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yanderestarangel · 4 months
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✧ HEADCANONS FNAF | SMUT VERSION | MIKE SCHMIDT
★ TW: afab anatomy, pet names, degradation, dom!mike, v!sex, rough sex, blowjob, overstimulation, little praise.
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★ A/N: some people asked me in inbox if I watched the fnaf movie and the answer is: yes! I watched it with my boyfriend and it was a lot of fun, so I decided to write something about Mike yey >ㅅ<
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✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike is a stressed man, with all the pressure of taking care of his sister, the nightmares and a bad job - which can consume a lot of his energy - he will just want to be in your arms at the end of the day and preferably, between your legs.
✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will arrive home tired, with a smell like men's cologne faint from the hours he spent at work, and a thin layer of sweat covering his face and back, while he desperately looked for you in every corner of the house, shouting your name. Schmidt won't even give you time to ration, as he lifts you onto the nearest firm surface and spreads your thighs - if you were wearing any shorts, he would desperately tear them off while he glues his face to your pussy, lubricating it with saliva and making circular movements with his tongue on your clit, enjoying every moan you made, every time you ran your fingers through his hair - pulling him even closer - Schmidt would moan against your sensitive flesh, looking you in the eyes before continuing to pleasure you.
✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will fuck you all over the house when Abby is out or at school - kitchen, living room, balcony or anywhere that is empty enough - covering your mouth with his hand, while he shoves his thick, pulsing length into you , without any protection. He's the type of man who likes to spill every drop of his seed into your womb, painting your spongy walls pearly white, while grunting and praising you, telling you how good your pussy is for his dick, he likes to call you a "hungry little slut" with each hot jet that comes out of him, while he smiles and growls when he sees your expression of lust.
✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will leave you breathless, pushing you against the cold bathroom sink as he forces you to look in the mirror, you can see the dark circles under his eyes, his naked body against yours, how his cock slides against your wetness easily as he grabs your chin with his fingers - putting enough force to turn the tips white - He would see every reaction, every moan or scream that came out of you through reflection, roughly grabbing your hip with his other hand. His balls would already be wet from your juices with his, while the sounds of skin against skin could be heard echoing out of the room. "-Yes...Ah- Fucking hell my darling, your pussy swallowing my dick... just like that, keep it up please." he moaned hoarsely, as he looked at the sight of your wetness swallowing and repelling his shaft, with each rough thrust he made. "-You're such a good little thing for me, I'm going to give you every last drop of cum, right?"
✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will make you get ready for him, putting on your best clothes, putting on perfume and makeup for him, just for him to fuck you doggystyle on the bed, pulling your hair to expose your neck while deeply marking your soft skin with his teeth - From the intensity of his hips, you could tell how angry he was at everything and everyone that night - you could hear him grunting and grumbling about some pay cut or how he didn't get a promotion to improve your life. He will take out all his anger on your pussy, leaving you a mess, your makeup was smudged, your clothes were messy or even torn in some corner of the room, you were at his mercy, while his fingers roughly rubbed over and over again on your clit - making a delicious combo with each violent thrust deep into your core. He will degrade you while fucking all your tight holes. "-You're my favorite slut." "-You asked for this didn't you? You're a needy whore for my dick- Mmm-" "-You're a cumdump for me, needy and a quivering mess for my dick."
✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will love putting you between his legs, your knees hurt from the weight and hardness of the floor. His dick pulsed as you forced yourself to swallow everything, looking at him relaxing with each provocative yet relaxing and hot movement, while the head of his dick beat rhythmically in your throat. The wet sounds and muffled moans about his member made him grunt, throwing his head back, grabbing your head with his left hand while his right hand held the side of the chair, he was going to encourage you to go deeper. "-Please baby, be a good boy/girl and make me cum... Swallow it all for me ok?"
✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike loves lying in bed completely naked, with his cock exposed to you, while watching you rub your pussy over him, he would be sleepy and tired, but the sight of you rubbing your wet pussy over him, looking for a release for everyone Your repressed lust was enough for him to stay awake for up to a few hours, resting his hands on your hips and squeezing the soft flesh of your ass as he moved down. Their eyes would be seeing the cum leaking from the tip of his dick, his crotch totally dirty, as he smiled at you, closing his eyes. "-Keep having fun baby... I'm here for you."
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maybankcore · 19 days
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rafe cameron — nsfw alphabet ༝༚༝༚
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context : the alphabet.. but each letter has a new rafe cameron nsfw/sfw concept. this is also bunny!reader x rafe.
tws : smut, nsfw, rafe x sweet/bunny reader, cream pie, voyeurism, brief degrading, brief daddy kink. fingering, porn/nudes, tying reader up, oral sex, a ton of nsfw headcanons.
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A: aftercare • you would tend to get sleep almost immediately after you come, and the first thing rafe does is take you to the bathroom and let you pee so u don’t get a UTI, n he’ll probably wait outside and keep asking “u done baby?” ‘till you clean up. and obviously, after the oh so harddd task of peeing, he’ll carry you back to bed. rafe somehow doesn’t get tired after sex, but seeing you already get lazy eyed, he has no choice but to lay down with his little bun and cuddle up with her.
B: boobs. literally boobs. • rafe loves your tits, and he loves grabbing them even more. he’ll randomly come up behind you when you’re doing your makeup, hair, etc. and just grab ur boobs. he loves the way they fit perfectly in his big palm, and how flustered you get too. “rafe! stop— i’m doing my makeup!!” you’d say, as you wave his hands away, feigning annoyance. “relax baby, their just too tempting.” rafe snickered, smirking. rafe just can’t get enough of them, especially when your wearing the thin, baby pink, lacy top from victoria’s secret.
C: cum • okay, rafe knows that he has to use a condom, blah blah blah. but on those days where he just needs a good, raw, fuck.. trust me, he’d cum inside you, making sure every inch of his hot cum fills you up to the brim. and rest assured, you’d hate and love it at the same time.
D: dirty talk • he’d soooo dirty talk you in public, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, knowing how wet your sweet pussy gets just by the sound of his voice. he’d sometimes say the most vile things about what he’d to you when you both get home.
“do you really think i’m not noticing your blowjob eyes as i’m golfing, huh? y’know.. i’d love seeing those eyes of yours when i’m fucking you endlessly. making you cum so hard. oh god, baby, i can hear those pretty moans of yours already. hmm?” he’d huskily whisper, inches by the shell of your ear. and then, he’d walk off as if nothing happened. leaving you anticipated for the entire day, squeezing your thighs and drinking an excessive amount of water to help with the heat building in your cheeks.
E: experience • rafe deffo has experience with sex. but i wouldn’t call him the biggest man-whore, since he met you in s2 of obx, i’d say he had 4 bodies by then. 2 of them being random hookups and the other 2 being girls from a short term relationship w/ him. i also hc that bunny!reader would have a few bodies, but would act like she’s a virgin just for rafe, similar to how maddie perez did it.
F: fingering • mmm, rafe is a master at fingering. he knows how to get your pussy wet and make it even wetter when he’s touching you. he’d start off with just a few strokes on your clothed pussy, building up tension that you so desperately want to release. n then when you’d get all needy he’d slide your panties down and spread your thighs.
you’d position yourself on his lap, head on his shoulder, looking at him with your big bambi eyes, pleading. and he’d slowly circle your clit in circular motions, taking pleasure in the way your hips jerked and lips parted with heavy breaths. and then he’d sink two fingers in, slowly at first, and then going faster. the cold touch of his golden rings slipping between your lips made you moan. loud. and in amidst of all this, he’d be doing some random thing on his laptop, but secretly taking a voice memo of your sweet moans. to obviously jerk off to later, you really think he’d pleasure you and restrict himself from doing it later on?
G: g-spot • imagine no guy has actually found your g-spot before, they’d just fuck you and you’d get that tiny ounce of pleasure that made you cum, but when rafe first fingered you, curling up his fingers to hit that sweet spot that only you yourself could find, you UNRAVELED. i’m sure he was shocked at how loud you moaned. he had thought you’d never gotten fingered before. but when you told him that no guy had actually fingered you that good, he was both pleased and shook. “what d’you mean no one’s found your g-spot? isn’t that like— the main thing in sex??” but to be honest.. him being the only guy that found your g-spot really boosted his confidence lol.
H: hair • rafe absolutely loves your hair, playing with it, braiding it, seeing how it drapes over your shoulders elegantly. he had never met someone who takes care of their hair like their life depends on it. you’d have serums, hair masks, good hair days and bad hair days, and rafe was all here for it.
(this is for my curly hair readers btw). sometimes when your hair wasn’t cooperating you’d get annoyed and bang your hairbrush against your head, clearly disheveling your hair, and rafe would come over and brush it for you. putting in your gel, mousse and even diffusing it.
rafe also is weirdly obsessed with how your hair smells, he’d bury his shoulder into it, or randomly smell it throughout the day, and once he’d even gotten wheeze to smell your hair.. “her hair smells so good right? i don’t even know how, it just smells fuckin’ amazing.” he’d proudly state, and you not being sure if wether that’s creepy or cute.
I: initials (tattooed) • right on his chest, beneath his heart, are the two letters of your name, more so, your initials. Y/N.Y/L/N written in a bold, italic font. and right next to it is your favorite animal, a bunny. you were struck when he had actually gotten a whole ass bunny tatted next to your initial!!
J: jerking off in ur absence • whenever rafe has trips, or if you’ve been away for some time, rafe deffo jerks off to pictures you sent to him. you’d send a teasing mirror pic of you getting dressed, your hand covering your nipples. and then you’d send a soapy tit pic of you in the shower. but lastly, a day before you come back, you’d send the hottest picture of you in rafes favorite pink lingerie set, playing with yourself and moaning rafes name. leaving him needy and desperate until he lands..
K: kinks • omg the amount of kinks u and rafe would share imagine him fucking you for the first time and slowly starts roughing you up, only to see you cooperate and urge him to do more. the smirk on his facee😩.
L: location (where you fuck) • personally, public sex is a huge turn in for rafe, but being the little slut you are, it’s an even bigger turn-on for you. obviously you’d fuck in his bed or yours, and sometimes i’m the couch or kitchen counter. rafe would also take you on the druthers boat and make you ride his lap, stopping when a boat comes buy, your sweaty face and messed up outfit being evident.
M: marks • rafe would leave hickeys everywhere. stomach, thighs, neck, collarbone, shoulders, tits, even inches away from your pussy. you’d leave bite marks on rafe, scratches illuminating his back, and lipstick stains all over his collar and cheek.
N: nudes • he just has a hidden album filled with your nudes. wether its videos of you both fucking, teasing pictures you’d send him of your bikini try ons, or you fingering your self. he’d also have voice memos of your moans saved. p.s, rafe would so ask you to talk about something random for a minute on voice memos and jerk off to your voice.
O: only fans acc • a little similar to the one on top ^. but imagine making an only fans account where ur only follower/subscriber is rafe. and trust, he will act like a whole ass fan. he’ll comment on your videos; “omg ur so hot can i request food play” with a +400$ message next to it. youd livestream and he’d be your only viewer, talking you through playing with yourself. and when i mean he’s a fan, i mean this man would literally pay you 1000$ per month as per his ‘subscription’..
P: plushies • whilst fucking you hard, rafe would grab your favorite plushy and tell you to hold it. he found it so fucking hot seeing you cling onto the soft toy, bringing it to your mouth to bite onto to hold back your loud moans.
Q: quickies • yall would deffo have quick fucks in between parties, hangouts, dinners, etc. sometimes if your ovulating you’d practically beg on your knees for a quickie with rafe. “rafeyy, please. if you don’t do anything i’ll go to the bathroom n’deal with it myself!” you whine, nudging his arm to get up from his seat at an event. and obviously, he gives in. every. single. time.
R: riding his thigh • when your extremely horny, and need an immediate relief youd prop yourself on rafes thigh and start grinding. this would be your only option as he’d dismiss your attempts to make him fuck you, so he’d tap his thigh and say “if your really that horny jus’ ride my thigh. cmon, you wanted to come, right?”. you’d get so wet, making a mess on his sweatpants.
S: sucking his dick • messy blowjobs>>. sucking him off after a hard day, at a party when he’s high and needy, or right after you went to his family dinner. you’d look so perfect with your big, glossy eyes staring up at him. head bobbing as you perfectly swirl the pad of your tongue against the base of his cock. him groaning and praising your amazing head-giving skills.
T: tying you up • hands above your head, a belt knotted against both your wrists, restraining you from pushing rafe away whilst he fucks you mindlessly. rafe would be destroying you, pounding in and out as you take the pleasure like a good girl. you are his little bun, after all.
U: unfair • teasing you when your sat on his lap, waiting for him to finish off his work, whilst he slowly and lightly circles your clit. “daddy, i really need you.” you’d moan in his ear. “i know baby, i know. daddies gotta finish this off first, ‘kay?” and so you waited, only for him to go into the shower, not even letting you in.
V: voyeurism • sliding your panties off and stuffing it in his pocket is his favorite thing to do when he’s off golfing whilst your sitting in your garden chair, feeling the coldness of the air blowing against your sticky cunt. not being able to fix the unbearable tension in your pulsing clit, and having to wait till you get home.
W: what/how big is he • a whopping 7.3 inches. a tad bit specific ik, but the way he’d ruin you.. and what’s funny is the fact that rafe knows he’s big!! and he knows that you can take it too.
X: ion know what to put for this one.. so i’m gonna put a random hc of rafe.. • has a weird food play kink?.. i just feel like he’d take ice cream and lick it off your tits, or spread chocolate syrup all over your nipples and stomach and lick it off too. (obviously nothing down there, don’t wanna get a yeast infection).
Y: ‘your too big!’ • lining himself up against you, seeing his big cock already needy of slamming into you, made you worry. your eyes slightly widened at his size, how the fuck is he gonna fit?. “rafey, i don’t think it’s gonna fit.. your too big.” you mustered out, wanting but at the same time not wanting him. “shhh bun, ts’ gunna fit, i’ll go realll slow? okay baby?” he stated, making you ease up and unclench your pussy, allowing full entrance. he slowly slid inside you, already owning a long moan and scatters of whimpers escaping your mouth. he went in further, and you took him in fully. “good girl, i told you it’d fit.”
Z: also have no idea, so another random hc one again! • loves seeing you spit out his cum after sucking him off. just seeing his cum drop down your chin turns him on sm and makes him hard asf.
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fillinforlater · 7 days
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Eleven to One: Smart Submission
Male Reader x Kim Minju, Kim Chaewon
Length: 3196 words
Tags: Daddy kink, sensual blowjob, stand and carry, sex against the wall, making out, Breeding kink, Breeding talk, rough sex, hate sex, degradation, cursing riding, cowgirl, doggy, spanking, anal, anal doggy, sex toys, obedient!Minju, obedient?Chaewon
TW: the usual for this series, rough sex, degradation, cursing at idols, extreme Daddy kink
Inspiration: Chaewon's Smart fancams, Minju's Sequence fancams
(A/N: Fuck, it's been a while. I lost a bunch of progress and had to pivot, hope you like this though. More fics coming up, hopefully deep into April. Can't promise anything for May though. It's gonna be a stressful time.)
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“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I need you, Daddy.” Send by Yujin
You put down your phone with a smile of satisfaction and excitement. It’s a rather odd mix of emotions; there should not be satisfaction when the excitement still makes you yearn for something, but at the same time, it's this yearning that makes you feel at ease. 
Yujin is on your phone, countless pictures of her incredible stage outfit which you will have to tear off her body again, not caring about the costs or the annoyed company staff. Yujin is also on the hotel room TV in the form of fancams. You put on a playlist to kill some time before the evening can begin and seeing her look so confident, thrilled and sexy has you bothered and ready.
“Oh, so that’s why I heard Kitsch on repeat.” You turn your head towards the bathroom door of this, for your standards, humble yet cozy hotel room. Minju has just walked out, a cloud of steam still behind her, a rather loose towel around her body as she dries her hair. “Our daeng-daeng is really pretty.”
“That’s true, very true,” you say with a sigh and look back at the TV where Yujin’s charisma jumps at you in the form of a wink. Suddenly, Minju’s hands are at your shoulders, rubbing, going down to your chest and rubbing a bit more.
“Minmin knows what Daddy is thinking.” She did not need to sound that sultry and tempting. A moment where her cuteness and klutziness is gone and Minju becomes a vixen, comparable to Yujin, maybe Eunbi. She learned from watching them, her admiration has let her to now drop the adorable person you so love about her—luckily, she also drops her towel, so you cannot complain about her boldness.
“So what am I thinking about, Minju?” Play hard to get, because that’s exactly what you’re going to teach her: no matter how hot or irresistible she may seem, you can be absolutely out of reach. It is after all always up to you.
“Daddy always thinks about sex.” Minju walks over, kneels on the couch and bends down towards your crotch, never breaking eye contact. A strain of wet hair tucked behind her ear, she whispers. “Daddy is always hard, especially because of Yujinnie~”
“Go check for yourself,” you challenge her and unzip your jeans (been a while since you wore something this leisurely). Minju eagerly gets them down until she expects your hard shaft to spring out and hit her cheek, but to her surprise, you are not hard. 
“Wow, Daddy is this big even now~”
“You want to suck it?” More of an observation than a question as Minju’s lips already approach your tip.
“Can Minmin suck it, kiss it, put it in her mouth?”
“Go ahead, I’ll give you a reward if you get me hard.” She is too cute again. A nod and she is eager to give your cock all the kisses. Of course she starts off with the head, makes sure to run her tongue past her lips and along your slit, then she moves down the underside while resting it on her face. Minju’s dedication to worshiping her favorite cock is unmatched, her hums and moans spread in between all the licks and kisses sound like impure devotion. 
You put a hand in her messy hazelnut strands and gently comb through them. In the background yet another fancam concludes with Yujin oozing all her stage presence and sex appeal into the camera. You turn down the volume to hear Minju’s blowjob better, but the visual distraction stays. Now it’s a Minju fancam, Sequence, legendary. The former idol tilts her head when she notices it while simultaneously taking your inches down her throat. Amazing bliss, you twitch.
“You looked very hot back then, so fucking tight,” you groan. “Unbelievable that you’re even sexier now.”
“It’s all because of Daddy and Yujin—you never stop and I have to keep up. It’s endless training, every day. Maybe this is eternal youth.” She bops her head up and down and you don’t know if she really said those words. Too much wisdom for someone who is back at your balls with her lips while she gags around the stiffening snake. Give her hips a good squeeze to check if it’s still the same Minju—yup, no doubt. 
“Your hips were so wide back then, but I think they have grown more since you moved in.” You give her a congratulatory smack and Minju giggles around your length. She looks divine with one hand on your base and every part of your face magnetically drawn to where she wants to get your baby batter out. Though you never relinquished control, she still has you in a semi-hard state and your mind in the depths of impurity. “Get up.”
“O-okay, Daddy.” Minju does as told and you marvel at her nude body for a second.
“That was brilliant, don’t get me wrong,” you tell her and reach for her curvy, milky, freshly cleaned thighs. “But I want something else wrapped around me.”
As if she can read your mind, Minju jumps up and her arms and legs embrace your upper body. All you need to do is carry her on her petite ass cheeks which fill out your hands nicely. The miniscule weight of hers is easily lifted so you two are face to face. Before your lips connect, you quickly get hold of your dick and press it against her moist folds. Moist is an understatement: Minju is drenched in excitement and takes you easily.
“Oh God,” Minju moans and her eyes disappear for a moment in the back of her head where you know is nothing but the endless feeling of joy your cock brings her. A few thrusts and she will be mindless, the dumb, breedable klutz she so often seems to be. Her legs choke your hips against hers and soon after, you two engage in a kiss that sets you on fire.
Upwards is the way, the hardest way, the best way. Minju is split open time and time again, her whole body enthusiastically shaking on every impact or at the mere prospect of another. Whenever you’re not tongue fucking her mouth, the fucking of her cunt leaves her breathless, whiny, and groaning like a madman. She is mad, crazy for you and with the intoxicating smell of her shampoo, her sweat, her sex, you’re going crazy as well.
“Fuck, Minju, you’re pussy is so warm,” you mumble and stumble forward. You press Minju against the wall next to the TV where you both listen to her verse from Panorama with the sound of loud skin slapping against skin being an obnoxious, yet welcome interruption. Minju’s hands have left your nape and start to crawl up the wall as if she tries to get higher. She wants to crash down harder on your cock, wants you to go rougher, her end is nye. The constant hits against her cervix bring one thought to the forefront—and it is not the potential people on the other side of the wall who are surely enraged.
“One day,” you whisper, leaning into Minju’s ear, covered by ruined hair that she has to wash again tonight. “I’m going to cum inside your pussy without protection.” Minju gasps, almost at her peak. You slam her back hard against the wall, fingers tearing at the skin of her ass. “I will breed you, over and over again, and we will have many beautiful children. Minju, you will be bred, pregnant all the time, so I want you to love this.”
A chaotic thrust up, against every inhibition she might have, past the final strings that hold together her sanity, her reasoning. Minju orgasms with a booming scream and her cunt does everything in its power to suck the fertile batter out of you. The seed you promised, she needs it at this very moment. Only a quick pullout can save you, Minju’s power and will to be bred leaving you stunned. 
She takes deep breaths in your arms as you carry her back to the couch, her eyes sparkle though you cannot make out if it is because of happiness or disappointment. “Why did Daddy pull out? We need to train, Minmin needs to be filled many, many times.”
“Sorry, but not tonight.” You free her forehead of her hair, some of which looks like it exploded all over her face. “I promised someone else my biggest load of today. We have to wait for her though—”
Suddenly, as if you spoke a spell to summon someone, a knock can be heard. 
“Come on in!” you shout, but all you hear is a disgusted shriek. Well, it’s certainly not Yujin nor any of your other usual guests. It’s someone that is on the fringes though, not ready to admit that she is addicted to you. The thrill brings her back, the pleasure will make her stay, but for now it’s this excuse that makes her wait for you to open the door.
“Ugh, you—wait, the fuck, put on some clothes!”
“Why don’t you get rid of yours, Chaewon,” you quickly respond and just as swiftly pull her into the hotel room. Chaewon is wrapped in a basic yet effective outfit to hide her identity. A large black overcoat, sunglasses, a mask, basic sweatpants. With a groan she reveals the excitement that is below them: a stage outfit from her recent comeback stages, along with a surprising lack of pants and most exciting of all: golden blonde hair. 
“Don’t stare at me you perv,” Chaewon barks and folds her arms in front of her chest. You notice her gaze dropping down to your cock again and you wish she would just drop to her knees and clean Minju’s nectar off of you (she would in a heartbeat if you told her about why it’s glistening like that), but you instead walk back over to Minju and lean down to kiss her. “What do you thi—Mi-Minju, you’re here?!”
“Oh, Chaewon-unnie, I’m always with Daddy, don’t you know?”
“B-but you could also stay somewhere else, like, like with your parents or with m-me…”
“Yeah, Minju,” you add cynically, only focused on the loyal girl below you clinging to your lips and your back. You make your way down her cheek, her jaw to her neck. “You could stay in the LE SSERAFIM dorm with Chaewon, so why are you still here?”
“Minmin wants to stay with Daddy! Minmin needs to be ready for when the time is right.”
Chaewon raises an eyebrow as sweat pours down her face. Her thighs are awfully close to one another, rubbing, her core is in heat as she watches Minju melt under your tongue. The ‘fearless’ group leader does not need to ask, because Minju spills the beans when you push her further down into the couch.
“Daddy, I need to be around Daddy when he wants to breed me, make me a pregnant woman, I don’t want to miss it.”
“That’s fucking enough!”
The stinging pain of your hair getting pulled makes you hiss almost triumphantly. Chaewon has been set off again and she drags you away from Minju’s delicious body and positions her own on top of you. A short, half-hearted wrestle later and she sits on your crotch, the panties below her colorful outfit already caressing your tip. One of her hands is still in your hair, the other pushes your chest against the back of the couch. She is livid.
“Oh, so you want to fight for her again.”
“Shut up.”
“You know that you failed miserably the last time, right? There is no reason to believe that you’ve gotten any better at making me—”
“Shut up!”
“You tiny thing, you’re talking big game for so—”
“Shut the fuck up!” Chaewon pulls her panties to the side, you reach for her hips and get a good hold onto them. “I’ll make you shut up, you perverted bastard!”
Chaewon sinks down on your cock and not only do you notice the wetness all over her pussy walls, you also find that she is needy for this cock. A ripple of satisfaction roams her body and in a moment of carelessness, Chaewon tilts her head back. You know that she is just enjoying the feeling and could take advantage of that. Instead, you have another taunt lined up for her.
“Oh no, I can already feel my mouth being sealed. I can barely speak.”
“Soon enough,” Chaewon groans and starts to gyrate her hips. Unlike the first time she challenged you over Minju, Chaewon feels significantly better. Wetness, tightness, texture—you can’t yet pinpoint why or how, but it has definitely improved. However, with Chaewon so cock-drunk and unable to slam herself down, this is a laughable effort. A pathetic little hop here, a loose hand on your neck, undeniable desire to be fucked in her eyes—Chaewon’s body is already admitting it.
“Hm, I love it… wh-when your quiet,” she moans, tries to search the submission in your gaze. A futile effort and you expose her with both hands on her back. “What are you doing?”
“Chaewon, you’re embarrassing. To think this would get me close—” Without warning, you tear her outfit apart. A tilt of your head and Minju helps out and gets Chaewon out of the mess of tatters you leave. Chaewon looks confused, also helpless and when you spank her ass, she knows she has to move to the stage of acceptance fast. “Let me show you how to break someone.”
“Wait, I—” 
She falls apart in your lap. Really, it’s only a few harsh thrusts, and Chaewon hits your chest. She is a ragdoll that can whine and moan but otherwise is only a sextoy you have to move on your own. Both feet firmly on the ground, you push all your energy in those lower muscles to repeat this motion of rough fucking endlessly. Chaewon should feel that your power never runs out, that you can fuck her as hard and as much as you want. 
“You dumb cumdump!” Smack her ass again, then grab her long strands of gold-colored hair. “Your body knows it, your mind might too—now I need your silly mouth to admit it.”
Chaewon moans and her moan reaches a new pitch when you pull apart her asscheeks to pick her up and drop her down on your shaft. She is coating your crotch with her horny juice, drools over your chest, sweats on the hotel room couch. Chaewon is a dirty girl, so you will sully her more; more accurately, you will show her dirtiness to her beloved Minju. 
“Kneel on the couch, slut! Show me your ass.” Little resistance only. You quickly get behind her, adjust her towards Minju and rub your cock against her asshole. “Look at her. Can you even focus your blurry eyes on her?”
“I-I can…”
“Really?” Push your tip against her hole and feel her flinch in your arms. If she’d really want to, she could flee or at least fight back. Needless to say, she does not. “At least resist me, because your ass doesn’t. Just a bit of force—”
“Oh God!”
“—and I’m inside.” 
You grab Chaewon’s tits and treat these soft hills very not-softly. Your thumb and index pinch her nipples, the groping is hard, though nothing compared to the ass fucking she receives. Her anal cavity, which should be incredibly tight, gapes for you easily. 
Apart from groans, screams and the occasional expletive, Chaewon does not speak anymore. She must know that the next thing she says will betray her fundamentals, oh, those silly fundamentals: never giving up, always fighting for Minju, beating you after becoming better. Now, she is another one of your sluts, who bends over for you, spreads her ass for you and produces silly sounds from all her openings.
