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bonewreath · 2 months

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so, your best friend accidentally sent you a video of her masturbating. what now?

18+ below! smut smut smut!

ellie’s bedroom is heavy with the scent of sex, her fingers still pruned from her own wetness. she’s spent the last few minutes tense and panicked, too paralyzed with anxiety to get up and put some clothes on, and she’s considering what she’ll change her name to and where she’ll move to start a new life when you finally, finally text her back.

it’s okay. give me a second to reply, alright?

the weight on her chest eases a bit at your reassurance, but a new spark of uncertainty flares up at the second part of the message: give me a second to reply. jaw tight, she sends you a question mark, then follows up with you don’t have to respond. it’s probably better if you don’t?? again i’m so fucking sorry.

but as the minutes tick by, slow and lazed, she starts to panic again. her mind conjures every possible response you could send her next: an angry thesis statement on why ellie’s a disgusting pervert, a seething comment about how stupid she must be for sending a video like that so carelessly. would you ever look at her the same way? would things ever be the same?

all it takes is another notification from you to make every imagined worst-case scenario evaporate. ellie clicks the notification as soon as it pops up, chewing on the soft flesh of her inner lip.

it’s a video.

you sent her a video.

she hits the play button without a second thought, heartbeat thudding in her ears.

“i know you’re probably embarrassed,” you say, head tilting as you frown with sympathy. a blush paints ellie’s cheeks bright red. “but i need you to know how wet that made me.”

holding the camera up, you extend your arm outwards to reveal the rest of your body - your naked body, ellie realizes with a shock. she sits up in bed, back ramrod straight, her phone shaking as a nervous tremor strikes through her. but she can’t look away - not when you’re tracing a hand down the soft curves of your body, fingertips grazing over one peaked nipple, then moving lower, lower. ellie swears she’s forgotten how to breathe.

you release a pleased hum. “i liked watching you touch yourself,” you say, so matter-of-fact. “i hope you like watching me.”

and she does, god she does. she settles back down onto the mattress, eyes never leaving the screen as you work two fingers through your soaked folds. you moan and sigh and keen, rolling your hips down against your own hand, the wet sounds of your pussy so intoxicating, ellie can’t believe she’s gone her whole life without seeing you like this.

and it might be wrong, the way her own hand drifts between her legs to find herself still hot and wet, but she doesn’t have it in herself to care. she dips a finger inside of herself as she watches you ride your own hand, grinding down on your palm as your fingers work in and out of your cunt. she finds a rhythm that matches your own; soon enough, you’re both gasping at the pleasure building beneath your waistline. with every roll of your hips, ellie’s cunt tightens, flooding with slickness - as if she could get any wetter.

as you get closer to the edge, your grip on your phone falters and the camera starts to shake. ellie hisses and curses under her breath when your phone captures the blissed-out look on your face: eyes rolled back, brows pulled together, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

“oh - oh my god,” you stutter, panting, “i’m gonna come, ellie.”

ellie. ellie ellie ellie.

“holy fuck.” ellie’s pussy clamps down around her fingers at the sound of her name on your lips; her thumb glides over her clit just right, and she didn’t think she’d come this fast but she does, her vision exploding into blinding white as her orgasm crashes into her. it’s the only time she looks away from the video on her screen - but she certainly hears your orgasm, all high-pitched moans and ragged breaths, your cunt gushing onto your fingers.

when ellie finds the strength to open her eyes again, the video is still playing. you’re catching your breath, chest shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. you look at the camera and smile. ellie thinks she might pass out.

“thanks for the video,” you say, lifting your free hand up to wave.

when you bring your fingers to your mouth and purse your lips around them, sucking them clean of your own come, ellie’s sure she’s going to pass out.

and then, she decides, she’s going to fuck you stupid.

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luvyeni · 22 days

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❛GOOD SHOT❜ ( bokseungah )

p. bestfriend!bokseungah x camgirl!reader w. 4.1k

warnings? threesome, oral ( m. receiving ), handjobs, unprotected sex, facial, nipple play, dirty talk, consensual filming

request: can you do a maknae line smut (skz) please🙏🏼??

authors note. i hope you like it, this is like 4000+ words of pure filth😭 — 𖦹 ( your best friends finding out you're a cam girl and you're not embarrassed ) !

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

“o-oh fuck.” You moaned out, the thick silicone dildo stuffed inside your cunt. “fuck it’s so big, im gonna cum.” Your moans exaggerated, but the people through the screen didn’t know that, they still paid you. “fuck im cumming!” you gasped— then a song played from your phone; someone was calling.

Who could be calling you at this moment? You made sure to always turn your phone off when you filmed videos— you must’ve forgotten this time, and it could definitely be heard on your camera.

You were a cam girl in your free time to make your living; hiding your face so you won’t be recognized, even going as far as to changing your sheets; you weren’t embarrassed but you’d rather not be in public and have a random person recognizes you as the girl who does porn

Quickly finding the phone turning it off, throwing it somewhere choosing to deal with later, coming down from your high— your fans wouldn’t care, as long as they got off they were worried about the background noise. “fuck that felt good.” you giggled. “came so much.” Pulling the toy out of you, thighs covered in your essence, as you teased your clit with the tip of the toy.

After ending the video, it was time to edit it, using the blur function to blur out your face, hitting the upload video to your account. “shit where’s my phone, i need to post it to twitter.” you search around, now in some shorts and a tank top. “ah here it is.” you picked up your phone, seeing who called you— it was jeongin, one of your best friends, you’d call in him after uploading to twitter.

“okay done.” You said hitting the upload button to twitter. “okay to see what jeongin wanted.” you searched for his number, hitting the call button. “pick up you fox.”

Jeongin searched for his phone which was ringing, trying to pause the tv with the other. “what the hell are you doing?” seungmin said; felix looking up from the tv upon hearing your name— jeongin picked up his phone. “its yn.” He said, finally hitting pause. “she must be calling me back.” Seungmin watched the boy answer the phone with a huge smile. “jesus just say you want to fuck her and call it a day.”

“don’t say that— no not you yn, seungmin being seungmin.” He said, felix laughing. “tell yn i said hi.” He said, his phone buzzing. “you too, how about you both fuck her instead of jerking off to twitter porn.” Seungmin said, felix flagging him off, ignoring him, seeing the notification for twitter. “he’s just upset i paused the tv when you called.”

“ah so he’s being a hater as user, tell him I said tighten up.” You laughed, hearing seungmin fussing in the background. “so why’d you call me?” you asked. “oh, um do you want to watch a movie tomorrow?” he asked. “we haven’t seen you in a long time.” he said. “sure, let’s do it.” you said. “you guys can come here, my tv is bigger.” seungmin spoke up again. “not everyone can afford shit, we aren’t even sure how you’re paying for shit, you don’t even have a job.”

Believe you or not you and seungmin were also best friends, you were best friends with all of them; you met them during your first year of college, you and jeongin were dorm mates, and he introduced you to felix and seungmin— you eventually moved into your own apartment once you made enough money from caming, the boys moving into the their own shared apartment for second year of university.

