wrong? Maybe he changed his mind.

It was torture, pretending everything was normal around him and everyone else. He never even gave you a lingering glance. So why now?

“H-have I?” You stuttered, laughing a bit too nervously as you fumbled with your chopsticks to take way too big of a bite so you wouldn’t have to talk.

You glanced over at Jongho, who had no expression on his face. As usual. And then his hand snaked further up your thigh, pushing up your shorts. You nearly choke.

Wooyoung narrowed his gaze, “And how come he lets you hang all over him? I thought you hated skinship!”

Jongho raised his head at that, now looking at the two.

“Why don’t you hit or push him away like you do us?” San added.

He blinked a few times, all while his hand was grabbing at your inner thigh. He made you spread your legs, pulling one close to him so your thighs were touching. You actually choke this time.

“Hey, you okay? Do you need the heimlich?” San asked like a worried mother, and Wooyoung pushed your drink towards you as you coughed violently, beating on your chest.

Jongho removed his hand from your thigh and started patting and rubbing your back, grabbing your drink for you and holding it as you sucked on the straw.

After you slightly recovered, you take the drink from Jongho, “Ah… thank you—“

Then suddenly, his thumbs are brushing against your cheeks to wipe your tears. When he looks into your eyes, his movements halt, and your chest feels hollow.

You felt something deep inside, entranced by his beautiful eyes. But the moment only lasted a second before he cleared his throat and looked away— burying his face in his food.

San and Wooyoung just watched in silence, with Wooyoung biting back a big shit eating grin.

The rest of the night was fine. Jongho didn’t touch you again, and he barely spoke to you… but it was fine. You were riding in the backseat with him, San driving and Wooyoung in the passenger seat. They were having their own conversation, and you just stared out the window.

You honestly felt depressed, and it would’ve been clear if the car wasn’t so dark. The only indication anyone had was your silence, which wasn’t exactly out of character for you. But you didn’t care right now.

It was upsetting, being teased, thinking you might finally get what you’ve been wanting, only to be ignored. You were frustrated, and tired.

And then, you felt Jongho lean in.

He brushed your hair behind your ear and whispered, his voice low and silky smooth, “When we get back, I want you in my bed immediately. Undressed.”

Your body ignited almost instantly, throbbing with the most intense desire you’ve ever felt. It was debilitating in the moment, making your head spin with the thoughts you’ve been trying to push down forever.

And then San pulled up to the dorm building, where Jongho, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong stayed. San was sleeping over, just like you were, so you all headed up to the apartment in mostly silence.

“Hongjoong won’t be home tonight, so he said you can sleep in his room,” Wooyoung said as he unlocked the front door, “We’re gonna hang out in the living room if you guys wanna join.”

You glanced over at Jongho and then back to the other boys, “Uh… I’m actually quite tired. And Hongjoong’s bed is comfy, so I’ll just go to sleep now,” you smile softly, “But I’ll make it up to you guys by cooking breakfast in the morning.”

You say your goodnights, and Jongho distracts them while you slip away to his room.

Being in Choi Jongho’s room made your heart flutter. He’d never let you in before. It smelled like him, and your body started getting hot. Skin prickling while you looked around.

Hesitantly, you began undressing. Removing one article of clothing at a time, slowly as your hands shook. You felt so insecure in the moment, wondering if Jongho would really like what he saw.

Once fully naked, with a slight chill to your skin despite being on fire with lust, you climb into his bed. Leaning your back against the headboard. Filled with the smell of him, you grip at the sheets. Just being naked in his bed made you unbelievably horny.

You could feel yourself dripping in anticipation. Your chest was heaving. One of your hands rested on your lower stomach, and you could hear the sound of laughter in the other room.

It was hard, your clit. Throbbing, even. Your legs spread, and your hand inched lower and lower. Until your fingers come in contact with your stiff length.

You moaned, “Jongho…” and let your fingers trail even lower to tease your dripping hole. You kept your eyes closed, whimpering while you imagined Jongho’s touch. And then they slipped inside, reaching as far as possible.

You were so wet, you could feel it dripping down to your ass. And you weren’t even worried about making a mess right now, pumping your fingers in and out your pussy. Filling the silent room with lewd noises.

“Fuck,” you whined, “J-Jong—“ you fucked yourself harder, curling your fingers and ramming into your g spot with a desperation that you’ve never felt before.