“The decision is so easy.
“You don’t make it look easy.
“You’re not smart, Chaewon.
“Stop resisting me.
“Say it.”
Suddenly, Chaewon is trapped between you and Minju. She could rest her head on the younger girl’s bosom, but she does not dare to. The thought of failure and losing this battle so decisively leaves her shattered. This state does not last for long however, as she sees how happy Minju’s eyes glisten in the warm light of the hotel room. It’s fine to lose, it’s good to lose.
“I-I’m yours, Daddy.”
“Do you fucking mean it, whore?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m your s-slutty whore.”
“Fantastic. Minju, bring me the bag of those from the bedroom. We need to celebrate that Chaewon is finally honest with herself.”
You move back to your original position with Chaewon on your lap, cock still balls deep in her asshole. She sniffles a bit, hisses when you nibble at her neck and play with all three of her sensitive nubs quickly. A new toy must be checked properly and this is definitely something that you can work with later. Minju returns with the bag and you reach into it. 
“Your ass is already pretty wide, so this should fit.” You pull out a large, shiny butt plug with a diamond that will decorate her sore butt cheeks perfectly. “Make sure to keep yourself spread when I pull out.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
You slowly drag your cock out. Instead of immediately filling her hole, you instead inspect how it gapes wide, then clenches around nothing. Chaewon shivers on your lap. You order Minju to check it out as well, which almost makes Chaewon cry from embarrassment. 
“No need to feel ashamed,” you laugh. “I think Minju likes it as much as I do.”
“It looks very hot, Unnie, I think Daddy can fuck it many times.”
“D-don’t say it like that,” Chaewon faintly whispers. You push the butt plug inside her and feel her breathe a sigh of relief when she doesn’t have to show herself off anymore. The three of you get up from the couch.
“Minju, make sure to securely tie your friends arms, while I get this ready.” This is a see through dildo, almost as big as your cock and still very much dry. To get it well-lubricated for Chaewon’s pussy, you shove it into her mouth and make sure she has to deepthroat it. Chaewon might have dodged you if it weren’t for Minju, who has tied ropes around her wrists and lower arms. Only when tears leave her eyes, you pull the dildo out and place it on the small living room table in front of the couch. 
“Sit down on it, but don’t move. No fucking yourself. This will be your first real punishment.” Before Chaewon can protest (or maybe she opened her mouth to accept it and praise you) you force a ball gag into her mouth and watch her shout inaudible things as her pussy is split open again. 
“Now, you can watch Minju and I make out until the next person—”
A knock on the hotel room door, again. 
“Speak of the devil.”
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Diner Girl | Pairing Joel Miller X Fem!Reader
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Summary:  You frequent your local dinner pretty often, not just because you love their pancakes with extra syrup, but because your best friend Sydney is a waitress there. You've heard her talk about her hot boss, Joel, every now and then but you've never had the pleasure of meeting him; that was until one morning, after getting unexpectedly laid off, you decided to drown your feels in syrup and love from your bestie. Joel offers you a job, and he shows you the ropes in more ways than one. Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Word count: ~7.3K Warnings: Pining, flirting, hard core tension, age gap (unspecified, reader is 30), 2000s style (needs a TW lol), 2000s texting, Joel is a little rough/bossy, Joel is actually readers boss, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks, or don't idk you're not gonna listen to me anyways), no creampie (a katiexpunk first, weird, I know), rough blow job, oral (m and female receiving) pet names, cum swallowing, praise kink, inappropriate use of syrup, one tit slap, Joel rips readers uniform off of her, readers former boss is an asshole, reader gets fired from her job, eating/references to food, did I already say flirting. Joel and reader fuck on a table in the diner. References to a health scares (for readers coworker). A bit of a dom/sub dynamic. Fluff. Porn with plot. Joel calls reader slut twice. Hilary Duff/A Cinderella Story gets mentioned, as does Jennifer Coolidge yelling for more salmon. Authors Note: The fact that I'm posting this doesn't feel real. This idea has been in my brain for so long, and I am happy and relieved to have it out in the world. Special thank you to @endlessthxxghts for holding my balls, brainstorming with me, and beta'ing this. And another thank you to @sydneyinacoma, my inspiration for readers bestie -- thank you for being my slutty, smutty, sister and for saving my ass with the first blowjob scene; I owe you one. ILY both. And to @hier--soir, Jessie, your beautiful way of storytelling inspires me and I often find myself HWJWTS (How Would Jessie Write This Smut). Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Notifications
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November 2004 
The blaring sound of your alarm disrupts your slumber, and you jolt awake with a sense of urgency. Shit. You’re gonna be late. Again. 
You stumble through your routine. You splash cold water on your face in an attempt to remove the pillow marks left behind on your cheek and smear on a mixture of lotion and face oil the saleswoman swears will make you look like you’re in your 20s again. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that that was only a year ago. You can see why she would have thought you were older as you look at your reflection in the mirror and the dim light from your tiny 1950s bathroom illuminates the bags under your eyes. 
God, you’re tired. Truthfully, you’ve been tired for months now; no amount of caffeine can seem to make up for your lack of sleep due to the demands of finishing up your Master’s and your boss who keeps you late at work what seems like every night now. 
You hastily get dressed and attempt to gather your thoughts. As you step outside into the cool November morning air, you bristle at the wind cooling the still-damp hairs that frame your face. You unlock the door to your beater and slip the keys into the engine. A sinking feeling settles in the pit of your stomach when a soft click, click, click, click noise reverberates through the air; the stubborn engine refusing to turn over. 
Shit. Not again. No!
Frustration mounts with each futile attempt to bring the engine to life. You slam your palms against the cool leather of your steering wheel, a long sigh escapes your lungs and your forehead meets the top of the wheel in defeat. 
You reach into your purse for your phone and quickly compose a message to your boss, explaining the situation. "Car won't start. Trying to figure it out. Going to be late. Sorry." With a sigh, you hit send, hoping for a sympathetic response.
The minutes crawl by as you anxiously await a reply. The familiar chime of your phone signals a message, and you eagerly check it. However, the words that flash across the screen only deepen your frustration: "This is unacceptable. You’ve already been warned twice. Don’t bother coming in, and consider this your termination."
The shock of the message hits you like a ton of bricks. 
Sure, you had been late a few times in the past year, but you figured your staying late almost every night would make up for it. Maybe if he paid a little more you could afford to fix your piece of shit car and you wouldn’t be late in the first place. 
Your eyes sting with disbelief, and your hands tremble as you clutch the phone. Anger and desperation dance the waltz in your mind as you fight to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.
You sit in your silent car, the quiet sounds of morning make you feel frozen in time, unsure of what to do or where to go from here.
You look back down at your phone again and type out a quick message to your best friend Sydney.
“U working this am?” before you can even put the phone down, it’s chirping to life with her response. 
“Hi babes! I am. R u?” her response reads. 
You don’t want to give her the full details over text – too much to type out – and instead, you settle on a short response. 
“No. Long story. Coming in 2 c u.”  
“Kk! C u soon <3” 
Your day was quite possibly off to the shittiest start ever, but you know there are three remedies to that situation. 
Your bestie, pancakes, and syrup. 
Lots and lots of fucking syrup. 
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The early morning sunlight spills through the diner's large windows, casting a warm glow on the worn checkered tiles. The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee envelops the air, creating a comforting ambiance that feels like a hug. The clinking of cutlery against plates and the low hum of conversations provide a soothing soundtrack to the chaos of your morning. 
Your usual booth is taken, so you settle for a seat at the bar. The stool is a little wobbly, but you have a nice view of the bustling kitchen and the seats next to you are empty. 
You watch Sydney pour a coffee refill for the older couple at the end of the bar before heading over to you. As she approaches, her infectious smile illuminates the space. Her apron, adorned with a patchwork of food stains and coffee spills, hints at the countless meals she’s already served this morning. 
"Morning, sunshine! You’re here early, you miss me?” she greets, grabbing a mug from the counter behind her before placing it in front of you and pouring you a steaming cup of coffee. 
You let out a little chuckle at her remark, knowing you just saw her last night.
You grab the mug in front of you with both hands, wishing you could shrink yourself and jump into the hot liquid like a hot tub; your bones cold from your long walk to the diner. Stupid car.
"No really, what’s up? Everything okay?” she asks, a hint of concern behind her words. 
“Not really. My car wouldn’t start this morning again, and John fired me after I told him I was gonna be late,” you respond, feeling the warmth of your frustration beginning to build in your chest once more. 
“What an asshole,” Sydney responds, “I’m sorry that happened, babe. He’s a real piece of work, you’re better off without him,” she continues. 
“I guess so. But I need a job, Syd. I don’t know what I’m gonna do now,” you respond, defeated. Your cheeks begin to heat and you think you might actually cry this time. You move the menu out in front of you on the counter to the side, and Sydney picks it up and removes the pen from behind her ear. 
“I could talk to Joel,” she offers, scribbling your order down on her notepad. You don’t have to tell her, she already knows what this situation calls for – pancakes with a lot of fucking syrup. 
“Joel?” you ask, leaning over the counter and looking both ways before you whisper to her, “as in the hot boss you won’t shut up about, Joel?” 
She lets out a little chuckle and you see a little twinkle of bashfulness in her eyes. 
“Yes, my ridiculously hot, mostly unreadable, but hot, boss Joel,” she replies. “Martha quit last week, something about wanting to spend more time with her grandkids, so we’re down a waitress.” 
You look at her face, pondering her offer as if you really have another option at the moment. 
“He’s here this morning, he’s in the back doing paperwork – I can go grab him and have him talk to you if ya want,” she says, nodding to the woman who just sat down at the bar, giving her a soft be right there hun. 
“Plus, it’ll be so fun to work together!” she says, her voice more energetic this time, preparing to go back into customer service mode. 
“I – yeah, alright, yes, I’ll talk to him,” you agree. 
She does a little jump and says “YAY!” and then gives you a big smile before pouncing off to greet her next customer. Where does she find the energy? 
As you wait for your emotional pancakes to arrive, you cradle your mug, the warmth seeping into your chilled skin, while you gaze through the window into the kitchen. Amidst the orchestrated dance of chefs and waitstaff, there stands a figure that looks like he doesn’t belong in the greasy kitchen of a diner – a towering presence, broad and resolute. His flannel shirt clings to the sculpted contours of his muscles and the determined furrow of his brow accentuates the intensity he’s directing to the clipboard in his hand. 
That’s him. That’s gotta be the ridiculously hot boss. That’s gotta be Joel, right? You feel a little tickle in your belly at the thought. 
You try not to stare too much, not wanting to be obvious, but like passing a car wreck on the freeway, you can’t seem to look away. You smile at the way he bites the cap of the pen in his mouth, only dropping it on occasion to make little notes or checkmarks. As you look at him doing his work, his eyes flutter up and meet yours. And in that brief moment, you feel a connection. The corners of his lips curl into a friendly smile as he stares back at you briefly, before once again dropping his gaze to the papers in front of him. Sydney did say he was unreadable; now you see why. 
Before you can process further, Sydney returns with your stack of pancakes and places them in front of you. “Thanks, can I have some syr–,” but before you can continue, she’s placing the container of the sweet liquid in front of you with a wink.
As you dive into your comfort food, savoring each bite, the door to the kitchen swings open, and Joel emerges. Tall and confident, he approaches your seat, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Of course, he would come to talk to you now, right as you have a giant bite of pancake shoved into your mouth like an animal. The cherry on top of your already shit day.
"Sydney's been raving about you," he admits, a friendly smirk on his face. "Say’s you’re lookin’ for some work,” his voice is low and even, and his eyes briefly scan over the patrons before coming back to land on your face. For as hot as Sydney has been describing him as over the past few months, she forgot to mention how fucking sexy he sounds. 
You stare back at him, gulping down the remaining pancake in your mouth. 
Joel's eyes are trained on your face. What he really wanted to say was Sydney’s been raving about you, but she didn’t tell me how pretty you are. That was all the more apparent to him now that he sees you up close. 
“We’re down a waitress, and we could use someone with your taste in breakfast and impeccable timing, if you’re interested?” he says, watching you fidget with the napkin in your lap. 
“I – yes, yes I am very interested. I’ve never been a waitress, but I have great attention to detail and I’m sure I could pick it up quickly with the right guidance,” you say, straightening your posture, attempting to look more composed than he has you feeling right now. 
“Well great, we’ll have you trained up in no time,” he says, his gaze lingers on your features for a beat longer than expected before he swivels on his heels, heading back to the kitchen. However, after a few steps, he abruptly pauses, pivoting back around with a thoughtful expression, as if there’s more he wants to share.  
“Oops, my bad, sweetheart. Almost forgot my manners. I’m Joel, by the way. This is my diner,” he says, gesturing with one hand as if to show the space to you like you were seeing it for the first time, before offering his large hand toward you. You meet it with your own, giving him a firm shake while sharing your name. 
"Can you start tomorrow?" he asks, and you respond with a satisfied "mhmm," sealing the deal with a wink from Joel. "Great – be here around seven in the morning then, and we’ll get cha all trained up" he adds with a grin, one that teeters the line between professional and flirtatious. 
And just like that, in the midst of your syrup-drenched, emotionally charged morning you let out your first real smile of the day. 
So there were four remedies to your situation. 
Your bestie, pancakes, syrup, and Joel. 
You finish your remaining pancake, letting your mind wander off, secretly hoping Joel will be showing you the ropes in more ways than one.  
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The next morning, you get to the diner just as the sun is starting to rise, and you can't help but draw a parallel to Hilary Duff in A Cinderella Story, except now you’re the Diner Girl. 
While you may not be gliding around on gaudy rollerskates, and Jennifer Coolidge isn't screaming at you “MORE SALMON! We need more Salmon!” there's an undeniable charm to the whole scenario that makes you chuckle. The uniform Sydney handed you on your way out may not be the stuff of fairytale gowns, but the fabric that clings to your skin is a tangible reminder that you're stepping into a different narrative today, a narrative where you’re employed and your boss isn’t a total jerk. 
As you step into the diner, the familiar calms your nerves a bit. Joel, seemingly in tune with your arrival, glances up from behind the counter and shoots you a playful wink. Does he wink at all his employees? 
"Morning, sunshine! Ready for your grand debut?" he teases, flashing a bright smile coupled with an adorable set of dimples. You manage a shy smile in response, feeling nervous once again, but it has nothing to do with learning your new job and all to do with the beautiful man in front of you that you’ll be close to the entire day. 
Joel wastes no time guiding you through the diner's rhythm. With each task, he effortlessly blends instructions with charming banter, making the learning process feel less like work and more like a shared secret between the two of you.
"Here's where the magic happens," he says, gesturing to the row of gleaming coffee machines. "And trust me, making a perfect cup is an art; takes a lot of love."
“Aren’t these like super-fast automatic coffee brewers? You just load the beans and water and hit start?” 
"Alright, smartass," he retorts, a playful glint in his eyes, "Yeah, they are, but you gotta press that button with love, baby. That's what makes it good." 
Your laughter harmonizes with his, and you catch the infectious mirth in his expression – one hand on his hip, the other casually resting on the counter. Your eyes trace the veins on his forearms, distinctly visible beneath the rolled-up sleeves, and you can't help but admire the effortless confidence he exudes. 
“Do it with love. I understand,” you respond. 
“Good girl,” he responds. “Alright, next up – silverware rollin’, ya ready?” he asks.
"As ready as I'll ever be," you reply, a playful smile dancing on your lips, as you follow him to the back of the kitchen to grab a tray of freshly washed flatware. Returning to the dining room, he leads you to an empty booth tucked away from the prying eyes of coworkers, giving you the first taste of true solitude with him all morning.
"Now, watch and learn," he says, demonstrating a silverware roll that rivals any seasoned server. "The key is in the wrist action. It's all about finesse."
You mimic his movements, chuckling when your first attempt doesn't quite match his polished technique. He leans in a little closer, his warmth and encouragement almost palpable.
"See, you've got the basics down. But let me show you a little trick," he says, guiding your hand with his own. The close proximity sends a delicious shiver down your spine, and you can't help but revel in the extra attention to detail in his guidance. As he imparts his expertise, the thought of him taking charge and instructing you in other ways goes straight to your core. 
“You’re a natural,” Joel says, responding to your growing stack of rolled silverware. 
"You like taking orders?" he inquires, his gaze intense as he places the second-to-last rolled set in the pile you both created, and you complete your own. The implication behind his words hits you, and your eyes widen with surprise.
"Do I what?" you ask, a hint of uncertainty in your voice, unsure if your mind has ventured too far into the realm of innuendo to fully grasp his meaning.
"Taking orders – you seem like you'd be good at it," he says, pausing deliberately, well aware that he's causing a stir within you.
"You know, from customers?" he adds with a smirk, putting you out of your misery. 
“Oh. Oh – uh, well, I’m not sure, I’ve never tried it,” you respond. 
“First time for everything, darlin’. We can practice. I’ll be the customer, and you can take my order.” 
He flashes you a charming smile, making it hard to resist. "Alright," you agree with a shy grin, readying your notepad. You start “Good morning, Sir! Can I get you starte–” 
"Now, sweetheart, we've gotta do this right – stand up now, take my order properly," he interrupts, a playful tone in his voice. You shoot him a teasing side-eye, and he smirks, attempting to hide it by bringing his hand to his beard.
You rise and straighten your apron, and turn to face him at the table. 
“Good morning, Sir –” you begin again, “what can I get started for you?” 
"I'll have the classic bacon and eggs, toast on the side, and a steaming cup of your finest brew. Oh, and a side of your million-dollar smile, please."
You laugh at the last part, realizing this is exactly the kind of practice you need. "Got it, one bacon and eggs, toast, coffee, and a million-dollar smile," you repeat, jotting it down.
Joel nods approvingly. "You're a quick learner. Now, let's spice it up a bit. What if I want my eggs sunny-side-up, the toast lightly buttered, and the coffee extra strong?"
You take a moment to absorb the details, determined not to miss anything. "Sunny-side-up eggs, lightly buttered toast, and extra strong coffee," you recite confidently.
Joel grins. "Not bad, darlin’ – you’re a good listener.” 
“Maybe you’re just a good teacher,” you playfully retort. 
You don’t see it, but Joel palms himself beneath the denim of his jeans, attempting to adjust from the growing lack of space in them. 
As the morning rolls into the afternoon, you finish out the rest of your shift at the diner and make the walk back home.
As you lay in bed, you try to rationalize all of your flirting with Joel. 
He’s just nice. A Southern gentleman. He’s probably like this with all of his employees.
Unbeknownst to you, Joel lies in his own bed, also attempting to rationalize all of his flirting with you. He knows it’s wrong, but that doesn’t stop him from taking his heavy cock in hand to the thought of you that night. 
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After nearly a month of seamlessly navigating the diner routine, you've become a fixture in the cozy ambiance. The playful banter between you and Joel has escalated to shameless flirting – a subtle touch from a passed laminated menu, an intentionally clumsy moment with the cash register as an excuse to get a little closer, and the unmistakable sensation of his gaze lingering on you as you lean over to wipe down the booths. 
You even find yourself yelling out “Corner!” less than you should, hoping it might lead you to accidentally bump into him. 
It's not exactly backbreaking labor, though it can take a toll on you physically. But you find yourself enjoying it—the thrill of pushing through a lengthy shift, the rush that accompanies swift movements and juggling various tasks during the bustling hours, the familiar faces of regulars who now greet you by name, and the bonus of spending extra time with Sydney. 
For now, it's fulfilling enough. However, the more moments you share with Joel, the more it dawns on you that, at least when it comes to him, "enough" might never quite be sufficient.
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You normally work M-F, during the morning shift, and you’re grateful for the extra time on the weekends. You’re starting to feel like you might not actually need that facial oil now that you’re getting adequate rest. Take that, Mary Kay. 
One Saturday night, as you’re sitting on your couch watching Kill Bill, your phone buzzes with an unfamiliar number, and curiosity pulls you in. Joel’s husky voice on the line tells you who it is, but he introduces himself anyway.
“Hey, darlin’ – it’s Joel. Listen, uh, I know it’s your day off but I was wondering if you might be able to come in to work tonight?” he asks. 
Without pausing to let you respond, he lays it on thick, making a persuasive attempt to nudge you into saying yes, "The other servers are all tied up, and Suzanne had to call out, something about Mike not feeling right tonight, tight chest and all, so I told her to make sure he gets checked out."
"Oh no, that's awful. Yes, yes, of course, Joel. I'll be there in 15," you reply, hearing a sigh of relief on the other end.
"See you soon," he says.
"Oh? You're coming in, too?" you ask, trying not to sound overly excited.
"Well, someone's gotta make the food, right?" A little chuckle carries through the phone.
You remember it now; he had shared with you during that first day that working in the kitchen at night was one of the reasons he decided to take over owning the diner, his decision in part was fueled by his love of cooking. “Helps me remember why I started doing this in the first place," he had said. You were listening, but you were also distracted by him fidgeting with his coffee cup, watching him make small circles around the rim of it. 
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As the night descends, the diner transforms. The hustle of the day gives way to an intimate, dimly lit ambiance. Joel, donned in his chef's coat, greets you with a sly grin, "Well, look who's gracing the night shift. It's just you and me tonight, darlin'."
"Think we can handle it?" you respond, not really talking about the dinner rush, and he knows it. 
The air crackles with sexual tension as you and Joel maneuver through the shift. The need between you two is palpable; a desire only one thing could satiate, a hunger no amount of breakfast food could resolve.
The hours tick by, and the tile inside is illuminated by the soft glow of the neon sign outside. With the last order served, you both lean against the counter, a comfortable silence enveloping you. 
Joel breaks it with a casual remark, "Hungry?" 
"Starving,” you respond a playful edge to your voice, biting your lip. Joel’s eyes go dark as he stares at your plump flesh. 
You are hungry, but not for food.
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 Joel guides you to the prep station for a crash course on chicken and waffles. 
“Now, I know you’re a pancake kinda girl, but trust me darlin’ when I say these chicken and waffles will make you fall in love,” he says. Yeah, they just might. 
Joel, sleeves rolled up and a chef's jacket in hand, hands it over with a grin that hints at more than just a cooking lesson. The oversized jacket drapes over you as he gives a quick once-over. He chuckles, “you look cute like this, sweetheart,” he says before he heads to the fridge for supplies.
Returning with a bunch of ingredients, he starts showing you the ropes of making waffle batter. "You like to cook?” he asks, pouring flour into a bowl. His hands move with ease, adding baking powder, a pinch of salt, and a dash of sugar. You crack the eggs into the mix, and he throws in some vanilla extract, giving the batter a fragrant twist.
“I mean, I don’t not like to cook, but I can’t say I’m very good at it. I think I’m better with instruction,” you answer. You notice his gaze deepen, going darker almost, as he hands you a whisk. “Mix it up then. Give it your all,” he says, and you start blending. 
As you stir the batter, you sense Joel subtly adjusting his position until he's right behind you. He towers over you from behind. His arms gently encircle your body, and his backside hovers just an inch away from yours. He’s so close you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. "The secret," he murmurs in a low, almost whispered tone near your ear, "is to whisk it just enough, not too much. The air bubbles make it fluffy." His voice carries a blend of guidance and desire. 
His hand moves up to sweep your hair away from your neck, causing your mixing to slow as his fingertips graze the sensitive skin. Goosebumps erupt across your entire body, and he presses his lips to the soft skin behind your ear. 
“Joel,” you whimper, tilting your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck. 
“Keep mixin’ darlin,” he commands. You try, but the distraction of him on you makes you forget the simple action altogether. 
You close the gap between your bodies and take a small step back so your backside is firmly pressed against him. You let out a gasp as you feel the thick shape of him on your ass. He continues to nip at your neck, grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin there. You grab the counter in a poor attempt to steady yourself, and press into him harder, and he responds pinning your hips to the counter until his growing cock is all the more noticeable. 
“Fuck, darlin’,” he lets out a little hiss. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to get you alone like this – haven’t been able to get it out of my head.” A soft moan escapes you, and in the blink of an eye, his hands find your hips. Before you can react, he swiftly turns you around to face him.
“You like being told what to do, baby? I’ll tell you what to do, but I’m not gonna tell you twice,” Joel says as his large palm comes up to hold the column of your throat, his thumb just under your jaw, tilting you up to face him. 
“So if I tell you to get on your knees, you’re gonna do it,” he says, voice low. “If I tell you to look at me, you’re gonna do it,” he continues, “and if I tell you to swallow, you’re gonna do it like the perfect little slut I know you are,” he says, dipping his face lower to you. You wonder if he can feel your pulse quickening under his hand, caught in a lusty daze fueled by hot breath and the sight of his blown pupils. 
“Tell me you understand,” he commands, not really questioning. 
“Yes - yeah, I understand,” you say, tightening your grip on his forearm, feeling the strength of his muscles still grasping you, pulling you closer to him. 
You think for a moment he might kiss you, his lips barely an inch from yours, but he doesn’t. 
“Good girl,” he praises, “since I know you’re so good at practicing, let’s do it again,” he suggests, releasing his grip on you. 
“Get on your fucking knees, baby.” 
You fall to your knees and feel the hard, cold tile against your bare calves. You position yourself beneath him and fold your hands in your lap, waiting for him to give you further instructions. He reaches down and brings his pointer finger down to lift your chin up to face him. He runs his thumb over your lips. 
“So pretty like this, baby.” He thinks you're pretty. 
As he releases you, you take that as permission and reach out to undo the buckle of his belt. You fumble with the cool metal momentarily, until it’s completely unbuckled before you begin to work with the zipper on his pants. You tug both his pants and his underwear down just below his hips, and his thick length springs to attention. 
Your breath hitches in your throat at the size of him. He’s big. His cock is already at full attention, red and weeping. Your mouth waters at the sight of it.  You look up at him, silently asking for permission to touch him, and he nods. “All yours’” he says, and your hand comes to wrap around the base of him. The thought of all of him being yours stirs something low in your belly. 
Before you can put him in your mouth, he grabs your wrist to pull you back up to your feet. 
“Too many clothes, sweetheart. Need to see those fuckin’ tits,” he growls, tearing your uniform off, almost bare save for your bra. You’re gonna need a new one. His eyes are glued to your chest, admiring the red bra you’ve been hiding under your uniform.
“As much as I like the way this looks on, I’d like it a helluva lot better off,” he says while hastily unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the kitchen floor. Your nipples harden in the cool air, entrancing Joel. “Gorgeous fuckin’ tits,” swatting your left one, in awe of the way it bounced on impact. 
“Back on your knees,” ordering you once again. You obey without hesitation, almost automatically. 
You stroke along his length, feeling the silky warmth of his skin, the heat, and the thick veins that add texture to each pass of your palm. You pause at the top of him and let out a little squeeze, until a small bead of precum forms at the tip. You lap it up, and Joel lets out a groan and his hands fall to grab the back of your neck. 
“Keep that mouth wide open for me, baby.” I’ll do anything you want as long as you call me baby, you reply in your head. 
You part your lips and tease your tongue around and then start sucking on the tip, slowly taking more in until you’re sucking on the full head of his cock and your tongue is whirling around it. Joel’s grip on the back of your neck tightens, and he gently cants his hips forward, urging you to take more of him.
You’re barely halfway down and the back of his cock is already on your throat. You start bobbing your head up and down, and Joel mutters a little curse under his breath and bites down on his lip. 