“you guys can argue tomorrow, we’ll bring the food okay?” you heard felix say. “i have extra beers, you guys don’t have to bring those.” jeongin hummed. “okay , see you tomorrow.” he chirped. “okay, bye innie!” you hung up.

“be careful innie i can see your boner.” seungmin teased the boy. “jesus you’ve had three years and you still haven’t fucked her, even felix has gotten somewhere with her.” felix rolled his eyes. “we were drunk and it was truth or dare.” He defended. “don’t bring me into this.” He said. “and it's still further than innie here has.”

Felix ignored them arguing back and forth, still scrolling through his twitter, coming across his recently new favorite account; a cam girl he’d came across — a new video had been posted, the video automatically playing, moans playing from his phone. “are you seriously watching porn right now?” they turned to the boy.

“no of course not, it played by itself.” He tried to turn it off. “well turn it off.” Jeongin said. “im trying the phone is frozen.” He knew should’ve bought a new one. “jesus your phone is stupid.” seungmin got up talking the phone, about to turn the phone off when a song played from the video— he knows that song, that was your favorite song, he knew that because it was also your ringtone; and those sheets, you had those sheets, and the heart shaped birthmark that on your lower hip that he saw when he accidentally walked in on you getting dressed one day when you still lived with jeongin; those same sheets in your bed.

That was the first day he ever thought about fucking you, much like his other friends.

“jesus are you seriously watching it to” jeongin said. “at least do it in your room.” he scrunched his nose in disgust. “shut up.” seungmin said, trying to see if the girl in the video would speak, is she spoke it would confirm his suspicions— and then you did and it confirmed just as he thought as soon as he saw that birthmark. “that’s yn.”

“what?” jeongin got up, looking over the boys shoulder. “you can’t even see her face, how can you tell?” he said. “I’ve watched a ton of her videos, I would��ve recognized if it was yn.” Felix said. “I doubt you’re thinking about her voice when she’s naked, bouncing on dildo.” He said flatly. “this is her voice, she owns those sheet and she has that birthmark.”

Felix turned the phone off, trying to come to terms with the fact he’d been jerking off to his best friend for the past few months. “how did you remember all this?” jeongin asked seungmin. “when you both lived together; i accidentally walked in on her getting dressed, I saw that birthmark, and she had those sheets.”

“and you remember?” felix said. “and you know her voice, seems like jeongin isn’t the only one who likes her.” He smirked, seungmin rolled his eyes. “says the one who only got a boner after finding out it was his best friend he’d been jerking off too, seems like you’ve thought about that kiss longer than you’ve should have.”

“so all of us want to fuck our best friend.” Jeongin sat back. “we’re terrible people.” He said. “not really, I mean she’s hot , anyone with eyes and a working penis would have these thoughts.” Felix said. “and fuck you can’t tell me this video wasn’t hot.” He said. “boys and girls can be friends, but i know what i want.”

“i doubt she’d want to do anything, i mean we’ve been friends for three years and she hasn’t made a move.” Jeongin said. “please she flirts all the time, you’re just stupid.” Seungmin said. “as many times she’s given you fuck me eyes and it’s completely flew over your head.” He scoffed. “its almost pathetic.” Jeongin face turned red, the thought of fucking you had always been there, but seeing that video just fueled that fire tenfold.

“how do we even tell her?” felix thought with his brain for a minute and not his cock. “that we know what she does, and that we—” his voice trailed off, seungmin finished it. “all want to fuck her? Just tell her, come on it’s yn she’d had if we held this in anyway, when we see her tomorrow there’s gonna be obvious tension, and she’s gonna be pissed if she feel left out.” He shrugged. “and by the look of those videos i doubt she doesn’t want to.” He smirked. “i can bet on it.”

The next day you got ready for the movie, sitting out the beers on the table along with a bowl of fresh popcorn— dressed in a comfy pair of shorts and a top; waiting for your friends to arrive.

“leaving your door unlocked knowing anyone could come kill you it crazy.” seungmin walked through the door. “please if the 86 year old woman across the hall manages to not break a hip while trying to murder me then she deserves it.” Standing up, grabbing the snacks from his hands. “why are you two just standing there come in and sit.” You told the boys who stood behind seungmin timidly. “I don’t know why they’re acting like they haven’t been here before.”

“literally we do this all the time, sit make yourselves comfortable, i’ll get some glasses.” you made your way into the kitchen, leaving the boys alone. “stop acting like a bunch of timid virgins and be normal for once in your lives.” Seungmin said, sitting back as you came back with a few cups. “everything alright?” felix nodded smiling. “y-yeah were fine.” You tilted your head. “innie?”

He turned to you, “you sure, seems like you can barely look me in the eyes.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “what’s up with you guys, did something happen?” you hated feeling out of the loop. “just tell me don’t have my anxiety up all night for something stupid.” you sat on the couch, sitting the cups down on the table, giving them a quick glance at your boobs, really not helping the situation.

“spill now.” you said, jeongin decided to say something. “yesterday we saw something.” He said. “and me and felix don’t think it’s true.” Seungmin scoffed speaking up. “are you a cam girl?” he said, if he was gonna be thrown under the bus, he better get something out of it. “seungmin.” Felix said, turning to you. “you don’t have to answer— yeah.” They were stunned, you answered so quickly. “really?” felix took out his phone, clicking twittet, and you’ve put two and two together. “ah so you’ve found it.”

“so that’s you.” Jeongin said, felix pulling up the video. You grabbed the phone, the recent clip you uploaded to twitter playing in front of it. “I post this one yesterday, this was new.” Seungmin smirked, the other two baffled that you were so nonchalant about it. “I told you it was her, that birthmark is too specific.” He said, you turned to him.

“you? how’d you figure it out before him.” You pointed to jeongin. “we’ve lived together, we seen each other naked plenty of times.” you questioned. “yeah well felix has been jerking off to you for the past 3 weeks and hadn’t figured it out, clearly im the only smart one.” Felix face turned red. “why would you tell her that, yn I swear I didn’t it was you until yesterday.” He said, but it didn’t bother you. “felix im not embarrassed about what i do, i make content for people to watch.”

“but im your friend.” You shrugged. “the only reason i didn’t show my face is because i didn’t want to, not because i was afraid to.” you said. “did you like it at least?” his eyes widened. “huh?” you smirked. “did you at least like it?” he shyly nodded. “you looked good.” He said. “I know, I did.”

“you’re really cocky.” Seungmin spoke up. “its annoying.” You rolled your eyes. “whats annoying is instead of using your words and just saying you wanna fuck me, you try and get under my skin.” you bit back. “its been three years minnie , im not dumb, at least jeongin tried to hide it.” jeongins face turned read. “it took me a little longer to figure him out, but you, you don’t even hide it, you just try and hide it by petty bickering with me like you’re a kid.”

“yeah?” seungmin stood up from the chair, his body towering over your sitting one, you looked up at him, a smirk that he desperately want to take off painting on your face. “is that what gets you off when you’re fucking yourself with those toys, the thought of your best friends wanting to fuck you.”