And then, the door clicked open. You almost didn’t hear, until it loudly closed.

You jumped, startled, and pulled your fingers out immediately. You close your legs and wrap your arms around your chest, snapping your neck towards the doorway. It was Jongho.

Your face flushed a deep red, and you opened your mouth to speak, before he interrupted you.

“Were you touching yourself?” He spoke, his soft voice ringing in your ears. But there was an obvious hint of dominance behind it. He locked the door, and let his jacket slide off his body and to the floor.

Your throat suddenly went dry, “I—“ you swallowed as you watched him undo his belt slowly.

“You want me that bad?” He sounded condescending, his eyebrows raising. Your eyes dart to the belt that thunked on the floor, and quickly back at him.

He smirked, walking closer, “What’s the matter, baby?”

Baby. Hearing that from him made you weak. Your body trembled, and your insides ached.

He climbed onto the bed, “Have you changed your mind?” Getting real close until his body hovered over yours.

You didn’t hesitate even a second to shake your head, chest heaving as your blood pumped violently in your veins, “N-no.”

“Then…” he grabbed onto your knees and pushed your legs apart forcefully, “Show me how you were touching yourself.”

When he forced your legs open, you couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped your throat. Desperate and whiny. Filled with pure lust. His strength made you gush with even more arousal.

He looked down, and you saw his eyes sparkle. One of his eyebrows twitched. He exhaled heavily, “God… you’re this wet for me?”

He licked his lips while your hand trailed down the front of your body to rest on your pelvis, “I can’t help it…” you spread your folds for him, your clit throbbing, “I need you so bad.”

You can see him clench his jaw, and his hands slide down to grip at your soft thighs, “You’re fucking soaked baby…” he pressed against you, making you feel his clothed erection. You were taken over by an intense heat, and you began touching yourself like he asked.

He smiled and lifted his shirt up over his head, pulling it off and exposing his soft, naked torso. You were almost drooling, fingers slipping inside your hole once again. He was so hot, and so close. You couldn’t take it.

“Kiss me. Please.”

He obliged, smirking before allowing your lips to meet. You moaned as soon as they did, melting into the softness of his. Your free hand going to touch his chest, while the other pumped faster.

The kiss was quick, sweet, and electrifying. You begin to whine in protest when he parts, almost opening your eyes, but Jongho drinks your voice as he kisses you again.

This time, slipping his tongue into your mouth. All the while, his hands were roaming your naked body. Feeling every inch, groping everything he could. You were so close, his clothed cock pressed against your soaking pussy, and the rough material against such a sensitive place made you even hornier.

You moan into the kiss, falling apart at the seams while you tasted him. You felt hollow, almost like you were floating. You couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, and you realize how long you’ve wanted this. How long you’ve needed this. You take out your fingers and start moving your hips against his, soaking through his jeans as you rubbed against him.

You deepen the kiss then, tilting your head ever so slightly to taste more. You can hear and feel his breath getting quicker by the second, his hands getting needier. Scratching lightly down your ribs, gripping at your hips, and coming back up to graze over your nipples.

And eventually, he was moving too. Your hips were in sync, parting your lips to take in air for only half seconds. You sucked on each other’s tongues, bit each other’s lips, moaned in each other’s mouths. It was pure bliss.

Your hands go to his shoulders, squeezing the muscles, and then he finally breaks the kiss. Your eyes open, your vision hazy, but you’re focused on the beautiful man above you. He’s panting. His lips still parted, eyes hooded and staring.

Still out of breath, he places hot wet kisses down your neck, snaking his arm under you when you arch your back.

“Fuck,” you roll your hips more, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He sucks and nibbles at the sensitive areas of skin, and stops by your ear, “Undo my jeans.”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you absolutely didn’t want to hesitate. He reattaches to your neck, eventually going for your throat to bite harder and leave darker marks.

Your shaky hands slide down the front of his body to his jeans, and you fumble with the button until you get it. And then you pull down the zipper.

You take a moment to feel everything. Jongho’s soft lips exploring your body, his nails digging into your waist, the waves of pleasure every time your chests touch. His scent is so thick, so strong. Nearly suffocating, in the most addictive way. And then you set him free.

His pants and boxers are pulled down to his thighs, and he hums in your ear. His actions pause as he maneuvers them all the way off, and you finally look at his fully naked body once he sits back on his knees.

