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KINKVEMBER DAY: 4

[prompt: roleplay] male reader x kang hyewon 8k words

“I need you,” Hyewon says in the uneasy dark of a hotel room, with two urgent fistfuls of your shirt, “need you to do to me all the things my husband never will.” “Yeah, I know,” you tell her, “you said that,” and her eyebrows move in all the wrong directions, “I’m just wondering if, you know, maybe we should give him a little more credit.”

Here’s the truth:

Hyewon doesn’t believe in leaving evidence behind and you don't find it particularly productive to doubt her; you’ve been talking in code for years. Parts and pieces of yourselves reduced down and bottled into set phrases that, to anyone else, would be totally incomprehensible.

"i've been thinking," she texts you, which you've come to understand means she's already made up her mind, "maybe we should do that thing we were talking about. tonight."

(You're not always so fast on the uptake.)

You send two back two texts, both of which ask "which thing?" because the hallway from the breakroom to your desk has poor reception and it never lets you send just one.

Then, right after you cross the threshold between signal-drowning-concrete and the glitzy glass-walled arboretum they've built to make you feel like you're not a total cog in their corporate machine, your phone pings the receipt of Hyewon's reply: a picture - her laptop, propped up on your coffee table with its screen angled for perusal, of a booking site that's filtered to show results for their 'king bed & view' room at a midrange hotel a forty-five-minute ride from your apartment.

"not really doing much narrowing down here hyewon."

She replies to you - her text bubble appearing over another couple still images, of herself in the vanity mirror as she curls her hair around her finger and holds this little black slip of a dress over her shoulder, black lacy lingerie in tow, the whole nine - with:

"i'm feeling kinda adventurous."

Five o’clock rolls around but you never really do figure it out. You spend the last three hours at work deciding which kink of hers (oh, does she have a few) this is all in service to.

There's nothing overtly sexual about her pics in the first place - not more than usual anyway, more showing off her curves and cut jaw than showcasing anything for her 'adventurous' intent. So that can't be the tell - you'd seen her in a corset once (you can't unsee it) and the angle of her hips to the mirror makes you think that if she was planning on pulling on a pair of crotchless panties then she probably would've found her thigh high stockings, too.

You try and think of what the two of you had even talked about when discussing these little scenes - how many times you'd ended up 'in the mood' during or after such a meeting of the minds, how it'd snowballed from there, a whole list of filthy what-ifs that she'd probably put more thought into than you ever have - but you draw a total blank. It could be any of a number of things.

Until,

"i left you instructions on the kitchen island," reads a text on your phone which you definitely don’t check while you’re driving -

And then it hits you.

"ah."

"yeah, 'ah'," she replies.

A quarter past seven at the hotel bar is way too early for any real promiscuous activity, but then again, you're here playing at pretend and half the fun of games like this is in the setup.

Meet me at the bar, your instructions read, introduce yourself, and play it by ear.

There's some couples at the other end, some friends downing shots by the round, people musing over their aperitifs, and a woman sipping alone at the bar - Hyewon, appearing to you from the back first:

The pointed edges of her shoulders narrow out over this tiny cocktail dress that somehow covers less of her than if it weren't there at all, skin tight, accentuating even her softest curves. She has her hair fixed a particular way - teased enough to flip at the ends but still a single sweep down her shoulders, pulled together softly by a ribbon in the back, tied like a fantasy, allowing a wispy strand to fall to her face - glossy and dark and glowing to this rich, deep mahogany where it's cast in the lamplight.

The line of her throat, of her chest. Where her hips meet her waist in a rounding flare. The effort and beauty she's gone to, for you - that she puts in every day just because she knows it gets your attention, can do more than turn a head or two; Hyewon's appearance is almost indifferent of you, only coincidental, but she puts on a damn good act.

(You look a lot more worn in comparison: jacket thrown over dress shirt and khakis, tie loose at the neck. Standard office attire with just a step-outside-regulation. Disheveled.)

A drink, you suppose - approaching the bar to try and catch the bartender's attention to order a single malt.

But if Hyewon's been waiting long, she doesn't complain when you pull into the stool beside her and sit for a long moment.

"Do you mind if I join you?" you say over a pair of politely folded hands - and that's generally where her 'instructions' end.

The look she fixes you with is just this unashamed smoldering, her body language this contradictory kind of lazy - cool, like her night was going exactly the way she planned but she still had places to be.

"It depends," she replies, one slender finger curled around the stem of her martini glass - which historically, is a drink she hates. "Who's asking?"

"Just me," you offer, letting the gesture and your tone leave it up to her. And then slowly, perhaps awkwardly: "ostensibly a complete and utter stranger who knows a gorgeous woman when he sees one - and who could never pass up a chance to see how the rest of her is."

"Smooth."

"I guess it is, considering you didn't immediately run for the exit."

Hyewon nearly snorts.

"Hard not to." She tilts her head back at you, assessing. Her cheeks are rosy pink. "A handsome thing like you doesn't usually buy themself a girl's time with flattery -"

"Buy your time or your drinks?" you tease, and you can tell she wants to roll her eyes - but she keeps them carefully lowered. Eyelashes dipping down like blackened fans.

Hyewon shifts slightly, resting her chin onto the heel of her wrist like she's leaning against an imaginary windowpane and tipping her face a little sideways. It makes you smile. "One gets the other, if you catch my meaning."

Maybe it takes you a little too long to lift your gaze off her lips to find her eyes, or off the sweeping curve of the hemline sitting high across her long legs, but she watches you for just a breath. It's a more telling moment that she pretends she doesn't know you.

"You can look at me if you like," and then without further preamble, she introduces herself with a slight tilt of the head and an expectant expression: "call me Hyewon."

You figure that if you've gotta say one word to get the ball rolling you want to say her name, and as a little revenge for forcing you to think on this scene and think on what to say, what your character would say, how exactly she wanted you to go about 'meeting' her in a hotel bar, how her fucking scenario's been building up in her head for god-knows-how-long (even though, in the scheme of the two of you and your relationship, it’s nowhere close to being the most demanding sex you've had), you reply simply with:

"Pretty."

It's satisfying, how she hesitates - pausing a little longer on your face to gauge exactly what you meant. Studying. But the next beat of your heart - or hers - is effortless, easy.

"I know. That's what my husband calls me."

"Husband?" You keep yourself from raising an eyebrow. "And I don't suppose I'm also... married?"

"Different day, different you."

"Meaning I have a wife or a mistress of my own," and you flick your wrist at the barkeep for a top-up of what's in front of Hyewon. "You're telling me I'm the kind of man who'd only settle for two."

It doesn't sound quite right, though Hyewon picks up on it. Doesn't let on. "Aren't men like you always? Charming to a fault, but always voracious - insatiable, especially with women like me."

"Women like you."

"Married women. Unavailable," she simpers, and in a practiced little motion, draws her hand out to where you can see it properly, this sparkle on her fourth finger that catches the lowlight of the bar. The diamond looks real - not that you'd actually know - and your stomach flexes up mid-somersault thinking about the financial impropriety for what amounts to a gag. A practical joke. Hyewon the comedian.

Still, you go with it and take her hand in yours, admiring. "What a pity." The glint off its faceted surface - Hyewon's watchful as she allows it.

"Isn't it," she agrees.

The more unnerving thing - besides how composed Hyewon can make herself be - is how the narrative quickly becomes a whole hell of a lot clearer with the context of marriage in play. She's mentioned it before: the infidelity thing, the way it leads to the raunchiest, filthiest bits she'll dare to explore. In some ways, her desire for the untouchable makes a lot more sense -

And maybe that's what had been nagging at your mind since she brought up the idea of playing the part: you always end up kissing in that stupid 'caught up' sort of way. With an intensity that's hard to beat. Even though you wouldn't ever cheat on her. Not in a million years. You'd watch her leave before doing anything like that.

But it's thrilling, almost, and even more thrilling that this isn't entirely improvisation: how well the two of you might actually play this off, as two total strangers to this illusory little roleplay that you'd normally say was your very last interest.

"But you know there's something I've come to appreciate about married men," Hyewon continues, her voice in this conspiratorial sort of hushed.

You blink, drawing her out.

"They know how to tie a knot."

There's the flirty wink, an upward flick of the chin that draws your eye to the span of her chest. To her body in that skin-hugging dress and your fingers entangled in hers - the gentle bump and shift of the bodies behind her, moving between the tables - Hyewon a queen of circumstance, playing to the moment as it bends; as her lips part in a pleased smile, red and smooth, almost innocent, and you can't help but imagine tasting her on your tongue, the force that'd take for her to yield when you finally got your hands in her hair.

(What a character, honestly.)

"Tell me something," you say, "why would a married woman, this pretty little thing like you, be all alone in a place like this - without her charming husband."

Hyewon's smile curls at the edges like smoke. "I never said he was charming."

You raise an eyebrow. "Good-looking, then."

"Never said as much either."

“Why are you with someone you find neither attractive nor charming?”

Hyewon makes a face, slightly pitied. “If that Isn’t what I’m asking myself everyday.”

"Hm." You narrow your eyes into something more quizzical than suggestive. It works on her anyway. "That doesn't feel too much like it's in character, Hyewon."

She shrugs, but it's that coy kind of shrug. She thinks you'll let her off easy - you usually do. All considered, she's the type who thrives off the chase and, as of today, so do you.

"But he is cute." Her expression is just this side of sweet, as she takes a dainty sip of her drink. Like the taste doesn’t bother her, like she isn't pretending she doesn't hate it with every fiber of her being. Like this is easy. "And maybe -" she quirks an eyebrow at you, withholding a smirk. "-you're right. Maybe, I was looking for someone cuter to fill the bill. And luck would have it, here he is."

So - apparently - her character doesn’t mind a little light infidelity.

Hyewon takes in the vague sense that the message wasn’t as clear as she might have liked, her forehead scrunching as she tries to convey - in a way that would communicate even to an airhead - some realization to play your part.

"Maybe it's the wrong question,” you start over, taking it from somewhere near the top, “what are you doing here, with me?"

That's when Hyewon graces you with one of the soft, slow kind of smiles: the kind that manages both an air of 'you dimwit' and 'good question'. Her fingertips barely graze yours but it's noticeably electric. Just enough to feel your pulse fluttering.

(You don't care that none of it’s real - Hyewon looks to you through thick eyelashes like a goddess of temptation and sin - and it makes something wicked coil up warm at the pit of your gut. A curious thrill and a recklessness that you have to admit feels a little nice - being the man trying to talk this woman into bed. The challenge and the buildup, the want to work for it. It's new. It's fresh. Lo-and-behold, it's kinda hot.)

When you catch her stare, she fidgets. So slightly, so briefly, your chest is on fire and you're barely into the pages of her plans, of this night ahead.

"Wish fulfillment, let's say," and that is no less true. "See it’s my husband."

"Mhmm."

"He respects me too much to do the things I'm going to ask you to do."

"Like?" you continue to prod.

Hyewon lets out the tiniest shiver of a sigh, like a trickle of cold water down the length of her spine. "Take a good guess."

You finish the rest of Hyewon's martini, slow. Savoring the warmth and bitterness sliding down the back of your throat. The night's young, sure - and if you're supposed to be spending it all wrapped around Hyewon's finger. This means you can take your time.

"Show me your room?" you propose, gesturing to the empty glass.

"I thought you'd never ask."

At your offering, she stands up and throws on her coat - long, double-breasted, chic - but only really just off her shoulders to have the hem hit her legs mid-thigh. One of her many personal quirks. Hyewon knows how to move like there aren't two eyes staring at her wherever she goes: not the awkward side-to-side of a girl who wasn't made to wear heels - a loping gait - nor the assured click, click of the taller kind that totter like it's all they've got going for them.

Something totally different: a little careless and a little haughty and an assurance of the highest confidence.

She winds an arm round yours like they do in movies, this parody of a leading lady - Hyewon not a seductress as much as she is someone who'll look the part just to convince you otherwise. There is a pretty big discrepancy, you find, between her bravado and her smile, her figure and her artistry - you couldn't act if you wanted to; meanwhile, she does whatever she damn well pleases. And somehow that doesn't even begin to cover the things that turn her on.

The two of you make for the stairs, winding up floor after floor until it's perfectly quiet, perfectly out of sight - hidden away from prying eyes and ears.

The silence of an empty hotel stairwell is thick - Hyewon's hand comes off the railing, as she takes to the wall and turns to face you. It's a gentle tug at the tie loose around your neck, barely any give before you're already there, holding her by the hips.

"Might've gotten us lost there," you whisper, as her finger plays at your chest and finds its way round the collar of your shirt. Your top button is already undone by the time you notice she's not fond of it. "The elevators would've gotten us where we're headed faster."

"Don't worry." She hums, leaning in close - like a magnet, like gravity. "You're getting the scenic route."

"Anything to stall the inevitable," you tease, but it isn't a thread she seems interested in developing.

"Something like that."

Hyewon shifts her weight back onto her right foot, her skirt riding up just barely. The dip between her inner thighs and the smooth curve of her leg is open and bare to your sight, her dark stockings like an unspoken challenge: the panties, lacy, loose, no crotch.

And it gets... indecent, the way your lips connect, how you realize half-way into that kiss, she's still smiling. It isn't any one way that does it; maybe it's the clever use of her tongue, or that particular position you've coaxed her up against the stairwell wall that makes it seem like Hyewon can't be any more in danger - it's too much to handle and your mouth goes slack on the reflex of an apology; her hand has a hold on you by the jaw and it won't budge.

"My husband," she murmurs into you, the trace of the words ghosting into the breath between the both of you. "Never lets me."