He words slightly threw you off, because he wasn’t wrong, there was a few times on and off camera were you came to the thought of one of closest friends fucking you— it was him time to smirk. “what I tell you guys, girls like her are easy to read.” he said, his hand coming up to your hair, you allowed it, it was actually turning you on especially with the audience. “always desperate to be fuck, no matter who it is.” He said. “you’d fuck your viewers if you could wouldn’t you?” you whimpered as his hand tightened in your hair. “lets make the sluts dreams come true, felix is a viewer no?” he turned to the boy, who was shifting in his seat watching the scene go down. “felix get over here.”

He released your hair, his hand coming to the strap of the tanktop. “take it off, it's let doing much anyway, we can see your tits through the shirt anyway.” He moved to the side, allowing you to take the shirt off and for felix to move in his place. “go a head, suck him off you know you want to.” It was clear who was in charge of the whole thing now, and it wasn’t you.

“yo-you don’t have to.” Felix said, as hard as he was, he didn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. “but i want to, I really do.” you said. “you heard her, so get over here and stop being such a pussy.” Seungmin said; felix got up replacing his spot, standing in front of you, his bulge in your face. “don’t just stare at it, take it out and suck him off.”

You undid the strings to his sweat, putting your hand in his pants, fishing his cock out. “fuck.” He sighed, as you stroked his cock. “you’re so big.” You kissed his tip, giving it a few kitty licks. “please put it in your mouth.” He moaned, his hands flying to your hair as soon as you took him into your mouth. “fuck.”

Jeongin watched this all play out and he was definitely not okay, watching you suck his friends cock did more to him than he thought it should, his cock ready to be freed. “yn.” he reached for your hand, seungmin watched him put your hand on his boner, you squeezed him through his jeans. ““don’t forget your precious innie, we all know how much you want to fuck him.” He said.

Jeongin unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear. “shit, stroke it for me.” He sighed as you moved your hand up and down on his shaft. “fuck.” He groaned, the living room filled with felix and jeongins moans; along with the noises coming from you as felix fucked your face. “fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“how about we film this?” seungmin said. “since you like being on camera so much.” He took out his phone. “I bet your viewers would love seeing you all slutted out like this.” He hit record on his phone, recording you having your face fucked your best friend while you slowly jerked off your other best friend. “there we go our own little yn loves being fucked on camera.”

You felt felix speeding up, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around him. “fuck im gonna cum.” He whimpered, pushing your head down, making you take his cock all the way down to his pubic bone. “shit im cumming.” He grunted, his cock twitching— ropes of his cum shooting down your throat. “shit.” He pulled his cocked out your mouth, letting you finally breathe. “that felt so fucking good.”

“here hold this.” Seungmin handed the phone to felix. “i want this slutty cunt first.” He said. “lay on your side.” He commanded, you compiled; jeongins cock in your face. “why do you get to fuck her first?” Seungmin glared at felix.

“earlier you both were about to throw me under the bus and im the only one who hasn’t acted like a pussy this entire time.” He said. “now hold the camera right.”

He pulled your shorts off your legs, along with your panties. “look at that wet cunt.” He lifted your leg. “show the camera her slutty wet cunt.” You felt his fingers brush across your cunt, as felix moved closer with the camera.

“so fucking messy.” He finally freed himself from his pants, lining himself up with your hole. “gonna stretch this cunt better than those toys you fuck.” You felt him entering you. “fuck seungmin.” You moaned. “jesus this cunt is so tight.” He grunted, holding your leg up, straddling your other one as he fucked you. “those dildos must not be working.”

Felt jeongins hand on your boob, playing with your nipples; your head in his lap, right where his cock was. “suck him off.” Felix said, his eyes much darker than before, and now full of lust. “fuck, you heard him do it.” Seungmin said, you took him into your mouth, he squeezed your boob, groaning as you took him fully. “oh fuck.” Jeongin held your head down, seungmin fucking into you much fast, forcing you on his cock more, gagging around his length. “shit im gonna cum.”

Seungmin on the other hand felt his orgasm approaching, vigorously fucking your cunt. “fuck im gonna cum all over this cunt.” You moaned around jeongins length. “fuck, do that again and im gonna cum down your throat.”

Felix watched through the phone, his cock getting hard again. “shit this is so hot.” He groaned, watching you struggle to fit jeongin into your mouth due to the angle while seungmin fucked you. “fuck im cumming.” Seungmin groaned, pulling out as his cock twitched, as he came all over your cunt. “shit such a messy slut.” He slapped your cunt. “fuck felix you’ll have fun with her, real tight cunt.”

Jeongin bucked up into your mouth a few times , grabbing the back of your head. “fuck im cumming!” he finally released himself in your mouth. “shit.”

Felix replaced seungmin, handing the phone off to jeongin, rubbing figure eights on your clit. “wanna make you cum first.” He stuffed his fingers inside you. “fuck you really are tight.” He scissored you open. “fu-fuck lix, please make me cum.” You whined. “you heard her lix , make the slut cum.” He removed his fingers, replacing it with his cock. “lixie!” you squealed, he shut his eyes as your cunt squeezed him. “oh fuck your pussy feels good.”

“lixie im gonna cum.” You moaned out. “go a head, show the camera how you cum.” Hearing those words from the boy who was too shy to do anything a few minutes ago was all you need to make you cum. “oh fuck you’re squeezing my dick.” He grunted, fucking into you faster. “shit im gonna cum.” felix pulled out, stroking his cock, letting him cum spill all over your stomach. “fucking hell.”

The camera still rolling as you took a few breaths. “you want more?” seungmin said, taking the camera back, you nodded. “let’s give the whore what she wants then.” You sat up, jeongin grabbed your waist. “show the camera how you ride, do to me what you did to that stupid toy.” Jeongin said in your ear, his voice low. “come on, sit on my cock.” He held your waist, letting you slowly engulf his cock. “oh fuck.” He groaned, as you fully sat down on him. “move for me.”

You began to move up and down on his cock moaning out his name as his hand came up to your boob, squeezing. “look at the pretty slut.” Seungmin grab your face, the camera on you. “want you to suck me off.” He said, handing the camera back to felix. “come on open that mouth, you can take one more cock.” He said tapping his tip of your tongue. “suck.”

Felix got up, his cock still rock hard, bobbing against his stomach as he held the camera in his hands. “can you help me out?” you hummed , your mouth full of seungmin, taking him into your hand , letting his fuck you hand. “fuck squeeze it just a little.” He moaned out, fuck your fist. “fuck im gonna cum all over your tits.” He groaned.

“look at the slut, so cock drunk.” Seungmin said, jeongin bouncing you on his cock. “letting us use you like this -fuck- gonna let me cum all over your face.” His hips snapped against your face, making you take his cock all the way down your throat.

You moaned out, clenching down on jeongin as you came for the second time ,he hissed. “oh fuck , im gonna cum.” He groaned, you clenched again. “fuck get up.” he lifted you off of him, just in time too, cause soon he was cumming, some of it getting on your stomach and thighs. “fuck.” He rubbed your clit. “fuck cum for us again.” He grunted in your ear.