“Jesus christ—“ you almost choke. His thick thighs looked even better uncovered, and my god his cock.

It was hard and pulsing, his flushed tip peeking out of his foreskin. He was above average in length, thick, and his balls were big and full.

He reached down to cup his balls and squeeze, “Is this what you want?”

You have never seen this side of Jongho before. The confidence was oozing off of him, and rightfully so. You spread your legs impossibly wider, your hard clit throbbing just like his dick.

“Please.”

Your voice was hoarse. You couldn’t stand another second without his cock. So he grabs you by the waist and pulls you down the bed, until your soaking pussy comes in contact with his length. His warmth radiated through your core, and hold onto his biceps.

“So fucking wet…” he sighs, grabbing his cock and rubbing against your clit. Poking your hole and then sliding through your folds again.

“Shit,” you swallow hard, “Please fuck me, Jongho. Please. I need you so fucking bad.”

He looks you in the eyes and wastes no time sliding his dick in, not even giving you a minute to adjust to the size. He seems to smirk at your expression, one mixed with pleasure and pain.

You gasp, arching your back as your eyes close. He hits your cervix, and you can feel his warm balls against your ass. Your nails claw into his biceps.

“Look at you…” he cooed, his right hand running down your body as the left grabbed your thigh and pushed your leg up, “That pussy opened up so good for me.”

His words made you throb around him, and you could hear his breath shake slightly. His self control was amazing… but there was no doubt he was just as pent up and horny. Just feeling how stiff he was inside you was proof enough.

You open your eyes, and you reach out to pull him in so you could kiss along his jaw. He moans, and you feel him pull out halfway— dragging along your walls. And then he slams back in, making you cry out a bit louder than you should have.

“J-Jongho!” You bury your face in his neck, whining into his soft skin as he continues to ram right into you with deep strokes. Ones that nearly take your breath away each time.

“You’re doing so good,” he says lowly as he looked down to watch the way your pussy swallowed him, “Just keep taking it like that, babyboy.”

“Oh my god—“ you gasp and cling to him tight, feeling your body start to tingle as the sound of him fucking you filled the room, “Fuck! Fuck me!”

You don’t even think about San and Wooyoung in the other room, how there’s no way they can’t hear you right now. Because Jongho’s dick felt way too good… and his moans were becoming more frequent. And they were right in your ear.

You could hear his labored breathing, his groans, his gasps. And then he sits up, manhandling you and pushing your knees up to your chest. The way he effortlessly maneuvers you has you even more breathless than before. He pulled his dick out of your tight hole, and he bends down until his mouth is on your pussy.

As pathetically easy as it was, you felt yourself getting close just from feeling his tongue press flat against your slit. You grip the sheets, “H-holy— Wait!” Your abdomen tightens and your thighs begin to shake even harder, “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum Jongho!”

He huffs out a laugh against your pussy, and takes your clit into his mouth. Your hole is clenching desperately around nothing, and you swear you’re about to faint. His tongue swirls around the tip, and you’re done for.

“Cumming,” you hiss through your teeth, “Goddammit, I’m cumming!”

You cum harder than you ever have before right then, watching him suck you off. You scream his name along with a string of curses, seeing literal stars, and your eyes close on their own. Still not even down from your high, your chest heaving, you’re suddenly full again.

In the same piledriver position he’s so effortlessly keeping you trapped in, he’s forcing his cock back into your clenching hole. And he wastes no time at all fucking you deep.

You’re a whimpering mess, writhing under him as your hands outstretched to grope his chest and stomach.

“Fuck baby—“ he moans, pounding you senseless, “Pussy feels so fucking good.”

His noises were getting louder and more frequent, and it was like music to your ears. Each noise made your stomach twist and turn, and the world around you melted away as you begged for more.

“Keep going,” you gasp, “Don’t stop! You’re so deep… Fuck!”

You’re driving him crazy, and he’s gripping your thighs so hard that it’s sure to leave bruises.

And then you feel his strong hands flip you over. You let out a huff as your chest hit the mattress, stunned by the sudden change in position. He’s rubbing and squeezing your ass, admiring it.

“God you’re so sexy,” he spanks you, and you moan into the pillow as you grip the sheets. You can feel the tip of his cock poke your entrance again. You arch your back for him.