"What," you rasp, barely recognizing your own voice, your hand heavy on her side - the very real fear that you might tip over a banister because Hyewon's got her heel half-way into the back of your calf and any less bracing would bring you down. Your thoughts are a fog, with her cheek in one hand and your knee already up between her thighs.

"His wife," she almost swallows down, kisses turning chaste because maybe it's just easier to gently peck out her intentions, how she looks to you with dark eyes, heavy-lidded and wanting, a thumb trailing down the plane of your cheek. It'd feel like pity if you weren't thinking exactly the same.

You try to finish it for her:

"She likes it rough."

"No." Her nose traces yours before she connects you again - gentle and slow, and a shudder rolls all down the expanse of her shoulders; you think you have it about right. Until she makes the slightest adjustment and her grip in your hair turns agonizing, perfect and burning on the edge of too tight - too much. You are straining against the wall of a hotel hallway and she's saying, "not rough."

She kisses you. Hard. Until you gasp for the stolen air in her lungs.

"Filthy," she manages against the heat and sting at the side of her cheek.

(Damn.)

Your voice has gone and lodged itself firmly somewhere between her lungs - but there's something that says she knows. That you've got it in you, the brimming potential that might just say everything you ever wanted but couldn't figure the right way to put it.

It's the tone of her voice or the spark in her eyes, but one moment into the next - you're caught in this pull - like gravity's increasing tenfold at her will; her heartbeat's so strong you swear you feel it against your ribs as she's demanding:

"Messy. Dirty. A little uninhibited," and the obvious thrill of that must flare up like lightning under her skin - the way it makes her moan, soft and breathless: "fuck me like my husband doesn't."

She’s not even waiting for the comfort of the room yet, which in hindsight is probably checking more of Hyewon's many boxes - it's the sex in public thing, the fear of discovery thing, the desire to have you ravish her out where anyone can come upon you sort of thing - the thought of which has your jaw go a little slack too. Her leg up is coiled up around your hip, your fingers tangled in her hair and sliding up the length of her thigh, until you're fucking kneading up her ass and drawing out that desperate whine in her.

"Fuck," she exhales into your shoulder - a hand on the metal bannister to brace against those little circles you start to rub inside her, pushing - slowly - one, two, three knuckles deep, testing - before drawing back, and plunging forward again. This ache, slow and purposeful, pressing just enough into her until there's a wet sort of friction that has your hand slick all down your wrist.

It never takes long, with your fingers on her clit, fingers inside her, a palm covering the moans out of her mouth -

She cums just like that.

Whining and broken and bent under you, and with an elbow hard against her ribcage to make the breaths come shallow.

"Stay quiet for me, sweetheart," you find yourself murmuring, as your teeth graze the shell of her ear - the short burst of hair and silky strands across the back of her neck; you're undoing the neat ribbon tied round the length of her hair and letting her waves settle on her shoulder in time for you to swallow down the sound of her sighs, the tension in her lips, and the frantic jolt when your fingers push through the wet, heat of her pussy again, merciless and quick. You have to be careful; she nearly bites your fucking tongue out.

"Can't." Her jaw's tight on it, the slight staccato to her breathing, murmuring and slightly dazed: "if we get caught, someone will see. Someone will notice."

Her next exhale is more shaky. "Anyone could see us like this," with just her toes curling and her stomach tensing on every second beat. Your grip leaves a bruise. "Please-"

"We're not supposed to be doing this at all, are we? If you've got a husband waiting somewhere?"

You hear yourself, and it sounds sorta degenerate, though in all the right ways, you figure, like something straight out of one of Hyewon's romance novels, the dirty, smutty ones that she swears up and down she simply reads for the plot, but the dazed, hazy kind of mood they get her worked up into suggest otherwise.

You trace the rough pad of your thumb over her pussy, this delicate, ghost of a touch. One you'd have to strain to even tell if it was there or not until she whines - eyes screwed shut like she doesn't mean to, just does. The sound of it bouncing around the stairwell.

And then, all this wet: her skirt's ridden all the way up to her stomach, damp and near-transparent with slick, and you can just imagine the puffy pink between her legs - between her stockings in the afterglow of an orgasm, spent and sensitive and sore and wanting for more. Your eyes linger a little too long -

"I shouldn't let you," she manages, half a moan on it - one of her heels comes up the stair you're standing on and the way Hyewon clings onto you for balance says enough, but still, she demands, with all the strength her throat allows: "make it fast. You're lucky I let you see me like this at all -"

And she cuts off abruptly, looking at you.

(She'll play coy for a while longer. Which, Hyewon being Hyewon, will look like as much an effort as her sprawl out on the bed for you is.)

"The room," you say to her, harshly, "where is it."

"Four more floors."

Room 1014 as it turns out is like every other room you've ever been in, each one perhaps a little more identical than the last - except this one has Hyewon sitting in your lap while you get comfortable on the bed, and there's also the way she looks in the mirror above the headboard, the desperation in her stare, right back into the reflection.

"What all," she says, "do you want to do to me?"

This time - no explicit instructions - just an implication. You have to figure it out.

See, the image of her is like every fantasy rolled into one, wearing this thin black bra that has her breasts just about spilling over. They're amazing - the color and shape of her skin. Soft. Cradled between the cups like a godsend, and maybe that's why it drives her a little crazy how good you look biting down the ridge of her breast and flicking your eyes back up to catch her expression.

It has you feeling, if nothing else, a little ‘adventurous,’ too.

Her belly tenses on a heavy sigh and it's one hell of a thing to have Hyewon staring you down, like you're an animal or an idiot, with her eyes flashing and a thinly veiled anger in the purse of her lips. There's a thousand things she'd like to do to you - for you to do to her - but it's about the predicament: the silk necktie she'd pulled off you as you both stumbled through the door has ended up around her wrists, pinning her arms behind her back in a way that suggests a loss of control. Just the mere suggestion of a little playacting, but she's almost keening.

You feel the touch of her right calf keep rising - curving down your waist, hooked behind the small of your back - her thighs smooth, and a hot line along your sides.

"I should fuck that pretty mouth of yours," you say against the shell of her ear, because you know better than anyone, the very concept gets her wet. Uncomfortably so.

And she leans her head against your temple like she'd love it. You could be imagining the little whimper as she clenches up round nothing - until a growl escapes the back of her throat and she's saying -

"Is that how you're going to cum? With me on my knees and nothing else? Cover my pretty face? How you’ll completely ruin me?. You’re more creative than that."

“I don’t know that I am.”

Her hips move to find some friction where there isn't any until you give her some, pulling your cock out through your pants and feeling it brush, once, twice against the seam of her. Hot, and hard. Ready. And if she only tried a little, the angle was made perfectly to slot your head in, but neither of you move. She doesn't yield.

"Let me fuck myself on you," she suggests, strained, almost pleading. "Then perhaps I will."

You could take her like she is. Any which way. But this is about getting a particular reaction - one that'll leave her spent and trembling - and nothing like that will happen without a little bit of preparation and prelude. You want to watch her writhe for hours. Until she forgets she's playing a character at all, until she's panting your name and whimpering for release, her cheeks burning.

But at least it gets her writhing on you, the heat and press of her body as she leans in close, your eyes locking:

"Get your cock inside me-" the urgency in her voice. "-fuck me right now, this second-"

"Say it again."

"Fill me with your perfect cock." The words land right on your lips, frayed at the edges as the tether to her control slips another notch. "Push my thighs apart until you break me," Hyewon tells you - and then with her legs twisted up in the comforter, the creaking mattress and the sweat on the sheets: she rolls her hips like they're pleading for it.

"Pushy."

"Gentle's got no appeal for us."

"Apparently not," you reply - but then it's suddenly a lot easier, to slide one hand in Hyewon's hair, and grip at the knotted silk wrapped tight 'round her wrists to hold her. There's no hiding the subtle arching of her spine, how the pressure off her arms pulls her chest in or makes it all the more comfortable, she doesn't let on, she'll probably keep pretending she doesn't like this, that she hasn't always wanted -

You run your tongue over her collarbone and thrust up inside her, once - a warning that you're not giving in to her quite yet.

The smile that runs her lips is brittle. Like her patience isn't what it used to be - she makes a quiet little noise, pained. A flash of discomfort. But there's a moan and a curse out of her:

"Like that. Harder."

"What does harder mean?" you ask, with a deliberate repetition in motion, thrusting upward, forcing her hips to shift a few degrees further back - her knees clenching around the sheets as you're met with no give - Hyewon's resistance through a dark smile, and her grip slackened in her hands, despite you keeping a fist wound tight in the hair on the back of her head, tightening the other around her restraint.

Her throat flinches: this shudder.

She takes a couple heaving, open-mouthed breaths, before she has it in her to glare at you again.

"Harder-" The way her mouth shapes around the word gets the better of you - cute little cupid's bow in pink, full and swollen and pursed up as if in pain. Or desire. Or both, the way her head is tipped back, hair half undone - an idea is already coiling at the back of your mind. "-until I can't stand."

"Or talk?"

And when your hand loosens on her wrists, her posture slumps like it's relief, that you're finally going to move along in a direction she's getting some satisfaction from -

Hyewon shakes her head in a moment that's almost blissed.

"You," her voice breaks on the tail end, "fucking wish you could shut me up that easily -"

In a motion almost gentle, you twist the length of hair down around her, from her scalp to her jaw, and wrap it around a hand. "Let's see if you'll change your mind, shall we."

There's a sharp draw of air in past her lips, just one sound, not a word. No proper rebuttal. She bites down, teeth clicking.

So you pull.

And this isn't some revelation, that Hyewon's cunt is heaven. Slick and tight, the fit around your cock and the gasp escaping the base of her throat - that isn't new. You've been here countless times, fucked her past her breaking point, beyond what should reasonably satisfy her or satisfy you, but that still doesn't take away from this incredible, heady rush that pulses through your entire body. It never stops getting better, not inch-after-fucking-inch the way you're bottoming out inside Hyewon's body and feel how hard the rest of her muscles tense up in the contact, how her pussy tightens and quivers, and grips around the entirety of your cock, the briefest taste of pleasure and release before it's pulled back just out of her reach - overstimulated, until Hyewon cries out.

You expect, predict the fight, the whimpers that spill out of her mouth with every slap of your skin and the breathless way she begs, pleads, like she'd rather her pride take it from her than have your fingers tug her hair up, right out of her scalp, with your arm locked around her lower waist. With your cock pumping faster, faster and a pressure, hot and inescapable, right there - the friction building - the slippery-wet heat sliding along your shaft with every stroke until you bottom out and her next exhale is a sob.

A goddamn fucking sob and the warm gush of liquid down her thighs - all on you. You fingers are pressed into her ass, pulling onto you, steading her bounce - and Hyewon finds her breathing uneven, as you smear wet across the curve of her backside, rubbing circles into her lower back as you catch up on the rhythm she'd lost.

"This tight little cunt, huh," you tease, and she nods so desperately it seems like she might snap. Like she might cry again and this time for real, a drop of her eye color past the blush, streaking down her cheek. You have the wherewithal to remember your character, your blocking, your lines: "this is what your husband won't do? Won't fuck you on every piece of furniture until you're a ruined fucked-out mess? Doesn't have the decency to work over his little slutty-wife until she's passed out, dripping with cum?"

Hyewon's fingers curl up into two balls of white knuckles and she chokes on her reply. "He won't."

"Tell him. He has a hot and dirty little piece of ass right under his own roof-"

"You think," and the string of words trails off when you manage to grind in, at this angle that has her reeling, trembling at every shift and jerk in momentum. Your knuckles drag against her soft and giving curves, almost gripping at her in the attempt to hold her down on you. "-my husband isn't enough."

"Well you wanted me to fuck the domestic housewife out of you," you murmur, taking two greedy handfuls of the ass bouncing in your lap, rubbing your palms along her hips, up and around the shape of her abdomen and her ribcage like you'd map it, memorize it. She wants this, you know this: your palms come around and over and brush your thumbs against her rising gooseflesh - she's putty in your hands. "No strings attached, remember, a one night kind of thing-"

"My husband loves me."

"Then it seems-"

"He makes me cum with his hands alone."

Your jaw works tight - Hyewon's cunt feels as good wrapped around you as she says your cock feels making a mess of it.

"Tells me he'd die happy hearing me moan his name."

"Oh, because no matter where he goes," you say, fingers wrapping under and around the back of her neck, forcing her to look you in the eye, "no matter what, your sweet cunt's the only one his mouth is ever watering for, isn't that right-"

A blink, lashes thick and feathering down and over the pools of her pupils as you have a hold of her tight.

You're having a hard time with this, and you want to give it to her, the toe-curling-crescendo that would see her cumming at your will, or worse, losing the plot completely and your entire setup falling away from the charade of characters you'd both conjured. But she looks at you like she's never loved anyone like she loves you, the naked, barefaced devotion, the tenderness - a quick breath, a second - and the game is suddenly something far more personal, a truth. It isn't exactly fair: how your heart stutters. How much her heartbeat makes your pulse flutter, the electrifying rush you get when you fuck roughly up into her tight, wet cunt and make her bite down on nothing in the throes another orgasm.

You barely have a second to think of something coherent, let alone an out before she kisses you. If that isn’t totally disarming. So you move her into the next, flipping her onto her stomach, and she does nothing to fight back: Hyewon just lies there - the side of her face plastered to the comforter - exhausted, and gives a willing, malleable moan at the contact where your hand digs into the shape of her upper thighs, spreading them out as her elbows struggle behind her back.

"Here, baby," you say, finally unwinding the silk knot between her wrists, "I'll have you like the little desperate fucktoy you really are."