“Such a good girl f’me, takin’ this cock down your sweet little throat,” you moan around him, the sound reverberating against him, “yeah, this what you wanted, hmm? Needed your throat fucked like a slut?” 
Your thighs clench together, a syrupy mess of your own slick smears on your skin, and his filthy words add to the roaring ache in your cunt. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Joel as you notice him stiffen just a little more. How is that even possible?
You pick up your pace, pushing yourself to take more of him. He thrusts shallow but firmly, meeting your movements along his shaft. 
“Tha’s it baby, just like that…” his groans are lecherous, coupled with the profane sounds of you gagging on his cock. You’d listen to that on a loop if you could. 
He tightens his grip on your hair and pulls you off him. There will be plenty of opportunities for him to fill your mouth up, but right now, he has other priorities. He does take an extra moment to watch you wipe the saliva and precum from your mouth with the back of your hand. It’s a vulgar sight and he commits it to memory. 
He helps you to your feet, and your knees on fire from the harshness of the floor. You’ll pay for it later, but for now, the soreness is a small price to pay for the exhilaration you’re experiencing with your super hot, hung boss. 
Without warning, he scoops you up in his brawny arms and carries you off to the closest booth adjacent to the kitchen. With your back flat on the table, you feel the cool laminate tabletop on your skin and it adds a stark contrast to the warmth of Joel’s chest pressed against yours moments ago. 
Your upper back is on the small table, leaving just enough room for your hips to slightly dangle off the edge, Joel’s hips between your legs. Your head ghosts the condiment bottles at the edge and he holds you in place there, teasing you. 
He pauses to admire the way you look up at him, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your perky tits slightly falling to the side, a little sheen of sweat on your chest. He pauses to admire the way you still look flustered, but composed, knowing he’s going to fuck every ounce of that right out of you. 
Joel wants to untangle you like a knotted ball of yarn, he wants to claim ownership of every inch of your body, and he doesn’t want to wait any longer. 
He drops to his own knees this time, hooking his thumbs into your underwear to pull them down with him.. His face immediately finds your cunt, and he wastes no time before he lays a trail of soft kisses over your wet and waiting folds. He starts slow, a kiss here, a lap there, and eventually begins to pick up his pace. 
He sinks a thick middle finger into you, and your hips cant up at the welcomed intrusion and your back arches, unable to stay on the table. You feel his hot breath on your cunt, and let out a small mmm at the way he presses his forearm across your lower half to lower you back down to the table, to keep you still. 
His mouth returns to your clit to work you, and he adds another finger, twisting and working them both into you with precision. You’re so fucking close – your slow crawl to the cliff of your orgasm turns into a full-on sprint.
You’re so close, and he can tell by the way your body tenses under him. 
“Please,” you moan. “Please – ugh, neeeeed to come, please let me come,” you beg. 
“Just a little longer, baby. You can come when I say you can.” Joel says, voice slightly muffed against your wet skin.
He presses his lips against your clit, but doesn’t give you enough tongue to get you where you need to go. You’re already so swollen, sensitive – you know all you’ll need is a little suck and you’ll be gone. 
You don’t know how much longer you can stave off your pleasure, but you want to be good for him, to listen, to obey. 
He knows you want to come, that’s obvious, and god does he want to know what you look like when you do, to feel it, to be the reason; but still, he continues to tease and let it build. Your face twists, your jaw goes slack, and your eyes close and it all but screams I’m close, make me come, make me come.
He sucks your clit into his mouth and he grazes it with the top of his tongue and closes around you. You flutter your eyes closed. You warn him that you’re close, “Joel, fuck, please let me come. Please, please, please,” you rasp out your pleas with a symphony of moans. 
Satisfied with your pleading, he decides to take mercy on you. He looks up at you through his thick lashes, drinking in the way he has you melting, the way he has you begging. 
“You can come, baby. Go ahead, want you to soak my face,” he says, voice hoarse but still smooth like velvet.
You obey and feel the taste of your sweet release rush through you like a warm summer breeze on a hot day. Your vision goes white, and your whole body tenses with pleasure as he works you through it. 
“Fuck, so pretty with you come f’me, baby. Being such a good girl, listening to my every command,” he says and lifts his head. His dilated pupils tell you he’s high on it; on you. 
Your slick shines on his beard, illuminated by the atmospheric glow of the streetlights peering into the dark diner. He looks at you, breath slightly ragged, and brings his fingers to his lips to smear the remaining slick from his face onto them, and he pops his finger in his mouth like he’s savoring the last bite of the best meal he’s ever had.
“Taste so fuckin’ delicious, baby. Must be from all that syrup you eat.” 
And shit, it’s filthy. He looks indecent in the most delectable of ways. 
“Gonna fuck you now,” he says, grabbing his thick cock in hand and lining the head of it up against your wet and waiting hole, pausing there before pressing in. You let out a little whine. 
‘Shh, baby,” he coos, “‘m gonna give you what you need, don’t worry,” he says. Both of his hands come to your hips, surely leaving little bruises under his strong grip. Your slick makes it easy for him to bury himself in you to the hilt, even with the size of him. Your greedy cunt taking every inch of him like it’s your fucking job, like it was made for him. 
He pauses for a moment to give you a second to adjust; you feel so full, you swear you feel him in your lungs. 
He begins a relentless pace, thrusting his cock deep inside of you, the obscene sounds of the clapping noises, a wet and wanton song made as a result of your wetness keys you up. 
“Fuck, yes, Joel – YES,” you cry. 
“Yeah? Say thank you to me, baby. Say thank you for giving you this cock, for fucking you dumb,” he commands. 
Thank you – thrust – tha - thrust – thank you, fuck, thrust. 
He fucks into you so hard that your head hits the condiments, knocking them over. The ketchup bottle falls, the sugar packets scatter, and the syrup tips over. A slight ooze of the viscous substance starts to pool on the table and get into your hair, but you don’t care, this feels too good to care. 
Just as you’re about to come, Joel notices the pool of auburn liquid running over the table and onto the red booth below. 
“Tsk, tsk, baby – makin’ a mess – creaming on my cock, and spilling syrup on the floor,” he says, continuing his pace. You feel your walls clench around him. Just as quickly as he entered, he retreats, and you whine at the loss. “Get up,” he says. 
You do as he says and rise onto your legs. They’re shakey like Jell-O. You watch as he reaches over the table and grabs the sticky glass bottle from the table. 
“On your knees again,” he asks of you for the third time tonight. You pause, your body sore and your knees aching. “You hear me, baby? I said get on your knees.” 
You do as he says, and kneel before him, once again worshiping at the altar of the man above you. 
You look up at him with bated breath and watch him use his free hand to rip off his shirt and throw it onto the booth beside him. 
“Come closer,” he says, “and open,” you kneel before him with your mouth open, your inviting tongue waiting to be used. He uses his hand to grab the base of his heavy cock, and he taps it on your widespread tongue a few times before holding the syrup bottle high in the air, centering it above his cock and your open mouth. 
You watch with wide eyes as he tips the bottle over just a smidge, and a long, thin, sticky stream of syrup begins to rain down onto his hardness, falling off the sides of it, down to the floor, and all over your chin. 
“Clean me up, baby,” he says, and your lips close around him. You begin to suck and lick every inch of him, savoring the golden liquid that creates a tantalizing mix of sweetness from the sugar and salt from his pre-cum. You hum as you work him, savoring every bit, and eventually, the skin on his cock is syrup free and you take him at a more consistent pace. You hear Joel groan, and it encourages you to take him deeper, harder, faster. 
You look up at him through wet lashes, tears forming in the corners of them, as he holds your now sticky hair into a makeshift ponytail and uses your mouth. 
“Such a good hole for me,” he says, “so fucking good, baby, you’re so perfect.” 
You let him chase his high, and open wider when you see his jaw tighten and his tight core tense, the grip on your hair pulling tighter. 
“You’re gonna swallow,” he says. “All of it,” he commands, and his jaw goes slack and he releases a rush of warm cum down your throat. It tastes musky, but a little drop of syrup you missed during your cleaning job makes it sweeter. 
“Fuck, darlin’,” he says, panting heavily, holding you on his cock as he throbs out the final pumps of his release. 
He lets go of your hair and you pop off of him and use your fingers to clean off the rest of the syrup from your chin and smile up at him. God, you must look like a wreck. 
He extends out his large palm in a gesture to help you off the floor. As you rise to stand, his fingers find the underside of your jaw and he tilts you up to look at him. 
He looks at you, the darkness behind his eyes has been replaced with someone else; pride. 
“You really are a good listener, baby.” He says.  He gazes down at you, his thumb delicately tracing the contour of your jaw. This moment feels significant.
Leaning in, he tenderly places his lips on yours. The sensation takes your breath away, and as he intensifies the kiss, you willingly welcome the exploration of his tongue, relishing the warmth and savoring his taste. Tonight, you've experienced every other aspect of him, but in this moment time seems to stretch as your lips remain locked.
As he breaks the kiss, a contented smile graces your face, and you feel as if you could float away.
“Now really, let’s eat some food,” he says, letting a low chuckle escape from his lips, “I still owe you some chicken and waffles.” 
“And you owe me a new uniform,” you say, grabbing his hand to follow him to the kitchen, totally naked. 
Joel actually teaches you how to make the meal this time. He offers you another chef's coat to cover your body, but he doesn’t let you keep it on for long. As your breakfast-dinner cooks, he hoists you up on the counter and eats you again. He makes you orgasm more times in one night than you think you ever have with any of your previous partners. 
You were right in your initial thinking. Enough will never be enough when it comes to Joel.
You’ll always want more.
More of this, and more of him. 
And the one thing that’s the most certain is that you’ll most definitely want more fucking syrup. 
Good thing you work at a diner.
END
Bonus Drabble Coming Soon: How will Sydney react when you tell her about your steamy night with Joel?
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usedtobecooler · 5 months
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follow me down | steve harrington x reader
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a/n: one tiny conversation with @loveshotzz caused a fire to be lit under my ass yesterday, thus this debauchery was written. it's good to be out of the smut slump! 2.3k words.
tw: EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+ MINORS DNI, gloryhole, dubcon, blowjobs, reader has a vagina, alcohol and drug mentions, anonymous sex acts, dirty talk, pet names, rough oral sex, masturbation, no protection.
Maybe this was a terrible, awful, bad idea, but as you sit on your knees in the darkened bathroom stall, you can't shake the nervous thrum of excitement vibrating through your entire body at what's about to take place.
This wasn't what you came out with your friend to do tonight — the plan was to go to this new kink bar on Main, party together and maybe take somebody home, if you were interested enough.
The drinks went down way too easily, the bass of the sensual music flowing through you both as you danced together, grinding up against one another without a care in the world. People were staring, of course they were, two hot women in latex in the middle of a sex club? It was inevitable.
Happening upon the secret bathroom was no mistake, your girlfriend pulling you in through the door and laughing in delight as she showed you, multiple private rooms behind blood red doors, slick grey door knockers adorned on them.
"It's all legit, I promise. No creeps, the guys on the door know better than to let them in here, especially Eddie, he would never," she'd assured, "let loose, babe. Put that talented mouth of yours to good use. I'll be in the next one over."
You eye up the stall, draped in red lighting, creating an aura. Taking in your surroundings for the next who-knew how long, with wide, curious eyes.
The hole in the wall itself was quite wide, clearly meant to be there as the plaster is perfectly cut in a circle, cute multicolored sparkles frame it alongside sharpied numbers and lewd messages.
There's a little box at your side, full of various single-use items you may need or want — disinfectant wipes, gum, breath spray, condoms, lube. You giggle, pleasantly shocked by the attention to detail that the club put into it all.
It's clear that this is what these stalls are meant for, to live out the deepest of fantasies in some sort of safety.
It's almost comforting, makes you want to go ahead with it even more, as you sit patiently waiting for somebody to enter the stall on the other side. Busying yourself with using a disinfectant wipe, cleaning any part of the stall that you think you'll come into contact with.
You're so preoccupied that you don't even notice somebody else has entered the room, until you hear the stall door next to your own click shut. Jeans so tight they almost look painted on ghost past the hole in the wall, nervous hands rubbing at the material.
"What the fuck is the etiquette in here?" The guy laughs, to himself mostly, no other greeting, and it's almost endearing. The nervous lilt in his voice obvious.
"I was expecting you to come in here and just shove your dick through the hole, to be fair," you giggle, picking up your drink and taking a sip, "nice of you to talk first, though. Hi, I guess?"
"Hi," he laughs back, breathlessly. You watch as he shuffles around on the other side, nothing more than a thigh and hand in your eyeline, the side of a zipper. Tighter fitting in that area than usual.
"So, do you wanna do this?" You ask, just for confirmation, veins thrumming with nerves and something akin to excitement, "I think I know the answer already, your jeans are, uh, very fucking tight."
"Shit, yeah. You— you're sure you're okay with this, right?" The man's voice is high pitched, whiny and a bit desperate, the clink of his belt against the stall wall enough to shock you, "I just— I don't do this, ever. But my friend he, he gave me these pills 'n I'm just so fucking horny, and you're, well. You're here and offering, God, I wanna."
You clench your thighs together, teetering between both knees as you get comfortable, "I'm okay with it, promise. I wanna, too." You confirm, voice lilted and dripping in desire, "Can you at least tell me your name, though? Wanna know who I'm moaning for."
"Oh, shit," he grunts, shuffling a little so you can see the tips of the auburn loafers he's wearing under the frame of the stall, "I'm Steve. Fuck, dunno if I should've used my real name but, who cares, right?"
Steve.
"Okay then, Steve," you gasp breathily, squeezing your thighs together once again, relishing in the relief it gives the dull ache on your clit, "wanna drop your pants and show me what you're working with?"
You sound far too confident, so confident that you shock yourself. Your hands shake, brain foggy still from one too many tequila shots and bubblegum flavored cocktails. But, Steve's right there and unzipping his pants in your eyeline, your bleary eyes zoning in on tan, slender fingers that you suddenly wish were inside of you.
"Can you— are you okay with me telling you what to do?" Steve asks cautiously, pulling open his jeans and getting ready to drop them. You bite at your glossy lip, the way the denim hangs almost frames the thick bulge in his tight black underwear. You store the picture in your memory for later.
"I like being told what to do," you admit, soft and sweet, "sometimes my brain gets all fuzzy when I'm into it, and I need to be reminded how to act, y'know?"
Steve lets out a strangled noise, a soft chuckle echoing in the room immediately after, "I'll remind you, honey. Don't worry your pretty little head about that."
Your confirmation, the air of arousal in the small space, suddenly has Steve flipping like a switch. You watch with wide eyes as he tugs down his offending clothing covering his thighs, pushing the layers down to his knees, out of his way. His cock springs out, weighed down by its own sheer size, thick and cut.
"Christ," you mutter, your mouth watering, and you desperately grab for the drink you carelessly abandoned at your side, swigging the last of it for a bit of courage. The burning of dark alcohol settling deep and warm in your gut.
You stare unashamedly as he grips the base of his dick, strong fingers wrapping around it, somehow looking dwarfed now. Your jaw already aches and he hasn't so much as pushed the tip past your lips.
"Open wide, honey," Steve's voice drips in sex as he coos his pet name for you, domineering and strong, a very different version of the man who came into the room just minutes earlier, though you can't say it's not a pleasant change.
Your mouth hangs open, tongue lolling out over your bottom lip, putting on a show for the man who can't even see you. You shuffle a little closer, going cross eyed as the wet tip of Steve's cock slides through the hole. You tentatively flick your tongue against the weeping slit, getting a taste of him in your mouth, before wrapping your lips around the head, gently suckling on the salty skin.
"Jesus-fucking-Christ," Steve groans, sighing blissfully as you start up a steady rhythm, allowing saliva to pool on your tongue and help glide your way along his thick shaft, jaw unhinging as if on autopilot for him. The clean, musky taste and scent of him driving you fucking insane, your hands coming up to touch the wall at either side of your head as you bury in further, choking yourself on him.
You know you're sickeningly wet for it, for Steve. Your core runs hot and aches as you lick and suck every inch of his cock you can get to, whining high in the back of your throat as his salty pre slides down your throat, coating your tastebuds in him. It's almost embarrassing how much you enjoy it, losing yourself in making him feel good.
"Y'r so good at this, baby. Fuck me," Steve's forehead thumps against the stall, jolting you slightly, has your rhythm faltering momentarily, teeth grazing ever so slightly down his shaft. He groans, loud and unashamed, punches his hips forwards until you're moaning around your mouthful, vibrations shocking the prettiest sounds from his lips.
"You're rough, huh? Hands on your knees, like a good girl," Steve grunts, rocking his hips into the stall and pushing deeper into your mouth until he's hitting your gag reflex — your throat tightens automatically at the intrusion and he moans, animalistic and needy.
Your hands move on instinct, coming to rest on your thighs, just below the hem of your dress. Your fuzzy head does the work for you, relaxing your jaw and throat for the impending assault. Your panties drip with arousal, eyes rolling into the back of your head, the idea of being used like this doing unspeakable things to your body.
Strong, tan hands wrap around the top of the stall, gold rings glinting in the low mood lighting in the room. You whine, loud and unabashed when you see them grip the plaster. Mind racing at the thought of those hands all over your body.
"Bet you look so fucking good with my cock down your throat," Steve groans, tiny little grunts escaping him as he punches his hips forward in sharp thrusts, "you feel so fucking good, holy shit. Good fucking girl, taking all of me like this."
You know you look obscene — saliva running down your chin, lips raw and puffy, eyeliner and mascara smeared down your cheeks from the tears that spring from your eyes. Your throat feels wrecked, stuffed full on Steve, and you finally show yourself mercy, hand running under your dress to run over the seam of your cunt.
The slick noises of fluid soaked skin crescendo in the room, filthy and disgusting in the most delicious way, erotic and adding to the senses that get you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers slip deftly over your slick cunt, working at your clit until you're choking on a sob, body alight with how good you feel.
"You crying, baby?" Steve coos, rocking into your mouth again, tears pooling below your top lip, adding to the salty mixture in your mouth, "You're lucky the walls between us, if I saw you crying I'd only go rougher, I'd break you."
You wail, fingers slipping from your pussy as his words rattle in your ears. Your tongue flicks over every inch of him you can get between the harsh thrusts, swallowing him down and mapping out every bit.
"Can hear you fucking yourself in there," Steve comments, and you can't find it in you to even feel embarrassed, not when he's rammed so far down your throat that you're struggling to breathe and gagging, "so fucking hot, wanna watch. Wanna pull on your hair and fuck that tight little throat harder."
Your knees ache, your jaw feels like it's splitting, whole body alight with the pleasure-pain that courses through you. It's like nothing you've ever felt before.
Steve chuckles, an animalistic noise tearing from him when you suck a little harder, chasing his cock as he tries to pull out. Your core burns hotter with every passing swipe of your fingers on yourself, chasing your high so desperately that you can't find it in you to be mortified.
"You close, honey? You've gone a little stupid on my cock," he comments, tutting at you, "if this is how dumb you get on blowing me, I can't wait to see how dumb you get when I'm buried deep in your pussy."
You whimper, tears spilling down your cheeks as you shudder through your orgasm, your cries muffled with Steve's cock. Your fingers work on your clit until your hips shake, slick drips of your creamy release sliding down your inner thighs.
"Perfect little slut," Steve grunts, hips beginning to stutter in their rhythm, a constant stream of steady praises spewing from his lips, "can't believe you came sucking my cock, I'm a fucking stranger. I'm gonna cum, y'r making me cum, holy fuck."
One, two uneven thrusts later, and Steve's hips shove forward for a final time, cock kicking up on your tongue as he releases inside of your slackened mouth. Your brain and gag reflex barely cooperate, some of his load sputtering out from between your lips as you struggle to swallow it all.
Steve's loud when he comes, moaning so unashamedly that it echoes in the room, and you're so sure that your friend in the next one over will hear him, maybe even the one over from that, too. It's mortifying how attractive you find it.
There's an awkward silence once all is said and done, his spent cock slipping from your lips once you're sure he's finished. The sounds of heaving breaths and clothes shuffling are almost deafening in your ears, as you sober up from what could be considered a mind melting experience.
Steve zips his jeans up on the other side, awkwardly chuckling, "Uh, thank you for the best blowjob I've ever had in my entire life, stranger."
You bark out a hoarse laugh in return, shocked by the casualness of it, though it's so endearing — and inflating for the ego, "Thanks, Steve. It was a pleasure getting to suck your dick."
Steve laughs for real that time, breathless and almost incredulous, "I don't know if this is, uh, kink etiquette or whatever but, I'm in this ridiculous black satin shirt. Hairs high enough that you can see it through the crowd, or so my friend says. Come find me out there?"
You're shocked into silence for a moment, brain running on overdrive, trying to comprehend the invitation to actually go see him, after all of that. You feel ridiculous, how could you be prudish after sucking off a stranger?
"Or not?" Steve asks, with a deflated little huff.
"No!" You awkwardly shout, cringing internally, "Uh, I absolutely would love to, Steve. I'm in a black latex dress, I have a red pentagram necklace on, it's hard to miss."
"I'll see you out there then, honey."
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heartsforsserafim · 6 months
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mean g!p wony...
Take It
pairing ; wonyoung x fem!reader
genre ; smut
tw ; degrading, gp!wonyoung, teasing, crying, blowjob, cum on face, cum eating, unprotected sex, idol!wonyoung, non-idol!reader, sorta public sex, bathroom sex, jealous sex, dom!wonyoung, bottom!reader, cockwarming (kind of), edging
an : i tried actually-
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You were waiting inside your girlfriend's makeup room, for her performance to be over. You loved to surprise her each time after an promotional period, but today she didn't expect what you had one.
Walking into the dressing room and celebrating with the staff and fellow members, "Hey y/n!!" yujin said picking you up and twirling you around. Each time you visited the other girls really never got to hang with you since well, wonyoung would take you and they wouldn't see you two for a while.
Wonyoung turned around, and her eyes automatically landed onto your clothes. (For a thought, you were dressed similar to ryujin in the loco studio choom video). After yujin finished spinning you, rei and liz ran up to you and began talking to you. gaeul and leeseo stayed behind you too, also filling you in on everything.
Wonyoung felt, strange. She didn't like when her members took all of your attention, i mean of course you're her girlfriend and those are her bandmates you guys are going to get close but god did she hate when you wouldn't even speak a simple word to her while you're with them.
And really in your defense, you have five girls on you at once, all of them possibly talking about different topics so you really couldn't talk to wonyoung if you tried. She was honestly pissed off at this point, her face wasn't even the same anymore. She was hoping after taking some pictures they'd be done.
"Guys! Can you leave Y/n alone?" Wonyoung said, obviously irritated. liz rei and leeseo walked off, but gaeul and yujin stayed. Wonyoung sighed again, rolling her eyes. After a while, those two finally left your side, finally leaving wonyoung with you.
Automatically, she placed you onto her lap, "Hi baby" you say in a sweet voice and kiss her cheek. "Don't baby me." wonyoung spoke, staring daggers into your eyes. She grabbed your face, holding your cheeks in a firm grip.
You knew where this was leading, "B-babe" you say, tears were threatening to fall but you couldn't yell out it'd alert someone. Wonyoung wasn't trying to hurt you on purpose, it was the new thing you two were trying.
"Shut the fuck up." She grabbed your hips and placed you over her shoulder before walking into the bathroom. Of course, you knew where this'll lead. Wonyoung hasn't been able to release any of her stress in any form, it's been promotion after promotion plus her magazine shoots ect.
But today, she was going to use you to get off. Whether you liked it or not.
(...)
"On your knees" wonyoung said, beginning to remove the pants she wore, you stood there, shocked. You didn't expect her to actually want you to do this in the bathroom, right? "You fucking heard me, on your knees before i force you down" she said, her boxers now removed.
Her cock stood tall directly against her abdomen, god did she look so attractive. Her abs were so defined, you were so stuck in a daze you didn't realize wonyoung had already grabbed you and forced you onto your knees.
She slapped you, so you could focus up once more. Grabbing her cock into your hands, you stroked her shaft a bit. It twitched in your hands, and she'd let out small sounds. You would occasionally play with her tip before going back down and continuing your movements.
A while passed before you finally put her inside of your mouth, "Ah~" she let out a soft, yet blissful, moan. God did your panties pool once you heard her. You were looking up at her, while you sucked her off. Her eyes were hooded, bringing one of her hands up to your hair, she made a ponytail with it.
Prompting you to grip her thighs, and open your mouth wider, allowing her shaft to slide easily along your tongue. She began thrusting into your mouth, her cock hitting the back of your throat felt so amazing. Using both her hands, she forced her shaft deep inside your throat.
Your nose touching her abs, she didn't move until you began squeezing her thighs, your eyes welling with tears. She pulled out, a string of saliva connected her tip and your mouth.
Your face was so flushed, and you couldn't think. Wonyoung stood you up before bending you over on the bathroom sink. She lifted your skirt, moving your panties before sliding her shaft it.
God she was so big, you wanted to scream her name out but you couldn't. A knock came at the door, "Hey wony, dives are asking for you we're not rushing but hurry out!" Yujin spoke from behind the door, wonyoung halted her hips.
She was thinking should she leave you a dripping mess for a few minutes with the fans? You couldn't bear waiting any longer and pushed back against her cock, making her enter you fully. "f-fuckk" you moaned out.
She didn't move yet, and god was it fucking up your mind. Every single detail on her cock, you felt deep inside of you. She was touching your cervix for fucks sake.
She began slowly, her thrusts were so deep, you whimpered while she fucked you. Grinding your hips back against her, she grabbed them and halted your movements.
"W-why~?" you asked, looking at her through the mirror. "Just look at me, make me proud, okay?" She spoke, you nodded watching as she used your hips to roll along with her thrust.
Speeding up, she placed her hand inside of your shirt and began playing with your breast through your bra. "I-i'm gonna- mm- c-cum" you moaned out.
The way wonyoung's cock felt inside of you felt amazing. Closing your eyes for a second to keep yourself from screaming she stopped moving..
"P-please" you begged. She chuckled, before continuing, this time rubbing your clit and making you scream out. You tried your best to stay quiet but she whispered into your ear. "Let them know how good you feel baby"
She continued fucking you, this time going impossibly faster and you felt your orgasm coming. Your walls tightened around her shaft, your legs began to shake and your eyes rolled back. You came with a string of moans, while wonyoung slowed down.
Once you were done going through your afterglow, you immediately got back onto your knees and began sucking wonyoung off. Already deepthroating her so she'll cum. Grabbing your head she began fucking your throat, saying things like, "Fuck baby you're so good" and "just like that~ ah"
She pulled out, cumming on your face. She continued to stroke her cock until her entire load was covering your face and clothes. You looked up at her, taking some of her cum off of your face and licked it off of your fingers.
She watched as you did so, her cock softened as she began putting her clothes on. Cleaning you up before you both walked out of the bathroom, meeting the eyes of her manager and the fellow members. You two knowing you guys were fucked, it was worth it.
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sanyu-thewitch05 · 11 months
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Yandere Jock X F! Bookworm reader pt 2
Graduation
Tw: manipulation, degrading language, possessive behavior, bondage, dubcon, spankings, bribery
A/N: Sorry this took a long time. Finals are coming up next week.
Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?
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Brad, the jock who took your virginity in a library, has surprisingly been a good boyfriend. He cuddles you every night, gives you all the clothes you can want, and gives you attention every day. Though, you practically live at his house now. Luckily, your parents didn't know a thing since they've been overseas since you started dating him.