He shoves himself back into your soaking wet pussy, letting his pure primal need take over as he destroys you. One hand on your back, the other spreading your ass.

“Shit, I’m getting close—“ he nearly whines, throwing his head back as you start moving in time to match his thrusts.

Your body is numb and tingly, and your stomach filled with a deep pleasure that signaled you were about to cum too. Again.

Jongho is fucking you straight into the mattress, having no mercy on your pussy. He’s showcasing his strength, using you exactly the way he wants to. And it made you weak.

You couldn’t even speak, and then you were sucking him in with your orgasm. Your slutty cries were muffled by the pillow as your hole throbbed around his thick cock, feeling it wreck your entire being.

And then his thrusts lost their rhythm, “Ohh shit…” he chokes, “Just like that, baby, fuck. Cum on my cock!”

“C-cum inside me—“ you struggle through the overstimulation, “Ple-please… Please give me your cum.”

Your desperate voice echoes in the room, and he’s suddenly releasing deep inside of you with hard thrusts. His moans are guttural as he milks his cock with your pussy, ramming straight into your cervix each time.

He’s muttering your name, his voice is even breaking, “Shit! Ah— Fuck! Take my cum baby—“

His hot seed paints the inside of your walls, and all you can do is whimper into the pillow. You’re trembling and breathless, and he thrusts a few more tired, shallow times before slowly pulling out and gently lowering your ass back down.

You let out a deep breath as your body relaxes against the mattress, laid out and used before him. And you can feel his hands gently rubbing down your back. He’s still breathing hard, clearly trying to come down too.

“Jesus,” You sigh, feeling his cum start to drip out. He’s spreading your asscheeks and watching it ooze down to your clit. You’re still throbbing, but then you feel his warm mouth on your hole.

“Ah!” You gasp and your eyes roll back, having unexpected him to do something like that. He’s licking and sucking his own cum out of you, and from the sound of it— he’s enjoying every second. It’s so sensitive it almost hurts, but he’s gentle. Caressing your thighs to help soothe you.

“Relax baby…” he whispers, “Lemme clean up your mess.”

His tongue dips in and out of you, his soft lips kissing your clit on occasion. It feels so fucking good, you’re long gone.

When he’s done, he kisses your pussy a few more times, and gently helps you roll onto your back. You’re almost embarrassed to look him in the eye, but he catches you immediately in a passionate kiss.

You taste his cum and your pussy on his tongue, and you wrap your arms and legs around him tight. You kiss him with the rest of the energy you had left, whining and clinging to him as you savored the moment.

And then he breaks the kiss, his hand going to cup your cheek. Your faces are still inches apart, the eye contact almost freezing time. He looks beautiful. Exhausted, red faced, and glistening. So perfect.

Your hands are rested on his neck, thumb caressing his adams apple softly while your breaths mingled. The moment felt intimate, and even more so when he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Do you regret it?” He asks, breathless with a hint of shyness in his voice.

You take advantage of the moment and flip your positions— pinning him down against the bed while you straddle his waist. There’s a smirk on your face as you lay your head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and relaxing on top of him.

“The only thing I regret is not asking you to fuck me sooner.”

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Arch Nemesis

For @cultofdionysusnet Mocha Madness event

🧠Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f) x ???

🧠Au: hero/villain au

🧠Trope: e2l (enemies to lovers), f2l (friends to lovers), established relationship

🧠Rating: 18+, MDNI, smut, angst

🧠Warnings: mind reading, emotion manipulation (they're superheroes, they have powers), cheating

🧠Kinks: mutual masturbation, sexual fantasies made reality, pussy slapping, deep throating, choking, penetrative sex with no barrier, oral (m), spit kink, deep throating

🧠Word count: 3,730

🧠Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland for beta-ing, my unholy trinity partners in crime 🥰 and to @starlitmark for bouncing ideas with me and helping this plot flourish!

🧠Summary: you're a hero, one who has struggled to remain good, but what happens when you're most guilty fantasy with your arch nemesis of all people, comes to light?

“Gotta go, duty calls,” You said as you leaned over in your bed and kissed San’s cheek.

“No,” San murmured, pulling you in tightly against his body, “Stay. They can send someone else.”

You gently extracted yourself from San’s grasp. “Nice try but I can’t be your pillow all night. Get some sleep, Baby.” San mumbled into his pillow as you left your shared bed with a fond smile on your face.