Felix came second, cursing out as he came all over your tits. “sh-shit so pretty.” His hands came to your boobs, toying with your nipples while jeongin played with your clit. “cum one more time for the camera.” Felix coaxed you. “you can do it, pretty go ahead and cum.” You gasped out, letting the knot in your stomach snapping. “fuck.” You felt your juices spray out of you. “fuck she squirted.”

“good slut, gonna cum all over your faace as a reward.” Seungmin pulled out of your mouth a trail of spit following as he stroked his cock until he came covering your face with his seed. “look at you all covered in cum.” He scooped a little bit of cum off your lip, pushing it into your mouth. “suck.” He said.

Felix stopped the camera, finally letting you rest. “you okay, do you need anything?” he said. “A shower.” Your voice was gone. “jesus we did number on you.” Seungmin teased, you shot him the finger with a eye roll. “oh really, think you could go for another round right.” Your eyes widened. “stay away from me.” You said.

Felix helped you in the shower, jeongin knocking on the door. “I need some pants, you made a mess on me.” Your face heated up. “so-sorry, there’s some sweatpants in my drawer that are way too big for me in my drawer.” He smiled. “and don’t worry about it, i would’ve been upset had it been anyone else.”

“i got you some clothes out to wear.” Felix said, all of them now standing in your bedroom as you walked out. “thank you lix at least you care about my wellbeing.” Seungmin scoffed as you kissed felixs cheek. “well how about I call the food delivery back and tell them not to come.”

“and I picked your favorite movie and got it all ready so we can watch it in here so you don’t have to sit on your uncomfortable couch.” Jeongin said now in a pair of sweats. “hmm, well thank you.” You changed into your clothes, climbing into bed. “I found your draw of toys.” Seungmin opened the drawer. “jesus you are into some crazy shit.” He said, picking up the various toys. “se-seungmin put those down and come sit down.” Felix said with red ears. “fine.” He picked up the vibrator one last time, lifting his eyebrow to show you, you covered face. “seungmin.” Jeongin pulled him to his seat. “im done, im done, jesus she just took three cocks on camera yet she’s all shy now.”

“send me that video.” You said, felix feeding you some of the chicken seungmin ordered. “why?” jeongin said. “memories innie.” You said sarcastically. “why else?” you said. “she gonna post it.” Seungmin said. “but your face is in it, you sure?” felix said, you shrugged. “I don’t care, it’s hot and I don’t have to film next week.” you said. “you guys don’t mind it right? I mean I can blur you out.” You said.

“I don’t care.” Jeongin said, felix agreeing. “I wouldn’t have filmed it had I not wanted it to be posted.” Seungmin said. “good, I’ll edit and post it next week, now I don’t have to film.” You said. “I can’t believe seungmin was the one to find out first, I always knew you were staring too hard that day you walked into my room.” You smirked, he scoffed.

“you were naked , of course I was starring.”

©️LUVYENI

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jeon-ify · 3 months

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thoughts- choi san ft. mingi

synopsis: while your boyfriend is traveling for a music video, you can’t seem to shake off sexual thoughts even for the slightest amount of time. you need a release, and who better to call than mingi’s best friend san?

warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, reader cheats on mingi, san is a married man but cheats with reader, nipple play, breath play, rough sex, degradation, mingi calls san during sex, face slapping, pussy slapping, swearing, breeding kink (if you squint), etc. if i missed anything… let me know !

enjoy!

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with only 10 minutes left for mingi to head to the airport, you felt the sudden urge to bounce on mingi’s cock for no given reason, at the worst possible time. it’s always the worst moments that your brain and pussy decide to remix and come up with the worst scenarios at the most inconvenient times.

when you reached the airport, you helped mingi take his luggage out of the trunk of your car, getting ready to say goodbye to him. he closed the trunk, hugging you and taking in your scent before he leaves you for the next couple of weeks. though it was only 2 weeks, you can’t go any longer than that without mingi inside of you. you began to grow desperate for mingi right now, but you didn’t wait to tell him. the only thing you could tell him was “i love you, be safe. call me and text me as soon as you get to your hotel, okay?” and give him a kiss.

“i love you more, baby. don’t do anything stupid.” he reminds you as he kisses your forehead before he walks off.

“i won’t!” you shout behind him.

as you drive off, you immediately text mingi, in hopes that it’ll make time go by sooner.

y/n: baby :( how much longerrrr

y/n: miss u already mings </3

my mingi <3: baby? its only been like 3 minutes loll

my mingi <3: only 14 days left !!

turning your phone off with a sigh, you drive to find the nearest gas station. as you pump gas, you think about ways that you could wear off the sexual burden you’re carrying with you.

i could maybe masturbate or something?

you think. you’ve been touching yourself for far too long, afraid to ask mingi for sex, that he would get tired from how many rounds you’d ask for.

you go into the store to grab a redbull. as you pay and get into your car, you (hope to) brush off all sexual thoughts for the next two weeks.

3 DAYS LATER

“yeosang, are you at the house?” you say into the phone. you want to hang out with friends or have any human interaction after being locked up for 2 days because right now, no one is answering you. mingi must be busy, and your friends are busy too.

“no, san is there but its just him, why?” he’s quick to tell that something’s up, as you’d never call yeosang on your own.

“ok, can i go over? i’m hella bored and mingi’s busy. he’s not picking up my calls.”

“yeah, i’ll let him know you’re going over.”

“thanks, yeo.”

the call comes to an end, as you think about what you would even do at their house. you never go there without mingi. mingi never lets you go there on your own, knowing how his friends— san— are.

as you drive for the next 22 minutes, you decide to play music to possibly drown out all thoughts. you roll a window down, sip on redbull, but the thoughts just come right back to you.

you arrive to their home, parking in their unusually large driveway. you knock, hearing san rushing to open the door. “hey, what are you doing here?” he questions.

“i’m bored and yeosang said he told you i’d be here. did he not?” you say, voice shaking as you’re not aware of what might happen. if mingi knew you were here on your own, you would quite possibly end up single.

“yeah, come in.” he shuts the door behind you, just as confused as you are. he walks over to the kitchen, preparing cups and wine for the both of you.

“does mingi know you’re here?” he speaks with his back towards you, putting the drink in the fridge.

“no, and i don’t get why he doesn’t want me here. what’s so crazy about you guys that makes mingi so weird about me being here alone?” you begin. you want a conversation and you want san to tell what mingi won’t tell you. you feel like you’re cheating already, being here without your boyfriend.

“i don’t know. i’ve never done anything to him.” he argues. something must’ve happened on mingi’s end for them to end up so weird with each other.

“so how come you’re home alone? did no one invite you anywhere?” you question, taking a sip of the drink san had poured for you. he responds after a long pause of eye contact, watching the way your lips caress the rim of the glass.

“honestly, i didn’t wanna go anywhere. everyone else went out to wooyoung’s mom’s house and they’re spending the next 3 days there.” it’s like he has a convincing tone to his voice, not breaking eye contact as he confesses.

you want, so bad, to just let go of all sexual thoughts as they come back the second san watches your lips. you were never attracted to san, but the sexual absence that you’ve been facing has you in such a strong chokehold, you almost gasp for air in front of the man beside you.

your breath picks up its pace, trying to calm yourself before you let your intrusive thoughts win.