"Honey, I can't believe we're graduating tomorrow," He coos, spooning you from behind. "Do you have any plans for afterward?"
He hopes you'll say no. The university should've rejected you, especially with all the money he offered them if they did.
"I am going to start getting ready for college. I got accepted into my dream college! Can you believe it?" You cheer, turning towards him with loving eyes.
"Oh, I sure can," Brad replies, barely hiding the discontent in his voice.
You've been dating him for six months. You knew every little cue and behavior when it came to him. You know when he's upset about something.
"Babe, what's wrong?" You ask, placing your hands on his bare chest.
"It's nothing, sweetie. We should probably get dressed. Graduation is in two hours," Brad replies, getting up from the bed.
As much as he is possessive and obsessive, he could never hurt you. He knew how much you looked forward to going to your dream college. Even though it pains him to let you go to college around all those other drunk, handsy, aggressive frat boys.
"Ok, I call the shower first," You say, getting up and walking into the bathroom.
You turn on the shower and look at your products next to his. You are practically his wife now. In fact, you two even share everything. Although, you would like a bit of personal space from time to time. Luckily, the distance between you and Brad should give you that.
"Babe, mind if I join you?" Brad asks, knocking on the bathroom door.
Of course, he can't stay away from you for long in the morning. He always liked his morning cuddles. Though, most of the time, cuddles turn into something more sexual.
"Come on in, Brad. The water always seems a bit warmer when you're near," You say, opening the shower door.
Brad steps into the shower and goes behind you, arms wrapping your waist. He presses your butt against his crotch and keeps the position. You can feel his dick press against your entrance begging to be let in.
"Brad, can you grab the shower head? I wanna wash my hair for graduation," You tease, bending over to show your pussy more.
Brad's dick jumps excitedly, and you can feel his precum dripping onto your sex.
"S-Sure thing, Y/N!" Brad stutters, taking the shower head down and placing it between your legs.
You stand up as a jolt of pleasure goes through your spine. Brad forces you back down and masturbates as you moan.
"That's right, babe. Let me get you off."
"Brad, I'm close!"
Brad switches the pressure settings, and you go over the edge. You release and practically have to have Brad's arms keep you from falling to the floor. Brad holds both sides of your ass and places his face onto your pussy. He laps up your cum and juices, making you twitch again. You see his dick and wrap your legs around his upper body to keep you in place. He stands up, and that's when you take the opportunity to give him an upside-down blowjob. You wrap your soft lips around his tip and lightly kiss and suck it. Brad's legs buckle a bit, then you decide to play dangerously and put his whole dick in his mouth. Your hands play with his balls, stimulating the boy whose semen you wanted oh so much.
Brad makes you cum again, and you moan, his dick still in your mouth. He cums shortly after, his hot cum shooting into your mouth. You let go of his upper body and dick, letting Brad sink to the tub floor.
"You ok, babe? Was my mouth that good?" You ask, giggling as Brad's eyes begin to become unfocused.
"Yes, yes, it was. That was one of your best blowjobs. I guess playing with my balls made the difference," Brad says, using the shower head to clean you. "We should probably wash ourselves so we don't smell like shower sex at graduation."
"I guess you're right," You say, grabbing a shower gel.
~~~~~
Graduation was an exciting moment. Once you have a diploma, you begin to think about your relationship with Brad.
He's a great guy. He treats me well and knows to pleasure me. But it is very unnerving how Brad gets jealous. My pre-calc teacher still won't look into my eyes anymore. Besides, we're both going to college. Maybe we should break up?
"Y/N? Y/N! You were spacing out on me. I asked if you wanted takeout," Brad says as he unlocks his car.
"Um...takeout's fine. Your choice," You respond, getting inside and taking off your graduation cap.
"What's wrong, honeybun? Feeling hangry?" Brad asks, slipping a hand around your ass.
"It's just that we won't be able to see each other often in college-"
"I know, but we can make this relationship work."
"Brad, we should break up."
Brad slams on the brakes, and you hold onto your seatbelt.
"You want to what?"
Brad's face twisted with anger, his face flushing with blood. You've never seen him like this. He drives the car straight to his house and barely avoids the mailbox.
"Get out," Brad says, parking and unlocking his car.
You shakily unbuckle yourself and step out of the car. Brad grabs your arm and pulls you inside.
"Brad, you're hurting me!" You squeal, trying to remove his hand.
"Shut up, slut!" Brad yells,  throwing you on the couch and locking the front door.
Hearing Brad call you a slut pierced your heart. He completely shattered your feelings.
"You're so stupid sometimes. I thought I made it clear that we'll be together forever. There is no breaking up," Brad growls, walking around the living room. "Looks like I have to show you my feelings again. Take your gown off."
"No. I'm not your little sex doll to use whenever you're horny or frustrated. This relationship isn't good for either of us!" You rebuttal, closing the distance between you and Brad. "I love you, Brad. But I can't take the jealousy around everyone in my life anymore. I need distance. We need distance."
"We need intimacy. We need love. You've been pulling away from me as school started to end. We're both adults. Let's talk or work this through."
Brad wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to his chest.
"I love you, Y/N. Please don't leave me," Brad pleads, hugging you tighter. "You won't slip away from me."
You feel the air slip out of your mouth, and your eyes begin to get tunnel vision. You pass out in Brad's arms.
"I'll love you forever and forever," Brad coos, taking you into his arms.
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When you wake up, you're in front of a table and strapped to a chair. You feel something soft underneath you.
"Brad, where are you?" You groggily ask, lifting your head.
"You're sitting on me, honeybun. I wanted us to be close for dinner. I hope you like the spaghetti and wine!" Brad coos, using his free hand to twirl a fork. "I hope you like the outfit I provided."
You look down and see yourself wearing red lingerie over a see-through robe.
"Now say 'ah'!" Brad commands, putting the fork near your mouth.
You turn your head, but Brad grabs your chin and forces it open. You feel the fork go into your mouth. After nearly choking on the noodles, you cough.
"Brad, I'm sorry. I'm your stupid, attention-seeking, slutty girlfriend! Just please let me go!" You cry, shaking in your restraints.
Brad undoes the restraints, and you fall onto the table when you try to stand up.
"Baby, why would you describe yourself with such vile words?" Brad asks, taking you into his arms.
"That's what I am, right? You said it yourself," You begin to cry as you remember Brad yelling at you.
"Oh baby, what have I done? I didn't mean any of that. I'm the slut. I fucked other girls to get your attention before we started dating. You've done nothing but share the same loyalty I have for you in this relationship," Brad consoles, letting you cry on him. "I promise I'll make this right."
You don't know if it's the lack of oxygen or the dehydration from all the crying, but you ask Brad for the unthinkable.
"Brad, have sex with me," You say, looking at your boyfriend with teary eyes.
"What?"
"Have sex with me. I've always had sex with you because you wanted it. It's time for you to do something for me, for once."
"Y/N, I'd kill for you. You know that, right?"
"I know, and that's part of why I love you and want to break up. You can't focus your entire life around me."
"Honeybun, tonight-no this whole summer, is going to be about you!"
Brad throws you over his shoulder and carries you to his bedroom. He turns on the light and puts you on the covers. You back up until you feel the bedframe. Brad strips till he's naked, and watch Brad crawl towards you like a predator about to pounce on its prey. His eyes are full of love and lust, and there are practically hearts in his eyes.
"You better get ready because I'm going to make all of your body feel loved tonight," Brad flirts, closing the distance and spreading your legs. "Maybe a bit of nostalgic foreplay before the main event?"
Brad's hand goes to your butt and gently rubs it.
"Brad, maybe we should think about this?" You suggest, trying to hold him off as you start to regret what you asked of him.
Brad kisses your neck and cheek.
"Sorry, babe. I'm giving you all of my love tonight," Brad replies, gently turning you onto your stomach. "God, I'm-you're going to enjoy this."
Brad peels off your panties and begins to spank and kiss your ass.
"Brad!" You accidentally moan, putting your face into his cologne-smelling pillow.
"Yes, honey! Feel the pleasure!" Brad moans, spanking your ass harder and faster.
"Ooh, I can't take it anymore!" You whimpered, feeling the pleasure build-up and release.
Brad sticks three fingers in your sex and pulls them out to taste your cum. He sticks his cum covered fingers in his mouth like a hungry animal and practically shivers with pleasure from the taste.
"Brad, I-I think I'm ready," You stammer, nervous about how rough Brad is going to be.
"Don't worry, I won't get rough unless you want me to," Brad reassures, lovingly squeezing your butt.
You flip onto your back and spread your legs for him. Brad positions his hips so it lines up with your vagina. Brad sees how nervous you are and kisses you as a distraction. He manages to put half of his dick inside before you notice.
"Brad!" You squeal, feeling his arms wrap around you. Preparing to begin thrusting.
"It's ok. It's ok. Brad isn't going to hurt you again," Brad coos, kissing down your neck.
You wrap your arms around his upper body and look into his eyes.
"Do it," You say.
Brad kisses you on the lips and puts his whole dick inside you. You both moan from the feeling, and that's when Brad begins to lose himself. Brad's thrusts start to become fast and erratic. However, you feel euphoric and want this moment to last forever.
"Oh fuck, baby! Keep going!" You encourage, moving your hands down to Brad's ass. You spank and grope his ass. "Keep going! Keep going!"
"I'm going to fill you up with my love! All of it!" Brad moans, starting to drool like a dog. "OH SHIT! I'm cumming! Fuck!"
Brad cums in you while thrusting and eventually slows to a stop to orgasm. He cums inside you two more times and crashes on top of your body.
"Brad, that was wonderful," You compliment, stroking Brad's hair.
Brad kisses your boobs and lets one hand playfully rub a nipple.
"I'm glad I made you happy," Brad says, kissing your forehead. "And don't you worry your little head about getting pregnant. I bought multiple packs of the morning-after pill. I remember how worried you were about getting pregnant after your first time in the library."
"Great, hand me one," You say, lovingly looking into Brad's green eyes.
"Sweetie, that's for in the morning. In case you haven't noticed, I haven't pulled out of you yet. I'm not going to let any of my love go to waste, even if it's a wet dream."
"Brad, I love you," You say.
You feel Brad's dick harden inside you after you say the words.
"I love you too, honeybun!" Brad exclaims, excitedly kissing you on the lips.
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iveantive · 6 months
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Prompt: Chaewon and Kazuha indulge in something new
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three part adventure of self discovery through watersports
TW: g!p, watersports like heavy tw on WATERSPORTS, blowjobs, dirty talk, degradation, shower sex
The first time it happened, Chaewon was sure it was going to be a one-time thing. She could just shove the underlying feeling of need aside and never think about what happened again.
It was morning in the Le sserafim dorn, and Chaewon, as the leader, always had to wake up first and be ready before the other girls had even begun to wake up. At first, it was one of the many downsides of being the leader, having to wake up earlier before all the other girls. But as time went on, Chaewon began to enjoy it. She had learned to enjoy her alone time in the mornings. It was always peaceful, serene, and quiet in the morning, in contrast to her daily chaotic schedules, jam-packed full of all things that left her no time alone. 
Everything was going how it usually did, Chaewon had woken up at the sound of her alarm bright and early at 6 am and gotten out of bed. Then made her way to one of the two shared bathrooms they had in their dorm. And she went about her normal morning routine, brushing her teeth and washing her face. Before a familiar feeling hit her, she needed to pee. 
So, after washing her face and putting on her moisturizer. Chaewon flipped the toilet lid up and pulled down her pajama shorts and panties, and just as she was about to start going, Kazuha burst through the door. 
“Uh-oh, shit. So-sorry, unnie,” Kazuha muttered before turning around. Chaewon, in a panic, had folded her hands in her lap in an attempt to cover herself. 
“You can look, Zuha. ” 
As Kazuha turned around, Chaewon, in her scramble to cover herself, hadn’t noticed that she had her hands holding her crotch with her thighs together. 
“Ar-are you almost done? I need to go, really bad,” Kazuha stammered over her words, trying to be as sane as possible, like she didn’t feel like her bladder was about to burst at the seams. 
For some reason, Chaewon couldn’t put her finger on it. She liked seeing Kazuha like this. She looked so helpless and desperate, her eyes pleading with her. Something in her wanted to see how long she could keep this sort of game up with Kazuha.
“Why don’t you use the other bathroom?”
“Sakura unnies, awake showering in that bathroom, and she locked the door, please unnie, I really need to go,” Kazuhas voice filled with desperation, as she begged the older girl. 
“Why don’t you go in the sink or something? You got that thing down there for a reason” 
“You’d really be cool with if I just pissed in the sink, where all of  you guys wash your hands?” Kazuha questioned with an eyebrow raised, her hands still holding her crotch.
Chaewon thought about it for a few seconds. Before she realized no, that probably wouldn’t be best. Having the lingering smell of piss in their sink, and even if they cleaned it. There was no way that she’d be able to wash her hands normally in that sink again. Without thinking about how it would be the very sink the younger had pissed in. 
“Uh, no, I guess not. Let me think for a second” 
“Oh- ok, please hurry up though, I- I really have to go,” Kazuha whined, stomping her feet lightly on the ground, trying to calm herself down. 
Chaewon thought for a few seconds about the best possible solution. Before settling on what was probably a good enough solution. She scooted back on the toilet seat, far enough that she would still be able to piss in the toilet, and proceeded to spread her legs. Enough for Kazuha to guide her stream into. 
Kazuha, frozen in her place, just looked down, not able to focus on anything besides Chaewons bare pussy in front of her. With her mouth agape, she seemingly was trying to say something, but no words came out. 
“Come on, I thought you had to go,” Chaewon said with a smirk on her face, 
“O-oh yeah, right!” Kazuha stuttered over her words. Finally, she uncovered her crotch with her hands before using one of her hands to lower the waistband of her sweatpants and boxers. Her soft cock flopped out, then holding it with one of her hands. She took a step forward, with barely a few inches between her and Chaewon. 
“I- I don’t wanna miss,” Kazuha said in a tone that was almost as low as a whisper. 
Chaewon couldn’t help but stare at Kazuha's every ministration. And how could you blame her? The younger girl really did have a nice dick. Of course, she’d gotten a couple of glimpses here and there during outfit fittings, but she’d never seen it this close up before. Along with that, the younger always did her best to keep it hidden, always purposefully turning away from her and the other girls. So, she’d never seen it this close up before. As far as she could tell, she wasn’t even hard, but if Chaewon had to guess, she was already sitting at a good 5-6 inches. Her pubes were neatly trimmed, a vein traveling from the base to the tip, and circumcised. Hmmm, she wouldn’t have ever guessed. 
Not to mention how the younger seemed to be in deep thought, with her eyebrows furrowed. Chaewon wondered what could be going through her head right now. Was she enjoying it as much as me? she thought to herself.
She watched as Kazuha directed her cock between her legs. Expecting a trickle to echo throughout the bathroom any moment now. But, after a few seconds, she was met with nothing but silence. 
“Ca-can, you look away,” Kazuha said as a blush of red began to creep its way up her cheeks. 
“Oh yeah, sorry”
So, Chaewon looked to the side, trying to look at anything else, trying to ignore Kazuhas dick in her face, which was harder for her than she’d like to admit. When suddenly, she felt a hot liquid splash her clit, making her turn her head back to Kazuha. 
“I-I’m sorry, it’s just like that. Sometimes I don’t know,” Kazuha stuttered over her words. While simultaneously aiming her stream lower to avoid any further incident. 
“It’s fine, Zuha. Don’t worry about it” 
Chaewon, for some reason she, didn’t understand she liked it. She liked the feeling of the hot liquid hitting her clit. Although she knew that Kazuha hadn’t done it on purpose, she couldn’t help but wish she would do it again. 
Remembering the reason she was sitting on the toilet in the first place, her own sense of needing to piss had come back. So, she let go, a sense of instant relief coming over her. She let out a relieved sigh. Catching Kazuha's attention, who just stared down between them. Chaewon noticed how her gaze was looking down between her thighs.
The sound of both of their streams steadily flowing began to echo throughout the bathroom. Leaving both of the girls entranced. Chaewon, looking at the liquid flowing from the younger girl's cock in front of her, and Kazuha, whose gaze was fixed between them in her trance of just watching both their streams flow. 
Kazuhas stream was the first that started to dwindle in intensity. Her cock let out a few last spurts of piss, a couple of which hit Chaewons clit, and she had to actually hold herself back from letting out a noise that wouldn’t be appropriate. Finally running out, Kazuha quickly ripped a couple of pieces of toilet paper from the roll beside them and dabbed her tip dry, dropping the toilet paper between the older girl's legs. Before slipping her dick back into her pants, and quickly washed her hands.
“Umm, thank you, and sorry for pissing on you,” Kazuha squeaked out before opening the door. Not giving Chaewon any time to reply, she quickly left the room. 
Leaving Chaewon, who had finished up just a few short seconds after Kazuha did, to sit and ponder what the fuck just happened. And more importantly, why she liked it. 
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Now, the second time it happened was really no accident. Chaewon saw an opportunity to indulge in her new fantasy, and she decided to take it. 
Since that fateful morning a couple of weeks ago, Chaewon couldn’t stop thinking about it. There was just something that left her wanting more. She couldn’t put her finger on it, maybe it had something to do with the hazy headspace she was in during that quiet morning, but something about her and Kazuha just pissing together felt oddly soothing and intimate. Not to mention the pleasure she felt when the younger girl's stream hit her clit. It was something she had never experienced before. And truth be told, she wanted to experience it again. 
The next time the opportunity presented itself was while they were at a photoshoot. The group had been split up into units: Sakura, Yunjin, and Eunchae in one, leaving her and Kazuha in the other. 
The main director had decided she and Kazuha would be going first, seeing as they had fewer pictures between them to take. As it was only the two of them as opposed to the other group, who had the three. And just their luck (mostly for Chaewon), their photoshoot would be taken outside. Meaning the other members wouldn’t be there to question the actions she was planning. Knowing the three remaining members would much rather sit inside the nearby building that was serving as their waiting room.
Throughout the entirety of the photo shoot, At any slight second, they had a break. Chaewon was right next to the younger to hand her a bottle of water. 
Whenever Kazuha or someone from the staff questioned her, she always replied with something leaderly. Saying things like “I'm looking out for her,” “ It’s hot today,” and “She needs to stay hydrated.” And Mother Nature was on her side today because it was actually a pretty hot day outside, and they were shooting in direct sunlight for hours, so what she was doing wasn’t totally out of the norm. 
But Chaewon could tell that the water she had basically been force-feeding her the entire time was wearing down on the younger girl. Chaewon could see the slight awkwardness in her poses and the strained smiles she gave to staff as she stood from the sidelines when it wasn’t her turn. Even more so when they were taking pictures together, Kazuha would always flinch whenever the director would instruct her to keep her hands near Kazuha's waist and how her finger would graze below her toned stomach.
As the photoshoot went on, Kazuha struggled to keep herself sane. Whenever they had to move to a new location, she was hobbling with her thighs clenched while she walked from place to place. When a staff member would question her, she’d tell them she was simply getting tired of standing. 
And after a long, grueling five hours, the photoshoot had finally come to an end. 
Kazuha was quick to bow and give the staff a thank them for their hard work before proceeding to book it as fast (which at this point was barely a speed walk)  as she could back to the nearby building that housed their waiting area. Which just so happened to be where the nearest bathroom was. 
And with Chaewon, who quickly bid the staff goodbyes as well, she was quite easily able to catch up with Kazuha and was able to trail just a few feet behind her. 
She watched the younger girl push the door to the building open with so much force it hit the wall behind it with a loud crash. Catching the remaining three members who were waiting by surprise. But Kazuha, in such a rush, didn’t even bother saying anything before making a beeline toward the nearby bathroom. 
As Chaewon made her way into the building just a few short seconds after Kazuha, she was slightly taken aback at the way the three girls stared back at her with their eyes wide. 
“She had to piss that bad, damn,” Yunjin remarked.
“You’d think with that dick between her legs, she’d just duck behind a tree or something,” Yunjin said between laughs before she got a light slap on the arm from Sakura. 
“Ya, Yunjin, don’t use words like that,” Sakura scolded her.
“What? It's true, though!” Eunchae smirked.
“Yes, it’s true, but the proper anatomical term is pen-”
Chaewon loudly cleared her throat before Sakura could finish her sentence. Despite how amusing the entire exchange was, she had a plan to complete. So, she informed the three that she and Kazuha had finished, and the director was ready for them.
She watched the three file out the door and waited till she was sure they were out of view before she made her way down the hallway where the bathrooms were.
Stopping in front of the door, she reached her hand out to the doorknob and found that it hadn’t been locked. 
That idiot 
Chaewon scoffed in disbelief to herself. But she stopped and thought for a moment. Did Kazuha leave the door unlocked on purpose for her? Did she want her to come in? 
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Whatever, It doesn’t matter why the younger left the door unlocked. All that matters is that it was, and it happened to be making things much easier for her. She initially thought she was going to have to bang on the door till Kazuha gave in and would let her in. 
Chaewon took a deep breath before turning the door handle and pushing the door open.
There was no going back now. 
Upon barging in, she took notice Kazuha had yet to start doing her business, much to her delight. Followed by the younger starring at Chaewon with wide eyes, stuck in a bewildered state. With her hands frozen in place, settled atop the belt around her waist.
“O-oh shit, Ch-Chaewon. S-sorry I- forgot to lock the door,” Kazuha managed to get out. 
“It’s okay, Zuha, I just really have to go.” Chaewon looked at the younger, trying her best to put on the best pleading eyes she could. 
To be fair, Chaewon wasn’t totally lying about needing to piss. She had also drank a substantial amount of water during the photoshoot. Not nearly like the amount she was force-feeding Kazuha. But, definitely enough for this moment. 
Kazuha just nodded her head. Chaewon, however, could tell that she needed to go by the way she was playing with her fingers and taking deep breaths. If Chaewon had to guess, she was doing it as a way to keep herself from losing it. 
Chaewon walked over to the toilet and sat down before pulling down her skirt and panties. At the same time, Kazuha had opted to simply turn around. 
However, due to the small amount of space in the bathroom, the younger was barely, if even a couple of feet in front of Chaewon. This led to her reaching one of her hands out and ever so slightly hooking one of her fingers onto the back of the loop of Kazuha's pants, definitely doing the trick of getting her attention. Kazuha whipped her head back around and looked at her expectantly.
“I know you need to pee, too, I saw how much water you were drinking”
“Well, yeah, but-” Kazuha rebuttled before getting cut off. 
“We’ve done this before. It's okay,” she reassured her. Not failing to notice how her cheeks began to flush a red shade.
“Ar-are you sure?”
“More than sure, Zuha.” Chaewon reached her hand to one of the front belt loops and tugged the younger girl closer. 
She looked up at the Kazuha. She couldn’t quite tell how the younger girl was taking all this in. But, by the way, she didn’t push her hands away as she kept her fingers hooked on the belt loop of her pants. She had to assume she was doing something right. 
That was until she actually started to undo her belt buckle, of course. 
“H-hey, w-woah, what-what're you doing?” Kazuha tried to make a feeble attempt at pushing away Chaewon's hands. 
“Just helping you,” Chaewon shrugged. 
“O-oh, okay” 
Chaewon had to keep herself from cracking a smile. Was it really this easy to convince Kazuha to continue her movements?
She carried on where the younger girl had previously stopped and unbuckled the belt. Her eyes fixated as she delicately maneuvered her hands to unbutton Kazuha's pants and unzip the zipper. Her white boxers, peaking out, were really leaving nothing to the imagination. 
“Is this okay, Zuha?” Chaewon looked up. The younger girl's eyes were fixated on her, glimmering with something she hadn’t seen before since their first encounter like this. 
“Y-yeah”.
That was all Chaewon needed to hear to continue moving her hands. She stuck one of her hands through the hole in her boxers, fishing the limp length out from its confines before aiming it between her legs. 
She looked up at the younger girl expectantly.
Catching the hint, Kazuha let out a deep breath. And after a couple of moments of silence, the first trickles of piss left her cock. Well, it’s good to know she got over her piss shyness Chaewon internally laughed at her own thought. She thought she was just going to have to hold the younger girl's limp dick in her hand till she had built enough courage to let herself go in front of her. 
Chaewon was back to feeling just as entranced as she was the first time they did whatever this was. Something about what they were doing just felt so comforting, so right, so arousing. 
From the start, Kazuhas stream was building momentum. Without a doubt, due to the copious amount of water she had been drinking at the courtesy of the older. And as it got stronger, Chaewon felt herself growing even more aroused. 
Ever so slightly, she angled Kazuhas stream higher, resulting in it hitting her clit straight on. Making her let out a yelp. Catching the attention of the younger, who said nothing but whose eyes were wide and staring so intently at where her stream was heading.
Chaewon doesn't know what came over her at the moment. Perhaps it was her brain clouded by her own want of pleasure. But, she snaked her hand between her legs, her fingers getting coated in Kazuhas piss. She used her finger to spread her folds, making her clit peek out from its hood. 
“F-fuck,” Chaewon moaned. The strong stream the younger girl was providing just felt so fucking good on her exposed clit. And at that same moment, she let out the fluids she had been holding during this moment.
The pleasure felt different. She doesn’t know why it felt so good. She’s had her fair share of hookups in the past, and the partners had various successes in making her finish. Yet, this combined pleasure was feeling better than all her past hookups combined. And with the Kazuha stream seemingly not letting up, she was approaching her orgasm quickly. 
The constant flow of fluid aimed directly at her clit, with her own pleasure of releasing the held-in piss. Was sending her closer and closer to the edge. Until she came with a high-pitched moan, her eyes closed tightly. Her hands were slightly trembling, causing the stream of piss that had been steadily weakening for some of the warm fluid to end up splashing onto her lower stomach.
By the time she had recovered from her orgasm, the younger girl was somehow still letting out a stream of piss, alibi, it being much weaker than before. She was still going. Chaewon gave a mental pat on the back to herself for shoving water down Kazuha's throat during the entire photoshoot.
Chaewon looked up at Kazuha, who had her eyes hooded and a coat of red coating her cheeks. 
As Kazuha squeezed out the last few drops of piss, some of which hit Chaewons sensitive clit in the process, led her to let out a whimper.
They stared at each other for a couple of moments, not knowing what to say to one another, Before, Kazuha made the first movement and was reaching her hand to the nearby roll of toilet paper. 
Chaewon didn’t know what was coming over her. Perhaps it was her post-orgasm-clouded mind or her body instinctively going for what it really wanted.
“W-wait,” Chaewon barely got out before she proceeded to lunge forward, taking the head of Kazuhas cock in her mouth. Letting her tongue rest on the underside of her cock, before she pulled away and licked the tip. The last remaining drops of Kazuhas piss coated her tongue. 
She didn’t have time to think about the slightly bitter taste in her mouth. As she looked up at Kazuha, her face contorted from a look of complete and utter confusion morphing into her eyes being filled with lust. Waiting for her next move. 
Chaewon parted her lips, taking Kazuhas cock deeper. Feeling her length growing harder in her mouth. She continued to bob her head up and down the length till the younger girl's cock had reached its full mass. Even so, she just wasn’t quite able to take her fully hard length. And she needed to pull away as she felt the tip of Kazuha's cock pressing on the back of her throat, making her eyes start to water. She let out a few coughs, trying to catch her breath. 