There's the bite to her bottom lip, the whole five seconds it takes for her hands to spread out and twist her fingers tight in the bedspread, before she whines - full-throated - and rocks back onto her toes to arch her back.

(See, the thing: Hyewon likes being fucked within an inch of her life. On all fours and pleading for more.)

With your free hand, you reach around her to run over her inner thighs.

Hyewon brings her grip to the bottom of the bed frame, for purchase, or leverage, you don't know, and in one simple motion, you slip your cock back deep inside her pussy.

You curse under your breath.

Hyewon fucking collapses.

It's a dangerous combination, having her begging and you nearly fully clothed while she's wearing barely more than this thin strip of black silk around her waist and a stocking on one leg, but you can't help it - she looks good this way.

"Fuck," she spits out, voice lost when your hips find hers in this wet, sloppy crash of skin that gets louder, faster and more punishing on each beat. "Like that, oh my God-"

Her whimpering only gets worse - when you start only pulling out halfway, until she's gasping like she can't breathe. You think there isn't a more wonderful, more obscene, more gorgeous thing than Hyewon spread out in front of you - the curve of her spine defining each and every one of the lines, dips, and rises of her body - and you would thank God or some higher deity right about now.

It’s fuck and please and every other little pliant utterance of “fuck my brains out, use me, make me beg, I'm so turned on right now I'll let you fuck me anyway you want - harder, faster, I can do whatever, just show me how, make me, push and fuck me hard until I'm raw and aching - god - like this, let me cum, please, let me - keep fucking going, oh my god, please, like this, fuck, just like this-"

You do thank God, actually - there's mirrors everywhere in this room, and you can catch the circular swing of her tits every time you force a curse and a sigh out of her: the bared teeth and the effort to push herself back on her arms, bracing for every thrust, fighting and fumbling to keep her balance and to make sure you have to pound her into the mattress until her cries reach a pitch.

Then, the thing you'd learned she'd never ask for but oh-so-dearly-wanted - you open your palm and bring it down hard on her backside. The impact of your flesh to hers, a crack, a moan and her whole body flexes - and it's then you do it again: matching the hit to the visible red outline of your handprint. The third time, she hisses, biting into the bed sheets so as not to cry out.

"Right? This is what you want? To be fucked and used?"

She doesn't reply with words, because she may in fact be biting her teeth into the cotton threadcount at the end of the bed, but she lifts her ass higher, angles her hips like she's waiting for more. Her brow is creased in a smile, even though a frustrated groan escapes her lips - so you give her that again, and again, until the back of her thighs are turning red and she's clawing one hand back along the length of your legs - pushing and pulling.

"You want me to fuck you senseless, sweetheart?"

And then, so needy and desperate she's just saying the first word that come to mind:

"More-"

"-when I've been railing into you so hard and your husband probably knows already, has to have seen, maybe he's listening at the door- oh," and your whole train of thought comes to a sudden halt upon seeing Hyewon's hand land on the perfect round of her ass, fingers pulling her soft, reddening skin taut, up and away from where your cock is disappearing between her cheeks - to allow more of your shaft into her hot, wet cunt - allow you to fuck her and fuck her up - allow the length of your shaft to slide deeper and hit all the spots that will send her reeling into this orgasm and the next.

Your gaze is stuck however, not to her curves rippling in excess, the damage of your thrusts pounding her body to ruin, or the look of flawless pleasure twisting up the pretty features of Hyewon's reflection, but instead it's the fucking flash and catch of the diamond that adorns her fourth finger. Even when you have her completely helpless, bent on your mercy, she's still wearing that promise, that intention to have and to hold, and you think, for at least a second, this whole roleplay thing isn't the worst idea: being a surrogate to fulfill someone's wildest fantasies. It might even be enough to make you hard all over again - the thrill and the debasement of your girl, lines quickly blurring between the Hyewon you'll take home and put back together and the Hyewon you're fucking pouding into a mattress - the here and now.

"Fuck, Hyewon," you find yourself swearing - steadying the hips rolling back in your palms, bending down until the flat of your chest meets her back, until your nose is in her hair, the long strands sticking to her lips and the back of her ears. Until you feel her shaking as you suckle against her skin, at her neck, hot kisses between the shoulder blades, finding a grip in her hands. Her grip in yours - as she's muffling these exquisite, needy sounds; she is perfect. Hyewon is perfect.

The first time you cum, it's this hot splatter of white: smeared across her ass and the crease of her lower back. It feels almost dirty to think that's just how you feel about it; your heart is stuttering in its erratic pace, but your eyes are drawn and enraptured, the sight of it all.

Then second, maybe your favorite: when she slips her hand to your aching shaft and simply takes you back inside her. This soft, wet, inviting heat that pulls you back to her.

"God- please," her head tips back, you feel the arch of her back through her ribs and stomach, the way her breath catches as you slide your cock through her creamed-out-cunt so much harder and smoother. "It feels so fucking good, baby," and there are tears now, welling in the corner of her eyes, "don't stop, God don't ever stop-"

She can barely finish her sentence before she's cut off, a moan ripped from the bottom of her lungs and a gasp straight from the pain-pleasure that has your balls slapping against her pussy every other stroke. And suddenly she's sitting, or rather, squirming into your arms, her face buried in your shoulders as she starts riding you, and not-quite crying and saying again - again, the whole filthy lot of things: about her wanting you to fill her, to plug her up with your cock. Every thrust she whines in your ears, clutching onto the fabric of your shirt and making a mess of herself in you.

It's this wild and reckless thing that makes its way around the room, on every surface and bit of furniture. You fuck her over the counter, let her ride you on the sofa, the chair, the two of you managing to find some sort of assistance in the wall even, the door frame, her legs up your sides and the slippery-sticky-heat of your mouths connecting and everything that isn't exactly meant to support that kind of strain buckling and nearly giving way - once when the wooden joints in the door-frame shift, once when she begs for release in that frantic voice that doesn't sound a thing like her. And the way she comes apart under you after, on top of you - is even sweeter; you imagine there's this endless possibility for love, for pleasure, a whole world in bundled in the notion that you could do it for her again, that it was always a question of Hyewon letting you have her that way, and the rest was mere foreplay - a stretch.

Only, on the bed again, Hyewon shivers beneath you, this full-body response, and you've got her stretched as she opens up - that the slightest of movements has her already whimpering out "fuck," and "please," and "right there," and "fuck you're going to make me come like this. You're so good, just fucking," and "more, harder, please, you feel so fucking good-"

The desperation for release is so palpable in her that it's curling into your stomach as your press Hyewon's knees into the points and edges of her shoulders and fold in her half - this perfect angle of leverage. Fucking her like she's yours and no one else's - the absolute delight of her cunt, wet, hot, and desperate to milk you empty - her body quaking at the force of each thrust, and the hungry grind of your hips into hers. Her fingers digging and knotting in the sheets around you until her knuckles pale, and your own grasp on her skin threatens to bruise.

"Inside me," she gasps out, because she can feel that edge just as well as you, "I want you to fill me, just cum inside, God, you always feel so amazing, fuck, like that, cum inside me, cum in me-"

"How could I say no, especially when you ask so sweetly," you tell her, kissing into her smile, "can you take another? Baby, look at me, look into my eyes, yeah? Look right back at me."

Her eyes blink and roll back a bit, almost losing focus and her eyelashes flutter - the creases in her brow, the elegant lines of her face locking up in the overwhelming tension, then, a peak.

And a demand, meekly asking you to fill her up. Until there's nothing left. "Cum," Hyewon moans, "for the love of fuck-"

You push her past her climax until she's practically weeping, sobbing through a litany of nonsense and slurred, unfinished sentences and almost howls, struggling beneath your weight and coaxing her fingers over the surge at the base of your spine. Before a hot liquid mess bursts out of you, into the deepest reach of Hyewon's throbbing cunt - cumming inside her, while you hold her down, not allowing her to move as your hips lock and you're both left groaning in utter agony.

(This was the thing you'd told her once - cumming inside her was almost always worth the effort it took to clean it all back out. You like the possessive aspect of it, maybe the slight humiliation, and more than anything, she'll just melt: once she's gone past the immediate discomfort. If anyone could really learn to get off on feeling a little filthy, it's the two of you. And she knows that too, Hyewon's eager little pout intimates, as she blinks down to watch where the two of you connect.)

You don't say much for the next while. If there's a line where this particular escapade blends back into your normal life, where the Hyewon curled up in the sheets is your own girl and not some half-conceived entity that didn't fit the reality of the rest of the evening, or how you see Hyewon everyday, even then, it’s not clear.

She's utterly boneless - this fragile, dazed thing that runs her palms all the way around her breasts and pulls up her stockings a little further up the line of her hips, as if you weren't going to peel them back and slip them all the way off when you had the wherewithal to handle it. But the strength in her isn't entirely lost either, she looks ready to burst: this air of pride and smugness - victory, right in her grin, which isn't totally surprising. Hyewon usually gets an odd satisfaction out of your participation in whatever hedonistic or obscene thing it is she wants to try.

This was her fantasy - maybe not a deeply rooted or unattainable one, but she'd worked out some kinks of hers and has walked away a far better woman for it, knowing what a sight she is to you. Like this.

"That was... fun," Hyewon eventually says, collecting articles of clothing strewn about the room.

Her shoes are one of two sets in the shoe-rack, but she'll have to look around and under the bed to find her dress. It would probably be some strange level of easy to play dumb and wait until she comes to the conclusion on her own that she should bend down and check down there, but she looks a little too worn out to really be interested in her clothes, more like, ready for the next part.

"We should do it again," her gaze lands, intent, and serious, back to you.

"Which part?" you have to ask, because you're probably still, a little slow on the uptake.

A small laugh, the sly smirk to herself; she knows she has you wrapped so perfectly around her finger, ready to bend to whatever game she can come up with: "whichever part you like."

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝

Novelties came and went as the years passed — the phases of costumes and trends passed you by with as little care as the last, but not this year. You were determined to make this a surprise that would take Bucky by storm, especially if you reaped the rewards of it.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ღ Nurse!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ღ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Unprotected, clothed and desperate piv, roleplay, clit play, squirting, multiple orgasms, dirty talk to the extreme ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, daddy, uniform

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ღ This was originally a prompt that @smutconnoisseur gave me many months ago, and I hope I did it justice.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ღ Cravin' by Stileto, Kendyle Paige

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ღ @rookthorne's Fright Night — Masterlist ღ @anyfandomfluffbingo 𝗜𝟯 — Nurse/Patient — Masterlist ღ @mcukinkbingo 𝗡𝟰 — Revealing Clothes — Masterlist

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

If there was one thing you were grateful for during Halloween, it was the ease of access to costumes.

At least, that’s what you thought as you stared at the spread of your choice of costume over the bed covers in front of you. It was a simple fit, if only a little sexy — it was the best you could find that looked even remotely comfortable. The kit that it came with included a flimsy, plastic stethoscope, and a headband that looked utterly ridiculous.

You shook your head and tossed said headband into the waste bin next to the door, and then you eyed the set of thigh high stockings and garters. The lingerie sale had enticed you into getting them and you figured you may as well go all out — it was a treat, why not?

It was only when you were struggling to pull said thigh highs up your legs did you regret the choice to include them at all. “This is ridiculous-” You grunted, yanking the elastic higher and you grimaced at the sound of tearing fabric. “Hard. What the hell, how did women do this on the daily–?”

“Baby?” Bucky called from the living room, just where you had left him. “Are you alright? What’re you doin’?”

“Nothing!” you called back, hopping on one foot to sit on the edge of the mattress. “It’s fine, don’t worry–I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay…” He didn’t sound convinced, but you didn’t hear him approaching the bedroom, either.

You blew out a breath of relief and continued on the painstaking task of dressing up. The skirt of the costume flared out from your waist and ended just below your ass – if you stood straight, you were covered, if you bent over, Bucky would learn just how little you were wearing after all.

Forgoing panties was a new, foreign feeling, but it made your heart race in the best way – it felt like you were carrying and concealing a secret that only Bucky would find out and know.

With the stockings and dress in place, you heaved a sigh, panting slightly with the effort. “This better be worth it,” you muttered as you grabbed the small heels from the foot of the bed. In some way, you knew it would be, but you reserved your judgement for when you rounded the corner to face the living room, where Bucky was currently lounging and reading a book.

You looked back at the bed once more to make sure it was neat, and then you slowly padded out of the bedroom, careful to not let the heels click too loudly over the floor. The stethoscope that came with the costume dangled in your hand before you placed it around your neck.

Taking a deep breath, you mustered all of the grace, courage, and sensuality you could manage, and you peeked around the corner.

Bucky was curled up on one end of the couch, legs tucked up and to the side of his body, while he rested the book on his knee. There was a thoughtful frown on his lips, and crease between his brows as his eyes flitted from left to right over the page, and then when he changed the page, the tip of his tongue ran over his lips before that frown would appear once again.

A navy blue henley stretched over his chest and shoulders while the sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing his muscled forearms and gentle hands. His thighs were covered in the soft fabric of his favourite (and your favourite) grey sweatpants that hugged his thighs and showed off much more.

Loose strands of hair from the bun at the nape of his neck framed his face, bringing to life just the shadow of stubble he’d let grow over his two days off. The glasses perched on the edge of his nose slipped slightly and you watched, your mouth watering, as his hand moved from the book and pushed the frames back up with his index finger.

He insisted that they were good for reducing strain on his eyes; you insisted they were an aphrodisiac.