“y/n, are you okay?” he sets his drink down on the glass table, watching the way your thighs are clenching.

“san, if i tell you something you literally cannot tell a soul.” you set your drink down beside his, finally deciding to let some steam off.

“y-yeah. what’s going on, pretty?” he raises concern in his tone, the nickname sending shivers through your chest and down to your core. his voice is soft and deep, a sense of care and possessiveness without ever claiming you.

he knows what he’s doing.

“so mingi and i haven’t had sex in like 3 months, and when he left i guess my body went into autopilot trying to find a release when he like walked away from me. cus he looked so good in his outfit i guess the thoughts started flooding all at once. i dont know san, like why am i so-“ you ramble, san not even understanding what you’re getting at. your words leave your mouth at 100mph, trying to get to the point.

“y/n, what are you getting at?” he scoots closer to you. you feel his breathing becoming slower but deeper, his hands inching closer to your knee.

you sigh, in hopes to brush off the thoughts that are replaying in your mind— san being inside of you and filling in that void mingi had planted in your cervix. you also imagine the ways that san would wrap his rather larger veiny hands around your throat, cutting off all airways in multiple pleasuring ways. the way that he’d make you hold your orgasm makes your head spin. though you can only imagine, its almost as if he can hear your thoughts.

“has mingi actually made love to you? not just sex, actually fucked you the way you wanted.” he notices the way your mind races, picking at your cuticles in the anxious manner that san has created.

“we’ve had sex, but i guess he’s never asked me what i was into.” you mutter. san takes initiative, inching closer to your face.

“baby, how are you gonna handle two weeks with no release? you’ve gone however fucking long without the proper release, let your dear friend san show you a proper fuck, mm?” he takes your hand in his, running his free hand up your bare thigh. he notices the way your mouth lets out a gasp the closer he gets to your heat. your mind races again, finally realizing that this is why mingi never wanted you over here on your own.

“b-but—“ you try. you really don’t want this to stop, you know he’ll fuck you stupid. be honest to yourself, you wanna get fucked stupid, and who better to ask than san?

“let me make you feel good, hm? you want me to be rough with you? say the words, darling.” he inches closer, his right arm on one side of you as he leans on top of you. you stare at his lips, watching the way they drip with arousal already.

“san, use me.” fucking finally. as if you poured fuel to the fire, san immediately crashes his plump pink lips onto yours. the softness of his lips does not seem to match the roughness he implies into the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth. his tongue runs along the roof of your mouth, to your gums, and almost to your throat from how deep he’s kissing you. he takes your tongue into his mouth, sucking and eliciting gasps from you, as you pull away and take his bottom lip into your lips, sucking and creating a red tint in his wake.

“fuckin’ hell. i need to taste you, pretty girl.” his lips move down to your neck, using his hands to unzip your sweater to kiss down your bare chest.

“no bra, it’s like you came over to fuck me, that right?”

yes, he’s right.

“n-no, please don’t tell mings—“ you moan as he takes your nipple into his mouth, almost sucking the entire muscle out of your chest.

“fuck! please, do something.” you moan. your eyes threaten to roll to the back of your head, seeing stars as san doesn’t stop sucking and swallowing everything you give him.

his long fingers move to take your shorts off, immediately rubbing circles on your pussy the second the fabric leaves your legs.

“oh my god, you are fucking soaked, y/n. what’s going on in your pretty head, hm? bet you think about me when you fuck mingi. right, pretty?” his fingers plunge into your hole, relentlessly fucking into your pussy. his free hand finds a home over your mouth to mask your moans and gasps while he fucks you with his hand.

your legs clench around his forearm, threatening to squirt on his couches. your stomach clenches while san moves his hand from your mouth to land a sharp slap onto your pussy. your body jolts with pleasure from the slap, san groaning from how hard you’re clenching his fingers.

“open.”

he brings his fingers up to your mouth as you suck and swallow your juices. “good girl, take it all.”

he takes his pants off, wasting no time in jerking himself and entering your sopping hole. your eyes widen at his size, intimidated that you won’t be able to take him.

“san, i don’t think—“

“you can and you will.”

he stops you, placing his right hand on your throat while the other guides his length into your hole. you throw your head back onto the arm rest, your legs threaten to shut around his waist while he already picks up the pace.

he pounds into you relentlessly, hitting your cervix and pulling the ropes of your orgasm.

“so dirty, letting me choke you out and fuck you like a whore. what would mingi say, huh? look at me when i’m talking to you, y/n.” he grips your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye when he pounds you.

“i-i don’t know! please,” you’re not sure what you’re begging for, because san’s giving you all that you’ve missed out on.

you should’ve said yes when he’d asked you out that one time.

“what are you begging for? i’m giving you everything your fuck-ass boyfriend can’t give you.” he slaps your cheek, leaving a red handprint on the right side of your face. you smile at him as he does it again.

“you’re so deep in me, sannie. it’s too much,” you begin to see stars as you yell out. all you can do is moan and cry for san to keep fucking you, even though it feels like you’re being ripped in half in the best way.

“you talk so fucking much, wonder why mingi won’t fuck you.” he lifts your legs onto his waist in a more comfortable spot, while he wraps both hands around your throat, squeezing tightly as he pounds into your pussy faster.

you whimper, san kissing your almost purple lips, using his thumb to open your mouth. he lands a wad of spit onto your tongue as you gracefully swallow him.

“keep clenching around me, there you fucking go. open your legs wider,” san is interrupted by his phone ringing. he doesn’t pull out, only reaching for it on the table by your head. he plants a kiss on your forehead before he leans back up to answer what displays as

‘Mingi’

he swipes to answer, putting the phone on speaker.

“yo,” you hear your boyfriend. you try so hard to suppress your moans, as san fucks into you faster and deeper. he places a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, even though he wants mingi to know how good he’s fucking you.

“mingi-ya. how’s ja-japan?” he mutters while you clench around his dick tighter. he moves his hand away from your mouth to pinch at your nipple.

“its good, hows everyone doing? i called y/n, but she didn’t answer.” concern and your name in the same sentence catches your attention while san looks at you in faux surprise.

“she’s good, yeosang checked up on her a few days ago, she’s just bored.”

he plunges his hips extra hard into you, staying in that one position, not moving an inch. your stomach clenches as you squirt all over san’s pelvis. he gasps, impressed by his action.

mingi is talking, but the both of you are just listening. san isn’t answering the way mingi wants him to, only reacting to what he says.

“are you good, bro? are you even listening to me?”

“uh— yeah, yeah i am.” san leans towards your face, licking the tears that fell from your doe fucked out eyes. you put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making any noise.

“alright, i’m gonna go. i’ll talk to you later, san.”

“bye mingi”

“you’re fucking dirty, such a whore.” he groans and swallows in an attempt to clear his dry throat as he tosses the phone somewhere in the room.