Pulling away, she tugged Kazuha's boxers down just enough for her length to spring out. She took one of her balls into her mouth, lightly suckling on it and letting her tongue swipe subtle licks around it. Hearing the subtle grunts of pleasure from the girl above, she continued her movements, swapping sides and doing the same to the neglected one. 
Suddenly, she felt Kazuha's hand on her scalp, combing her fingers through her hair. She let go of the sacs in her mouth before looking into Kazuhas eyes and taking her cock back into her mouth. 
“I-im close,” She heard Kazuha say barely audibly.
She continued to bob her head up and down the length the farthest she was able to go. She used one of her free hands to make up for the length she wasn’t able to take in, her small hand barely able to wrap around it fully. She bobbed her head sucking her cock, working in tandem as she moved her hand up and down the thick length. She reached her other hand up to Kazuha's balls, massaging the sacs with her fingers. When she felt the younger girl tug on her hair, to which Chaewon braced herself. 
A few moments went by while she continued her ministrations till she heard Kazuha let out a loud grunt, followed by her load spilling into Chaewon's mouth. She tried her best to swallow it all, with only a few stray drops leaking out from her mouth.
“Oh- fuck I’m so sorry, i-i-don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Kazuha stuttered over words. The younger girl cussing, catching Chaewon off guard, as she wasn’t really ever one to curse, made her come to her senses. 
“It’s okay, Zuha, you didn’t do anything wrong” She tried to comfort the younger girl, seeing her hands shaking as she had slipped cock back into her pants, and was buttoning them back up. 
“Really?” Kazuha asked as she reached her hand towards the aforementioned toilet paper next to them, ripping off a few squares and dabbing up her own semen that had escaped Chaewon's mouth. She looked at Chaewon with nothing but concern in her eyes. 
“Really, Zuha, I wouldn’t have given you a blowjob if I didn’t want you to cum in my mouth,” Chaewon said matter-of-factly while ripping off some toilet paper off herself to wipe herself.
“O-oh,” Kazuha muttered. Backing up a bit so Chaewon could pull up her pants.
“We should do this again,” Chaewon said with a smirk on her face as she turned her back to the younger girl, making her way to sink.
Kazuhas eyes widened at her words.
-
Chaewon isn’t sure how this. You could say “arrangement” had started to become more and more frequent. At first, it was she who would be the one to drag Kazuha along with her to the restroom, or she would follow after Kazuha when she heard the younger girl tell someone she was going to take a bathroom break. 
But, as they kept up with their little arrangement, it was Kazuha who gave her a knowing look whenever the particular need arose. 
Thankfully, to their staff and other outsiders, it wasn’t too out of the ordinary for the girls to visit the bathrooms in pairs. Whether it be because they thought it was a safety thing whenever they had a schedule in crowded buildings or simply wanted to talk to one another alone, nobody ever questioned them.
They would head off into the bathroom together, and it usually ended with her sitting on the toilet while she had her hand between Kazuha's legs, grabbing ahold of her length and guiding her stream between her thighs.
It was odd, really. Sometimes, both of them had the absolute clearest mind whenever they did this. Neither of them had their head clouded with lust over the other; it just felt nice. It felt like something that was just their little secret, like a child sneaking a cookie from the top shelf. Since people constantly surrounded them, they enjoyed just having this one thing for themselves. 
But, Chaewon had to admit when their encounters were more on the heated side, she no longer cared if her light moans could be heard throughout the bathroom or the sighs of relief Kazuha let out whenever she was pissing. 
Chaewon didn’t know if she should be happy. People were blissfully unaware or turned on by the fact anybody could catch them in the act at any given moment. Most of the time, their encounters would be in public restrooms that had barely an inch thick walls guarding them from the other stalls. Not to mention, if any dared to even peak under the stall, they’d see her and Kazuha having what to them was their little secret. 
However, Sakura, being the observer she was, did notice the frequent disappearance of the two. One day, when she and the older girl were the only ones home at the dorm and were both lounging on the couch, she brought up the topic in passing and questioned why she always went to the bathroom with Kazuha. 
Chaewon had to turn away to hide the red heat that rose up her cheeks as she thought about their “arrangement.” She had let out a fit of coughs as she made a futile attempt to compose herself. 
Before she turned back and shrugged, saying, “I don't know. She can scare weirdos away”. This wasn’t totally untrue since, on more than one occasion, the pair had been stopped in the hallways of a music show by a random male idol who always made an attempt to flirt with her. 
Although to Chaewon, the younger girl was nothing but a puppy. She could actually be quite intimidating when she wanted to be. Kazuha always stepped in and stared them down till the guys got the hint and scampered off. 
In response, Sakura simply nodded and turned her attention back to whatever random show was playing on the TV. With Chaewon letting out a sigh of relief at the fact the older girl hadn’t bothered to press the matter any further. 
Between her and Kazuha, It was a bit of an unspoken rule to never talk about their little arrangement beyond asking if things were okay in the moment or the couple minutes that proceeded with one of them washing their hands while the other waited. The air is always a bit tense during those moments, with each of them not really knowing what to say to the other. 
Not that Chaewon expected Kazuha to bring it up outside what seemed to be the sanctioned bathroom walls anyway. She knew the younger girl was too timid to ever confront her about it.
She could tell that Kazuha was enjoying herself just as much as she was. Chaewon never failed to notice the way Kazuha's gaze was always fixed between her legs. Always staring so intently at the way their streams would flow in tandem. 
She even noticed the way that the younger, even without prompting her to do so, would drink copious amounts of water. Chaewon couldn’t help but wonder if it was because she wanted to extend the amount of time she was able to spend with her. Or she knew her stream would be stronger, and Kazuha wanted to satisfy her. Because Chaewon saw how Kazuhas face would light up when she would let out a little whimper when particularly strong spurts of piss would hit her clit straight on. 
Kazuha, usually the one to finish first, would reach for toilet paper and pat her tip dry. Chaewon saw how without a doubt, her cock always began to twitch in her hands, just wanting to be touched even more. And by the time the younger slipped it back into whatever undergarment she was wearing that day, Chaewon could clearly see how hard she was. 
Due to their busy schedules, they hadn’t time to indulge in the newfound kink, I guess you could say, as they did on that day a few weeks back at the photo shoot. As much as she would like to suck the younger girl off after every one of their “sessions,” they simply just didn’t have the time.
Leading Chaewon to today. She was getting tired of seeing Kazuha walk out of the bathroom every time they were together like things were perfectly normal. Knowing damn well, under her pants, Kazuha was hiding an absolute hard-on. 
They were overseas in Japan doing album promotions. And currently, they were on their way back to their hotel after their last schedule for the day. Their manager had warned them as they were gathering into the car that the drive back would be a long one. Earning groans of defeat from all of them, it was only 10 pm, but they had been up since 4 am going non-stop, bouncing from various schedules until now. All they wanted to do was settle into their beds and sleep.
However, Chaewon had other plans. She knew that this night would literally be the only time she had alone with the younger girl. Knowing, they had a flight early the next morning back to Korea, where they’d no doubt have their schedules full for the coming weeks. 
They had gotten settled into the car, with her in the backseat in between Kazuha and Yunjin, along with Sakura and Eunchae in the middle row. 
Kazuha had been making herself comfortable, having a blanket thrown over her lap, with a pillow to the side of her, pulling out her phone, putting in her airpods, and throwing on whatever Netflix show she had recently downloaded. 
Chaewon had been waiting for this moment to play with her puppy.
Was it really a good idea to have half of her backpack's contents being water bottles? Probably not. And it proved to be just that for the majority of the day, having to lug around all these water bottles. 
But as she handed Kazuha a water bottle, watching her practically inhale it without a second thought. She knew it was the right decision. 
Their last schedule of the day had been at a music show. And right after their performance, they needed to leave. Making no room for them to even have a sip of water before being rushed by staff. Which tracked with how Kazuha had downed the first bottle of water in seconds.
After Kazuha had finished the first bottle, Chaewon was quick to hand her another one, to which she drank it just as fast as the first one. 
At this point, Chaewon knew Kazuha's body, honestly probably better than the younger girl did. Based on how she was downing the water like she had been trapped in a desert for a week.
All Chaewon had to do was be patient. She knew it was only a matter of time before the water would start having its effects. So, she tried to keep herself busy, pulling her phone out and mindlessly scrolling through her various social media. 
And after about another thirty minutes, it was finally time to have some fun. She started to feel the subtle way Kazuha had started to shift in her seat. Followed by just a few minutes later, one of her legs started to bounce up and down. Looking over at the younger girl, she had her eyes still fixated on her show. She’s probably trying to distract herself, Chaewon thought. 
Chaewon ever so slightly reached one of her hands up and pulled out one of Kazuha's airpods. 
“Something wrong?” Chaewon put on an innocent voice. Kazuha turned around, her eyes shifting from confusion to softening her gaze.
“Y-you know what you’re doing,” She pouted. To which Chaewon couldn’t help but smirk and let out a giggle. 
“And, what exactly am I doing, Zuha- hm?” Chaewon hummed before placing one of her hands beneath her blanket onto the younger's thigh.
“G-gave me too much water.”
“Well, you’re a big girl, Zuha. You should know how to control yourself. Right?” She dipped her resting hand lower on Kazuha's thigh, letting her finger graze the inside. 
“Y-yeah, r-right,” Kazuha muttered. Trying to shake Chaewon's hand off her, only to backfire on her. Any movement she made was just making her need to piss more evident. 
“Just hold on a bit longer, for me, okay?” getting a nod in return from the younger. 
“We’ll have some fun when we get to the hotel. Just have to be good till then.” She continued to use her fingers to caress Kazuha's inner thigh. She watched as the younger girl's eyebrows raised as she spoke.
A few minutes went by as the pair sat in comfortable silence. Chaewon popped the airpod she had stolen from the younger prior into her ear and started watching the drama with her. And she had to be honest. It was boring as shit; she didn’t know how Kazuha could watch these sappy romance dramas. 
So, of course, to up the ante even more, Chaewon reached the hand that wasn’t still under the blanket below her to where her open backpack lay and pulled out another water bottle. Tapping the younger girl on the shoulder and forcing it into her proximity. 
“N- no” Kazuha muttered. 
“Just one more, for me? Please.” Chaewon had to hide the smirk growing on her face, covering it with a pleading tone and begging eyes.
“W-we’ve never done it this close to the others. I- I don't want-” Kazuha couldn’t finish her sentence, not even being able to bring herself to say the words. 
“What? Don’t want them to know you’re a freak,” Chaewon scoffed. 
“You think I don’t know you get off this.”
“I-i”
“Use your word.” Chaewon moved her hand till it was resting atop the younger girl sweat pants.
“Y-yes. I- I mean. I-its embarrassing.” A blush of red made it up her cheeks. 
“Good, that's the point. Now drink up,” Chaewon spat, She uncapped the bottle, forcing it into Kazuha's hand. 
She reached the hand that had been resting atop Kazuha's bulge beneath her t-shirt, with it now settled on her lower stomach, just in time for the younger girl to start taking a few gulps of the bottle. She could feel the way her tummy would get slightly more bloated with every passing gulp.
“Just a bit more, Zuha,” Chaewon praised her. And as the bottle started to near its end, she could hear the slight whimpers coming from the younger. 
Kazuha finished the bottle, setting it next to the other empty water bottles she had finished. Letting out a sigh of relief. Until of pang of discomfort hit her, and she let out a groan. It was only getting harder and harder to hold. Chaewon once again reached her hand back down to Kazuha's sweatpants. Feeling that her bulge had only grown. 
“I can’t believe you’re getting off to this,” Chaewon said in disbelief. 
“B-but, I-I’m doing what you said.” Kazuha's eyes began to water. 
“I didn’t tell you to get hard.” Chaewon had to stifle a laugh. 
“What if the other girls woke up? Yunjinie is right next to us. One nudge, and she's awake. She’ll get to see you squirming around all hard like that, How shameful would it be?” She berated the younger as she rubbed her hand softly over the clothed bulge.
“N-no, p-please. I’m being good.” The tears in her eyes began to pour over. 
“Yes, you are, baby. Just hold on till we get back to the hotel. Hmmm?”. She used her free hand to reach up and wipe away the tears that dribbled down Kazuha's cheeks. Getting a shaky nod in response from her. 
To which Chaewon grabbed Kazuha's phone and opted to turn on some more soothing music, rather than that shitty romance drama Kazuha had been watching to distract herself from her increasing need. At this point, Kazuha's hands were probably making holes in the fabric of her sweats with how hard her nails were gripping them. Along with her squirming in her seat only have gotten worse, she could barely hold still. 
Only a few more minutes passed before the car came to a stop. Indicating that they had finally reached their hotel.
Due to them sitting in the furthest backseat, they had to wait for Eunchae and Sakura to collect their things, and to Kazuha, it seemed to be taking longer than usual. She gritted her teeth, letting out a huff of frustration. In an attempt to keep herself together, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on her own breathing. 
Chaewon swears she can hear the younger girl's heart beating out of her chest. She did feel a bit bad for Kazuha, It was her fault that she was in this situation anyway. Even so, she couldn’t help but enjoy the way her breath was hitching with every breath, squirming in her seat with her legs crossed, her eyes closed, and biting her lip. She took one of Kazuha's hands into her own, immediately hearing her breathing start to slow down and return to somewhat normal. 
She continued to hold Kazuha's hand as Eunchae and Sakura finally made their way out of the car. She lightly tapped the younger girl's hand.
“Zuha, we’re here. It's time to go.” Chaewon's tone was soft.
With Kazuha's hand still in hers, she guided the girl out of the car on wobbly legs before changing their position so she had her arms around her waist to keep her stead. They had just barely made it to the lobby. 
“Is she okay?” Chaewon heard Yunjin speak from behind them. 
She was so thankful that Eunchae and Sakura had already left and went into the hotel without them. She really didn’t know how she would be able to explain this one to all three of them. But thankfully, this time, it was only Yunjin. 
“Oh- Yeah, I think she’s just a bit tired. She was in a really deep sleep when I woke her up,” Chaewon tried to sound as convincing as possible.
“Do you need help? I’m probably stronger than yo-” Chaewon cut her off before she could even finish her sentence. 
“That’s okay! I got it. You can head to your room.” 
“Well, alright, unnie! I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Yunjin said before she sped off to her own room. 
And after bidding Yunjin goodbye, the pair made their way to their own room. Kazuha was just barely keeping it together anymore. With every stride they made, she was letting out a whimper.
Upon finally making it to their hotel room, Chaewon was practically carrying Kazuha through their room into the bathroom. Somehow, on their trek to the room, the younger girl had decided to rest half of her body weight on the much smaller Chaewon. It was tiring as hell lugging Kazuha all the way here, but Chaewon just knew it would be oh-so-worth it. 
Chaewon stripped herself of her own clothes before turning to Kazuha, who had her eyes fixated on the ground.
“Come on, I thought you wanted to have some fun when we got here, right?” 
“Mmm, right,” She whimpered.
Chaewon reached down and untied the knot that was keeping Kazuhas sweatpants up, pulling them down, while the latter had lifted her shirt over her head, unclasping her bra before tossing them to the side. Now, standing in just her boxer briefs, Chaewon could see the full effect the water had had on the younger. Her tummy was bloated, sticking out every so slightly. Along with the way, Kazuha was wobbling on her feet with her legs crossed. 
She took Kazuha's hand, stepping into the shower with her. The shower itself was on the bigger side, making it easy for them to stand in it together comfortably. 
“You need to go, Zuha?” Chaewon dragged a couple of her fingers down Kazuha's chest, down her toned abs, till they were resting on her bloated lower stomach. She just barely pressed on the area before she heard the younger let out a loud groan.
“Yes! I really need to go so bad,” Kazuha whimpered, her voice full of desperation.
“Aww, Zuha, I know you do. So beg for it.” Chaewon's tone grew sinister. 
“I- I need to pee, pl-please, unnie,” She begged, tears welling in her eyes. 
“Since you were so good today, drinking all that water for me,” Chaewon maneuvered herself so she was standing directly in front of the younger girl before she began to press down on her bladder.
“You can go, Zuha.” 
After a couple of moments of silence, Kazuha had stopped holding and let go. The sound of piss starting to trickle from her cock could be heard. She let out a string of moans as her stream started to gain momentum.
Chaewon reached one of her hands down and grabbed ahold of the younger girl's length. Hearing Kazuha let out a sigh of contentment as she did so. Chaewon slightly spread her legs before she directed the length directly at her clit. She could already feel the wetness beginning to grow between her legs.
“Fuck, Zuha,” Chaewon moaned. It felt so good, the hot stream being sprayed directly at her clit. Partnered with the way she could feel some of the liquid ricocheting back onto the skin of her inner thighs, trickling down her legs. It’s so wrong, so disgusting. 
She doesn’t understand why it made her feel this way. So, satisfied. 
She looked up at Kazuha, who was looking down at her. Or more so between them, where her hot stream was hitting her clit. The younger girl was letting out strings of content whimpers every so often. 
As Chaewon followed Kazuha's gaze in between them, she was suddenly reminded of that fateful incident a couple of weeks back that escalated into something more than just pissing together. As she watched the steady stream of liquid leave Kazuha's cock, she couldn’t help but crave the taste in her mouth again.
This time straight from the source.
She wasn’t sure how much more Kazuha had to piss. So she needed to make her decision quickly. 
And that she did, Before she knew it, she dropped to her knees in front of Kazuhas stream. Feeling the hot liquid splash onto her body. Despite how warm the fluid was, feeling it spatter on her skin made her flinch as it began to run down from her chest down her stomach. She felt so dirty, letting the younger do this to her, but how could she tell her to stop when it felt so good?
Now, on her knees, she looked up at Kazuha, whose expression read nothing short of a combination of confusion and shock, but nevertheless, she stared intently at what she was going to do next. 
Still looking directly at the younger girl, she reached one of her hands up and took her length back in her hand before she guided the stream directly into her mouth. The warm liquid began to fill her mouth, coating her taste buds in the slightly bitter taste before she swallowed it, only for the liquid to start filling her mouth up again.
She straightened her back so she was sitting up taller. She leaned forward, making sure not to spill a drop of the warm liquid. As she took the head of Kazuhas cock deeper into her mouth. Swallowing the fluid that had filled her mouth, she now felt a new sensation.
Kazuhas piss was spraying directly into the back of her throat; the stream was still strong. She had begun to start choking on the liquid. Despite that, she didn’t want to lose any of the fluid, so she swallowed it through the burning pain in her throat. It was wrong to say, but she was falling deeper and deeper into this new sensation. She couldn’t help but let out small whines around the younger girl's cock. 
This is what Chaewon wanted. She felt content. The head of Kazuhas cock in her mouth, she had started lightly suckling on it as the warm fluid spraying from it filled her mouth. Along with the confusion on Kazuha's face was long gone, replaced with contentment and pleasure. Her eyebrows furrowed, her pupils blown wide, as she stared at Chaewon. With little moans falling from her mouth with every suckle on her cock head. 
And as Kazuhas stream finally began to falter, Chaewon let the last few spurts of piss fill her mouth, the last few trickles of it, unfortunately, dripping out of her lips down her chin. 
She doesn’t know what got into her, but as she releases Kazuha's head from her mouth, still carrying the last of her piss in her mouth. She looked up at the girl before opening her mouth and showing it to Kazuhal before she closed her mouth and swallowed the last of the piss.
It took a few moments for them to get back to their senses. Both of their heads are still hazy from the previous actions. 
Kazuha was the one to move first, reaching for the knobs on the shower and turning them on, fiddling with the faucet till it was a comfortable, warm temperature.
“A-are you okay?” She heard Kazuha ask. Chaewon's eyes were still very much glossed over. Her vision was hazy. Her eyes were still open but not looking at anything in particular. Till she felt the warm droplets of water hitting her skin, garnering her attention. 
“Y-yeah,” Chaewon managed to get out. Feeling the hard tile of the shower pressing into her knees, she reached out to grab onto one of the railings and tried to get up. Her legs wobbled as she tried to stand up, only making it up a little more than halfway; she felt her hand slip. 
She let out a yelp, preparing for her knees to be met back with the hard tile. She instead was met with Kazuhas hands meeting her own.
“Heh, you sure? Kazuha grinned at her with that stupid smile. 
It didn’t take long for Chaewon to stable herself and drop Kazuhas hands that still had a firm grip in her own, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach it gave her. Even throughout all the debauchery they’ve done in the last couple of hours, the younger girl still cared for her wellbeing. 
Chaewon coughed, clearing her throat before speaking.
“Yeah,” 
Chaewon reached for a bottle of soap that was on one of the shelves and proceeded to lather her body. Before, she handed the bottle off to Kazuha in front of her. The subtle smells of citrus and floral began to fill the close quarters of the shower. 
Chaewon kept her eyes closed as she began to rinse herself of the soapy suds. She can practically feel Kazuhas eyes on her as she did. Maybe a part of her liked it. Maybe a part of her liked that Kazuha was focusing on her. Maybe it was the reason she was washing the soap off her skin slower than she usually would, putting on a show just for the younger girl to watch. 
She stepped back from the water of the shower head and opened her eyes. And it was just as she expected, better even. 
Kazuha's eyes were boring into her. The younger girl's eyes were hooded and dark before she snapped out of it, feeling Chaewon's gaze on her again. But, as Chaewon’s gaze trailed lower down Kazuhas body, she saw her cock was hard. The hard length beading with precum dripping from its red tip that was pointed up at her stomach. 
“S-sorry,” Kazuha mumbled, making a weak attempt to bring her hands down to cover the bulge. To which they did little to hide her large member. 
Chaewon let out a laugh.
“It’s fine, Zuha. It's good to know you’re enjoying yourself as much as I am.” She smirked. Watching Kazuha's eyebrows raise before furrowing, seemingly sending herself into deep thought. 
Chaewon reached for the faucet and turned the water that had gone a bit too chilly for her liking off. Proceeding to take a step closer to the younger girl, so horribly close to one another. Chaewon knows that Kazuha can feel every breath exhaling from her onto her skin. 
Chaewon looked up at Kazuha as she trailed her hand down Kazuha's toned abs before her hand met what it wanted most. She took ahold of the Japanese girl's shaft, giving it a few languid strokes, feeling Kazuhas breath hitch in her throat. She drew her hand from the base of her shaft to the tip, dragging her thumb over the slit. Kazuha shuddered at the actions but didn’t ask for Chaewon to stop. Making Chaewon continue her actions, she rubbed her thumb rougher against the sensitive tip. Chaewon could feel her own sense of need between her legs start to grow; she wanted Kazuha, and she wanted her now. 
She wouldn’t admit that to her, though, well, at least not yet. 
“Just ask, Zuha, it's not that hard,” Chaewon tutted. Before she abruptly stopped her movements on the younger cock, eliciting in Kazuha to let out a groan of frustration. Chaewon stared up at her, waiting for her to say something. 
“Pl-please c-can I cum, unnie. F-feel so g-good.” Kazuha looked down in shame, a blush of red going up her cheeks. How Kazuha was only feeling a bit ashamed now, after all they did today, was a bit uncanny. But Chaewon shrugged it off. 
Chaewon smiled. 
“Just what I wanted to hear. Of course, you can cum” She watched Kazuha's demeanor immediately change. She couldn’t quite decipher the change. But, it was evident Chaewon had gotten her complete attention. 
“You just have to make me cum first,” Chaewon smirked. 
Before she knew it, Kazuha had taken a few steps closer till her back was met with the cold wall of the shower. Somehow, despite how slick their bodies were due to the water still coating their skin, Kazuha was able to slink her legs underneath her thigh and lift her up. Her time in the gym very clearly paying off at this moment. Seeing as she showed no signs of faltering under Chaewon's weight. 
Saying Chaewon was turned on would be an understatement, the stickiness between her legs only growing even more now that Kazuha had her arms under her thighs, her back pressed up against the wall. The younger girl spread her legs further apart, her eyes dark like she wanted to devour her then and there. Which, Chaewon definitely wouldn’t be opposed to, but quite frankly, she wanted to feel Kazuhas cock inside her even more.
“G-god, Z-zuha, pl-please fuck me already” Chaewon wiggled her hips, only to be stopped by Kazuhas nails digging into her thighs. 
“Getting impatient, unnie,” Kazuha remarked. 
“You made me hold for hours today; why can’t you wait a little bit, unnie?” 
“J-just need inside,” Chaewon whined. She wriggled against the younger girl. 
“Yeah?” Kazuha smiled as she started to edge her blunt tip closer to Chaewon's hot core.
“Starting to sound like slut” 
“Wh-what’d you say?” Chaewon sputtered in disbelief. Her movements simultaneously came to a complete halt.
“Y-you don’t like it? Th-that's okay, i-its just came out,” Kazuha started stuttering, her grip on Chaewon's thighs starting to loosen. Thinking that she might have stopped their little moment. 
“N-no, it’s fine. Just wasn’t expecting you to say something dirty like that.” Chaewon felt a blush of red starting to coat her cheeks. 
“Yeah?” Kazuha's tone was low; her grip on Chaewon's thighs was back and feeling more rough than before. 
“Ye-yeah, pl-please, Zuha.” Chaewon whimpered. She could feel the slick leaking from her pussy. Kazuhas tight grip on her, with her cock so close to her core, she needed the younger girl inside, and she needed it now. She started grinding her hips down again, making an attempt to aim Kazuhas cock where she desperately needed it most.
“Unnies, such a slut” Kazuha tutted. She rubbed the tip of her cock against Chaewons pussy lips, only making her hips squirm in anticipation.
“Want me inside that much?” 
“Ye-yes, pl-please Zuha, i- i ne-” 
Chaewon's pleas were cut off as Kazuhe teased her tip into her. Making her let out a yelp. Chaewon hadn’t ever seen the younger girl's eyes as dark as they were right now, and to be honest, she liked this side of her.
Kazuha didn’t give Chaewon more than a few seconds to get used to the tip, stretching her out before she sheathed herself into the hot cunt of the older girl. In the midst of the mix of pain and pleasure intruding on her pussy, Chaewons hands had found their way onto Kazuhas back.  With every movement, every inch that was stretching her out, her nails dug into the younger girl's back, no doubt leaving harsh marks to deal with later. 
“You’re so tight around me, unnie” Kazuha looked up at Chaewon, smiling with that stupid grin on her face still. God, if she didn’t feel like she was about to explode if she didn’t cum soon, she would have brought her hand up and slapped that dumb smile off her stupid face. 
“Pl-please, Zuha, move,” Chaewon whined. 
And that she did, Kazuha pulled her cock out and left just the tip inside before plunging her length right back into Chaewons hot cavern. Thrusting up into the older girl, who was letting out a guttural moan every time she bottomed out inside her. Kazuha started a slow yet rough, harsh pace, enjoying every moan that fell from Chaewon’s lips. 
The sounds of Chaewon's moans only grow needier and needier due to the slow pace. She began to make a futile attempt at grinding herself against the thick length. 
“So, needy unnie. Such a cute slut grinding while grinding on me.” Chaewon can practically feel the smirk in Kazuha's voice. 
“Pl-please, Zuha g-gonna cum” Chaewon whimpered. 
Deciding to have some mercy on the older girl, her thrusts started to quicken. The new pace had its desired effect on Chaewon, as she had gotten impossibly wetter and tighter, with her pussy starting to choke Kazuhas length. 
Staying true to her word in making Chaewon cum first, Kazuha changed their position,  keeping them connected together, Kazuha let go of Chaewon gently. Much to the dismay of the older, till she felt her hands meeting the glass door of the shower.
“Hold on,” Kazuha rasped into Chaewon’s ear. 