You and San had been friends since college; you'd both been training then to be supe's. The two of you had been brought together because of your powers. San had the ability to read minds and telekinesis, which was the makings of a villain. And you could shoot a heart with your finger and temporarily gain control of whoever you shot. Basically, your target would be in love with you and do anything for you. Which was also seen as the potential to be a villain. The two of you had banded together as outcasts and had been friends ever since.

Considering the reason you had become friends, you had made a pact with San: to never speak on your missions, because you didn't want your professional life to ruin your friendship. You didn't know what San’s alter ego was and he didn't know yours. 

It had been only recently that your friendship had bloomed into a relationship. You were happy for it. San was the perfect soft and caring boyfriend. If only you didn't have a dirty secret that involved your arch nemesis.

Your comms told you your mission was at the old Treasure Hotel. Loudmouth was up to his old shenanigans. Apparently he had used his screaming powers and made everyone vacate the hotel so he could rob the safe. Except once you got there, running through the hotel, attempting to locate Loudmouth, you found no one. It wasn’t until you burst through the door to the rooftop that you discovered him--and his long-time ally, Killjoy.

“And I’m gone,” Loudmouth announced, jumping from the top of the roof, screeching when he presumably reached the ground to halt his ascent. 

You narrowed your eyes down at Killjoy. The villain was your arch nemesis, the antithesis of your life. If there was a problem in your life, he was usually the center of it all. Of course you had to pull yourself out of bed from your boyfriend to confront the one man you didn’t want to see this evening.

“What’s this about, Killjoy?” You demanded. You summoned your power, folding one of your hands into the shape of a gun and using the other to support your wrist.

The masked villain smirked, folding his arms over his well-developed chest. “You can drop the act. I know.”

You continued to hold your stance. “If you know that I’ve plans for the mayor’s inaugural, that’s pretty smart of you. I didn’t think you had it in you,” you quipped.

Killjoy smirked. “I don’t need to be smart to know that you think of me when you stuff your pretty fingers inside of you.”

You dropped your stance immediately. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No?” Killjoy cocked his head. “You don’t think about me tucking my legs around yours to hold them in place as I ease in three fingers and you tell me you couldn't possibly take that much but your pussy takes them easily. You don’t think about me whispering how it’s so dirty that a hero could be taking my fingers so well. You don’t think about me slapping your pussy and pinching your clit and--”

“ENOUGH!” You shouted. Shame was covering you from head to toe right now. That was your exact fantasy, down to how many fingers you wanted him to shove into you. How could he suddenly read your mind when he’s barely skimmed the surface before?

Killjoy hopped onto one of the fans on the top of the building and leaned forward on his legs. His crooked smile pulled to the side, revealing a dimple. “Why just think about it when we could make it a reality?”

“Abso-fucking-luytely not!” You said in horror.

A hero? Getting finger banged by her arch nemesis? Never!

“How about this,” Killjoy suggested in a smug tone, “You show me what you do when you fantasize about me…” He took a moment to spit in his palm, “And I’ll show you what I do when I think of you.”

Your jaw just about hit the floor. “Excuse me?!”

Killjoy raised an eyebrow. “Don’t think it’s possible that I think about holding you down on my dick, shutting up that smart mouth of yours, always calling me a failure of a villain?” You clenched your legs together but Killjoy didn’t miss anything. “Come on, what’s a little mutual masturbation between old time enemies, huh?”

Your body worked on its own accord, your fingertips moving to the teensy-tiny skirt of your uniform. Killjoy’s eyes are glued to the pathway your fingers follow until you’ve raised the skirt and he can see your still clothed core but…

Killjoy’s tongue came out to wet his lips. “Is that a wet spot, Loveshot?”

You pushed your lips together and nodded. “Yeah,” You let out a shaky breath.

“Show me,” Killjoy insisted, leaning forward even further, eyes glued to your crotch.

You leaned back against the rough stone of the old building, fingers hovering over your outer lips. “I--you tease me a lot,” You admitted.

“Mhmm,” Killjoy prompted you. 

“Sometimes you--” You gasped when you palmed your breast and found the nipple tight already. “--you pull and pinch my nipples and call me a superslut.”