“i’m gonna cum, sannie. please cum in me.” you bring your hand up to the back of his head to pull him closer to you. you lick a stripe up his dimple as he smirks. you feel him swell up and twitch in your pussy, his hand coming down to rub circles on your clit. his hips stutter as he fucks you slower, emptying himself in your cervix.

“want my cum leaking out of your pretty pussy even when mingi’s around.” he pulls out of you, watching the way his cum leaks out of your hole. he uses two fingers to spread your lips, watching the way your hole clenches and how loose he’s made you.

you realize how much you were missing out on the minute san touched your thigh.

sex will never be the same again.

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i don’t even know what to say.

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Adagio

pairing: subby gyu x dom! reader

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: sleepy lazy morning sex, soft sex, blow job, riding, titty sucking

word count: 1.4k

song: My Cherie Amour - Stevie Wonder

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You awoke to the sunlight seeping in your bedroom through the windows, nearly blinding you as you squint your tired eyes. Being able to hear the birds that always chirp early in the morning and you watched as a petal from the cherry blossom tree that stood just outside flew onto your window sill from leaving it slightly open last night when beomgyu whined he was too hot. You always loved blossom trees. They were so pretty to look at, the tell tale sign that spring had begun.

You swap your gaze to your sleeping boyfriend who lies next to you, snoring softly looking pretty as ever like he always did especially when he was sleeping. It’s moments like this where you think damn, how did I manage to bag this? Heart swelling up at just how cute he looked with his gorgeous eyelashes you’ll never get over touching his cheeks making him even prettier, hair fanned out across the pillowcase, framing his pretty face, soft lips in a little pout as he slept. Sometimes just looking at beomgyu makes you overwhelmed with emotions you just want to cry. It’s disgustingly cringey, you’re aware. But you’re in the mood to feel disgustingly cringey.

You press a kiss to the rounded tip of his absolutely adorable nose that looks even cuter in the mornings. And then give him one more just for good measure. Beomgyu cutely scrunches his nose and flutters his eyes ever slightly open, humming and grinning at you.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” You say to him, giggling and softly rubbing his cute nose with your own.

“Mmhhh… good morning, Prince Charming. I’m just so irresistible that you can’t help kissing me even in my sleep huh?” Beomgyu teases, speaking in his gruffy, sleepy morning voice that never fails to drive you a bit crazy— A lot crazy.

He was expecting you to roll your eyes or tell him to shut up like you usually do but you just hum in agreement this time, cupping his puffy face and giving him a kiss on the forehead, “Yeah. You’re a pretty a sleeper.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that, mouth shutting from the comeback he was planning to use as he does that little pouty shy smile thing he does whenever he gets compliments. “Woah what happened to y/n? Who are you?”

You roll your eyes. "Also you got two fairytales mixed up, you fucking doofus. Prince Charming isn't even in sleeping beauty."

“Ah, there they are.” He chuckles.

“Anyway, get up. We gotta organise your party later on and get everything done for it.”

He groans at that, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m way tooooo tired though. Why don’t we just stay in bed together all day instead.”

“Beomgyu. It’s your party. And I wonder why you’re so tired.” You sarcastically say. “Maybee if you weren’t playing video games all night long with heeseung.”

“It wasn’t all night long! You were playing as well. Horrendously, I must add. I’m never letting you be on my team ever again.”

You grab a pillow, hitting it in his face. “You made this so unromantic. I was trying to serenade you with my love and kisses.”

“Ah, please do then. I want kisses.” He puts his lips into a little kissy face.

You sigh but caress his face again, stroking your thumb against his cheek and peppering kisses all on his face and he giggles, feeling ticklish and all mushy inside. He shuts his eyes, liking the feeling and then he’s already in a deep sleep again. Typical.

But you carry on kissing, drifting to his neck where you start to place little love bites and hickeys, he hums at that, signalling he’s somewhat awake right now. And you trail the kisses to his chest.

You rub your thumb in circles on one of his pretty nipples and suck the other, swirling your tongue around the bud and he gives you soft little whimpers in return. Then, you give his waist and cute tummy you adored so much a massive load of kisses. It was just too cute and soft, heaving up and down in his half awake state.

You moved further down, lifting one of his legs up so you can give all your attention to his creamy, plush thighs. Them not being marked yet a crime. So you suck the inside of his thighs until they’re covered and filled with bruises that most likely won’t go until a while, beomgyu restless and whimpering the entire time, his thighs too sensitive.

You sit back once you’re done to admire your work and the beautiful sight, absolutely covered in hickeys from the neck, chest, stomach and thighs.

“You look so fucking gorgeous marked baby. Should be marked like that all the time.”

“Need you please…” Beomgyu whispers and whines out, sleepily, eyes still closed.

“Yeah?” Beomgyu nods his head fast for you and so you take his hard dick out, slowly wrapping your lips around them and he whimpers continuously as you start to suck him off in his sleepy state, bobbing your head back and forth on his cock which was dribbling little beads of cum. One of your hands, gripping the flesh of his thigh tightly, making him moan even more.

You pull off of him for a second to spit a little bit of saliva onto his tip before you go back to work, thigh twitching and dick jerking as you continue to give him a blowjob.

"You can cum, baby." You tell him when he’s close which extracts the prettiest whines out of him, popping him out of your mouth so you can see him make a pretty mess of himself on his thighs and stomach.

He's even more tired now and so are you but you slowly get on top of him, kissing him in the process and lining up his sticky dick to your entrance. Ever so slowly, sinking down on him, the both of you lifting your heads back and groaning.

You ride beomgyu lazily and leisurely, feeling like you could probably go to sleep again anytime soon. Lips never leaving his as even your mouths moved slow against each other.

"Hold…" Beomgyu whimpers out, extending his hand for you and you intertwine and lace your fingers with his. Hand holding one of his favourite things and it always made you so soft.

You pick up your movements but not very significantly, sloppily and very lazily pumping his dick in and out of you with the slickness of his previous orgasm and your own wetness.

He throws an arm over his head, lips parted, eyebrows furrowed, eyes shut and look on his face pure ecstasy, both of you losing yourself in the pleasure and he elicits the most mellifluous sounds ever. His moans literally the prettiest to your ears, especially right now in the morning.

You reconnect your lips to his, kissing him feverishly, literally devouring every quiet soft moan he lets out into your mouth. His pretty lips quivering and eyes fluttering open and closed, grasping your hand so tight and he draws out the longest, loudest and most gorgeous moan of your name ever to exist before he’s cumming heaps into you, both of you cumming together, eyes rolling to the back of your heads.

Beomgyu pants, exhausted, and then rolls on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his face in your chest contently. He lays on you like this for a little while, then he looks up at you with big puppy eyes and a pout, “Wanna suck your tits.” Spoilt, but you’ll let him have his way today.

He instantly lifts your shirt up, latching his pretty round lips onto one and groping and kneading the other, eyelids blissfully closed as he sucked and left wet kisses and bruises on your chest, swapping every now and then so he can give both attention, he lets out a little whimper just from sucking your tits.

You move his hair out of his face, giving him a peck on his forehead. Beomgyu’s eyes begin to get heavy and he’s already drifting off to sleep again, mouth still latched onto your nipple and face resting in your chest, you a few minutes from sleep again as well.