Before she could process what was happening, she felt Kazuha thrust into her harshly. Forcing her to be pressed up against the glass door of the shower, her cheek pressing into the hard glass, she let out a loud whimper. She could hear Kazuha’s deep groans in her ear, with her hot breath tickling the shell of her ear with every thrust of her hips.  
Kazuha’s thrusts began meeting the same rough pace as before, but the new angle made her feel even deeper inside of her. Along with the younger girl's balls hitting her clit, with every harsh thrust making her shudder. She was so close. The loud sound of their wet skin hitting against each other filled the enclosed space. Their moans bouncing off the walls at the same time were like music to her ears, making her feel insane. 
And Kazuha knew it too. She could feel Chaewons cunt tightening around her. So, she changed her pace, her thrusts getting more harsh and intense. As her hands met Chaewons ass, she dug her nails into the soft flesh. 
They could both hear the wobbling of the shower door off its tracks with every thrust of the younger, but she just wasn’t letting up. Kazuha spread Chaewon's legs farther apart, trailing one of her hands over the older girl's stomach, down to her clit, just barely touching the sensitive bud. But it was enough to make Chaewon shriek.
‘F-fuck!, Zuha. I’m close, s-so close, Chaewon whined. 
The hot walls of Chaewons cunt, squeezing Kazuha's dick only urging her to thrust impossibly faster. Strings of moaning fell from Chaewon's lips as she approached her orgasm. 
“Who knew you were such a slut. My slut. So disgusting, I know how much you liked getting covered in my piss. But to the point of drinking it? God, if only people knew how much of a whore you are,” Kazuha berated the older girl. 
The words from Kazuha's mouth only pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm. As if it was on cue, she felt Kazuha’s finger back on her clit, rubbing the sensitive nerves in fast circles while keeping up her harsh pace. 
“O-oh fuck, Zuha!” Chaewon moaned, and her orgasm hit her like a ton of brick. She felt her arms going limp, and before she knew it, her entire body began to feel like jelly. The only sensation she was able to feel was Kazuha's cock still pumping in and out of her, the younger girl now in need of her own orgasm. 
The harsh pace continued for a few more moments until Kazuha's thrusts started to dwindle in consistency but not in roughness. The loud slapping of skin together echoed as loud as ever off the shower walls. 
Moving her hands back down to Chaewons ass, her tight grip back on the soft flesh. Chaewon's body felt limp against her own, and it was easy to move Chaewon's hips like she was her own sex toy, except better. She could still hear the soft mewls Chaewon was letting out. 
Fucking into her, moving the tight heat against her own length as she pleased. Until, Kazuha came with a loud groan, She somehow managed to pull out of Chaewon fast enough to release her seemingly never-ending amount of cum onto the tile floor below them.
Kazuha's body was slumped over Chaewons, trying to catch her breath while still having enough strength to keep the older girl from crumbling to the ground, in her own post-orgasm limp daze.
Breaking the comfortable silence between them, Chaewon cleared her throat. 
“Um, you’re kinda heavy, can you-”
“Oh, yeah- yeah, sorry.” Kazuha immediately let go of Chaewon, taking a few steps back. 
They both stood frozen in their respective spots for a few moments. Each takes in the scene around them. Their skin was wet, not just from the water of the shower, but with a light sheen of sweat coating them. Their cheeks flushed and red. They could both feel the scratch marks that lingered on their respective bodies. Chaewon's lower back and ass with the nail imprints of the younger girl that had broken skin. Leaving red marks to remind her of who left them there for the days to come. And Kazuha felt the tingling of scratches that littered her back. Still practically able to feel the way Chaewon had been clawing at her back. 
Chaewon is the leader in most situations, and evidently, she supposes this one too. Decided to speak again.
“We should talk about this, right?” She looked at the younger girl.
“Uh, yeah. I guess,” Kazuha said awkwardly.
“We don’t have to talk about it right now.” She gestured towards both of their current states.
“But, just know I really enjoyed it,” Chaewon smiled. That stupid grin plastered on Kazuhas face once again. 
“Me too” Kazuha beamed. 
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It was a couple of hours later now, and the pair had finally taken a normal shower. Well, normal for them had it taken a bit longer because they just couldn’t help their lingering eyes and lingering touches, maybe. In spite of that, they somehow managed to keep themselves sane and finished their shower. Each of them changed into their pajamas and did their other nightly routines, getting ready to go to sleep.
They both lay on the bed in comfortable silence. Haven’t really needed to say anything to one another since stepping out of the shower. 
Chaewon was lying on her side, scrolling through her phone, looking at nothing in particular. She looked at the time, God, was it really already 3 a.m.? How long were they in that damn shower? She was so thankful they were in a hotel and not at their own dorm. Where she’d know damn well, she’d get the questioning of her lifetime from their agency questioning why their water bill was up 20% this month. 
As she lay there, she began to think. What did this entire thing mean to her? What did it mean for Kazuha? Sure, it felt good, really good, actually. Disregarding that, was there something more to their relationship than just lust, she isn’t sure. She’d never thought of the younger girl in that way before. It was Kazuha, for crying out loud. Her bandmate, with that stupid smug smile, who followed her around like a lost puppy. Always making her laugh at her stupid jokes and even dumber actions. 
But, as she thinks deeper about it, being together just started to make sense. Over the past few months, Kazuha showed her a new part of herself (whether she intended to or not is up for debate), one that she would probably never discovered if her stupid ass didn’t barge in on her pissing that one fateful morning how that one encounter spiraled into the mess of whatever their current situation they're in, was unprecedented. 
It wasn’t ever talked out or mentioned, but she felt all of Kazuha's long-drawn looks, and she’d definitely had her fair share of lingering stares at the younger girl. Whenever they shared a hotel room together, when Kazuha thought she was asleep, she’d wrap her arms around her, with them waking up the next morning in the same position. Always mocked it up to Kazuha, claiming it was an accident. All of her actions, though they, made her feel safe. Knowing that Kazuha was the only one who had made her feel this way.
“Fuck”
“What?”
“I think I like you”.
Chaewon eyes widened, realizing the words falling from her mouth before she could stop herself.
“What do you mean? I like you too,” she could hear the confusion in the younger girl's voice. 
“Th-that not what I mean, forget about it.” Chaewon tucked herself deeper into the soft fabric of the blanket. In the process, she inches farther away from Kazuha. She was still punching herself, wondering how the fuck she let herself slip like that. 
“You like me. What's wrong with that? I think you’re pretty cool, too,” Kazuhas laughed.
“No, not like that Zuha”
“Well what do you mean, unnie? I want to know?” Kazuha, being the excited puppy she was, just closed the gap between their two bodies. Her arms around Chaewon, holding her close. Resting her chin atop of her head. 
They’d been in this same position a hundred times over. Except for this time, it felt different. There was a sense of tension filling the air. 
“I like you a lot. I think more than a friend”
Chaewon held her breath, anticipating the impending response from the younger girl. 
“Oh,” Kazuha's eyes widened in shock.
“When you’re around, I always feel safe. I love going to bed next to you and waking up to you still beside me. Your skin always feels so warm against mine, I just want to be near you all the time.  I don’t know.” Chaewon let out a huff, followed by a sigh. 
‘R-really?” Kazuha's eyes widened in disbelief. Feeling Chaewon nods slowly. 
“I-I think I like you too” 
“Ah, Zuha, you don’t have to say that if you don’t really mean it.” Chaewon looked down, seeing Kazuha's arms still clinging to her waist. Her heart wrenched.
“N-no, unnie, I really mean it. I-I’m not sure how to put it into words”
Chaewon perked up, hearing those words come out of Kazuha's mouth. It wasn’t exactly what she was hoping to hear. However, it was much better than she could’ve anticipated.
“We don’t have to figure it all out right now, Zuha. This is comfortable for us now, right?” She took her hands, settling them on Kazuha's own, rubbing the soft skin of her hands in slow circles with her thumbs. 
“Y-yeah, I like this. This is comfortable.” Kazuha closed her arms tighter around Chaewon, keeping her close. Both of them lay in contentment, Kazuha's chin resting atop Chaewon's shoulder, dozing in and out of sleep. 
Till Chaewon broke the silence. 
“By the way, next time, I want you to cum inside me” 
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somanyratsinthewalls · 6 months
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Kinktober Special Part 4
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Mo’s Kinktober Special 
The Crew’s Whore (Part 4) (+18)
Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your power fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.
Pairing: Usopp x afab!reader
WC: 3200 ehehehe
TW's: Alcohol consumption, cowgirl, face sitting, oral sex m receiving, blowjob, a little exhibitionism, virginity loss, virgin usopp :( , oral sex f receiving, pet names, begging, submissive usopp :(
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4: The Liar
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Earlier in the Day…
Zoro, Sanji and Usopp sat side by side on the railing of the deck watching their fishing poles in the water. The stores of meat were getting a little on the low side, and the whole crew knew what a nightmare their captain would be if there was a shortage of food, so it was all hands on deck for fishing duty. 
“So I had y/n in the bathroom the other day, it was insane.” Zoro starts after several long minutes of silence and no bites on the hooks.
“Yeah, I KNOW.” Usopp snaps back at the mention of what he walked in on a few days ago. 
“Haha oh yeah, I forgot about that.” Zoro chuckled and leaned back on his arm. “Sorry I’m not sorry, you were bound to see it some time. I don’t know why you don’t just have her for yourself for once, you’d understand it then. Oh wait, you’re too chicken shit.” 
“Chicken shit? Oh sorry I RESPECT women, and whatever configuration you had her in was NOT respectful.” Usopp shot back at the swordsman. 
“Oh yeah? Then why was she cummin’ all over the floor? Seemed pretty respectful to me.” Zoro smirked.
“He has a point, moss head. You obviously have no idea how to truly, romantically, pleasure a woman.” Sanji didn’t even turn his head to insult Zoro. 
“At least I’m not in there whimpering and begging! You think you’re quiet? It’s gross, shitcook, be a real man.”
Sanji stood up, abandoning his fishing pole, his right ankle beginning to flame. 
“Oh you want to fucking go, asshole?”
Zoro stands up to unsheathe a single sword. 
“Anytime, curly fuckface.”
“You guys really suck, man, I hope y’all know that.” Usopp sighed and grabbed his fishing pole to move it to the opposite side of the ship. He plants his pole against the railing as he lets Sanji and Zoro’s yelling fade into the background.
“HEY BROS? I SPECIFICALLY SAID NO DIABLÉ ON THE SHIP! CUT IT OUT!” Franky’s booming voice came from the top deck as he interrupted the idiots’ argument. 
Usopp thought about what Zoro said… he wasn’t chicken shit…
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That Same Day, Much Later
This evening aboard the Thousand Sunny, the weather was warm and quite breezy. As per usual there was a large spread for dinner that Sanji had expertly prepared, and the alcohol was certainly flowing. You sat in between Luffy and Usopp, your ear drums basically exploded from the decibel of their laughing and story telling. 
“-And if I wasn’t there, that old lady AND her cat would have DIED!” Usopp was regaling the crew with some ridiculous story about a walnut tree that had been set on fire back in Syrup Village. Was it true? Absolutely not. Was he adorable? Of course. 
Luffy was laughing his ass off, believing every word. 
“Wow Usopp! You’re a real hero! I bet Mr. Snuggles owes you his life!” Luffy said between bouts of laughter. 
You giggled before you leaned in and poked the tip of Usopp’s nose, teasingly.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” You chuckled at him. 
“I.. uh…” Usopp stuttered out before quieting down, his cheeks flushed a dark red. Luffy, oblivious, picked the conversation up again, telling a story about a cat he accidentally tried to eat during his childhood with the bandits. 
After everyone had their fill of food and drink, the crew each returned to their own respective tasks and business. You hung in the galley for awhile, drinking another glass of wine and drying dishes for Sanji. He was always such a good boy for you, why not help him out?
One finishing your task, you gave Sanji a peck on the cheek, to which he fussed and fawned over you briefly, and you grabbed another glass of wine before heading down the stairs towards your room. With airy steps and chardonnay in your hand, you treaded down the hall towards the bedrooms. Before you turned the corner you heard something. A beautiful melody was being played somewhere nearby and it caught your ear. You decided to follow the enchanting sound to the door of the lounge and you pushed it open. 
Inside, Brook was playing a gorgeous tune on the piano alone. You smiled seeing him so happy and in his element. You sauntered over to the piano bench and sat down next to the large skeletal man. He notices you next to him and slows his playing to a softer volume. 
“Oh beautiful y/n! How nice of you to join me! Any requests?” 
“No, this is great. What you’re playing is lovely, please continue.” You sip your wine and close your eyes, enjoying the soft notes from the piano keys. Brook finishes his song and you clap your other hand to the wine glass gently to mimic applause. 
“Bravo, Bone Daddy.” You smile. You continue, “You know… I am sorry that you can’t… you know…” 
“Oh, don’t worry sweet y/n. It’s quite alright, it’s the thought that counts, right? Yohoohoho!”
“Hmm… I guess you’re right… Here.” You stand up from the piano bench and slide out. You hike your thumbs underneath your short, black pleated skirt. You grab the edge of your pink lace panties and pull them down to your ankles and step out of them. You grab your panties and fold them up nicely. You grab one of Brook’s skeletal hands and place the panties in them and close it up. “Keep em. My treat.”  You wink and you turn to walk out of the lounge. As you leave you hear unintelligible thanks spill from Brook’s bony mouth, saying he would cherish them as long as he lived (too bad he was already dead). 
You chuckled to yourself as you closed the door to the lounge behind you. You realize your glass was once again empty, so you returned to the galley to fill it. You poured another full glass of wine before heading out to the deck again. It was quiet, but you notice Usopp sitting on the deck fiddling with his slingshot and some sort of supplies from his bag. 
“Well hey there,” You holler at him from across the deck and begin to saunter towards him. 
“Oh, hey y/n. What are you doing out here?” Usopp doesn’t look up from his project. 
“Just hanging out. Though I’d enjoy this nice weather.” You walk towards the railing of the ship and lean forward on it. 
“Yeah it is nice out, hey if you go back in for another drink could you grab me a-“ Usopp looks up towards you facing outwards towards the sea. You were leaned over the railing and the wind was blowing your skirt up over your ass. Having taken off your panties, your bare cunt and cheeks were on full display for him. 
Usopp instinctively jumped up and moved his body behind yours to cover you. Although there was no one else on the deck, he thought to immediately shelter your most intimate bits from any prying eyes.  You felt him behind you and shot up. 
“Usopp…” You ask as you turn yourself around to face him, chests almost touching. 
“Y/n! What the hell are you doing? You…” He whispers and looks around, “you don’t have any panties on!” He very quietly but very harshly breaths out at you. 
You giggle. 
“Oh, that? Yeah. Does it bother you, Usopp? You don’t like seeing my pussy on the deck like this?” You tease him as you step closer to him, bringing your breasts to press against his torso. 
“No I mean I never said- I mean no! Wait yes I mean yes! Hold on, no, no I don’t dislike it I just-…” His brain was fried as if he just stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He could feel your nipples through your tight crop top. 
“Ohhh… so you DO like it?” You purr at him.
“YES obviously, yes it’s great I mean-“ He stutters as you wrap your hands around his neck. You pull him closer to you and you gently press your lips against his to shut up him. He freezes. It took at least a full 30 seconds for him to start kissing you back. Usopp finally gathers the courage to place his hands on your waist as you kiss him deeply. You pull back, holding the side of his face with one hand, looking into his nervous eyes. 
“Would you like to take me back to your room, Usopp?” You seductively ask. He blinks blankly at you. He wasn't chicken shit. He grabs your hand and pulls you quickly through the ship to his room. 
Closing the door behind you, you wrap your arms around him again, consuming him in another heavy make out session. You could feel his hands on your body shaking. 
“Nervous, sweetheart?” You pull back and coo at him. 
“Ha, nervous? Nah, no never. I do this all the time! You know I used to have a girlfriend back in Syrup Village, she was basically a princess and she and I-“ You press your finger to his lips. 
“We both know that’s bullshit.” You smirk at him. You trace your finger along his lips. “You’ve never touched a woman in your life. Never felt the hot, wet mouth of a woman on your cock. You’ve never tasted the sweet release of a pretty girl on your tongue. You’ve never felt the tight squeeze of a cunt while you’re deep inside of it.” 
Usopp whimpers at your filthy words. You snake your left hand in between your bodies to palm him over his overalls. 
“Shit- okay fine. You got me. I have no idea what I’m doing. I want to make you feel good but I.. I don’t know how…” 
“Then let me show you…” You push his body back towards the bed making him flop onto it. You slunk in between his knees  and removed his clothes. You slipped out of your shirt over your head and your skirts down your legs, not needing to remove your panties since you had already gifted them to your Bone Daddy earlier. His cock was so painfully hard already, it bobbed angrily in front of your face as you pulled down his coveralls. 
“Are you gonna… what are you gonna do?” Usopp asks you anxiously. “well… nothing you don’t want, okay sweetheart? I was going to take you in my mouth… if that’s alright my sweet boy?” You settle yourself between his thighs and start to stroke his cock slowly. 
“Yes… I-I want to be in your mouth please…” He stares intently down at you, hypnotized by your beauty and eagerness. 
“Hmm…” You hum as you slowly lave your tongue over the hot mushroom tip of his cock. 
“Holy shit y/n-!” 
You felt your cunt grow wet at the desperate sounds of pleasure that came from his mouth. You wanted to ruin him so bad. A loud whine escaped Usopp’s mouth as you took his full length down your throat. You brought your right hand up to cup his tight, heavy balls in your palm. 
Usopp’s thighs and abs tense as you continue to work him in your mouth and your hands. Nothing but moans and heavy breaths left his lips. He had never felt anything like this before, cursing himself for being too… well chicken shit, to ask for your services before now. 
“Y/n wait stop I’m going to-“
You used your left hand to grab his hip and press his body further into you as you took his cock in your mouth so far that your nose met him pelvis. Usopp whined as he released his heavy load down your throat. After several more ropes shot into your mouth, you pulled off Usopp’s dick as he flopped down back on the bed. 
“Woah… I kinda get what Sanji’s been talking about now…” Usopp uttered as he stared at the ceiling. You chuckled as you snaked your body up his chest to give him a peck on the nose. 
“What can I say? I’m a professional.” You cupped his face in your hand and winked at him. His expression changed. 
“Wait… What about you?” Usopp looked up at you with concerned eyes. “Oh sweetie don’t you worry about that!.” You stroked his cheek. 
“No… I said I wanted to make you feel good… can you… can you help me? Show me?” He desperately grabbed at your hips, grinding you down onto his cock that was already starting to harden again. 
“Hm… If you insist…” You smiled devilishly and sat up on your knees and moved to hover over Usopp’s face, leaving your sopping cunt mere inches above his drooling lips. His eyes bugged wide out of his head, the sight of your gorgeous bare pussy so close to his face was too much for him to handle. 
“Do you want to taste it, Usopp?” You teased at him, being barely out of his reach, not sitting down fully just yet. 
“Mmm Yes! Yes just sit! Mmm please just sit down I’ll do whatever you  want, just use me, please!” His speech was almost slurred due to him trying to reach his tongue out of his mouth to taste you already. You gave into his pleas and fully lowered your body onto his face. A breathy sigh of pleasure escaped your lips as his tongue prodded your weeping hole. 
“Mmmprhh so-mrrph good!” Usopp whined out against your sex. He bucked his hips up shamelessly, already fully erect again. You leaned forward to grind your clit against the base of his nose while his tongue fucked your hole. You threw your head back in pleasure and moaned loudly. 
“Ohhh, sweetie that’s so good! You’re so perfect for letting me use your pretty face like this. Such a good boy for eating me so well!” You praised him as you continued to ride his face, bringing yourself to orgasm. 
“I’m going to cum on your face now, Usopp. You’re going to lay there and take it, right sweetheart?”
“Mhmm! Mhmm” He nodded his head as you finally pushed over the edge. Your slick juices sprayed his face and neck as you cried out. Usopp moaned underneath you as his tongue darted out of your hole to lap up any remaining release from your folds. 
You collected yourself and slid your body back down his chest, your pussy dragged a wet trail down his torso as you moved. You hovered over his weeping cock, leaking a puddle of precum onto his toned abdomen. 
“Would you like to fuck me now, Usopp?” You looked him square in the eye. He was so drunk on your body and pleasure. 
“Yes! Yes, Please, I’d like to fuck you now! Please let me inside of you!” Once again he was begging beneath you. You could definitely get used to his. “Ok sweetheart, you can fuck me now. You’ve done so good.” You coo at him as you line his cock up with your soaked entrance and slide down. He wasn’t as long as Sanji or Zoro, but it was thick and hit your spot just right as you took him to the base inside yourself. 
“Fuck-!” Usopp cries out as his hands fly to your hips to ground himself, so lost in the pleasure of your tight cunt. 
“Sweetie you fill me up so nice, doing such a good job-“ You moaned out dreamily as you began to grind yourself back and forth on Usopp’s cock. 
“Fuck y/n… I can’t… I just gotta…” 
All of a sudden Usopp plants his feet and slams his hips up into yours making you almost jolt off his dick in the process. He hit you so deep. 
“Usopp!” You cry out in both surprise and pleasure. You shudder forward and lose your balance, hands landing on his firm chest to hold yourself up. Usopp continues to piston his length inside of you at an animalistic pace as you felt that familiar tightness in your belly begin to form again. 
“Shit, Usopp I- I think I’m gonna- AH!” He was bouncing you so forcefully on his cock, the soft, shy Usopp you knew was long gone as soon as he sunk balls deep into your filthy cunt. Your body was being tossed in the air with every thrust, your full breasts bouncing lewdly in his face.  “Gotta feel you cum again… Fucking do it… Cum on me again…” Usopp growled out at you as he took your right nipple in his teeth. You cried out in pain and pleasure as his grip tightened on your hips, holding you so hard you knew you’d be left with black and blue marks where his fingers were now. You screamed out his name as you let your orgasm wash over your body and you released all over his lower half. 
“Y/n, fuck, where should I-?” Usopp gasps out. 
“Inside… Need… inside…” You choke out between gasps, your body still recovering from your orgasm.
Usopp groaned loudly as he pulled your hips down so far into his that you felt his cock kiss your cervix harshly. You whined as he shuddered and came deep inside of your still spasming pussy. 
His body went limp. You leaned forward while he was still seated within you to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. You tried to as gently as possible remove yourself from his overly sensitive cock. He still groaned as you pulled yourself off of him, feeling his cum drip out of you onto his hip bone in the process. You laid down next to him and wrapped him in your arms. You pulled his down comforter over both of your naked bodies. You scratched his scalp as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around your lower back. 
“SooOOOooo… What’dya think?” You giggled as you asked him how his first time was, already knowing the answer. 
“Y/n it was-“
“GLAD YOU FINALLY GET IT, LOSER!” You both heard Zoro’s drunk, booming voice from outside Usopp’s bedroom door. 
“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!” Usopp shouted, briefly rising from his resting place in the crook of your neck. 
You both laughed. You pecked him on the lips. “Goodnight, Usopp.”
“Goodnight, y/n.” 
You both quickly fell asleep in each others arms. 
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jujutsukatsuki · 1 year
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Tw: toxic situationships, spitting, blowjobs, Bakugou being mean lol
This is dedicated to @ssplague, a wonderful mutual who i adore seeing in my notifications. <3
The phone was pressed to his ear, as he yelled into the umpteenth voicemail he left you.
“Answer the damn phone!” He yelled and paced around his living room
“I don’t pay for it just for you to send me voicemail, so pick up your damn phone!”
He hung up and tried again, it rang once and a half before he was sent to voicemail.
“God Y/n, I can’t fucking stand you, you know that? I fucking hate knowing you. I fucking hate that your shit is in my fucking house. I fucking hate that I love your stupid ass. You’re so just- god!” He scoffed
“It’s like, it’s like I need you like you’re some kind of fucking drug! Is that what you wanna hear? How bad I need you? Pick up the fucking phone!”
You giggled as you watched the voicemails stack up and the text messages make your phone buzz uncontrollably. You and him weren’t even officially dating, just fucking. But this, this was so fun after you two had gotten in a fight.
The voicemails and texts seem to stop. Until an hour later, he sent you a video of some girl with her face scribbled out, blowing him. Your blood was boiling.
You stormed to his house, using the key to let yourself in. You practically kicked his bedroom door open, greeted with him sitting on his bed with a snarky smirk. Not a girl insight.
“You fucking bastard! Where the fuck is your girl? Huh?”
“That was you dumb ass!” He stands from the bed and towers over you.
You stare at him, dumbfounded. Before you can think you slap him. His ear rings as he is now looking at the door to the bathroom, you watch the hand print form on his cheek, your palm stings as you stare at him. He looks back at you, it’s not anger or fear in his eyes. Lust. He’s getting off on this just as much as you are. The grip he has on your upper arms hurts, his nails digging into the flesh. You don’t have enough time to think about it as your back hits the wall behind you, it nearly knocks the wind out of you.
“You’re nothing but a dirty slut, you know that? Nothing but a dumb little cock sucking whore.” He hisses and forces you to your knees, he fists your hair tightly, nails now digging into your scalp. The pain feels good as you look up at him, with big doe eyes. Red eyes peer down at you, his cock is painfully hard beneath the grey sweats you loved so much on him.
“Be a good girl for once in your life and suck.” He hisses from behind clenched teeth. Bakugou shoves his sweats down, cock springing out. The tip is red and leaking precum. “I fucking hate you.” You glare at him before you spit on the length of his cock, you wrap your hand around the base and squeeze a little harder than you normally would. He grunts before he smacks your face a little harder than he normally would with his free hand.
“Did I fucking say to talk? No. I fucking didn’t.” He forces your mouth opens before shoving his cock down your throat. Your nose is buried in the little blonde hair of his happy trail, eyes filling with tears as you gag. You let your teeth lightly graze against the skin, earning another hiss and a harsh tugging on your hair.
“God look at you, gonna cry? Hah? Gonna cry like a little slut cause my cock is too big in your throat? God you’re so fucking dumb. You forget that I could careless princess. You’re mine to use however I want. Don’t you ever think you’ll get rid of me. You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
He’s facefucking you now, controlling how fast his cock is pushing down your throat. Spit is spilling down your chin and soaking your shirt. Tears staining your cheeks. You can feel the heat between your legs as he keeps mumbling how you’re his forever. The possessiveness is such a turn on.
Right before he’s about to cum, he pulls out. You let out a involuntary whine, Suki holds his hand in front of your face.
“Spit.”
You look at him as you do so, his cock jumps was he watches your brattiness breaks away, forcing you into being his submissive slut once more.
“Good girl.” He coos gently before he rubs the spit over your face, smearing the make up you wore. He yanks you to your feet before he shoves you onto the bed.
“You think its a good idea to piss me off, huh? To walk out of here like you did and not answer your phone? You think I want…” He stops talking as he stares at you, eyes staring at him waiting for his next move, spit and tears covering your face. He lets out a gentle sigh as he hangs his head, forehead touching your shoulder.
“I love you.” He says as he pulls his sweats back up. He grabs a tissue from the nightstand and wipes your face up.
“I love you and I hate it, I hate how you make me feel and how you make me feel better when your nails scratch my back after I had a bad day, I hate how you call me Suki in public and how you giggle at the stupidest things. I love you and i fucking hate you for it.”
You couldn’t help but start laughing, he looks at you like you’ve gone mad. “What?” He huffs as he stands over you, arms crossed.