While you stared, he licked the tip of his finger and flipped the page once more, completely oblivious to your presence around the corner. It was a battle to keep the small whimper in your throat from escaping at such a small gesture, but your cunt began to throb the more you watched his mouth.

Get it together, you scolded yourself, gritting your teeth slightly in determination.

You stepped forward and rounded the corner, still careful to keep quiet, and you crossed your arms just under your breasts.

Bucky didn’t look up from his book when he said, “Hey, you alright?”

“Fine, babe,” you answered, arching a brow. “How’s the book?”

Not missing a beat, Bucky huffed and replied, “It’s okay–I don’t get what the hype behind it, but what can you do?”

“Right.” The two of you fell back into a comfortable, but charged, silence. “Buck?”

“Yeah?” He still didn’t look up from his book. He bit his lip as he turned the page again and the action made you squeeze your thighs.

Impatience finally stirred you into action, and you cleared your throat.

Only then did Bucky finally glanced upwards, but what he saw didn’t seem to register, because he looked back down at his book.

The spell lasted less than a second.

His head shot back up to stare at you so fast you were worried he would put a crick in his neck, and his mouth fell slack with the shock. Weakly, he uttered, “What the–?”

“Surprise,” you teased, blowing him a kiss. “I think it’s time for your examination.”

Bucky sat stock still for a moment, blinking rapidly as his book fell to the floor, entirely forgotten. “E-Examination?”

“You’ve been a good boy waiting for me, daddy,” you purred, and you beckoned him closer with a crook of your finger. “Come on. I’ll take you back.”

Wordlessly – whether he was too stunned to speak, or unable to even open his mouth to utter anything – Bucky rose from his perch on the couch, his cock already pitching a tent in his sweats. You grinned and grabbed his hand, before you turned and started to walk back to the bedroom.

It was then something seemed to clunk into place in Bucky’s mind, but it was the wrong gear.

“How the fuck do they expect us to do our jobs in that beats me, look, it’s so impractical!” Bucky said in one breath. You stopped and blinked at him for a second before he ploughed on, unable to take in the context that this was a sexy nurse costume. “You can’t bend in that; you can’t check vitals. And where the hell would you keep a damn pen?”

“Uh-”

Bucky scoffed, looking at the stethoscope that rested on your chest. “And that? Good luck gettin’ anything from that.” He looked down at your shoes and raised his brows in disbelief. “What- I swear they’re goin’ to kill me. How in the hell are we gonna do shifts with those?”

You couldn’t believe it. Here Bucky stood, in the middle of the living room with his dick half-mast, ranting and raving over a novelty costume. It took all of your will to not burst into hysterical laughter at the sheer humour of the situation – instead, you let go of Bucky’s hand and crossed your arms, sure to push your breasts up as you turned to fully face him again.

His eyes were drawn to them, and he immediately opened his mouth to speak, but something seemed to click in his mind – this time, the right gear landed in place. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

“Fuck.”

Before you could even point out that it was a bit of fun, Bucky launched forward and claimed your lips with his, bodily forcing you back against the wall where you squeaked into his mouth at the impact. “Fuckin’ hell, baby–what made you think a’this?” His voice was raspy and deep with need, and it only made you whine in reply. “I need to fuck you–need it so bad, Sugar, please.”

“Fuck me, daddy,” you whispered against his lips, gripping the back of his neck. He went willingly when you guided him to your throat, eagerly mouthing and nipping at the skin. There was brush of pressure over your costume and you gasped sharply when you realised his hips were stuttering – fucking the air in his desperation. “Need your cock, please.”

Bucky groaned and sucked harshly over your pulse point.

Your movements were clumsy as you stumbled into the bedroom, pulling Bucky along when he refused to let go of your body and cease his attack on your neck with his tongue and lips. He was breathing heavily as he moved his hands over your waist, roaming over your body until his palms brushed the tops of your thighs.

The lack of fabric or lace where your panties would have been seemed to make him pause. “You’re not–there’s- Fuck,” he rasped, moving his hands to cup your bare ass.

You moaned and fisted a hand in his hair, jostling the bun and his hair fell from the updo. “Wanted to be bare for you, daddy. Fill me up, c’mon.”

“I’ll do more than that, baby,” Bucky growled, and you shrieked in shock as he forced you down onto the bed, and he followed you, crawling up to your face and settling his still clothed crotch over your bare cunt. “You think you can tease me like this an’ get away with it?”

His forearms bracketed your shoulders as he grinded down into your heat, ignorant of the slick that now covered his crotch. “You’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, and you’re gonna beg for me to stop, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you moaned, and you fumbled with the elastic of his sweats and briefs, while his mouth continued the attack over your neck, going as far as your collarbone. “Give it to me–so ready for it.”

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured against your skin.

You felt the hitch in his breath rather than hearing it when you pulled his cock free from his boxers – it was heavy and hot in your hands, and for such a short window of arousal, it was already red and purpling over the head.

“Fuck,” Bucky moaned, and his hips shuddered as you pumped him with your fist, spreading the precum that had leaked down his shaft. You moved your other hand to trace over his head until he whimpered. “Baby–baby, shit. Please-”

In a blind urge of desperation, and with your hands occupied with his cock, you moved your feet to push down his sweats and boxers off all the way, but he gripped your ankle in his hand.

“No,” Bucky growled low in his throat. “Can’t wait, honey. Need your pussy, an’ I need it now. Don’t keep her from me.”

Heady arousal flushed your system and a wave of dizziness made you gasp.

“Fuck–yes, come on,” you begged, and you groaned loudly as he slowly forced his cock into your cunt, the stretch of it on the right side of painful. “Yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop–please!”

“Take it, baby,” Bucky moaned, his lips hovering over yours. “Such a good girl, only a bit to go–c’mon, open up for daddy-” The litany of praises was cut off with a harsh grunt when he finally bottomed out. “That’s it, good girl–good fuckin’ girl. Oh my god, fuck yes.”

Your breath turned laboured with him fully seated in your cunt, and you couldn’t stop the flutters that pulsed around him, making the slight jolts of his hips even harder to breathe through. “You feel s’good–so big, daddy.”

“I know, honey, baby,” Bucky murmured, kissing you softly. He rocked his hips slowly, teasingly, and each stroke made you whimper in your throat. “But you take me so well, jus’ like you were made for my cock, huh? Perfect fuckhole for daddy.”

“Hnng- Yeah, yeah, ‘m perfect,” you mumbled, dizzy with the pleasure of his words.

“Yeah, you are,” Bucky cooed. “Think you can take more, baby?” Your hair shook out from behind you with the eagerness of your nod, and he chuckled lowly before pecking your nose. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can get daddy to do his cardio for the day–need to keep ‘im in shape, yeah?”

Bucky’s hips surged forward and fucked into you with abandon – each thrust punched the air from your lungs with a huff and you gripped his shoulders, bunching the fabric of his shirt in your hands. “Ah–fuck! Yes, daddy!”

“Fuck,” he breathed, and he ducked his head to mouth at your throat. His hips drove forward with such ferocity you were pushed up the mattress. “You feel like heaven, honey–this pussy s’all mine. Mine.”

You couldn’t speak around the litany of squeaks and moans falling from your lips, but Bucky continued anyway. “Seein’ you in this pretty little outfit–shit, baby. You’re gonna kill me.”

“Worth- Oh! It–so worth it!”

“Fuckin’ agree with you, baby,” Bucky huffed. “Now you’ve got me needin’ to fuck this tight pussy so good she’ll be gaping when ‘m done–y’know that right, baby girl?”

Breathlessly, you shuddered and moaned a quiet, “Yes.”

“Good girl. Now take it.” Bucky’s thrusts became impossibly fast and you were sure your thighs would be bruised by the end of this tryst.

When the coil low in your stomach began to tighten, Bucky moved an arm from next to your shoulder and he whispered, “Want you to cum for me, baby. Need to feel you squeeze my cock.” His fingers brushed over your sternum. “Over, and over.” You could feel the pads of his fingers dance over your hips, and you whimpered when he leaned in close, his lips now right next to your ear. “And over, sweetheart.”

The pad of his index and ring fingers thrummed over your bundle of nerves with such speed you couldn’t draw breath from the onslaught of pleasure.

“That’s it, that’s it!” he called over your whines, and he fucked you harder – the strokes of his cock long and deep. “Oh, fuck–sweetheart, give it to me, give it to daddy. C’mon.”

Your climax roared through your body like a wildfire, bright and hot in its destruction; back bowed to the ceiling, you could feel the heat from Bucky’s chest over your middle while he continued to move his hips in a circular grind.

“Oh, fuck–shit, daddy,” you gasped finally, the waves now settling deep in your core again. “Fuck.”

Bucky chuckled, still rocking his hips. “I know you got one more in you, sweetheart,” he purred, and he nuzzled your neck, kissing it softly. “Let’s see just how hard I can get my nurse to cum for me.”

“Bu- Ah! Ah–fuck!” You gasped as Bucky fucked you up the mattress, his knees planted firmly to give him more leverage. The faster he fucked into you, the faster the feeling of another climax crested. This one felt different; more intense. “Oh, fuck–something- Different,” you hicupped, grabbing his biceps.

You could feel his grin against your throat. “I know, honey–you’re already squeezin’ me. Do you hear that?” The slick sounds of his cock fucking into you was loud over your pants for air, and you nodded weakly. You felt slick and cum run down your thighs and ass as he moved in and out of your heat. “I think you might even squirt for me this time, baby. You’re so fuckin’ wet–a fuckin’ mess for me.”

A shuddered moan fell from your lips before you could clamp your mouth shut. “Daddy–”

“That’s it, call me,” Bucky grunted, and he pulled away from your neck, balancing himself on his forearms to look down at you, watching your face as it contorted with the pleasure that he was giving you. “Call me, baby–I wanna hear my name on your lips when you fuckin’ squeeze my cock when you cum.”

Sharp, white hot pleasure tore through your body, from head to toe, and you keened as Bucky forced his cock deeper. “You’re pushin’ me out, honey–lemme in, need to feel it,” he moaned. “Fuck, you’re so pretty; that’s it, that- Fuck!”

You felt the dampness of your thighs before you could comprehend the heightened pleasure, and you glanced down to watch Bucky’s lower half become soaked from your climax. “Oh-”

“Fuck, that was hot,” Bucky breathed, and before you could answer, he crashed his lips to yours and forced his tongue into your mouth, fucking it languidly while his hips stuttered in their rhythm. You panted as Bucky pulled back, his breath fanning over your spit-slick lips. “I need t’a cum, baby,” he pleaded, thrusting deeper. “Please, please–lemme cum in-”

“Yes,” you rasped, nodding. The fabric in your fists was damp with sweat, and you suspected your costume was thoroughly ruined, but with the fucked out expression on his face, it was well worth it. “I want you to cum in me, daddy–give it to me, I need it.”

Bucky groaned and shuddered. He lowered his head to your shoulder and rested his forehead on your collarbone. You could hear him panting over the slapping of skin and slick noises of his cock in your cunt, and you fisted his hair. “Fuck me, daddy. Use my pussy–fuck it hard.”

“Oh, fuck,” he rasped. Each thrust sent a shock of pleasure curling up your spine, but you brushed it off, intent on making Bucky cum – you squeezed around him and scratched his scalp, pulling the strands between your fingers. “Yeah–yes, oh shit, baby!”

You grinned and fisted his hair tight, forcing his head up and over yours so you could watch his face. “Cum for me.” Bucky blinked and gritted his teeth as his hips faltered, then his mouth opened in a moan that sent a shiver down your spine. “That’s it–give it to me, daddy,” you cooed, cupping his face in your hands. Warmth bloomed in your cunt, and you moaned with him.

The slow, rocking rhythm Bucky set with his hips soothed you, bringing you slowly down from your high while he descended from his. “Fuckin’ hell, Sugar,” he murmured, and he kissed you on the lips, then the forehead.

“Do you think your cardio is done for the day?” you teased, and you bit your lip as you ran your hands down his chest, admiring the way the henley was soaked with his sweat. “You worked real hard, daddy.”

Bucky grinned and barked a laugh. “Nah, baby girl. ‘M not done with you yet.” He lowered himself and wriggled his arms behind your back to hug you, trapping you in place. “But I do need a minute. Fuck.”

The damp strands of his hair stuck to your fingers as you combed through his hair, content to wait a moment for him to catch his breath. “I think we should get you to do a stress test, too–just to be sure.”

You giggled as Bucky’s shoulder’s shook from quiet laughter, and then he moved to look down at you. “You know, you didn’t do a very thorough exam, nurse. I think you need to be taught how to do it properly.”

“Deal.”