“I love you. I’m genuinely being serious, I’m fucking in love with you. You’re like…my favourite person in the entire world. You are my world- okay ew nevermind. I was trying to be romantic and poetic but it didn’t work. But I really do love you. Happy Birthday, gyu.”

Beomgyu hums in acknowledgement with a soft lazy smile appearing on his face, a little incoherent ‘love you’ coming out of his mouth which was still on your tits and you both fall asleep cuddling.

Please actually reblog !! and comment !!!! if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated tysm !<3🙏💕😊 It’s discouraging when fics have such little reblogs 🤨👎Feedback is always appreciated it makes me happy :)

A/n: we love being delusional 😍😍 I never reread this bc I couldn’t bring myself to so if it’s actually bad I’m sorry 😭 ANYWAY ITS BEOMGYUS BIRTHDYAJSND I LOVE HIM SM I HOPE HE HAS A GOOD DAY CRYING CRYING CRYING FIGHTING BLEEDING LOSING I LOVE HIM !!🎉💕🫶

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Joel Miller x F!Reader - Piss Kink #4

if you're feeling bold, can be read with more Piss kink #1, #2, #3, or alone.

Summary: Joel entices you home with a uniquely fun hommade toy that he's been edging himself with.

Warnings: pisskink! , pill-filled condom, sending nudes ish, nipple play, sub!Joel returns!, male masturbation, mirror masturbation, assisted masturbation, overstimulation, degrading lanauge towards Joel, this one is all about Joel

18+ ONLY

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Work fucking sucks when you’re horny as shit.

While you rot away at a desk 5 days a week, from 9-5 with limited days off, you get a bit envious of Joel’s flexible schedule where he can pick his own contracts, his own projects, and work his own hours at his own fee.

Must be nice to be a solid brick wall of meat.

And he doesn’t make it any better. Having your phone buzz off at your desk literally every 5 seconds with pictures of his scruffy head waking up at 9:57am, his homemade sausage links and pancakes, his feet propped up on the coffee table while sipping away your coffee in your mug that you forgot because you were running late!

You: Fuck off, lazy ass

Joel: come home and I’ll fuck your ass all day :P

You: do you have any real plans today other than being a little shit?

There’s 15 minutes of silence from his end. Enough that you’re pretty far into a project you couldn’t get off the ground, until there’s a new chime vibrating from your phone.

Joel: video attachment

You bite your lips, hovering over the file icon. This could be just another “Joel enjoying his day off” …

or a “Joel enjoying his day off.”

Not risking it, you run to the bathroom and lock yourself in the stall.

The video plays, and you can make out Joel’s big fat blurry fingers blocking half the camera as he angles the phone on the sink vanity, facing himself in the mirror focus sense. He backs away, and unzips his jeans. His cock is only half hard, but that doesn’t deter him from pumping it lazily in his hand, digging in the drawer off camera looking for something.

It’s not until he’s ripping off a condom with his teeth that you’re very intrigued.

“Got a present for ya when you come home,” he smirks into the camera.

He rolls the plastic over his much harder cock now, pulling it tight all the way to the base, stretching it over his thick length.

Joel’s not one to use condoms, so this is—new.

He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling as he pumps his dick with short jerks. His thumb teases over the clear covered tip. there’s some sweet little noises you know you’re missing because the mic doesn’t pick it up, but by the way his brows furrow, his lips part with eyes closed, you know he’s feeling dirty and good.

He lets out a strong groan, and the condom starts inflating quickly as he relives his urine. “FUck—fuck , shit, it’s filling up fast.”

You hold in a gasp because fuck yeah he’s right. The condom expands rapidly as yellow liquid quickly pools in the empty nub at the top before over coming the underside.

“Mmm—ah—ah-ahh-yeahfuck baby—its’ warm. Warm like you,” he grunts, smiling. He tilts his head back and moans, thrusting his hips a bit more like he wants to fuck it.

He breathes shallowly when it’s over. The condom now tightly packed with warm golden piss around his aching length like a thick balloon, not much larger than a short zucchini but still impressively bulging.

He jerks over himself a little bit, watching the liquid bounce with such inertia it takes a moment to even out. It should be disgusting, really, watching him play with himself with his own piss like a pocket pussy, were it not for the tight clench of your thighs and throb between your legs.

“Reminds me of ya tummy when I filled ya full of it the other day.”

He starts to pull his jeans back up, careful to tuck the full package into his crock area before zipping it up cautiously. Two little hops and everything falls into place. He groans as he manages the button over his waist.

He pats his new bulge before winking into the camera and the video ends.

You don’t even realize you were biting your finger nails while sitting on the toilet seat in the stall. Your skirt bunches up over your legs as you spread them. Fuck, you can’t touch yourself at work!

Just as you’re about to write an extremely lengthly curse off to Joel, another image attachment comes in:

Joel lying on the couch with the camera facing down towards his feet, the evident bulge still packed tight in his head with his girth hand gripping at it through his jeans.

Joel: Warm n tight, just like your sweet little cunt :)

Another video comes in, and there’s barely any intuition in you left to ignore it as you’re hitting play so quickly.

He’s positioned the phone in front of him again at the couch, folding laundry causally with his legs spread wide. The bulge in his pants, however, is much bigger. Each uncomfortable shift only elicits a whimper from him, grinding into his palm to adjust the position but only turning him on more. He leans back and unbuttons the pants. The zipper practically falls away on its own to give room to the massive piss filled condom, shaped like a droopy sack, it’s been desperately trying to hold together.

He sighs in relief, jiggling the balloon. It’s now the length of a fat cucumber, sagging to the cushion from the weight.

“Shit. This is a fuckin’ strong ass condom, baby. Feels like I’m bout to burst everywhere.”

He continues to smack it, jerk it, play with it like a silicon boob and not like it’s his own urine filling a condom and drawing his poor dick, still hard as a rock and an angry shade of red infused with the yellow tint of the sloshing liquid. His leg bounces, both of you hypnotized at the way the latex ripple with each wave.

“Can’t wait for you to come home and see how big it’s gonna get in your hand.” He cups his balls underneath while fisting his warm and wet pocket pussy. It jiggles obscenely in his hand, his hips thrusting into it until his tummy tense and he stills. You can just barely see the little air bubble at the top get smaller as he relieves himself more. His eyes roll back, feeling the warmth surround his meat like living inside your cunt.

The video ends, and a second image is waiting for you:

Joel standing with his top belt button undone but the zipper struggling to stay up, holding his fat bulge that now has taken over to drooping down his thighs.

Joel: Fucking Christ baby, you see how fucking tight this is?

You don’t open the last video attachment, as you’re already packing your computer away and telling your manager you’re not feeling well, zipping to your car and speeding home.

Joel’s cock is in a constant state of pain and pleasure all day. For one, his piss is keeping everything so fucking warm, unlike anything he’s felt regularly wrapped around his cock, stuffed in his pants. But on the other hand, his dick has been trapped inside a warm wet fluid substance for over two hours non stop hard, and he’s ready to cum geysers.