“I love you too stupid. God do you really think I would have kicked your bedroom door in when I thought some other girl was sucking your dick? No. Do you think I’d be in your bed every night and morning? No. I love you.” You sit up and look at him.
“So.. what do we do now?” He asks as he sits on the bed next to you.
“You’re gonna ask me to be your girlfriend, I’m going to go home, get some clothes, my toothbrush and phone charger, and I’m going to stay the night. We’ll wake up in the morning, you’ll go to work. Ill kiss you goodbye, and then Ill go to work and we’ll repeat.” You smile and crawl into his lap.
“Okay.” He swallows, his hands cradling your hips. “Just.. promise me something.” He looks up at you, his hand comes up to brush a stray hair behind your ear.
“Anything for you Suki.”
“That you’re gonna be my pretty little slut.” His smirk is one full of devilish intent.
“Always.” You hum before you kiss him.
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httpslexii · 8 months
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hiii! can you please write some hsfw hcs about sapnap? 💖
₊ ๑ ˗ˏˋ Sapnap nsfw hcs
Sapnap x fem!reader
tw: smut;)
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:*⋆·˚ ༘ *⋆.ೃ࿔*:: *✧・゚:*⋆·˚*⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
You can't tell me he's not a man who gives blowjobs, like he is obsessed with you once he starts he doesn't stop, overstimulating you pushing you to the limit
Sapnap is a thighs man DENY ME, he would be looking at them all day, playing with them when they both fuck, holding them to go faster or just to annoy you when he eats you out, and if you squirt??? Oh god get ready he won't stop before you give him others.
"Please Sap I'm gonna.." you gasped "Yes darling?" He sees you with those fucking eyes you turn back tour face when he continue fingering your cunt "Sap, sap please I'm gonna cum so good" you cry in the pillow after that you close your eyes the pleasure ran through your whole body shuddering and when you open your eyes again you see him smiling at you "that was crazy baby can you do it again?" he asked "what? Yes?" your confused voice made him laugh "I suppose you could"
Think of his beard scratching you while he mouths your pussy, stimulating you.
He LOVES literally loves when you ride his face, holding your thighs so you don't run away from him and overstimulating you
"Sap please" you cry "I can't" watching how he sees you from below. "You can and you will, babe" he said with his hoarsely voice going back to his action.
Its a missionary man, he likes the cowgirl and spooning, he is fine with trying different things but trying not to hurt yourself too much (like knife kink and others).
While he fucks you he likes to take you in his hands and give you long kisses, also he likes to hold your hand above your head his other hand is in your hips and sometimes on your abdomen squeezing it when he sees his bulge inside you.
"C’mon babe i know you can give me one more…" He said with his hands on your hips fucking you deep "Sap- oh fuck sooo good..." His speed was almost bestial, your tits bounced and tears of pleasure felling down your cheeks for being overstimulated "so good for me princess, just let it go out, cum with me i know you can honey" He saidwhile filling you with his warm cum.
He LOVES your tits, holding them squeezing them and licking them also he sometimes take a nap too in them.
He likes see you when he's fucking you, he likes to leave hickeys on your neck, he likes receive them too. You have make up him so they don't appear on their streams (sometimes he forget because he dont care them so the chat its crazy).
Fuck in the bathroom or his bedroom covering your mouth because Dream and George are in the house.
I could say that he likes to fuck on the couch when George and Dream go somewhere outside the house, and if they come back he just pulls your skirt down and continues fucking you.
"Sap they are back" you gasped "I don't care sweetheart, come on you can do it without moaning"
If you sleep over at his house and go get a glass of water, he will follow you and hug you from behind scaring you, then he will start a make-out session that will end with you on the counter while he eats you outside and then fucks you covering your mouth.
"Stop moaning love, we don't want George and Dream to find out, right?" He said covering your mouth, fucking you faster and harder "where do you want it?" He asked coming down to kiss your body "Shit, in-inside pleasee, fucking me so good" you said grabbing the sheets in your fist "you're so tight cutie, I'm going to cum in this nice tight fucking pussy"
He has a lottt of kinks
Teasing, overstimulation, orgasm control/denial, size, hair pulling, switch probably, sweet and dirty talk, fuck in the mirror, breeding...
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And that's all for now(? I hope you like it:)
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yanderestarangel · 6 months
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bye i loveee your work so much💗
can you write head canons trio lin kuei reaction to you changing in front of them and they secretly have a crush on you? thank you. 💕
HEADKANONS MK1 | TRIO LIN KUEI | "CHANGING IN FRONT OF THEM - THEY SECRETLY LIKE YOU." + BONUS CHARACTER EDITION.
A/N: Thank you for admiring my work anon, I hope you like it <3
TW: AFAB READER, NO PRONOUNS USED OTHER THAN "YOU", SMUT, NSFW, LITTLE ANGST, V!SEX, BLOWJOB, FINGERING.
➥ BI HAN
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He has liked you since you joined the clan as a ninja recruit, but he never had the courage to tell you for several reasons and the main one being because he was grand master, he thought he was "superior" to someone of a higher rank minor position like you. However, nothing stopped him from approaching you as an "older advisor" and friend - he would even let you play with his hair sometimes or go with you on Friday nights to watch cliché movies and eat junk food, with both of you staying up until at 4 o'clock in the morning, Bi Han's dark circles became more exposed but he would never say no to you -
So on one of those nights you decided to change in front of him, you didn't even notice and were already taking off your clothes, Bi Han soon felt heat in his body and his heart raced, he was blushing heavily as he tried to control himself, looking at everything he didn't like.
It was you - especially on the floor - but he couldn't resist admiring your body, every curve, the soft and tempting skin that seemed delicious to taste. His erection was already pressing against his pants, making him grab a pillow to try to cover the bulge in the fabric, while he grunted softly. He opened his mouth trying to speak, but in the end he couldn't, just twitching as he felt his cock getting harder and harder. If you didn't notice, he wouldn't say anything, just asking for permission to go to the bathroom, focusing on everything except his own hard cock in his pants, but it was impossible.
You would ask through the door if everything was okay with him, and he would get angry with himself for not being able to answer. After a few minutes he would come out and try to act normally, but pride, fear and doubt wouldn't let him speak his feelings for you, maybe next time.
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➥TOMAS VRBADA
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The two of you met through Johnny Cage, Tomas went to one of the clubs he was invited to go to, you knew Johnny and stayed in the VIP area with the men, quickly making friends with the ninja, mainly because Tomas was too out of place.
After that meeting you started going out together, parties, shopping malls and he even took you to visit the Lin Kuei territory - He had really fallen in love with you the first time he saw you, you were so kind and warm to him, smiling and making him comfortable in each encounter, Tomas wanted to be more than just your friend, much more -
Then one day you invited him again to go to the mall, do some shopping. You always clung to his muscular arm, making him blush like a tomato. So the two of you go to a store, where you asked Vrbada for help to choose an outfit - he just didn't expect you to change in front of him -
Tomas was paralyzed for a few seconds, as he looked at your vulnerable body in front of him, he was bigger than you and stronger, he could easily carry you around or better yet, fucking you against that mirror. But Tomas stopped having those thoughts, embarrassed, he liked you but he was embarrassed to talk about it because he thought you would never like a simple ninja like him.
Tomas looked at you again, using maximum concentration not to say anything, but his smoke magic was getting out of control, he was blushing and his dick was bothering his pants, he felt the sticky wetness against his boxers, he he had cum in his pants - he soon gained courage as he approached you, whispering how beautiful you looked and how much he wanted to touch you.
"-(Y/N) I... I... I just want to touch you, feel your body against mine, your smell and I've liked you for so long... Please give me a chance to have you make you happy..." -Tomas whispered against your ear, while he met your gaze in the mirror - if you accepted you would end up sucking Tomas's dick inside the mall's dressing room.
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➥ KUAI LIANG
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He met you through Liu Kang, you helped with the defense of the earthly plane in strategies, you were always nice to him, making him smile in tense moments of the missions and even saving him in several of them. Kuai would sometimes give you small flowers , starting a friendship with you quickly, carrying you on his back often or using his ropes to hold you as a joke - a game that almost ended with you and Kuai kissing - Obviously he liked you, but he thought you were him I only saw you as a friend and mission companion, just a professional and platonic relationship. So, one day you had to disguise yourself to enter the enemy fortress, with you having to change your clothes in front of him.
Liang only realized later what was happening, as he saw your body exposed to him, especially how fragile you looked compared to him. He tried to push the thoughts to the back of his mind, but he couldn't, his dick was throbbing, his face was flushed with embarrassment and small sparks of fire were coming out of his fingertips, he could barely control his own abilities. He felt his mouth burning, it was so dry.
Kuai Liang wouldn't hold back while talking about his feelings, he would take a considerable distance to make you comfortable and not touch you without permission. If you accepted, the mission would be delayed, since Kuai Liang was too busy fucking you while you moaned with your pussy on his dick - he would also fulfill his dream of fucking you with you immobilized with his ropes -
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BONUS CHARACTER ➥ RAIDEN
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He met you through Madame Bo, you helped set up the restaurant and cleaned the tables after each customer left or entered. He always went there after work with Kung Lao, and was always sweet to you, an extreme gentleman, even kissing the palm of your hand - even if he was blushing, he had to, you were the nicest person and incredible that he met - So the farmer soon became your friend. From the beginning, Raiden always saw you as a future partner, he wanted to give you love and prove how well loved you could be by him, but he suppressed everything inside himself for a while.
You always saw Raiden's gaze meet yours, regardless of the time, place or day, he always smiled and greeted you, even on his worst days. You were so excited to see your friend each day that passed, Raiden always arrived at the restaurant looking for you, smiling when he saw you hug him while you took his order and he asked how your day was and if you were okay.
He was tired of pretending he didn't fucking fall in love to you.
So one day you and Raiden were talking in Madame Bo's empty restaurant, with him helping you organize some tables, but some iced tea fell on your clothes, Raiden noticed offering to clean the stain for you, which led you to Changing in front of him, the poor man couldn't stop blushing and smiling like a fool in love that he was, he admired every curve of your body, not even realizing that his erection was visible, but you noticed.
Raiden would stutter and try to cover the bulge in his pants, but he would soon give up saying that he always liked you and that you are everything to him. If you liked him that way too, the two of you would end up fucking in the restaurant bathroom, while Raiden fingered you, sticking his fingers in your pussy while you kissed him and moaned his name.
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©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023
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vampkennedy · 6 months
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Wildest Fantasies
Tw: perverted neighbour!leon kennedy x fem!reader, 18+, stalking, re4!leon kennedy,kinda dom reader,blowjob,throatfuck, little plot twist.
IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANY OF THESE THINGS OR YOU MAY FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE,PLEASE DON'T READ‼
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Returning from Spain,after saving the President's daughter, leon was finally able to relax at home. He got Hunnigan to arrange some weeks off for him,to at least enjoy some time alone.
What he didn't expect to see when he returned was you. His new,probably a bit younger neighbour decorating her yard. He couldn't help but trail his eyes down the hem of your dress when you bend over. He quickly averted his eyes when he realized you had noticed him staring.
He closed the door to his house and looked around a bit to even his breathing that he hadn't realised had been uneven while watching you. He looked through the peep hole to see you entering your house. He sighed and went up to his room to take a quick cold shower.
But oh...
He stood still looking outside his window that looked directly at yours. And oh were you pretty underneath the clothes. As much as he wanted to look away he couldn't. His gaze was stuck on your soft-looking breasts and trailed down to your plush tummy and thighs. Feeling himself getting hard,he couldn't resist and unbuckled his belt and pushing downs his pants and underwear. He started stroking his cock while watching you admiring yourself in your mirror.
God... he was nasty. Watching his neighbour,who he barely knew while stroking himself. Finally snapping himself back to reality he quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower and deal with his little problem.
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He's crazy,insane. He doesn't recognize himself anymore. He's been watching you since he came back. Following you. Stalking you. Grocery store? Leon was there. Nearby Bakery? He was there. The mall? He was there again. Your house? Yes.
Being an agent has its perks. Oh how easily he got into your house while you were gone. How easily he found your clothes. How he borrowed a pair of your panties. He couldn't resist,really. His desire for you has been driving him crazy.
He was doing a great job being a gentleman man to you. Seeing you struggling with your groceries? He was there to carry them in your house,while flexing his biceps cause he knew you were looking. Something isn't working in your house? He was there to fix it for you. Need help with your car? He was always there to help you.
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But at night...
There he was laying on his back on his bed with your panties on his face. Stroking his cock slowly up and down while smelling your scent. He knew it was gross, that he was being creepy and unethical. But he just couldn't stop.
He couldn't help but think it was your hands stroking him and smiling at him with that mischievous grin you always give him. He wanted you to suck the life out of him,to make him forget everything.
And it happened...
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It was Saturday morning and it was hot outside. Leon thought it was a good idea to fix his yard. He was shirtless with sweat running down his face, his chest glistening. He hadn't realise you were walking towards him. He was too busy watering his plants.
Touching his bicep made him turn around immediately. "Hey.." you said batting your lashes at him. "You need any help?" He asked,now fully facing you. "Here,you looked like you needed something cold and sweet." You said handing him a cold glass of some homemade lemonade. "Thank you." He smiled genuinely and finished the lemonade in one big gulp,showing how thirsty he was.
He went to continue his previous task but you stopped him again by grabbing his hand. "Wait I was wondering if you needed any help. I'm pretty good at yard work." He looked at you for a second and told you to follow him at his back yard. Its was pretty big and no one was really around at the moment.
He turned around to tell you what to do but let out a surprised gasp when you pushed him to the wall. "What-!." You shot him your famous mischievous grin and lowered yourself, quickly pulling his sweatpants down. Leon couldn't think straight anymore, there you are, on your knees, in front of him on his back yard.
All his wildest and darkest fantasies coming to life as he watched you take his cock out and stroke it slowly. He threw his head back moaning softly as you left kitten licks on his tip. He took hold of your hair and pushed your head all the way down,his cock touching the back of your throat.
His whimpering boosted your confidence and made you suck him harder. You could feel him twitching in your mouth so you started swirling your tongue around him and playing with his balls to bring him to his climax.
Leon let out a loud whine finishing in your mouth. He stood there looking dazed and out of breath. He watched as you stood up after swallowing his cum. You smirked at him while wiping your bottom lip and leaned closer to his ear.
"Next time be more careful when you enter my house." You leaned back and placed a sloppy kiss to his lips,smirking at his shocked face and making your way back to your house.
Leon stood there while trying to even his breathing. After some time he smiled,still dazed, and made his way inside to clean himself.
Maybe stalking you wasn't that bad...
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[I'm actually proud of this one. I quite like it. Tell what you think about it!]
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fillinforlater · 1 year
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On her knees
Male Reader x Shen Xiaoting, Kim Jimin (Monday) (ft. Miyeon)
Length: 6469 words
Tags: daddy kink, like, very, very daddy kink, dub-con, dom!reader sub!idols, degradation, slutification, anal, anal creampie, tits play, clit play, humiliation, blowjob, breathplay, deepthroat, spitting on idol, tying up idol, bondage, slapping, tit slapping, rimming, a phone call lol, you are super powerful, tit fuck, curses, rivalry, cleaning up Xiaoting, taming Xiaoting brat!Xiaoting / goodgirl!Monday, polygamy ofc, threesome ofc, riding, anal virgin, tears and drool and juice and... okay that’s enough tags lmao
TW: my usual chaos of rough sex, idol degradation, curses and a lot of dom play with hints at emotional manipulation and dub-con, also ropes
Inspiration/Credit: Long ago, in a Discord chat far, far away @sooyadelicacies sent two gifs that made me lose my shit. I found my shit and we picked up this month old story and it’s now finished lol
(A/N: I hope you have fun with the (usual) Sooya degradation collab lol. Sorry for taking so long, more is on the way!)
“Hi, Daddy.”
Not again. She is so greedy, insatiable, never satisfied. You gave it to her four times already: two in the morning, one during lunch break, one in the bathroom—but even after hours of dance lessons and vocal recordings, she still craves you.
"I want to be full of your thick cock, Daddy. Let me feel your warm cum."
"Sorry, you won't get me today. It's already past 10 and I am exhausted."
"Fine. You don't want to play. Then I'll just find someone else to fuck me. Raw."
"You little shit—"
The moment you raise your voice, Xiaoting drops to her knees. Her black lace covered arms find their way behind her back and her bare knees rub on the floor of your living room. Of course she did not bother to change after her final dance practice. Her gorgeous beige dress with an antique design shows off her wide hips and puts her porcelain skin on display. Your anger keeps you from admiring her further.
"Yes, Daddy! Punish me. I'm such a disobedient little slut," Xiaoting says teasingly.
Your eyes can't look away. She does not deserve this attention. The best punishment would be to leave her unsatisfied. The logical thing would be to go to bed and get deserved rest. The most helpful thing would be to tie her up and leave her alone. However, it's to no avail. Your gaze is already wandering over her curves, those delicious, well-defined curves—and Xiaoting notices.
"Oh, you like my wide hips, Daddy? They were made just for you to grab on and slam your load into me. Would you like that~?"
"To make things clear: I don't need you. I can breed many girls, more beautiful than you. You're just a worthless toy for me." 
A step towards her, then you spit. The wet impact on her face makes Xiaoting groan in ecstasy. She thinks she’s got you and every bratty reaction or remark will get her closer to get what she wants from you. It's either she pours them out of her filthy mouth or reveals her neediness and willingness to be—
"I don't care what I am, just breed me!."
Immediately, you hit her wide-ass hips with the back of my hand, before pulling back her head at the handle that are her brown locks. Rinse, then another trail of spit runs down her flushed features as she cries in pain. 
"Shut up you fucking toy! Should I get Monday in here and breed her in front of you? She is such a good slut, way more worth than you."
Xiaoting smirks through the sting.
"Take us both, Daddy, if you think you can handle us, that is."
"Stupid brat! You have no idea how we play this game!" 
Squeeze the flesh on Xiaoting's thighs before giving it a resounding spank. You know it doesn't take any effort to get Monday over here. Just a quick message on your phone while Xiaoting shows her greedy, needy, bratty face and wiggles her attributes. From a drawer, you grab a rope and tie Xiaoting's arms behind her back. 
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The door opens a minute later, with Monday walking in. The view of her outfit makes you smirk in lustful delight. Always the good girl, she decided to wear one of your favorites: skimpy, tight pants in white and a red crop-top with red see through sleeves. 
"Hi, Daddy. Sorry for taking so long."
After seeing Xiaoting on the ground, she wastes no time kneeling next to her and looks at you. Those fierce eyes, something her fans adore and something that makes up a lot of her stage presence are completely different around you. She looks like an obedient puppy, ready for orders, ready to play, and happy to see the one she pledged herself to.
"It's fine. Get up."
You grab a chair and place it in front of the two girls.
"Come sit on Daddy's lap, Monday. You're such a gorgeous slut. Your ass looks great in those shorts."
Monday smiles softly and mouths a thank you while carefully planting her ass on your crotch. Your hands move under her crop top to find bare breasts underneath. This slut always does it right, you think to yourself and dive in. Your rough fondling on the mounds make Monday melt with moans as she throws herself back onto your chest.
She has always been sensitive at this part of her body. It’s of course no secret to you, as you go faster on her nipples. The supple movements of her ass on your cock become quicker, more stimulating. Combined with the sound of her sweet voice and the sight of Xiaoting's sinful body it makes your rock hard. Envy overcomes the bratty ones face.
"Play with me too, Daddy. I’m far better than Monday."
"Oh really, bitch? I think I'll enjoy Monday quite a lot. Look at her! Drooling all over herself, and she isn't even naked yet!"
Lust, though powerful, rarely makes you lose control. Spreading Monday's legs apart and revealing a damp spot right in front of Xiaoting's eyes might seem erratic, but it's planned, calculated. The effects on Xiaoting are easily predictable to you. She begins to lose control over her tongue as it leaks drool and her orbs become clouded in a haze of arousal and envy. 
"Daddy," Monday mewls, "please touch me. I'm so needy for you."
Now, Xiaoting is really on the clock. If she doesn't act accordingly, your cock will soon be in Monday's delicate pussy, and you will pump her full of her seed—and Xiaoting cannot allow that. Her knees scratch over the parquet surface and turn red as she inches towards you. Her soft cheek presses against your crotch and Monday's core, making the sensitive girl groan and you scoff:
"Hey bitch! If you want to make your pitiful existence useful, remove Monday's pants.”
If this doesn't spur on their rivalry, then nothing ever will. The two were friends for years, sure, but they always competed for the No. 1 in everything. From classes, to their dance teams, even in volleyball and their orchestra. To one-up the other is a victory they both yearn for on a weekly basis, so it's no wonder that you found yourself with two gorgeous after one of them became addicted to what you can give them. 
Being your No. 1 cumslut is just another competition.
"Daddy~" Xiaoting whispers as she gets up and moves behind you so her words only reach your ear, “I know you want your big cock in my tight ass, hm? It’s exclusively for you today.”
You smirk at what she tells you but you don't give in.
"You fucking brat. You think you can tempt me and just get your way?" 
"What did she say, Daddy?" Monday asks.
"Xiaoting is offering her ass like a common street whore." 
Monday huffs and furrows her brow in annoyance. 
"But Daddy, I'm a good girl. Xiaoting isn't. She doesn't obey like I do, I—" 
Monday was not ready for anal and she communicated that with you before, so it was a dirty trick that Xiaoting decided to pull to maybe turn the tables. Rejecting you could free the spot on your lap for the greedy Xiaoting.
"That's right, baby girl."
Your hand glides over Monday's bare abs, then into her skimpy shorts. You find a cleanly shaven, drenched pussy, but the most important thing is her clit. The hidden, small nub is filled with blood from her arousal.
Expertly, you begin to rub it. Monday's moans now become screams, her sizable breasts and thighs tremble as her whole body succumbs to shakes of a quickly approaching orgasm.
Xiaoting has waddled back in front of you. She tries to look confident in her plan, but mostly, she looks aroused and needy as hell. Her legs rub together, her tongue slips out at times and you know she would love to show you her bare ass and hips. Too bad she is still tied up.
"You are such a talented vocalist. I always love hearing you scream for me baby girl. Do you see this, Xiaoting? Monday gets rewarded first because she isn't a dumb fucking brat like you are. I don't understand it; you're top of your class back in school and a world class ballroom dancer yet you have no discipline when it comes to my cock."
"Daddy, it's because your cock made me dumb. It feels so good, I can't think of anything else. All the time, I think about it and want it in my slutty pussy. I'm such a dumb whore for Daddy's dick, I just want it to breed me."
Xiaoting's impressive rant is cut short when you give Monday's pussy a slap at just the right time and angle. In a piercing scream, Monday cums hard, squirt shoots out of her cunt in multiple ropes and stains her shorts and your hand. 
"You sound convincing, Xiao," you say with a mocking voice, while undressing a Monday who is still on her high, "but it’s mostly lies. And your ace, it falls short if Monday offers it as well."
"Daddy,” Monday softly says,” I love you. Please, fuck me first." 
Xiaoting scoffs at her rival. Monday always played a saccharine melody that would give her a better chance at getting the first bite of you. 
"You're such a good girl, Monday."
You fish out your hard on and slap it against her wet folds. Xiaoting is gawking at it with every slap. She'd burst in a frenzy the moment you'd insert the cock into her rival. The seed she wants to breed her should never be in Monday’s pussy.
Your plan is a different one however.
"Monday, you are my good girl, yes?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'm a good girl for you and your cock."
"Do you know what good girls do?"
"They do what their Daddy says."
"So—"
Your slaps on her wetness stop and you adjust the light woman on your lap.
"—would you let me fuck your ass?"
Xiaoting smirks victoriously. There was no way Monday was going to let that happen, she wasn't ready. Besides that, you knew how amazing her ass was. It’s probably unbeatable. Soon, she will have you inside her and finally get her way.
Monday looks at Xiaotings gaze before resolving herself. 
"Daddy… I love you. Do whatever you want with me, I'm your good girl, your good whore. F-fuck my a-ass if you want. I belong to you only."
Xiaoting's eyes widen. Shock and fear dominate her emotions, she did not expect the brunette girl to be this brave. If not for her own restraints, it would not have come this far. However, an obscene drive to watch Monday take her first cock in her ass makes her freeze and focus on the scene before her.
Monday's eyes are shut. She squeezes down her eyelids, while you feel her asshole squeeze down around your aligned and slowly penetrating tip. She is not relaxed, which makes her tight but this is clearly not comfortable for her.
"Relax, baby girl. You are so, so good for taking it. After using your perfect ass, I'll give you a special reward, okay?."
No response from her, as your lips suck on her neck shortly. You kiss your way up her delicate throat, but the tension keeps her motionless, further penetration is impossible now.
Xiaoting’s sweaty face shows a smirk. Maybe things are as expected. Monday isn't able to take your massive cock in her ass. This will be over soon, and then you will pick her ass, because it’s actually fuckable.
"Daddy, g-go slow please, it h-hurts," Monday cries softly.
In your deepest, most soothing voice, you hum into her ear:
"Relax. You're so good. I'm almost in."
Rubs on her smooth skin, your calm breath and a deep desire to win bring Monday to relax. She loosens and your cock disappears inside her puckered hole inch by inch. 
"No," slips from Xiaoting's tongue. 
You grin at her, but before you can say something to degrade her, your entire dick is surrounded by warmth. The tight texture of Monday's unused asshole makes you groan and praise her further:
"Oh, baby girl! You are doing so well! Where is Daddy's cock?"
"My, my ass, Daddy, you're the first and only person to—my hole, this hole is yours! It belongs to you. Sh-shape it to your will, paint it with your cum and r-ruin it with your cock, Daddy!"
Pull out a little to savor Monday's tightness.
"Such a perfect slut. Unlike someone else."
Xiaoting is on her knees again. She did not expect to lose and certainly not in such a severe manner. With her arms behind her back, she is absolutely helpless and her stupid brain forces her to watch.
And watch, she does. Her skimpy lace panties you haven't even cared about inspecting are drenched with juice. Her knees and wrists have bruises from her struggle to move. Her bratty mouth is quiet, her lips shut except for a faint whimper. Desperately, she stares at your cock and how it starts to thrust into Monday.
"How is it Monday? Do you like my cock in your ass? Do you wish you had done it earlier? Hm?”
Monday's answer is interrupted by mewls and heavy breaths: 
"Y-you’re so big, Daddy, ah! T-to be honest, I-I was very scared, so I did not—fuck—want to try it."
"And what changed your mind?"
"Th-that I have to be a good girl for Daddy and that he owns all my h-holes."
"Very good answer," you coo right behind her ear, "Raise your arms, so I can see your cute breasts bounce."
Being the ever obedient girl, Monday follows your orders. You savor the sight of her well-shaven, smooth pits. How she wraps around your cock with her tight, virgin asshole leaves you groaning in joy. Who needs pace if something squeezes this intensely?
"Hey, stupid toy!" you address Xiaoting, who wordlessly kneels in between your legs, "Make yourself useful and remove Monday's top. Maybe I'll let you suck my balls if you succeed."
Xiaoting is not yet entirely mindless. With skilled movements of her legs she gets up from the ground. Because her hands are still restrained, she has to use her teeth to gently grab Monday's top and pull it over the moaning girl's head. Xiaoting's resistance falters quickly, you notice.