The two of you laid there in one another’s arms, breathing and enjoying the closeness. It was then you decided you truly did love Halloween – especially for the costumes.

ha, yeah I am dead.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #rookthorne's works

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hardstraykidshours · 2 years

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skz and their reaction to you in lingerie

pairing: ot8 stray kids x fem/afab!reader

genre: smut, headcanon, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 929

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, collars, lingerie, degradation, praising, role play, semi public sex, licking/sucking, fem reader, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

chan

what you’re wearing for him: always a matching set, but the color and the style change every time. it could be lacy, see through, or strappy depending on what you’re feeling at that time, but no matter what, it’s always a cute bra and matching pantie.

without fail, chan is over the moon every time he sees you in lingerie. he cannot figure out how he ended up with someone so fucking gorgeous. the praise goes absolutely through the roof, he will not shut up about how you look like a literal goddess. he’s already a pleasure dom baseline, but it’s exponentially increased when you dress up for him. like you’re going to be cumming a minimum of five times.

minho

what you’re wearing for him: everything is very strappy, like there are straps, buckles, and rings literally everywhere. basically nothing is being covered. it’s also all exclusively black.

with minho, him seeing you wear lingerie goes a few different ways. sometimes he’s the one who actually bought you it to wear, because he wanted to see you dressed like his little slut. if you get something to surprise him, it’s always going to be a good night for you. something about you going out of your way to please him really strokes his ego. you’re going to hear lots of phrases along the lines of “you got all dressed up for me?” and “you wanted to look pretty for me?” and you’re definitely being heavily rewarded.

changbin

what you’re wearing for him: lot of bodysuits, specifically the ones with the buttons, so he can just snap them open and go for it. bonus points if there are garters attached with stockings, because they really accentuate your luscious thighs that he loves so much.

he literally short circuits when he sees you in lingerie. brain off, dick on. because you know how much it turns him on to see you in lingerie, you like to save it for specific situations. like you’ll surprise him with it when you’re super horny and just want to get your lights fucked out. alternatively if you know he’s super stressed but won’t stop thinking about whatever it is, you will put on a nice lacy bodysuit, because you know it will clear his mind of all thoughts.

hyunjin

what you’re wearing for him: you’re always picking something lacy, but very revealing. like all of it is extremely see through lace, leaving absolutely nothing up to the imagination. typically in red, black, or dark green.

obssessed. he loses his fucking mind when he sees you in lingerie. he is going to completely worship every inch of your body to show you how good you look. he will be sucking and biting on any part of you not covered by the lingerie, making sure to leave his marks all over your skin. anything covered by bits of lace he is going to lick and kiss reverently, completely transfixed by how stunning it is on you. he is also making sure you don’t take it off during sex; it’s staying on when he’s fucking you.

jisung

what you’re wearing for him: roleplay lingerie - cue slutty maid, slutty police officer, slutty anime character, etc. basically if it can be a character in any scenario but made slutty, you own it.

you don’t really spontaneously surprise him with lingerie, as all of it has to do with a roleplay scenario. it’s always planned ahead depending on what you two decided to do that evening. he's still going absolutely feral when he sees you in it, and you are always getting the best sex.

felix

what you’re wearing for him: it’s all going to be very lacy, but also tasteful. lots of pastel colors and usually in a babydoll style

you decide one day to wear it as a surprise and when he sees you, he gets super flustered. after he recovers from how incredible you look, he literally will not stop talking about how beautiful you are for the rest of the evening.

seungmin

what you’re wearing for him: everything is going to be a sheer mesh or embroidered, nothing lace. it’s also all very see through, like it’s covering everything while also simultaneously covering absolutely nothing. usually floral and dainty with lots of purples, pinks, and blues. the pattern/fabric is always the same, but the actual style of lingerie varies.

you love to put on lingerie and then go about your day as a way to get him going. like you will be in a completely sheer bodysuit just cleaning the house or cooking. and anytime you go out anywhere, like to drinks with friends or even just grocery shopping, you will tell him what lingerie you are wearing under your clothes just to taunt him. at least half the time you end up fucking somewhere wayyy too public as a result of your endeavors.

jeongin

what you’re wearing for him: you start out with just basic matching sets. over time, things evolve and you experiment with different styles. however, in the end his favorite ends up just being you naked in a collar.

in the beginning, he asked you to wear it because he wanted to see you in lingerie. after you realize how hot he thinks you look in it you start surprising him with it more often. you progress and try all sorts of different things until one of the times you go to a sex shop together he mentions a collar. after that, you never go back to regular lingerie.

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #stray kids #ot8 #stray kids headcanons #headcanons #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: painting with hyunjin

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yes-divine-ruler · 10 months

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Situationship w/ Alex - HCs

You’d meet at work, and the tension would be instant. He’d be a great co worker and show you the ropes. You always caught him coming a little too close to you, close enough to feel his breath fan the shell of your ear.

Every morning when you come into work, he’d already been there 15 minutes earlier. Just so he could stare at you as you walk in. His eyes would be glued to the outfit you’d worn that day. He loved your style, especially this one skirt in particular. It fit you perfectly, and had his head in a spin every time you wore it.

He was definitely a bit of a clown. He’d always try and make you laugh at work, and it made the days go by quicker. Sometimes you never wanted to leave because you were having such a good time together. Alex would pick up the most random sex toys and show them to you, roleplaying how he’d sell it to you if you were a customer. It definitely had a humid heat build between your thighs, especially when he’d click one on and let it vibrate against your palm while he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Alex would keep his dick in his pants until it was too unbearable. You’d been working at the same store for months, and apart from the occasional flirting and touching, nothing changed between you.

Until the work Christmas party. When you both drank a little too much and sat yourselves down in a little corner of the restaurant. Alex sat next to you in a booth, holding his drink as it sloshes around in his glass. He’d said something so funny you were toppled over laughing and trying not to let your own drink spill.

“You have such a gorgeous laugh,” Alex would say, reaching out and brushing his fingertips over your cheekbone. Your skin would tingle at his touch. You weren’t sure if it was all this built up tension or the alcohol that was drawing you to him. He felt the exact same way, and soon your faces were so close the tips of your noses would be brushing.

Your first kiss was hungry. After months of keeping it together, when your lips first met, you both found it hard to resist each other. Alex’s hands clawed at your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. His head titled to the side, allowing him better access. Your lips parted in desperation for his tongue to explore your mouth. Your tongue tasted the alcohol and subtle mint on his breath. It had your head spinning in need to feel more of him.

Moments later, you were in the restaurant’s restroom, ass planted on the edge of the sink, your panties pulled to the side and Alex slotted between your thighs. His damp, chestnut curls stuck to his forehead as he thrust deeper and deeper inside you. His left hand covered your mouth to stop you from screaming out his name, and his right worked at your clit, sending you over the edge.

The look on his face when he came would be stuck in your mind until the end of time. His plump, pink lips were sensually parted, his head was thrown back and the most animalistic moan escaped his bobbing throat.

It was the beginning of much more casual sex.

Once Alex got a feel for you, he couldn’t stop. There were times when you were alone in the store, where he’d tuck himself under the front desk, tug down your panties from under your skirt and pleasure you with his mouth. You were so sure there were claw marks in the edge of the wood from how often it happened.

You’d christened the stock room, the back couple of aisles and the single restroom. Eventually, he invited you over to his apartment, when Adultworld wasn’t doing it for you anymore.

You were more than amazed by his hidden talent, beautiful charcoal drawings with the most intricate of details. Alex had been hiding it all from you, especially the portrait he’d done of you. Your heart skipped a beat seeing him hide behind your portrait, his curls sticking out from behind it. You knew his face would be the brightest shade of red. It confused you, why he put so much time and effort into a portrait of you, if we weren’t sure this was more than sleeping together.

Both you and Alex ignored the fact that this situation-ship could be anymore. You continued to work at the store together, and then occasionally, head to his apartment afterwards to watch a movie, lazily make out and then fuck.

Sometimes, Alex would invite you out with his friends and sometimes you’d do the same with yours. As strictly friends, of course. Your friends were always trying to get greater intel into your relationship. They were convinced that whatever was going on between you was much more than just a situation-ship, and you were both just too afraid to admit your feelings for each other.

You on the other hand, we’re convinced it was nothing more on his part. Even though you spent an ample amount of time together, always kissed each other goodbye, and had introduced him to all your friends, he was still just… Alex.

Nothing more, nothing less - is what you tried to convince yourself anyway.

#evan peters #evan peters fanfic #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters requests #evan peters smut #evan peters imagine #evan peters x reader #american horror story #2nd person pov #fem!reader #alex adult world #alex adult world smut #alex from adultword #alex adult world x reader #evan peters headcanon #alex adultworld headcanon

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tetsunabouquet · 7 months

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Kanato Sakamaki NSFW Headcanon

(18+)

-You can expect some very freaky roleplay with him. -Kanato has a big wardrobe for his every fantasy. -Cute summer dresses for picnics, babydoll nightgowns, etc. -Ever since falling in love with you, he upgraded from his bridal fantasies to using you as a doll in every style he thinks is cute. -You're his doll, and if he happens to feel any arousal, it is a fuckdoll you shall be. -Which is why, often, he doesn't actually makes you wear any panties. -He often wants to fuck you in those very outfits he bought for you. -He won't even take your knee-stockings off, no. He needs the cute aesthetic. -Kanato worships you in lolita clothes, but he after a while he decided to seek out the simpler Lolita dresses because the many layers were difficult in bed. -He loves blowjobs when you're wearing hair ribbons. Your cute hairstyle really is the cherry on top that will make a boner pop. -Because of his creepy side, he often takes suggestive photos of you in those clothes, but styles you like a corpse before he snaps the picture. -He often makes you twist and bend uncomfortably to convey a dead body, clunkily sprawled on the ground. -After he takes the picture, he'll start jerking himself off as he plays with your clit. -He can be surprisingly sweet after those pictures, and really pampers you. -Has a gigantic pile of sweet treats for you if you want something after the sex. -Will feed you -Also wants to be fed -Might make a romantic comment comparing you to what he's eating. -Long kisses, because he wants to enjoy the taste of sweets on your tongue. -The way he goes from creepy, to sexual, to somewhat adorable has your heart do loops. -There is something about his sweet side, that makes you accept the creepy shit. -Sometimes, on the rare occasion there is a light-hearted, playful atmopshere between the two you can convince him to wear your accesoiries. -It's moments like these, were you feel like you're falling for him even more. -He takes aftercare for the two of your surprisingly seriously, and pretty much holds the maids at gunpoint to get them cleaning and restoring the outfits he defiles as he orders them around as he takes your clothes of in the bathroom.

#dl #diabolik lovers #diabolik brothers #diabolik boys #sakamaki brothers #kanato sakamaki #kanato x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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foursaints · 2 days

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okay fine 🙄 I'll be the one to ask..

since we're talking about remus and sirius: how is their sex like? are they weirdos like rosekiller or more on the vanilla side?

sending this on anon bc i feel like a Perv

♡♡ wait but i'm so glad you asked... to be honest the most major thing i see for them is a daddy kink. but in a way that differs wildly from whatever faux-daddy-kink thing rosekiller has going on.

the thing rosekiller has going on is like

(barty voice, extremely loud) YO.. DADDY’S GETTING HIMSELF A CAPRI SUN. YOU WANT ONE?

the most important thing to me is that wolfstar is a kinky couple but they are CORNY about it. they're unabashedly corny (but it's sort of cute, that they are). they're doing role-play with the little outfits, they're calling each other "daddy" & "princess", they probably own shibari ropes, and it's very domestic and stupid and lived-in (it's corny millennial kink-couple vibes, a little 😭). there is way less of the complex psychosexual veneer that i give other pairings

r/s is the heavyweight CHAMPION of daddy dom/babygirl relationships. sirius wears frilly panties & stockings that their daddy picked out, remus manhandles his little princess with his giant hands, and i think they would lean into the dynamics pretty hard in general?

remus brushes sirius's hair and does their pigtails. sirius can pout and swing her legs to get what she wants. i've had my brain chemistry fundamentally changed by fiveht's "disarm you with a smile" & greenvlvetcouch's "birthday boy" series.

(rosekiller is doing daddy stuff but in an insane faux-pederastic psychosexual freudian way where barty is working through his childhood trauma by perving on evan's innocent virginal fragility. come sit on daddy's lap, bunny. let him touch you in that place that makes you feel funny...) (this is why they're my faves)

the size kink is another major element... the fandom debates this every few months, but I'm firmly on the side of beautiful fairy princess sirius w/ her Gigantic Werewolf Husband. it's actually incredible that remus is able to fit inside her.

if you see sirius (5'3) holding remus's hand (6'5), you're briefly amazed at how their pretty head barely comes up to his collarbones.

cockwarming is definitely a huge thing for them. remus keeps her stuffed while he's grading papers, in bed in the morning, idly bounces her on it while they're watching a movie... he likes to see her pretty face when she gets overstimulated & cries

^AND he's doing this because she's always fucking bratty!!!

i just really believe that we should have the freedom to lean into the Wattpad-ification of it all. wolfstar can be really beautiful and complex (the most complex, even!), but r/s doesn't always have to be the most serious & best representation or whatever. i'm a rosekiller blog so i can carry the cross of "dainty elfin sirius in a little pink negligee & bunny-tail butt plug getting absolutely demolished by her wolf boyfriend's werewolf knot while he's in a rut, or whatever"

i think when they do sexy roleplay they make each other do voices, actually. they're dorks about it. they're dorks about everything

#a #nsft #guys I'm sorry I was so talkative today!! I always have more to say than I expect #once again: “why so concise” — the yapper

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a-literalrat · 5 months

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Hey so like its been two years since ive been on here

I kinda wanna get back into drawing/writing and roleplaying, so here i am haha. Im just lookin for some moots to interact with, so if ur interested in making a new friend or just an rp partner who kinda lags then im ur guy lol. I also wanna start doing requests, but obviously it depends on what the subject is and if i can actually do it TToTT i am 21, so preferably only people 18 or older contact me, i dont really feel comfortable talking to minors unless you have an art/writing prompt! I do both straight and LGBTQ+ ships

Anyways, heres my fandoms in random order, hmu :) I’ll probably update it the more i engage in media but this is what i can think of for now:

• Adventure Time

• Omori

• South Park

• Ace Attorney

• Neon Genesis Evangelion

• Crush Crush / Hush Hush

• Overwatch

• Star Trek

• Bungo Stray Dogs

• Sailor Moon

• Death Note

• Community

• Spy X Family

• Scott Pilgrim

• Bojack Horseman

• Ed Edd n Eddy

• Clone High

• Metalocalypse

• Moral Orel

• Red vs Blue

• The Owl House

• Amphibia

• Gravity Falls

• The Legends of Zelda (most games)

• Homestuck

•Fooly Cooly

• Clarence

• Regular Show

• The Amazing World of Gumball

• Doki Doki Literature Club

• EddsWorld

• To Your Eternity

• Panty and Stocking with Guarder-belt

• Night in the Woods

• Five Nights at Freddys

• Percy Jackson

• Bee and Puppycat

There’s probably plenty i didnt put down, so if you have a question about a fandom not on here lmk, maybe I’ll get into it haha

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gabessquishytum · 1 year

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Hob in a maid outfit. That's it. That's the ask.