You watched with bated breath as Killjoy peeled back the lower half of his suit and you sighed dreamily as his girthy dick was revealed. You knew there was a reason you used three fingers for him in your fantasies. “Now my turn. You usually say something about how my suit makes my dick look tiny, so when you protest, I rub my dick against your face and lips, but once my dick is seated in your hot mouth, you crumble and take it all for me.” Killjoy’s hips twitched upwards as his spit-covered hand moved up and down his dick. 

"Sometimes I get so wet from pretending my fingers are yours that I--" You bit down on your lip to muffle a moan.

"Who's gonna hear you way up here  Loveshot?" Killjoy smirked once again, "Let me hear all your desperate noises for me."

Shame still burns in the pit of your stomach. You shouldn't do this. You had San but everything was still new with him. This dirty little fantasy you've had of Killjoy had been around before you two had evolved from friends to lovers. You needed this.

You unceremoniously slapped your cunt and your head lolled back with how delicious it felt. "You tell me that I can take anything you give me, just like you know you can throw me into any situation as a hero and I can save the day."

Killjoy let out a low moan and scrunched his nose upwards. "I imagine your muffled noises as I push your face into my pelvis, making you take all of my dick. You choke and you cry and you say that you love every moment of it."

You're so worked up at this point that you could actually cum. "I'm--" You choked on the words when you watched Killjoy shamelessly spurt all over his hand.

He opened his eyes, heavy lidded with satisfaction and gave you a slow smile. "Come for me, my nemesis."

“Killjoy!” You come undone for him, pussy convulsing around your fingers and you ride them, closing your eyes for just a moment and picturing Killjoy’s smirk above you.

"Don't do that," Killjoy groaned.

You had forgotten he was still in your head. You ripped your fingers from your cunt and wiped them against your thighs to clean them. You turned to leave but Killjoy couldn't help but get a final verbal shot in.

"Where are you going, Loveshot? You're still thinking about me. You'll think about me later, won't you?" 

You threw up a middle finger as a parting gift and shifted the color of your hair and your nose. By the time you made your way to the bottom of the skyscraper, you were completely indistinguishable from Loveshot. But you were still the same person. You had just gray-area cheated on San with your arch nemesis.

Your comms buzzed and you saw you received a text you simply could not ignore:

Sannie🥺: wanna meet up? I’ll order your regular at Blue Bird.

You: just finished up, see you there

Guilt wracked through your body. If you said no San would know something was up. But could you truly sip on a sugary sweet beverage, which your best-friend-turned-boyfriend had memorized as your order, as if nothing had happened?

You stumbled into the coffee shop that you and San frequented, only a few blocks away from your shared apartment. You weren’t used to fighting crime, then having a mind blowing orgasm afterwards. Your super power wasn’t stamina, that was for sure. Your eyes sought out San immediately, who waved you over to the table he was seated at. 

“Hey Babe,” San greeted you.

“H-hey,” You replied shakily. 

San had his normal gray hoodie but it was barely zipped up and you could see a sheen of sweat covering his upper chest that peeked past the zipper. He smiled softly, “I couldn't sleep, so I went to the gym. Sorry, I must smell like a locker room.”

You laughed under your breath. “You smell like you just walked out of a perfume ad.”

San scratched the back of his head. “Careful, I think my heart just beat a little harder from that.”

You smiled painfully. You attempted to sit at the café table and faltered, barely catching yourself against the edge. Unfortunately for you, your abused clit took most of the weight as you collapsed against it and you made an embarrassingly loud and desperate noise.

San’s eyes widened and then immediately avoided your eyes. What did he just realize?!

“San?” You worried your teeth on your bottom lip. You managed to properly sit down and sip your drink to do something, anything. 

“Where did you just come from?” He asked quietly.

“Uh… you know, superhero stuff,” You shrugged.

The two of you had a strict policy of not speaking about your cases, to not muddy up each other’s professions. It just worked better that way. But San chose today to push it. He pushed up his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shifted closer to you. “Where did you come from?” he repeated firmly.

“The subway. Hostage situation. Wrapped it up pretty quickly,” You lied. 

San sat back but eased an arm around the back of your chair. “Good.”

The tension eased out of your shoulders and you leaned into San’s embrace. “I’m tired. Let’s go home.”