You then look at Xiao coldly as you fuck faster into Monday:
"You seem to have forgotten your place brat. The only fucking reason you're here is to serve me, to pleasure me. The only reason you're an idol is because of me. The only reason I am here right now is because I want to fuck you whores! You are nothing but holes for me to use." 
Pulling out your phone you scroll through your contacts. It was just a who's who of K-pop idols, an abundance of groups from across all generations.
"I can fuck whoever I want. BLACKPINK? They would reroute their flights from Europe to here right now if I called them. TWICE? I could have all nine of them here serving me. Girls Generation? From Taeyeon to Jessica, they listen to my call. IU? I'll celebrate her anniversary soon enough. 
And do you know what you are, Xiaoting? You're just an upstart, talented maybe, but don't you ever fucking think you're above any of this. Monday's getting her virgin ass stuffed by my cock because she's an obedient good girl, meanwhile you're bound up and absolutely useless all because you decided to throw a tantrum to the one person who built you with a single whisper.”
Xiaoting falls back onto her knees. No words can express the magnitude of the revelation she has just witnessed. It spins her view of this world around. This ‘Daddy play’ was more than a mere kink. There was real power behind this and she maybe should’ve seen this coming.
"Can I suck your balls, Daddy?" 
Xiaoting’s voice is stern, barely audible through Monday's increasing moans and screams. It’s a mask to hide the fact that she is limp to you if your contacts aren’t a well-planned fake. Once again, she underestimated you.
"No, bitch! You have to say it like you mean it. There is still brattiness in you. You might be the worst case of this I have ever seen."
One of your hands is securely at Monday's waist, to hold her in position. Fucking her harder and quicker is easy now and she has learned to stay relaxed at all times. Soon, she will cum from her ass for the first time and then she is finally three useful holes on a delicious body with a beautiful face. That is exactly how you like your sluts.
The same cannot be said about Xiaoting. Your second hand gives her puffed up cheek a small slap, then another and a third, before you knock her over with a hit for the ages. Xiaoting screams out in pain and her following words are a babbled mess:
"Please, Daddy! I need to suck your balls!"
"Wrong again, you selfish brat!
"I need, I need—
"I need to pleasure you, Daddy, please! Or else I'm a useless piece of meat! Please give me a purpose, Daddy!"
You smirk in delight and wrap your hand around Monday's throat. The idol's eyes have disappeared into the back of her head as you get her closer and closer to heaven. Her shrieks are in perfect rhythm with how you fuck her ass. 
In Xiaoting's brown eyes, there is desperation, the dread of not being part of her group, of not being an idol, of not being used. She has no clue if your power really stretches to all these women you have listed, but she wouldn't dare to question her Daddy. You have finally put her into place and made her a crying, drooling, leaking mess that stains your parquet with three kinds of liquids. 
"Suck on them, Xiaoting, and maybe you can have the rest that leaks out of Monday's ass."
It wasn't any of the music programs in school, or dance competitions, any of the auditions or performances on Girls Planet 999, no, this, this right here was the most important performance of Xiaoting's life. She knew that now. She knew if she didn't impress you, if she didn't suck your balls perfectly, this could all be over for her. She would be nothing because you have it all in the grasp of your hand.
Reverentially, Xiaoting inches her lips closer to your crown jewels. Right above her is Monday bouncing up and down your cock at rapid speed. She is completely in bliss, orgasms shake through her pale body and make her beautiful limbs and features glisten in sweat.
With full concentration, Xiaoting parts her lips and takes your testicle into her mouth. The feeling of her lips, her hot mouth, her delicate tongue, they make you groan and leak more of your pre-cum into Monday, who is nothing but a mindless fleshlight now.
"Don't stop!" you shout down to the sucking and licking Xiaoting "You seem to be worth something for the first time."
Your orgasm approaches quickly, your tip ready to burst, but you want to feel Xiaoting a little longer. She deserves to be this low, to get nothing, to know that she is the last you'd actually want to impregnate.
Knead Monday's bountiful bouncing breast with an eager hand, use the other to pull Xiaoting's hair back and see her sparkling eyes. The eyes of a slave, a slave for your manhood, putting an awe inducing face on your balls because she sees it as mandatory. 
A final lick from the bottom side of your balls to the bottom of your shaft and you burst with Monday fully wrapped around and clenching on you.
"Pay close attention," you groan to Xiaoting as you feel the torrent of hot cum clean out Monday's ass. 
Xiaoting is helpless to observe the shudder of your body as she can all but feel the millions of swimmers leave their home in your sack and diligently rush to migrate into Monday's ass. She could feel how your balls feel less full, lighter as you unloaded what should have been her prize. 
Monday is helpless to stay put as she feels your spunk fill her other hole for the first time.
"Daddy, so hot! My ass, I—"
"I'm gonna use it often from now on. You have proven yourself, baby girl."
"Yes, Daddy! Fill me, my ass is yours. I love you."
Monday is left motionless. You lift her from your cock and immediately, her puckered hole clenches shut. All your baby batter remains inside her, except for a small droplet that sticks to her ass.
Xiaoting quickly tries to glide up your cock with her tongue, but you hold her hair firmly.
"Nuh uh, bitch! You don't deserve to suck it, hell, even cleaning it is too good for you. Clean Monday's ass if you want leftovers."
Xiaoting is helpless to nod and meekly turns around to try and take what she can get from Monday's ass, except Monday masterfully clenches her hole and looks back at Xiao. 
"Don't even think about it. You don't deserve this. I worked hard for this by being a good girl." 
Monday then turns to look at you. 
"Daddy, may I clean your cock, please?"
"Get on your knees, baby girl. I'll give you what you want."
"Thank you, Daddy."
Monday shoves a distraught, almost depressed Xiaoting to the back and kneels in between your legs. She opens her mouth wide and you shove her favorite piece of meat down her throat. Monday gobbles and chokes at first, but she keeps her eyes wide and her hand in her lap, just like the best sluts you trained.
Behind her, Xiaoting gets into position. She is like an addict, doing everything for a little dose of her drug. Still bound by the restraints around her wrists, she shifts into an awkward position to get her face in front of Monday's ass creek. 
No disgust or hesitation in her moves, Xiaoting immediately eats Monday's ass and tries to open the tight entrance. Monday wants to resist, but you pin her with both your hand and gaze to remain in her sucking position. Ever the obedient girl, she stays mostly calm as Xiaoting becomes violent with her slick tongue.
As much as Monday wanted to stop Xiaoting, she knew her focus should be on cleaning your cock and she would make sure she delivered in that area as well. 
You look at the sight before you, two up and comers getting their training on how to please you. They weren't anywhere near the levels of some of their older peers you had at your command, but they showed promise. Especially Monday will surely fall into the category of ‘willing good girl’. Xiaoting however is still not broken the way you need her to.
"Xiaoting, who is a female idol that inspires you?" you ask seemingly random.
"Hm," she contemplates, feeling only tiny droplets of cum on the top of her tongue, yet not giving up, "Miyeon-unnie of GI-DLE, Daddy. I adore her beauty."
"You have good taste. She looks amazing, especially in the new blonde hair style. It's funny: I made her so addicted to anal, she doesn't even want to be bred anymore. Nowadays, I'm glad some other guys can satisfy this lady, cause we both just don't have time for hour long anal sessions."
Out of a random mood, you pinch Monday's nose and watch her give you a puzzled look.
"Baby girl, would you please take it all for Daddy?"
It's not a plea, but a command, and Monday knows. She nods, a little scared of what's to come, but still goes down. Her tight throat presses on your hardening cock and the lack of air quickly makes her gag.
"Stay. Stay. Stay," you repeat calmly, Monday's nose firmly closed with your digits. Large globs of saliva begin to run down your shaft, balls—and then drip onto your floor. 
"Good job," you coo while Monday fears for her life because of lack of oxygen in her lungs. Good girls go all the way for their Daddy and she does, even when her lips are blue and cheeks stained by tears. 
You pull her off your cock and a final rain of saliva rains down. Slowly you back off and take Monday with you. She takes deep breaths and you caress her cheek with a soft smile.
"You have proven yourself. I'm impressed, you really are a masterpiece, maybe the best of this generation."
"Th-thank y-you, Daddy."
"I'll give you a gift later. Now, let's watch this bitch clean the floor with her tongue."
You shoot Xiaoting a look and she obeys. She drags her tongue on the floor to try and sop up any remaining particles of cum that remain in the sea of Monday’s saliva.
"Don't stop licking until I say so. Monday, keep sucking my cock will you?" 
As they do so, you bring your phone to your face and push a couple buttons letting it ring. The facetime call starts and a familiar face pops up on screen.
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"Daddy! It really is you!" 
Miyeon's voice is filled with delight and excitement. Her face on your screen expresses the same emotions, just with a hint of naughtiness in her expression. A lip bite from her with that blonde hair and crimson lips would be deadly for any of her fans. 
Not for you however. You made her like this.
"Hey, Miyeon. You look amazing. Nice to see that you picked up so quickly. I bet your schedule is tight."
"Not as tight as me though," she giggles as you shut your mouth to not groan at what Monday's mouth does. 
"I always have time for you. I just got back from another shooting. You'll love our new music video~"
"Mhmmm, I bet I will. If I do, I'll be sure to come and reward you. AndYuqi. And Shuhua. And, anyways, I called you because a younger idol told me you were her inspiration." 
You flip the camera around and Miyeon doesn't even bat an eye at seeing two naked girls on your apartment floor, one sucking your cock and the other licking the floor. 
"Now, the one sucking my cock is Monday, she's a good girl. The other in the back is Xiaoting and she has been rather difficult." 
Both Monday and Xiaoting were shocked to varying degrees. For Monday, being fully nude and exposed like this was a new experience which made her blush. The lack of oxygen from before however lowered her rationale significantly, so she continues to suck your cock diligently.
For Xiaoting, the revelation that you really did know other Sunbaenims leaves her in even more fear than before. Your power must be far beyond what she could imagine, and if she continued to piss you off, her idol career might be in trouble. She puckers her lips and sucks the drool in like a vacuum cleaner, anything to increase Daddy’s approval.
Miyeon is unbothered and looks at Xiaoting. 
"Hmm, I see why you chose her Daddy. I'm sorry to hear she's being disobedient. Maybe she's not worthy of you. You can always have me come over and satisfy you, Daddy, you know that."
"I know, Miyeon. You have always been eager and great at finding my needs. You deserve a great comeback with no distractions and extra tasks, so don't sweat it. Now, do you know what I should do to make her really understand and accept her role? She seems to do what I tell her, but doesn't like it."
"Well, she seems to enjoy licking and sucking your floor clean. Look at her tongue lapping it up like a dog and her lips, sucking on it like it's your cock. What even is that? Girl juice?"
"Nah, it's Monday's—fuck—saliva, mixed with rests of my cum. That's the only reason why she is so eager, I assume."
"Hmm," Miyeon ponders and taps her chin, "Show me Monday again. Does she look like she loves it?"
You point the camera back down and hear Xiaoting whimper in the background. Her dress gets stained by the rest of the saliva as she gives up on drinking it all.
"Look at her!" you say proudly, caressing Monday's hair, "She is a great pet. Was hesitant to take it in the ass, but today I pumped it full and she is keeping it clenched."
"Aww, and she looks so genuine! Daddy, you made another super star. Her feisty eyes look amazing like this. You better fill her cute mouth~"
"Shut up!" you laugh. Only idols that have proven themselves are allowed such banter, and Miyeon has definitely earned this right in the past. Her full-nelson truly is next level.
While still joking around with Miyeon, you give Monday no warning and suddenly blast your second load into her throat.
"Daddy!" Miyeon laughs over the phone and then pouts, "You're making me wet. I'm getting jealous!" 
Miyeon then directs her attention to Xiaoting. 
"I'm one of your role models? Then you should behave for Daddy. Do you have any idea how many other girls he could fuck? All I see is a spoiled brat who is wasting my Daddy's time."
"Sun-sunbaenim, I—"
"Shh. Look! He is filling his other slut again and you still fight it. I thought you wanted his glorious cum."
"I-I really want it!"
"Then act like it!"
Miyeon then turns her voice back towards you. 
"I hope I helped, Daddy. I know some of the Rookies can be a pain, but they learn eventually. I have to go but I'll be thinking of you tonight and I'll be sure to send you some photos. Come fuck me soon, okay? I got a pedicure and my nails are white."
"Ugh, you are so needy! Just find a fanboy or use Yuqi. I heard she is good with a strap."
Miyeon just giggles. Before waving you goodbye, she lowers her phone and lifts up her top. Beneath it, she wears a bra, but it is so thin and skimpy, her nipples poke through and leave little to the imagination.
"Love you, Daddy~"
Then the call ends. You groan, somewhat annoyed at Miyeon being overtly teasing, but Monday doing her final, gentle clean-up of your cock, makes you smile. She looks very, very much exhausted. You tap her temple and point at the large, red designer couch.
"You can take a rest over there. Blankets are in the box behind it, if you're cold. Don't want you to catch a cold. You've been naked the whole time."
"You're too kind, Daddy," Monday says with a hoarse voice. The thorough usage of her throat made her incapable of speaking longer sentences so she just waddles away slowly.
"You, however, are still in your skimpy dress, with the same attitude, same shackles, same posture. There is no cock in you, no pleasure, no cum. Do you understand why? Do you finally realize that resisting me is futile? That your little rebellion of neediness was absolutely stupid?"
Xiaoting lowers her head in shame. 
"You think you're the only one brat? I have whores far better than anyone in your generation! Do you think that Jessica Jung got as far as she did in SNSD by herself? Or Kwon Yuri? You think IU moved beyond being dirt poor with just her talent? And do you think I haven't tamed my share of disobedient, pretentious dumb sluts? Doyeon, Somi, Yena—I’ve tamed countless brats. You are so out of your depth, Xiaoting. Don't you ever fucking forget your place."
"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Let’s make something clear: What are you?" you shout with harshness, putting even drill sergeants to shame.
"I-I, uh—"
You create a makeshift ponytail out of her messy hair and yank her head up. She is red all over. A picture of shame.
"What the fuck are you?"
"I'm a good girl! A good girl who needs a Daddy!"
"Wrong!"
A slap across Xiaoting's cheek. A new kind of redness makes its painful imprint on her slutty face.
"I'm—I'm a slut! A whore, desperate for Daddy's milk—"
"Wrong again, you dumb bimbo!"
This time, your hatred for her stupid dress gets the better of you. You tear it apart and free Xiaoting's impressive melons with their stiff nipples. They swing at the release and they swing more when you smack them once from side to side. Xiaoting leans back and cries. The lower part of her dress is drenched in Monday's saliva and her own pussy juice.
"I'm a toy! I'm nothing, no idol, no girl, no human—just a toy, and Daddy owns me!"
"And what do toys do?"
"They don't resist and get used."
"And when I'm bored?"
"You throw it away."
Xiaoting sobs. She looks inconsolable. You successfully put a new understanding, and along with it, a new fear into her brain. This is what she signed up for. This is her life now.
Your hold of her hair becomes lighter until you caress it slowly, then you reach over and kiss her neck gently. 
"You can leave right now with zero consequences, Xiaoting. If this isn't for you, it isn't for you. You can leave right now and I won't think ill of you, your career will keep on going just fine. Make a choice."
"I'm a toy, I must be useful."
"Do you only do this, because you think you have to repay me, because I gave you this opportunity?" you ask, going further down and kissing her collarbone.
"N-no. It's because I love your, your cock, Daddy."
"You want to be a toy for my cock? Is it that good?"
"Yes," she says in a tiny voice, still whimpering and gasping for air through her tears.
"Well, now you know how this works. It's like the rules to a game, and everyone can win something. Every idol that has accepted to play this game has won something. Of course there is a main price—"
You suck at Xiaoting's nipple and make her moan through the whines and tears that stain her beautiful tears.
"—but that doesn't matter right now. If you agree, you will start from the bottom, kneeling, begging, like you do right now. It will be tough and this won't be your only punishment, but you can definitely achieve glorious goals."
"I want this, D-Daddy. Please, let me be your toy."
"Very well then."
You continue to suck at her tits, rolling your tongue around her nipple and latching yourself to them. 
Xiaoting can only moan as she was finally receiving just a bit of your touch, your pleasure. She didn't deserve it, but she would enjoy it while it lasted.
Once you had your taste of her tits, you were going to put her to work. 
"Xiao, give Daddy a titty fuck. This shall be a part of your test."
"Of course, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy."
You loosen the restraints around her wrists and she wiggles them off of her arms. All her struggles have left them slightly scared with bruises and cuts. She has indeed shown some determination after all.
Xiaoting puts her hands to work, not daring to touch your manhood with it, but only her breasts. She wraps the soft pillows around your base and starts to press down. It's secure in the pocket her tits form and you groan in approval.
With a tiny boost of confidence, Xiaoting starts to jerk her tits up and down to create friction, but with the lack of lubrication, it does not go smoothly. Xiaoting things for a second to not immediately put herself into a disfavorable position. She asks with a soft, submissive voice:
"Daddy, is this toy allowed to drool onto her tits?"
"Hm, Daddy will help his dumb toy. Open up."
As soon as Xiaoting opens her mouth, you stick two fingers inside and force them deep into her. Her consequent gags produce a lot of drool quickly and she can finally imagine how your cock would feel in her throat.
You go rougher, fucking her throat with your fingers until Xiaoting closes her eyes and takes your dominant attack. She leaks all over her breasts and your cock and when you pull out, she giggles in between chokes.
"Thank you, Daddy. You are so kind."
She begins jerking at a fast pace. You hiss as your cock is still sensitive, but Xiaoting's eagerness is nothing you want to stop. She enjoys finally being useful and looks at you with doey, lovey orbs that you have seen in other bratty idols. 
Jessica. Rose. Yena. Almost nostalgic how you had to tame them. If Xiaoting can ever reach their level? It's up to her. If her thighs are equally good, she can definitely make an argument to be a great toy.
Xiaoting starts to use her entire upper body to stimulate you. She almost jumps up in place and takes deep breaths to puff up her chest. It's a valiant effort that certainly has its effect on you.
"Damn, toy, you've got talent. Close your lips and look at me."
Xiaoting looks up at you and jerks out your orgasm. It creams at her melons and partially shoots across her face to cover it in streaks of white. You pull out from her softness and smear the cum on her tits all over them. She giggles but you press a finger on her luscious lips to keep them shut. Something in her expression is disappointment, but she longs for nothing but your approval. 
"Monday? Come over here, good girl, and clean my toy up! It's covered in your favorite glaze.
Monday, ready as always when her Daddy calls, jogs over and kneels next to Xiaoting. She starts to lick up all the cum from Xiaoting's tits like an greedy animal, before going up to her features. Careful licks, and nothing remains. It's all for Monday, she doesn't share and swallows it immediately. Xiaoting accepts it wordlessly.
In the meantime, you sit down on your soft, large chair and triumphantly look at your two sluts. At Monday's fat ass and her irresistible figure. At Xiaotings fat thighs and her irresistible face. God, they were an incredible catch.
"Monday, get on Daddy's lap. I'll fill up your pussy now.
"Oh, and Xiaoting! Come here and kneel before me. You may watch."
“Thank you, Daddy,” they say in unison.
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May I request an auston matthews x reader in pre established relationship.
I want it to be angst with a happy ending. I want it go kinda like the reader is concerned that he might leave her for all the other girls that are flooding his DMs, but he comforts her and ensures her that he only wants her.
Pls and ty!
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TW-just taking about blowjobs
You knew Auston got many messages from girls on instagram, you overheard Mitch making jokes to Auston the night before about it only making you wonder how many girls have DM’d your boyfriend. When Auston was in the shower you glanced at his phone over and over wanting to pick it up.You knew Auston password because he trusted you. The next thing you knew Austons phone was in your hand and you were typing in the password.Your anniversary. 
You quickly opened instagram not wanting Auston to see you. You went to his DM’s and saw over 2000 requested messages you scanned through them looking at what they said. Some were just people Admiring him as a hockey player, but then there were others, the ones that Mitch was joking about. 
“Your so hot papi I don't know why you're even this that girl, id bet Id suck your dick wayyy better if you just gave me a chance”
You frowned at the message, he knew you hate a good looking boyfriend but it never failed to make you feel a little Insecure when others Flirted him. Curiosity still got the best of you as you started to search through more messages. Until one made tears come to your eyes, a girl sent Auston a nude!. your eye bulged out of your head from the photo. It was a skinny tan blonde girl laying Completely naked on her bed with the caption “you can do better than her come to me papi”
You couldn't help comparing yourself to the girl, why did Auston pick you?. Was he going to leave you for here? You heard the shower turn off so you quickly put Austons phone back on his nightstand and tried to make yourself look busy. Auston walked out of the bathroom just wearing a Towel as he walked around to Find some clothes. You Couldn't help but look at him. Usually you would be checking him out but you couldn't help just look at him and think “he's too good for me”. Auston notices you looking at him shooting you a wink before he turns away. 
Usually you would be making flirtatious comments at Auston but you went quiet, your mind  running amok and Auston started to notice. He quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants and turned His attention to you.
“You ok?” he asked, making his way to your side of bed, now standing in front of you. All you did was nodded as you looked up at him trying to give him a Convincing smile but Auston saw right through.
“You gonna stop lying?” He asked softly laughing 
Tears started to form in your eyes again and Auston noticed kneeling down in front of you.
“What are these tears for baby? '' He asked, he placed both his hands on your cheeks trying to wipe the tears off in time but  they kept being replaced by others.
“I-i” you tried to say but you kept getting cut off by your own sobs.
“It's ok,take your time” he comforted. He wrapped his arms around you picking you up, only to sit down right where you were just sitting, only now you sitting in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, only you buried your face into his neck.Auston slowly rubbed your back leaving kisses on the side of your head. When you started to calm down you pulled your head out of Austons neck now looking him in the eyes. You felt like a burden and the look on Austons face made you feel even more worse, he looked so concerned. He probably thought you were being Dramatic and over emotional just making you feel like shit.
“Pretty whats going on”He questioned as he used both of his thumbs to rub your runny mascara off your cheeks.
“You're so” you said, gesturing at him “your so…..you!”
“What” Auston chuckled confused 
“You're so you and I'm just…. I'm just me” you admitted 
“I still don't understand” he told 
“I don't understand why you're with me!” You told,your voice getting louder the more you spoke “I mean Seriously Auston all the girls that DM you all the time I mean for fuck sake some are even sending you nudes! I don't get it! I just don't get i-”
Auston placed his hand over your mouth, cutting you off.
“You went on my phone?” he asked 
Your heart stopped at his words if he wasn't going to leave you before he was going to now. You pulled Auston’s hand away from your mouth before you spoke again.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry I heard Mitch last night talking about all the Girls in your DM’s and I got Curious and I looked and I regret looking because look at me!” you shouted 
Auston could tell you were about to start crying again so he rubbed the side of your arms to calm you down 
“Please don't leave me” You pleaded 
Auston was Baffled, he wasn't going to leave you why would he leave you,you're it for him.
“first off” “I'm not going to leave you” He looked you in the eyes “ever, I'm not mad you went on my phone I gave you the passcode because I trust you and I don't want you to compare yourself to those girls ok? I love you” 
You took a shaky breath before you spoke 
“I just- She sent you nudes!” you Explained 
“Who?” he asked 
“Stupid Ashley_ Davis12” you grumbled 
Auston laughed at what you said 
“Stop!” you laughed lightly slapping his chest “I'm being Serious “
“I know baby,I know you are” He comforted 
“One of them even said they could suck your dick better!” you said
Know Auston was full on laughing at what you said and you couldn't help but laugh as well. Now that you said it out loud for the first time it did sound a little silly.
“OK now that's not true and you know it” He teased, making your face heat up “Don't listen to them ok? What their saying is a load of bullshit”
“I know I just can't help but feel Insecure when I look at them” You Admitted
“I know it hard but I need you to know I love you everything about you ok,Especially the way you suck my di-” 
“Ok ok I get it” You laughed, cutting him off. Auston just laughed as he laid down on the bed pulling you on top of him.
You hovered over him smiling 
“I love you” Auston Adored as he pulled you into a soft kiss 
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heartsforsserafim · 7 months
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yujin (gp) x big boobs reader plssss
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gp!yujin (dom) x fem!reader (sub)
genre ; smut
tw ; tit play, cum on tits, unprotected sex, blowjob, teasing, creampie, pet names, public sex (kinda)
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Yujin has always had a thing for your breast, she just loved groping them. They were big and round, perfect for her hands. Each time she saw your cleavage she'd take you somewhere private and bend you over right then and there.
Today you decided to be a bit frisky, and wore a decently revealing outfit. Today the girls did invite you two to a dinner party, to celebrate their wins for I Am. Of course you agreed to go since yujin was being there.
You two met with the girls at the door, Liz taking your jacket and leading you over to where her and wony sat. Yujin saw your chest and she grabbed something and covered her crotch. "What's wrong?" Gaeul asked the younger girl. "O-oh nothing, i'm ju-just cold" "Hm, alright" Gaeul continued talking about the next comeback they'd be having with rei.
You felt your girlfriend's eyes staring into the back of your head so you turned around and she mouthed something. You didn't understand and you did a "i don't know" gesture. She pointed to the bathroom and you nodded. Excusing yourself from Wonyoung and Liz. Yujin did the same and went after you did.
"Girls do you think they're gonna-?" Wonyoung said, Liz and gaeul sighed before nodding. Making sure Leeseo was out of the house and playing. The girls took her out, leaving the house for a few hours
Over to you and yujin, she had you on your knees sucking her cock. You were deep throating the girl, swallowing around her cock. "Ohh fuck" you gagged around her cock. She pulled out, jerking a bit so you can breathe.
"Mmh want your sweet milk. Please" You begged her, she chuckled before her load shot all over your face. "A-ah fuck" She moaned out, while her balls were emptied. You put her cock in your mouth once more,sucking her before letting go with a pop sound.
You, thinking of course you'd be free and couldn continue talking to the girls after cleaning your mouth, Yujin turned you around. Sitting you on the counter, "Oh we're not done yet princess." She said and ripped your panties. She inserted her cock with little to no warning. Filling you up to your womb.
"A-ahh~ Shit" You said, her hips going slow, her way of getting back at you for getting her like this. "F-fuck me faster, ah~" you said, she looked at you, grabbing your face before stopping her movements. "You're gonna take what i give you and if you don't like it then oh well." Yujin spoke before letting go of your face, and starting back going slow. You whined by how slow she was going.
Using your own hips to try and match her movements to get some extra friction, but to no avail. She grabbed your leg, putting it above her shoulder and began pumping in and out of you insanely fast. Watching your tits bounce with every thrust, she used her free hand and removed your shirt and bra playing your tits.
Your walls were tightening around the girl, only making her speed up more. Using her hand and choking you, once you moaned out too loud she stuck her fingers in your mouth, before kissing you.
"O-oh fuck. I'm cumming~" you say and cum on her cock, her movements going insanely fast now since she was close to her next orgasm. Once she got closer she pulled out and came on your tits, before going back in and filling you up with the rest.
You both stayed in the position, panting for air. Until her eyes widen realizing she was at the celebration for her album's wins. She hurried and put her clothes back on. Putting your back on
Meeting the judging eyes of the girls,they made it back early and heard when you two finished. "Nice going." Wonyoung said, and she looked over at Leeseo while she played on her phone, "Oh.. uhm" Yujin said before her face turned red. Rei and Liz laughed at her before going to talk with you.
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