I like the image of Dream sitting somewhere, his throne or the library, maybe Hobs' apartment, he's just chilling with some books. He then sees a flash of white, and you guys know the funny trope of glancing up at whatever caught your eye, looking down again, takes a second to process what you saw, and once it does your head whips up and you do a double take? That's exactly what Dream does once he processes the sight of Hob in a sexy maid outfit, complete with thigh-high lace stockings and garter and the fucking feather duster.

Hob knows exactly what he's doing okay, he's acting all innocent, dusting away like he doesn't know how hot his ass looks in the frill skirt. Oh whoops, dropped a knickknack on the floor, hope Master won't be too angry as I slowly bend over and pick it up.

Yup, there goes the last of Dream's braincells, feral mode activated.

-Love Yan Anon <3

Hob would do this. I firmly believe that he owns a maid outfit. Probably one specifically tailored to his body (gotta highlight the Hoboobies, you know).

He puts it on as a semi joke. Thinking that Dream will maybe reward him with one of those lovely smiles, maybe a fond eye roll. Maybe he’ll drag Hob off to bed and have his way with him. Hob is not expecting Dream to look at him and practically have the words KINK ACTIVATED flash over his head.

Well. Hob obviously has to show him a good time. So he gets into the roleplay, cleaning up the living room, taking the dirty mugs off to the kitchen (making sure that he sashays his hips on the way out), asking Sir if there’s anything he needs? All the while Dream.exe has stopped working.

When he comes back online, Dream pounces. He pushes Hob up against the kitchen table and bends him over, flipping the tiny frilly skirt up to reveal his pretty plump arse and his silky white panties. Hob is moaning and spreading his legs wider already (maybe he’s also more into this than he originally realised). For a few minutes Dream can only rut against him and grope him through the outfit.

But eventually, when he’s cum once all over Hob’s exposed arse, Dream gets down on the floor and has an excellent time playing with the stockings - stroking them, even rubbing his cock on the soft material. While Hob has to stand still and be a good girl for him. If he behaves nicely then maybe he’ll get his slutty hole filled up, or maybe Dream will fuck his face.

Either way, Hob will be cleaning up afterwards.

#yan anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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threadsun · 8 months

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Super unrelated to anything but what lingerie do you think all the guys would wear/look best in?

I have SO many thoughts about it!!! I mean, they'd all look good in everything, but if I have to pick just one for each of them...

Jack feels like a simple kinda guy, like just a matching lace set of bra and panties, maybe a push up and hip huggers?

Ian would look adorable in a teddy with a garter belt and stockings, especially a closed-crotch one for that cute bulge~

Shaun I want to see in a lacy underbust corset to show off those tits~ plus some black lace panties

Nick should wear a see-through babydoll with a g-string underneath, though I could also see him in a bustier or corset

Joseph would look so good in some stockings and a garter belt, especially with a bustier and thong

Jean I could definitely see wearing some sort of bodysuit or body stocking, especially a see-through lace one

Rory should wear a cute lil french maid outfit!! Like the ones that are costume lingerie for roleplaying

Barry I weirdly think would look nice in a negligee? Like just a plain silky one, maybe in white or light pink?

Bo I wanna see go full Chippendale. The bowtie collar, the wrist cuffs, and some plain black briefs

#panie-wanie-dean-bean #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #dachabo #sdj jack #sdj ian #sdj shaun #sdj nick #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj rory #barryposting #18+ only #sunshine #oughhhhh thank you for indulging my love of lingerie!!!!!

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existslikepristin · 2 years

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Mamba Class

Prepare your butts because this one is chaotic. Make sure to read the very descriptive tags and get out your ELP wrote something dumb bingo cards. Thank you to @panchatea and @ggidolsmuts for beta reads and editing! I promise they're not responsible for the criminally stupid parts of this story, because I rejected those specific edits. They tried to stop this for everybody's benefit, but despite their efforts, it's here.

Tags: TheLounge, NSFW smut, Aespa, Winter, futa!Karina, Ningning, Giselle, look at the cover and try to guess the pairing(s?), also read Get To Blow You first if you haven’t already, penis-vagina sex, anatomy 101, the ultimate birth control, thoughts of throatfucking, thoughts of anal, thoughts of roleplay, thots of Aespa, thoughts of hatred, thoughts of questionable sexualities, thoughts of heterosexual sex, thoughts of homosexual sex, there’s a lot of thinking about lots of sexual topics okay just read the damn fic, wait there are more tags, bartering for nudes, choking intended to be violent but turns out to be sexy, cunnilingus, creeper photos, panty-stealing, breeding, crying about breeding, and I think maybe some student/teacher roleplay, okay now you can read the fic, thank you for coming to my TED tags

The room was similar to a set on which SM had made them shoot a very low budget video with particularly bad microphones. Tiny school desks with built-in chairs awkwardly set up next to each other in an otherwise bland, flat, entirely purple room. The difference was that this time there were only three desks instead of four, because Karina wasn’t seated. She was dressed as a sexy school teacher and trying—failing—to set up an oldschool overhead projector.

Of course, referring to any of Karina’s outfits as “sexy” was redundant. A pencil skirt, glasses, heels, and white blouse so tight that a button had to be left undone? Yeah. That’s fair. Looking like a sex nuke in some dorky-ass costume, Winter thought. She didn’t resent Karina for being so hot, but she still wasn’t over some portion of her inferiority complex, it seemed.

“Aw, come on,” Karina mumbled, “I had this ancient thing working at home…”

Giselle’s voice was muffled by her arms. “Why didn’t we just stay there, then?” Her boorish behavior matched her look. Her school uniform was worn askew, missing a button or two at both the top and bottom of her dress shirt, her necktie’s knot all the way down to her clavicle, and her stockings were replaced with fishnets. Her head was down, as if she was trying to take a nap.

“Yeah,” said Ningning. She wore her uniform a little differently. The skirt was far too short, the deep-cut shirt was tied up to make it an impromptu crop top, the jacket was left wide open, and she somehow found a pair of hot pink heels to wear over her white calf-length socks. She twirled her hair around her finger. “And why did we have to get dressed up for this?”

Winter scoffed. The other two were barely “dressed up,” unlike her. She’d put some effort in. Her uniform was steam-pressed, her stockings were regulation length, and, well, frankly, she didn’t look like such a god-damned whore. “Stop complaining.” Winter chided them both. “Karina said it was important, so we better listen.”

“Thank you, Winter,” Karina said. Teacher’s pet pride welled up in Winter’s chest. “Now if I could just turn this darn thin—Ah, fuck!”

Intense light jabbed Karina in the eye as the device flicked on as she peered into the reflectors. She staggered toward the light switch, blinking the residual shadows out of her eyes while the others chuckled. “I read an article online that said creating a clearly defined… ugh.” Karina rubbed at her eye as the light cut out. “A clearly defined educational scenario is good for information retention.”

Ningning gave Winter a confused look. Winter shrugged. She wasn’t in the mood, and it wasn’t the time, to explain big words to the bimbo.

On the wall, upside down, was a cutout diagram of a uterus, arrows pointing at each section. Karina sighed and flipped it right side up. "Who can tell me what this is?"

Winter and Giselle rolled their eyes at each other. Ningning answered, "My baby factory?"

Karina continued, unphased by the blatant disregard for scientific anatomical terminology. "Well, that is its function, kind of, yes. For the sake of ease, I'll be referring to this, collectively, as the vagina, but it's a fascinating piece of biological machinery, capable of creating life!"

"But only if it gets filled to the brim with the creamiest baby batter from a rock hard cock, right?" Ningning asked.

"Yyyes? Sure." Karina moved on, pointing everything out as she said it out loud. "See, here we have the parts you've no doubt seen, the labia majora and minora, the clitoris, and the vaginal opening. Just above is the unfortunately lesser-known urethra. That's where you pee from. And then inside, we have the vagina itself, cervix, uterus, fallopian tubes, and ovaries. These are the sections in which a baby can begin to be created, when a sperm manages to penetrate an egg."

She was interrupted by a loud, fake snore from Giselle. "We know how it wooorks!"

"No, this is good! I didn't know babies were made that far up in my hoohah!" Ningning was doing a great job at playing the ditsy student, though Winter couldn't tell if it was an act or not. "So what you're saying is that you have to really get absolutely flooded with jizz so it's squeezed through those teeny tiny fallcopium tubes?"

Winter scowled. "It's 'fal-OH-pee-in.' And just a little will do. Only one sperm cell has to get to an egg for pregnancy to occur."

"Cell…?" Ningning mumbled.

"Yes, thank you Wint—" Karina said.

"But," Giselle cut in with a sly grin, "surely more cum gives better chances, maybe even for more babies at once, right?"

Ningning's eyes lit up like they were extra projectors. "I hope so!"

"N—Hey! Let's not get too far off-lesson!" Karina looked flustered.

In spite of that flustering, or maybe partially because of it, Winter still found herself staring every few seconds. She licked her lips. Karina’s tits were the stuff of dreams. Her ass was held tightly by the pencil skirt, which slimmed it down, but it still so clearly flared out from her hips. As she stepped around the fake classroom, adjusting her maybe-fake glasses and pointing at the images on the wall, describing the functions of the female anatomy, the heavy clicking of her pointed heels on the floor gave Winter the kinds of ideas reserved for the bedroom, basement dungeon, and naughty fanfiction (which, considering one of those scenarios is currently relevant, the ideas were like, Karina forcing Winter to lick the heels, pushing them against her throat, etc, all while calling Winter a dirty, dirty girl, and masturbating onto her face. That would be hot, right, you dirty slut? You totally want to read about—).

Winter shook the horniness out of her head and caught back up with Karina’s likely-unnecessary sex ed lesson. She was just finishing the description of stem cell division.

"Now, having explained the basics," Karina stated with a very anime-esque push of her glasses up her nose, "I can explain how our birth control works. Though there are many types, ours has the side benefit of preventing all sexually transmitted infections without requiring barriers like condoms or dams, but it is also one hundred percent guaranteed effective. You see…" She swapped out projector slides to an image of a penis and a vagina, each covered by a ghostly blue sheen. "A nano force field is projected from each cell within the genital region…"

Obviously, Winter was fully aware of how their birth control worked. It was honestly so simple and easy to understand. Therefore, she took the opportunity to fantasize further about Karina. Since the Get to Blow You event, being canonically just over a week earlier, she had avoided Karina in the dorm. Sure, she was feeling quite a bit more confident in herself since then, but not quite so confident as the day itself, and she didn't want to come across as too eager to choke herself near to death on Karina’s footlong schlong at every possible opportunity. Which, for clarity, she was. Eager, that is.

Winter’s imagination ran wild with all of the things she wanted to do with Karina at once. She wanted to dress as a sexy maid and have homeowner!Karina throatfuck her for missing a spot while dusting, be saved from a burning building by firefighter!Karina and resuscitated via throatfuck, and welcome sailor!Karina home from a long voyage with a hug and/or a throatfuck right on the dock… But she fantasized about more than just throatfucking! Winter wanted Karina to bend her over a log on a mountain hiking trail and fuck her pussy, to fuck her ass on an Antarctic science mission, and to lock her in a dungeon and feed her nothing but cum by brutally throatfucking her like a war criminal.

Who’s the war criminal in that one…? Wait, why do I care? Stretch my throat, Karina, fuuuck…

A slap on the arm snapped Winter back to reality. Giselle gave her an “are you an idiot” sort of look and pointed at her mouth. Only then did Winter notice that she’d been drooling. She quickly wiped the throat lubricatio—drool away and looked back up at Karina just in time to catch the last sentences of the lecture.

“Therefore, as hot-blooded hot girls with large networks of extremely attractive friends…” Karina spun around to face the schoolgirls again, her tits coming to rest shortly after the rest of her stopped moving. “We are now perfectly within our rights (and expectations) to engage in any sexual activity we wish, with zero percent chance of pregnancy! Any questions?”

Winter assumed there would be no questions, but was immediately proven wrong.

“WHAT?!” Ningning screamed.

Karina blinked. “What… what?”

“ZERO PERCENT CHANCE OF PREGNANCY?!” That time, everybody covered their ears. They could still hear Ningning just fine.

“Um, yeah.” Giselle took a turn to respond. “That’s kind of exactly the point of ‘birth control.’”

“BIRTH CONTROL LETS YOU CONTROL WHEN YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY! IT’S IN THE NAME!”

“Technically yes, but like, by preventing it. It’s not like a remote con—”

Ningning’s next scream didn’t consist of words. It was an incoherent banshee wail. Winter stood up to slap a hand over her mouth. “God, Ningning! Calm the fuck down. What’s the big deal?” She pulled her hand away just in time to avoid being bitten.

“You can’t…” Ningning stuttered hard, “You can’t— You c— You can’t— You can’t— YOU CAN’T TELL ME— You can’t tell me about how baby-making works, getting me all hot and worked up, just to say I CAN’T DO IT ANYMORE! I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS!”