The two of you walked home, San’s arm still around your shoulder, you still leaning against him. You were cold and were trying to absorb some of his warmth. Not even the drink from the coffee shop could warm up the sinking feeling in your chest. Even as you got home, got ready for bed, you couldn't shake your anxiety.

Guilt is gnawing at the end of your mind and you know that there is no going to sleep like this. You turned to tell San that you’re going to wind down in the living room when he approached you from behind. His lips are like sweet caresses along the slope of your shoulder. “Come back to bed with me,” he murmured, as if he could sense you were pulling away.

“Sannie,” You turned around in his embrace, “My mind--”

San’s eyes travel over your face, a hand cupping one side. “You’re vibrating with the need to leave. Let me put you to sleep.” Gently, San tilted your head with the same guiding hand, peppering kisses along your jawline. 

Your heart soared and then crashed into your guilt. You couldn't possibly--not after what you did with Killjoy… “San, I’m really tired,” You protested.

“You’re not,” San disagreed with a rumble deep in his chest. “Even if your body may be, your mind is restless. I can help.”

San swept the straps of your pjs off your shoulders and continued to kiss down your neck to your collarbones. You can’t help but moan at the feel of his lips on your skin. Was your boyfriend seducing you?

"Where are you going, Loveshot? You're still thinking about me. You'll think about me later, won't you?"

Your body became tense with the sudden intrusion. Your powers brewed on the tip of your tongue and the pads of your fingers. You’d never use your powers against San but the need to push him off, to not mingle his touches with that of Killjoy’s was important!

“I have a better idea,” You found yourself suggesting before you could stop your treacherous tongue. “Let’s watch each other masturbate.”

San’s eyes widened considerably at your suggestion. “What?!”

Now it’s your turn to seduce. You ditched your top completely, to sit back on your shared bed and lie back, propping yourself up with your elbows. “Want you to watch me while I touch myself, Sannie,” You purred, “Wanna watch you while you touch yourself.”

San stumbled, as if his feet were moving him unbiddenly, but he made it to the edge of the bed where you were. You move so that the two of you are opposite of each other, a full view of whatever the other one’s planning on doing. You massage your breasts, making them pucker in the cool early morning air. San licked his lips like he wished they were wrapped around them. His eyes move to meet yours, waiting for you to start.

“Before we got together, when we were just friends, I used to get off to the idea of you sneaking in my bed and eating me out,” You said shakily. “I would play with my nipples and put so much lube on my pussy, using one of those flower vibrators, wishing it was your tongue. I had convinced myself that you loved eating pussy and it was something I wanted you to want with me.”

San groaned and began to palm himself through his sleep pants. “We were idiots.”

You couldn't help but giggle. “We were.”

San watched with rapt attention as you pulled aside your underwear and dipped a finger into your wetness. You spread it along your clit, moving in slow, tantalizing circles, careful of how abused your clit had been just a few hours ago by your own self torture. “Sannie?” You prompted him.

San snapped out of his deep thought while watching your finger circle your clit and pulled himself out of his confines. “I used to want you to use your power on me.” His voice cracked and he had to clear it. “Make me do whatever you want me to do. I used to edge myself for hours alone on the thought that you’d never let me cum unless it was inside of you--pussy or mouth.” San’s blunt fingernails dug into his thighs but he didn’t touch himself.

You stop touching yourself and crawled towards San’s body. “Do you need some lubrication?” 

San whimpered as you hovered over him, hands on either side of his hips. You spit on his cock, letting it slowly dribble downwards. You leaned downwards, almost as if you were going to take him in your mouth but instead you simply blew air on him. San’s hips thrust into the air, whining again. “Please,” he asked but you weren’t sure he even knew what he was asking for.

“Go ahead and touch yourself,” You encouraged him.

“ ‘m sensitive,” San mumbled, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he blinked many times, a cute pout pulling at his lips.

You can’t help but grin at the admission. “Did you masturbate while I was out, Sannie?”

San’s body jerked backwards, a loud gasp in the back of his throat. “N-no.”

You dropped your body so that you could take San’s cock in your mouth with one quick dip of your mouth. San’s body strains at being encompassed suddenly by your warm, wet mouth. Tiny thrusts into your mouth tell you all San wants is to get off in your mouth and by the throb of your lower half, all you want is to give it to him. 

"I imagine your muffled noises as I push your face into my pelvis, making you take all of my dick.

