"Now look at the camera, baby."
A firm hand turns your head for you, fingers gripping your jaw so hard the flesh of your cheeks dimples. Tears brim along your waterline, your lashes wet and spiky as you look down the camera lens with blurry eyes.
You sniffle - nose runny - and struggle to speak through the swollen purse of your lips. "S-Seokjin..."
Tsking, a low voice chides you. "Come on, sweetheart. You know that's not what you're supposed to say." Those strong fingers squeeze, dragging your attention away from the cell phone and back to Hobi. "Tell Jinnie the truth."
Heat flushes from the top of your head down to the tips of your toes in an electric rush. A heavy thrum of filthy-pleasure-shame pulses low in your belly as your bare toes dig into fresh cotton sheets. Knees aching, and elbows trembling; nerves shot to hell and back.
You glance from the blackhole of Hobi's eyes to his phone. "Jin," you hiccup his name, a wet little cough. Hobi cooes, zooming in on your face as he reaches up to thumb away a tear clinging to the corner of your eyes. "I've been - I've been a very b-bad girl."
"That's right," Hobi agrees, his smile a mean baring of teeth. "And you know better. Don't you?"
You nod frantically, slick thighs rubbing together as your abused pussy throbs. "I do, I do!"
"Hm."
Hobi considers you for a long moment, the hand holding his phone steady. His eyes greedily trace the pathetic sight you make propped up as you are on your hands and knees like a bitch in heat, sweat-slick and needy.
"What do you think, Jinnie?" Hobi glances at his screen, raising a dark brow. "D'you think she's really sorry?"
He ignores your desperate little, 'm so sorry, please, Hobi, and rounds the bed so he's next to you. Humming in the back of his throat, he crouches down until you're in view of the screen.
Taps his thumb to change the camera to front facing as he grins and loops an arm around your bare, trembling shoulders.
Instantly, you feel a shudder pass through you as your vision is filled with Seokjin's face; the pretty flush high on his cheeks, the raw-bitten swell of his bottom lip, the mussed fringe clinging to his forehead, the low dip of his brows and the angry glare of his eyes.
He looks starved - half mad with the desire to reach out and touch, taunt, tease.
You whine, "Seokjin, please, I-"
"Ah, ah, ah."
Hobi cuts you with a firm look, his palm even firmer when it smacks against your ass. He makes sure the camera picks up on the jiggle of fat, the startled flinch as your eyes flutter shut and your mouth drops open.
"I thought you were going to be good for us," he says, pinching and tugging at a nipple until you're begging him to stop, "if you don't stop, I'll have to keep punishing you. Do you want that?"
"No, no!" Your head thrashes side to side, fingers twisting in the sheets. "Please, I'll be good. I promise!"
When Seokjin speaks, his voice is wrecked; low, and whiskey-rough, "I don't know if I believe you, baby."
You shoot him a watery glare, brows furrowed low over your eyes. "I'll be," you sniffle, "I'll be so good for you. Please, can't take it anymore. I wanna cum."
Hobi snorts, trails the tips of his fingers down the curve of your spine. "You act like you didn't do this to yourself."
He drags a finger down the length of your slit, playing with your slick as he makes his way to your swollen clit. "You're so fucking wet and messy, baby. See, Seokjinnie?"
Then holds his hand up for Seokjin's inspection. You flush, stomach twisting as the light glints off the evidence of your arousal. You almost turn your head away before catching yourself.
Seokjin's breath shudders from him, his eyes slipping closed with a groan. His bare shoulders ripple with movement as his head drops back to expose the line of his throat. The bob of his Adam's apple as the sound of slick friction echoes over the video.
Fuck, you wish you could see him right now.
"Wish I was there right now," he murmurs, his eyes cracking open a sliver. "I'd kiss you better, baby."
Hobi hums, sucking his fingers into his mouth. "If I'd let you," he jokes, licking up the last of your slick from his skin. "She's been a brat all week. She deserves what I'm doing."
I hope you understand, dear, little, anon. This will not go unpunished.
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Honestly I'm done once/if Netflix cancels Lockwood & Co.
I'm gone. I've got alternative ways to watch shows without giving Netflix a single cent. I'm serious and I don't care. Lol. They don't deserve my money if they decide to axe off another good show with so much potential.
So if I ever feel like rewatching lockwood and co or any other Netflix shows, I'm just gonna use the alternate way and watch them happily without paying Netflix a single cent of my money 🤗
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