Winter would have planted her hands on her hips, but she still needed them to prevent hearing loss. “Yeah you did. Idol contract bullshit. Don’t worry, though. It’s reversible.”

Ningning stood up slowly, gripped the collar of Winter’s shirt, got inches away from her face, and whispered menacingly. She shook with the kind of rage a momma bear would have if she found out she didn’t actually have any babies to momma and wouldn’t be having any any time soon, which was an appropriately specific type of rage for the situation. Her enormous eyes were far wider than usual. “Hhhooowww?”

Winter shook too, but with the kind of fear that a puppy would have if confronted with a momma bear shaking with the kind of rage a momma bear would—everybody got the point.

“You can just get it reversed, Ningning,” Karina said, cautiously stepping forward. “After our contracts expire.”

Ningning’s head snapped over to her. “THAT’S GOING TO BE YEARS FROM NOW AND I WANNA GET BRED!”

“Babe,” Giselle said, far too calmly for the situation, “we work for SM. We get bread every daaay. Hahaaa—Shit.”

Giselle had to jump out of and behind her desk to put it between herself and Ningning, who let go of Winter to go on a new warpath. “THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOUR JOKES! I! NEED! BABIES!”

The action movie played out in a half circle around Winter. Giselle faked a twitch in one direction, then broke in the other, running past Karina and behind Ningning’s desk just in time to dodge a grab. Unfortunately for her, the previous momma bear analogy proved quite apt, as Ningning picked the desk up and tossed it backward, narrowly missing Winter and smashing into the room’s fourth wall. It hurt your knees.

Before Ningning got her (a sufficiently vague phrase for the incoming violence, in Winter’s mind), Giselle threw up her hands, winced back, and quickly shouted, “Hol’uptheresanotherway!”

Ningning squinted. "What do you mean, ‘another way?’"

Giselle continued with her arms still mostly in front of her face. "Well you see, the birth control—"

"Birth prevention," Ningning corrected, incorrectly.

"Sure. Birth prevention can only take so much of a beating before it gives out. If it gets hit by too much semen, surely it will let the sperm through and you'll get pregnant."

Winter and Karina stared at each other. Karina mouthed something like, What is she saying?

Winter responded with a similarly soundless, How am I supposed to know what nonsense Giselle is spouting? It’s an obvious lie, but I honestly hope it gets Ningning to calm down. I fear for my safety. It seemed that Karina didn’t catch all of that, so, rather than try again, Winter just shrugged. It seemed to get across the necessary part of the message.

Ningning gazed into the vacuum of space. “Too much semen…” she whispered dreamily, “Extreme breeding…”

Giselle raised her eyebrows, put down her arms, and smirked. “Um, yes. Exactly. Extreme breeding is your best bet. You’ll have to try real, real hard though, you know? Just like, constant fucki—” She was interrupted by a stern throat-clearing and glare from Karina. “I mean, just once a week, when you’re ovulating.”

“Once a week?!” Karina interjected. “What happened to the information retention from my lecture?!”

Ignoring her entirely, Giselle continued. “Yeh, totally. Or yeah, like however long it takes you to ovulate. Just ask Karina to fuck you until your womb is overflowing and eventually the birth… prevention will break and you’ll get totally super preggo.”

Ningning blinked back out of her daydream and pointed back at the teacher. “Karina?”

“Yup,” said Giselle.

Silence.

“What?” asked Ningning.

Giselle rolled her eyes. “Well she’s got a huuuge dick, and jizzes like, multiple gallons at a time.” She gestured at Karina, then made repeated “bursting” motions with her hand, accompanying them with explosion noises.

Well, that’s not awkward at all, Winter thought.

Ningning’s eyes met Karina’s, but once again the room was silent (besides Giselle’s continuing explosive ejaculation sounds).

“Is that true?” Ningning eventually asked.

Karina cringed and scratched her eyebrow. “I mean… it’s not that big.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me about that?! I love cocks!”

“You… Ningning, you just turned eighteen. It’s only early-to-mid-December of 2020 right now, remember?” Karina reminded the reade—her members of when this story took place. Winter nodded, her blonde-blue hombre hair waving around her shoulders as she did. Giselle also confirmed that she was, in fact, still blonde, in case you forgot.

“That’s given me at least a month and a half to discover my love of dick! How do you know I haven’t been getting bred since Halloween.”

Karina took a deep, frustrated breath. “You lost your virginity last week. I literally had to pull Hyunjin’s dick out of your pussy, and you screamed at me in front of him for ruining your first time.”

“Yeah, but—”

“He ran away. You didn’t even ask him if… It’s fine. We’ve been over this.”

“I know. I know.” Ningning didn’t sound especially sincere. “Ask for consent. I remember. Will you please destroy my birth prevention with your explosively powerful jizz missile, Karina?”

“What? I’m not going to do th—”

Ningning growled, clenched her fists in front of her chin, and shook with the kind of rage a momma bear—everybody. Got. The point.

“Damn! Fine!” Karina shouted. “Just… show me your tits so I can get in the mood… maybe.”

Ningning’s entire demeanor shifted from mad momma mammal to cheery Chinese chipmunk at record speed. She spun on her heels and, facing away from Karina, worked to untie the knot holding her shirt together.

Karina huffed, sighed, and lifted her pencil skirt, cinching it around her waist. The look on her face was very much that of one who was done with the situation they’d been forced into. The look on Winter’s face was very much that of one who was on the verge of drooling (again). Karina’s underwear couldn’t contain her enormous dick, so it was, for all intents and purposes, as if she wasn’t wearing any. It hung, bare, against her right leg. Winter marveled at it, wondering how it hadn’t been visible before, since it seemed to reach down further than the skirt had.

As the leader and maknae prepared for what was sure to be a mighty fucking, Giselle walked back over to Winter. She looked strangely impressed. “What a strange turn of events, huh?”

“If you say so.” Winter shrugged. “It seems a little contrived though, like something Rina would write. Oh, but you knew about Karina’s penis too, huh?”

“Haha, hell yeah. It’s fucking awesome, right?” The two high fived each other. Winter immediately regretted high fiving to the objectification of her biggest crush.

Wait, Giselle has seen her cock… Surely, that must have been in the last few days, Winter thought.

Ningning finished untying her shirt, and started turning back around to face Karina with her chest fully exposed. “I hope you know what you’re talking about Giselle, because I really can’t wait until the end of my contract to get knocke—DADDY OF GOD!”

“Ha!” Winter fake-laughed and playfully jabbed Giselle in the rib. “That’s what I said when I first saw it too.”

“You said ‘daddy of god?’” Giselle asked in a mocking tone.

Ningning was on her knees in front of Karina within seconds, lifting the magnificent member to eye level. “Is this real life?”

“Well not exactly.” Winter corrected herself. “I said ‘mother of god,’ not ‘daddy,’”

“Oh, that’s funny. I said ‘mommy.’” Giselle smirked, pulled her desk closer to Winter’s, and sat down.

Rubbing the stress out of her eyes, Karina said, “Yes. It’s real.”

“‘Mommy of god’ or just ‘mommy?’” Winter asked.

Giselle nodded, “‘Mommy of god,’ yeah.”

“And you’ll fuck a baby into me with it?” Ningning’s eyes sparkled.

Karina sighed. “Yeah, I guess. Go ahead and take off your panties.”

“That really is funny,” Winter said, then lowered her voice, “Do you think the first time Karina saw her own cock she said ‘father of god?’ Because if she did, it would be like… full circle, you know? ‘Father, Mother, Mommy, Daddy.’”

“Panties? Why would I be wearing panties?”

“Y-you!” Karina gawked. “Why would you be weari—Why wouldn’t you in a skirt that short?!”

“In case I get pregnant, duh. The baby has to be able to breathe, you psycho.”

Giselle gave Winter a curious look. “That was a weird order to say those in.”

“Well I’m just saying them in the order they happened.” Winter sat back down as well. “Clearly Karina saw her own dick first, then me a little bit ago, then you, and now Ningning.”

“Gorl, I’ve been on that cock for like a year now.”

Winter’s jaw dropped. “‘Been on?’ What’s that mean?”

“You know, like bouncing on it.” Giselle leaned closer and whispered, “Gettin’ fuuucked.”

Winter was glad she was sitting. It wasn’t a surprise that Giselle might have had sex with Karina, but… This… fucking, Winter thought, She… she fucked Karina before me? What a goddamn whore! Of course, it made sense to Winter that Karina would fuck Ningning before fucking her. Karina was being compelled to do so for the sake of saving everybody’s lives. It was a heroic sacrifice that Winter got to watch.

She couldn’t look at Giselle anymore without fuming, so she instead turned her full attention toward Karina and Ningning. Ningning was already on the floor, on her back, with her legs folded almost behind her head. Karina was on her hands and knees, letting Ningning guide her dick.

The scene was actually quite ideal. Winter could watch and maybe deduce what things Karina liked, in a sexual sense. This was just a good experiment, and she wouldn’t let Giselle being a massive Karina-thieving slut ruin her observation. Just because Giselle was a dumb whore who might have taken Karina’s precious virginity while Winter was completely unaware didn’t mean she had to dwell on it while her panties got soaked by watching Karina fuck Ningning who was also quite attractive and had a lovely ass with her beautiful, gorgeous cock and her equally beautiful ass and legs gently guiding herself downward toward the awaiting cavern of—Goddammit Giselle you fucking tramp bitch slut.

Juices subtly bubbled around Karina’s cock as she sunk into Ningning’s pussy.

Winter was torn between her mild disgust at how obscenely wet Ningning was and her not-so-mild horniness. She glanced at Giselle, despite still being disgusted and/or jealous, to see if, perhaps, Giselle was masturbating, in case she could use that as an excuse to begin doing so herself. She was disappointed to see that wasn’t the case. In fact, Giselle was resting her head in her arms like she was going to try to sleep through the scene in front of them.

"OOOH YES, DADDYYY!" Ningning screamed as Karina came close to bottoming out. There was already a small puddle forming under Ningning’s raised butt.

"D-don't… why would you call me that?" Karina asked to entirely no avail, as Ningning only kept screaming.

"OPEN MY CERVIX, DADDY! MAKE BABIES IN ME WITH YOUR HUGE PENIS!"

Winter kicked at Giselle’s desk, offended that a dumb slut wench wouldn’t take interest in the most beautiful woman in the world. "Hey," she whispered, "Hey! Aren’t you going to watch? This was kind of your idea."

Giselle grunted and kicked Winter’s desk in return. "I can hear it just fine."

"But, you're missing out on the action…"

Sitting part-way back up, Giselle revealed her phone in her lap, camera pointed under her desk and toward the aforementioned action. "Oh I'm not missing anything."

"PREGNANT ME!"

“You’re—! You’re recording this?!” Winter hissed.

“Obviously. This was basically my plan all along. The spank bank has been running a little low on funds if you know what I mean.”

Karina turned her head over her shoulder. “What are you guys talking abou—”

“MAKE MY VAGINA A BED AND BREAKFAST!” Ningning was somehow, even with her legs pinned so far over her head, still able to thrust back up into Karina. Winter couldn’t tell who, but one of them squeaked when their pelvises smashed together. Given that Ningning was providing all the evidence in the world that she was a screamer, Winter could only assume the squeak was Karina’s, which made it absolutely adorable. Again, Winter’s imagination ran wild. If she could deepthroat Karina fast enough, suddenly enough, maybe she could hear that same sound again.

Oh fuck, if she did that I would cum on the spot. Wait… Giselle… Spank bank?

Winter very loudly scooted her desk closer to Giselle’s and hushedly repeated her thoughts verbally. “Giselle… Spank bank?”

“Hell yeah, spank bank. If I’m horny without a girl nearby, what else am I gonna do but jill one out?”

“No I get it I know what that is I mean what’s in it?” Winter asked with minimal punctuation.

Giselle smirked and lifted her phone, hitting the stop button on the camera and changing screens a few times at an angle Winter couldn’t see.

“JIZZ IN ME! JIZZ IN ME! JIZZ IN ME!”

“We just started, Ningning! Calm down!”

Winter felt bad that Karina had to deal with a weird semen demon all by herself, but was nonetheless far too invested in seeing whatever Giselle, who was still a stupid little harot to be clear, was about to show her. She shoved her desk even closer, trapping Giselle in place.

“Don’t tell Karina,” Giselle whispered, “but she only knows about half of these, roughly… Ah, this one’s my favorite.”

The concept of Giselle having spank bank-able pictures without Karina’s knowledge gave Winter pause, but her horny mind took over the moment Giselle turned the phone around. Winter gasped. Displayed in the highest of resolutions was a selfie Karina took, lifting one of her breasts with her free hand and sucking on her own nipple.

Heart rate reaching a thousand beats per minute, Winter snatched the phone from Giselle’s hand to get a closer look. She was so engrossed in the image she didn’t register that she was soaking through her panties and onto her desk chair. Even Ningning’s screaming faded into the background.

But Giselle’s words cut through. “And there’s more.”

The urgency with which Winter’s fingers flicked the phone would have appalled her if she had the wherewithal to judge herself. Photo after photo flew by. Giselle’s phone was a perverted pirate’s dream booty’s worth of Karina booty. How?! How can she have all of this?!