How is it that you're sucking off your sweet boyfriend and you can't get Killjoy's degrading voice out of your head?

At that exact same moment, San's hands grab both sides of your head and he began to fuck your mouth. You have no time to think, only time to make sure your breaths time with the in-and-out motion of his cock down your throat. Your nose practically buries itself into San's bronze skin, mouth coming flush with the base of his cock. San had never--

Just as quickly as he held you down on him, he pulled you off of him. You stare up at him, saliva and precum dripping from your open, panting lips. “San?”

San adjusted immediately, a dopey sweet smile pulling at his lips, making his eyes become crescent moons. “I don't want to cum in your mouth.”

You're fast to climb onto his lap, arms draped over his broad shoulders. “My baby,” You couldn't help but coo, “You really do put me first, don't you?”

San smiled shyly, scratching the back of his head. “I love you, that's why.”

Your heart burst at the admission. “I love you too, sweet boy.”

The two of you moved your hips in sync, exchanging kisses and moans, as you made love in your shared bed. This was where you wanted to be: in San's arms, drinking in his noises of pleasure, being the center of his world. You didn't want to be with--

Your climax hit you like a slow burn and the first thing that tumbled from your mouth was the name you had been thinking of. “Killjoy!” you groaned quietly.

San’s body was ramrod straight even though you could feel his dick twitching inside of you, his cry cut off at what you said. You scrambled to remove yourself from his body but San wrapped his arms around you to keep you firmly in place.

“What did you just say?” San said in a voice that broke your heart into a million pieces.

“No-nothing,” You stuttered, throat full of emotions.

“Where did you go when they called you out,” San demanded again, bringing up his question from earlier.

“I told you, the subway--!” You squealed as your back hit the bed, San pinning you down with his heavy body against yours.

San reached for your hand and squeezed it tightly, intertwining your fingers with his . “You have two seconds to answer me correctly before I read your mind, love.”

“San!” You gasped and visibly reeled back. San never invaded the minds of the ones he loved, he swore he would never. 

San licked his lips, a frown furrowing his eyebrows. “I’m not asking casually.”

Your gut was telling you that suddenly your entire world depended on the answer to this question and you had no idea where it would land you. “I was on the rooftop of The Treasure Hotel.”

San cursed lowly. “Loveshot?”

Your heart was beating a mile a minute. Had San just guessed your alter ego? What did that mean? 

San let go of your hand and shakingly raised it to his face. You thought he was going to rub it tiredly over his face, somehow privy to you cheating on him with your arch nemesis. “Sannie, please, it was nothing!” You cried out.

Instead, he covered his eyes and smirked. “I already know.”

Your blood chilled in your veins. 

The masked villain smirked, folding his arms over his well-developed chest. “You can drop the act. I know.”

“Killjoy?” You yelled in disbelief.

And, you swear to God, San's dick pulsed inside of you upon hearing his alter ego's name upon your lips in your shared bed.

“No,” You shook your head. There was no fucking way your best friend, your boyfriend, was an evil villain?

Flashbacks to the supe's college you both attended, the way you were both outcasts, vaguely bringing up your powers as the reason. Bonding over wanting to overcome your natural abilities and prove to everyone you were good. 

“Someday, the world won’t judge me,” San had proclaimed. Clearly that had not crossed over very well.

It all came crumbling down around you. 

San lowered his hand and there was a glint in his eye. “If I had known…”

In some fucked up way, relief flooded you. You hadn't cheated on San; you simply masturbated with his alter ego. That was okay… right?

“Are we…” How were you going to meld the two worlds together, how could you continue to date and fuck a villain, how-- “Are we okay?”

San’s lips surged towards yours in a kiss that was desperate and messy and yet somehow full of love and adoration. “Do you still love me?” San gasped into your mouth. 

You looked up at the man who was your everything. Even now, knowing he was your arch nemesis and had been for a long time, he was even more so your everything. He was your world when you weren’t working and he was your obsession when you were. Was this going to fuck up your job? Absolutely. Was it going to fuck up your relationship?

“I love you like the sun loves the moon,” You admitted. Surely the two bodies in the sky were enemies, constantly chasing after each other, constantly fighting for time in the sky. 

A subtle shift of San’s hips had you gasping. He was hard inside of you. His eyes were alight with love and mischief and lust. “I love you like a villain loves a hero.”

And that was the end of that conversation.

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