Some of the pictures were clearly taken by Karina herself. From the multiple angles of titty sucking, to feet pics, to dildo kissing, to full-body mirror shots of both flaccid penis and erect penis varieties, to outfit show-offs, to a picture of her looking into the camera while eating Giselle out, to awkwardly taken butt shots, to a five second video of her slowly jerking her cock. Some of the pictures seemed dubious, such as a picture of Karina wrapped in a towel walking through their living room in low light, a picture clearly taken through a cracked door of Karina double-penetrating herself with dildos, and one taken in the laundry room, taken from behind as Karina bent over with nothing but panties… Winter squinted at that picture. The butt didn’t look big enough to be Karina’s…

“Giselle, this one isn’t Karina.”

“Oh, uh… let me see. Must have put the normal porn I downloaded in the wrong fold—”

“That’s me!”

Winter dodged Giselle’s attempt to take the phone back. Did she say the wrong folder? She tapped the back button and looked at the folder name, “tits.” One more back button and she was greeted with another, named “best gorls” with three folders inside, titled “tits,” “eyes,” and “flat.”

The subsequent game of Keep-The-Phone-Away-From-Giselle was accompanied by a string of profanity that no author should ever reproduce, and resulted in Giselle’s head stuck in a leglock as they scrambled onto the floor. Winter managed to open the “flat” folder mid-scuffle and found it full of official promotional photos of herself, as well as pictures Giselle clearly took without her permission or awareness that mostly involved Winter in compromising positions and states of undress around the dorm.

Just before Winter could shout to Karina, who seemed otherwise very preoccupied with the screaming and creaming girl she was press-mating, Giselle choked out a “Wait!”

Winter glared down, honoring the last wish of a soon to be dead woman. “What?”

“Don’t say anything! I’ll share!” Giselle strained, face turning red, “All of it!”

A folder full of—Winter hit the back button to check—one thousand four hundred and seventy-three sexually charged pictures and/or videos of Karina minus at least one that was actually of herself surely couldn’t convince Winter to ignore the creepiness and privacy violations required to obtain them. But, when Winter looked to the side, Karina’s colossal, jackhammering cock immediately changed her mind.

“Fine. But I get to delete all of mine.”

“Okay cool.” Giselle’s face was slightly purple. “Also don’t stop, Mommy.”

Winter released her from the leglock. “The hell did you just say?”

Giselle gasped for air, face shifting back to its normal coloration. “I said ‘okay cool also don’t stop mommy.’ Because I wanted you to keep choking me with your beautiful thighs and maybe do other violent and or nasty things to me.”

“RELEASE YOUR EGGS AND LET THEM PENETRATE MY SPERMS, KARINA!”

“That’s not how it works!” Karina shouted.

Winter groaned. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

Winter averted her gaze to stare at the Karina x Ningning action again. She was extremely turned on by the sight. In fact, she was turned on by just about everything that was happening in the room, except for Giselle being a pretty slut between her legs and probably willing to do whatever sexual favors Winter might ask for. Why do you have to be cute too? God… I’m not that gay. Just a lot for Karina… and a little bit gay for Ningning maybe? And if I ever got to fuck Taeyeon, that would be awesome. And there was that one time… Dammit.

Winter never did make good on Karina’s offer to have sex, and she didn’t release any of that pent up energy on anybody else. She must have been affected by the lack of affection. Affection, in this case, being sex.

She sighed heavily, resigning to her horny fate. “How about you just kiss me, Giselle?”

“You got it—Do you mean your face or under the skirt?”

“I mean…” Winter rubbed her eyes with one hand, and touched her panties with the other. They were still quite wet. “Dammit, yeah. Down here.”

Giselle pumped a fist. “Fuck yeah! You won’t regret this, Winter!”

“I already do. Oh and you’re still a harlot and I hate you.”

With minimal effort, Giselle lifted Winter enough to remove the soaked panties, which she tossed back to her own desk, next to her bag. “Hot damn, yes. Call me more smart mean names. OH! And feel free to look through my gallery there, and delete whatever you want, and choke me out with your thighs if any of it makes you like, really mad.”

“Just blow me Giselle.”

Giselle did as she was told, putting Winter’s clit in her mouth and sucking right away.

“FOUR HUNDRED BABIES!”

Winter hummed and laid her head down, doing her best to relax to the calming, spa-like sounds of Ningning’s high-decibel demands for semen. But relaxing was difficult. The floor wasn’t especially comfortable, she was lying to herself about the screaming being calming, and it pissed her off a little bit that Giselle was immediately proving to be good at eating pussy.

There was a silver lining to each negative though. The floor may have been uncomfortable, but she couldn’t deny the incredible view of Karina’s ass. The screams may have been disturbing, but Ningning’s enthusiasm was… arousing. And Winter may have been pissed, but Giselle was really, really good. In fact, she was great. Her lips were soft like Hyungwon’s, her tongue was quick like Jooheon’s, she nuzzled her nose into Winter’s clit like IM, and she squeezed Winter’s thighs the same cute way Kihyun did. Surely, one woman couldn’t be the pussy eating equivalent of an entire boy band.

Winter begrudgingly wove her fingers into Giselle’s hair and scratched lightly, to let Giselle know to keep going the way she was going, and to hopefully get the message across that Giselle was a homewrecking bitch who didn’t deserve Karina’s angelic cock. Giselle moaned at the scratching, which was at least some kind of acknowledgement. Acknowledgement of which part, however, Winter was starting not to care.

“Keep… uh… fuck, god,” Winter muttered. Her hands shook, but she still got Giselle’s phone up to her face. She started tapping the delete button on any pictures of herself she didn’t recognize. Winter couldn’t even remember when she had been watching a movie in the living room without pants, and yet there she was, bare ass cheeks clear as day (through a piece of sheer fabric and between the legs of a coffee table). Do I always sit like that? What was I think—I was thinking we were in private and nobody was staring at my ass!

“GIMME GIMME GIMME YOUR CUM DADDY KARINA YEEES!”

After deleting twenty or thirty dirty pictures, Winter’s mind wandered too far south to think about the pictures anymore. When she looked down, Giselle looked back up, pouting with her eyes, but only doubling her effort on Winter’s pussy. Stupid slut, Winter thought, trying to seduce me with those big, pretty, bedroom eyes and her rebel kid makeup and her stupid, pretty…

“God dammit!” Winter tore her eyes away from Giselle, opting instead to look at the true, ultimate object of her desire, which was definitely Karina, and not Giselle’s stupid face.

“Shit, are you okay? Did I scrape you? I thought I was keeping my teeth—”

“Keep licking, whore!”

Giselle’s mouth instantly engulfed her pussy again, and Winter could feel herself involuntarily smirking.

Sex was in the air itself, and it fueled Winter’s horniness. She watched Karina’s legs as they strained to not only hold her up but bounce her up and down over Ningning. For a moment, she indulged herself in the fantasy of being in Ningning’s place (not that Winter ever indulged in fantasizing normally).

The fantasy didn’t last long though. Karina’s thrusts were becoming erratic. It had only been a few minutes, but it appeared that she was on the verge of orgasm. Winter only saw a bit of her face, but suddenly felt the need to turn on Giselle’s camera again. She got it filming at the perfect moment to catch Karina whimpering. “N-ningning… Fuck I’m gonna—”

“CUM DADDY?! YOU’RE GONNA FILL ME? JIZZ? CREAMY JIZZ CUM IN MY MOMMY WOMB MAKE ME PREGNANT?”

Up until that moment, Winter thought she would never see someone droop their head in shame at the moment of orgasm, but that’s exactly what she saw when Karina’s balls tensed up.

“Yyyeah… I’m cumm—”

“YYYESSS! CUM CUM CUM! GIMME BABY JUICE! BREED MY PUSSY!”

Winter was shocked at the volume of semen that burst out of Ningning, around Karina’s dick. She distinctly remembered struggling to swallow all of it previously. Actually, I didn’t swallow it all, I guess. Some went straight down my throat, then I swallowed some, and then I kissed the last mouthful into Karina… Oh my god, I kissed Karina’s cum into her mouth and made her swallow it… I’m so goddamn awesome. Winter had that exact train of thought at least once a day for the prior week, and it never got old.

No matter how goddamn awesome she was though, Winter still felt jealous watching Karina’s cream pouring. Ningning was getting all of it by being batshit crazy. All Winter had to do was ask. Hell, she could probably lick it off as it passed Ningning’s asshole.

Ningning bit her lip with a smile as Karina pulled out slowly, inch after still-hard inch pulling her further off the floor like a hydraulic jack until popping free. Karina didn’t get far, as Ningning grabbed her by the waist and hooked her legs over Karina’s shoulders. “More? Dreamy daddy cum cum more?”

What little of Karina’s face was visible to Winter revealed terror, so Winter shut off the camera and chimed in. “You know, Ningning, it can take a while for semen to build up in potency. She’s going to need some time to recuperate if you want the maximum chances of making a baby.”

“But how looong?”

The way Ningning said “long” made it sound like a euphemism for Karina’s dick, which was accurate.

“Wwweek—Months, potentially…” Karina sighed. “Yeah, like it jumps from two percent to thirty if you give it a good two months.”

“But that’s… so…”

Winter stopped listening as Ningning started crying. She opened Giselle’s gallery again, and got back to work deleting creep pictures, simultaneously enjoying the apology cunnilingus (Winter assumed it was an apology). Dropped an earbud under the car seat and bent over with her ass up? Deleted. Brushing her teeth in the living room with her nipples poking through her shirt? Deleted. Just a straight up picture of her unwashed panties in a laundry basket? Deleted.

Then Winter passed a selfie Giselle took with her (which Winter was willing to pose for at the time). She remembered that night. They were both a little drunk, and took at least twenty pictures before they settled on one that wasn’t blurry, and neither of them looked like idiots. She scrolled past only to find Giselle had kept them all, twenty-three to be exact. Winter groaned. She didn’t delete the bad ones… They’re just phone pics… It was probably more effort to delete them than organize them…

Trying not to think about it too much, Winter flipped the camera back on and pointed it down at Giselle, snapping a photo while she was too occupied to notice. She navigated back to the gallery and moved the new picture of Giselle’s face between her legs into the “flat” folder, then quickly renamed the folder to “Thighs,” then renamed it again to “PERSONALITY.” Content with the final result, Winter closed the phone, closed her eyes, and laid back again to try and enjoy her treatment.

“Winter? Giselle? What are you doing?”

The cunnilingus stopped, and Winter popped her eyes back open. She stared up at Karina, who was still mid-hug with a quietly sobbing Ningning.

“Uh… nothing! Just, um, demonstrating… your lesson to Giselle. She wanted to, uh, see the urethra up close. So unfortunate how few people know about it.”

“Oh! That was part of my lesson! You retained the information!”

Winter’s heart fluttered at the exhausted pride that shone off of Karina’s cheeks.

“So.” Giselle sat up, adjusting her unkempt clothes to her preferred style of unkemptness. “Ningning. You feeling successfully bred?”

Ningning sniffed. Her lips quivered. “I… I don’t know. Maybe. Do I look bred?”

Giselle stood up and hugged her. “Awww, babe. You look super bred. And sooo super fertile. Do you want some extra fertility tea? I can make you some.”

Transferring her clinging from Karina to Giselle, Ningning gave a sad nod. “Mhm. Can I have another cock after that?”

Karina looked incredulous.

“Of course, honey. Let’s get you that tea to warm up your womb and call around to find you a big juicy cock.” Giselle grabbed her bag from her desk and walked out of the room, arm wrapped around Ningning’s shoulders.

Winter tried to roll her eyes, but stopped when they pointed at Karina’s dick, exposed and dripping a couple of viscous liquids. It was hanging, so Winter assumed it was going soft, but it still nearly touched Karina’s knees.

Following Winter’s eyes down, Karina shoved her skirt back down. The tip of her cock still poked out from the bottom. “Oops. Sorry. Didn’t mean to flash you… I guess you just saw all of that though. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“No! No, it’s fine. Yeah. You did what you had to do.”

“Yyyup, I guess I did, didn’t I?”

“Definitely, yeah. You joined this precinct to save lives, and by jove that’s exactly what you’re going to do!” Winter chuckled nervously. Why am I nervous? I’m just alone with Karina and just watched her fucking and I can still see her cock and I just want her to throatfuck me.

Karina smiled. “I… don’t get it, but yeah, totally!”

Winter cleared her throat and tried to build up some courage as quickly as possible. “Sooo, Karina. You know, we should really fuck when we get home. Just go for it as soon as you want to. Don’t even… stop?” She gestured wildly, unsure of what to do with her hands, like a news reporter whose teleprompter got taken away. “Push me onto a bed and… pick a hole, right? Don’t… take no for answer. An answer. I’m not tired. I don’t have a headache… So we should definitely have sex as soon as we’re out of here… I mean at home, obviously… How about you say something back to me about it? Like as soon as possible.”

Karina was stuck on pause, the corners of her lips pulled back like she was trying not to laugh. She stayed that way for far, far too long. At least four seconds.

“Oh my god, Karina, respond to my sexual proposition quickly!”

“You’re adorable, you know.” Karina grabbed Winter’s hand and wove their fingers together, turning Winter into Spring faster than an oil company. “I’d be happy to take you up on that. I could use something normal after… today.”

“When you say ‘normal,’” Winter said, pulling herself closer to Karina and into a sort of questioning hug, “are we talking about a blowjob and P-in-V? Or could it be possible to negotiate for, say, a throatpie?”

Karina hummed against Winter’s ear, soaking her panties for the umpteenth time that day. The only difference was that Winter was no longer wearing underwear. She looked over Karina’s shoulder and scowled. Giselle’s bag was gone, and so were her panties. Oh, I am definitely going to choke her out with my thighs.

“I don’t think I can say no to you, Winter, but I don’t actually know what that means.”

Winter smiled. “Let me tell you all about it on the way home… And also demonstrate.”

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