He considers whether waiting all day for you to come home for his “present” is going to be worth it when he hears keys being entered into the front entrance.

He’s standing right there the moment you open the door. He can tell you rushed with the state of your wrinkled shirt half untucked, messy hair and even more evident—the ferocious look in your eyes.

You wrap your arms around him and hug him close. He lets out a tiny sigh, feeling your middle press against his crotch tightly. To your delight, it’s still there, all packed tight and warm, crammed so stiffly it could burst with any more pressure. Your hand roughly grabs at the squishy bulge in his jeans and Joel stutters a gasp, then a little moan with his eyes closed in bliss. You can just barely hear the quiet rush of liquid filling into the condom even more.

“Did you just piss some more?” You ask, your hand rubbings soothing circles over the bulge.

He nods, lips parted sinfully with dazed eyes now that you’re here and in charge.

“You’re a naughty boy, sending that shit at work. Making me come home early to take care of this,” you whisper sensually in your honey silk voice that has his veins shivering from excitement and trouble.

“Nnmgg—mmmm, I wanted you here. And you want its too,” he snickers.

You tug the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a harsh kiss. He groans into your month, pulling you closer and grinding himself into your secure body like a horny teen. His body melts in to your touch, more needy to have you here than you were to have him.

Your tongue holds his hostage while you busy your fingers and unbutton his jeans. The piss filled condom spills out of there like it was desperate to breathe.

Joel lets out a pathetic sigh of relief. You continue to palm him while he pants into your mouth, all the pent of pressure finally having room to escape, but still trapping his thick cock. It’s fucking heavy, the weight of his hot urine filling the bag over and over again, latex stretched so tight. “It’s.. s-so heavy—bout to burst,” he rasps, eyes shut into your shoulder as you hold it for him.

You smirk against his lips, continuing your torture in your hand while he shivers.

You reach below the moist cucumber sack and roll his balls in your hand, tugging gently to get him to follow you.

He obeys beautifully. Leaping after you as you massage him, trailing so close that he’s wafting your hair product, twitching in your palm.

“Sit,” you command, pointing to the floor in the bedroom, directly in front of your floor length mirror.

He sinks to the group, staring at his reflection. So pretty and small beneath you. You slide right behind him, hands slowly tracing along his inner thighs, making him involuntarily man spread.

You grasp the urine condom and start tugging, jerking it in your hand as you pinch his nipples under his shirt with your free hand.

“You look like a fucking pervert and a whore.”

He whimpers and melts into your touch. Tense in his cock and chest but relaxed everywhere else. Despite the mass of the man in front of you, practically blocking your view of his beautiful twitching body, you perch over his arm to watch.

His eyes keep drifting back, pleasure consuming him after edging all day. But he keeps snapping forward to look at how you’re tearing him apart.

“Only fucking disgusting boys do this type of shit, Joel. Is that what you are?”

He nods vigorously, hips cantering forward.

The sloshing of liquid grows louder as you pump over the slimy sack faster. His shirt rides up, his soft belly flexing with each painful breath he forces going in and out.

“Can you fill this up some more? While I’l jerking you off? Don’t cum yet. Want more of your foul liquid to fill this thing. It’s so fucking big, Joel. see how much we can pack into here before it explodes!” You laugh.

He grits his teeth, and you still your movement. With a few assisted tugs wrapped around your own hand, he’s moaning out pornographically, and you can see through the latex the extra stream of gold forced out of the tip of his dick and expanding the hot condom. It’s big enough now that you need Joel to help wrap his other hand around it. The two of you jacking him off together.

“Such a fucking good boy, Miller. My piss hungry boy.”

If you weren’t so fucking turned on by your whimpering mess of a boyfriend you’d be cringing so hard. But Joel just somehow always manages to bring that side out of you.

“Arrgghhhhh--aahhh—oh—ohh—ohf—oh fuck! Fuck it baby, yeah—YEAH—unfff I’m—I’m gonna—“ he’s blabbering incoherently, nodding and shaking his head, overstimulated and yet so close to getting what his whole body is begging for. The condom bounces along as the two of you fall out of rhythm, smashing against his pelvis and balls, his tip stretching across the clear seal before being drowned in a vacuum of piss.

You accidentally pinch the condom as you pull it close to him again. Coupled with being filled to its limit, the entire thing snaps in a giant explosion of the piss damn breaking, ursting all over Joel’s torso and thighs and the floor.

The impact of it all has his hips thrusting forward, his jaw dropping open in a surprised gasp when he cums into the free air—ropes of it shooting so far onto the mirror. You don’t stop, despite the wet mess all over him and tattered condom shred still clinging between your digits, jerking his wet cock to completion and tilting his hips up so that his creamy spend shoots on his pouty lower lip.

He licks away the salty tang of his orgasm, breathing down from his high. You both observe him in the mirror: clothes drenched from chest to knee, splatters of of his spend adorning him and the mirror like overly-excited icing on a tres-leches soaked cake.

He’s shaking from the aftershock. So overly whipped and leaning further back against you for support. You hold his cock, now finally able to breathe, as you kiss along his jaw and neck. “You’re so gross, I fucking love it,” you tease, nipping at his ear.

He smiles with you, sighing up to the ceiling with blissful sedation.

He stays pliant in your arms, head resting against your breasts. It’s quiet, minus the love sucks you’re dressing all over his face with your lipstick.

He opens his eyes. “How about a hug after such a loooooong day at work, baby?”

You stop kissing him and lean away, shaking your head.

“No? Are you sure? I think you need it,” he hums, a devious look in his eyes as he starts to turn on you.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” You warn. You immediately scramble to your feet and try to run out the door, but Joel’s caught up in no time, bear hugging you from behind.

“Awwwww, isn’t this soooo nice, baby?”

“Gross, gross, gross!” You laugh, wiggling unsuccessfully as you feel his urine seeping from his clothes to your beautiful white blouse and ironed skirt. You shiver at the warm, disgusting feeling of it all.

“Fucking nasty perverted piss boy.”

He giggles into your hair as you admin defeat, swaying with him in a tight embrace.

“With my fucking nasty perverted piss girl.”

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hoseokieswrld · 7 months

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✧ STILL DON’T KNOW MY NAME | JJK (M) ✧

TEASER:

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!reader

Genre: smut, pwp, internet strangers to lovers

Category: three-shot

Summary: In which a video game streamer, Jeon Jungkook, finds– and is intrigued by– an account that writes nsfw fanfiction about him and decides to send them a private message. He still doesn’t know your name.

WARNINGS: sexting, explicit sexual content, strong language, pornography, cybersex, exchanging in nude photos, hidden identities

TAGLIST ; Chapter one

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a photo!

Jungkook throws his phone to the side, stripping from his clothing. He’s been anticipating this since he first found your account. He constantly thinks about your flirty texts, all the teasing photos you send him, and now you’re finally giving it to him.

He opens the message hurriedly, cock throbbing when he finally takes in the image.

You’re standing in front of your mirror…completely naked. No underwear, no bra, just you.

Jungkook stares at the picture for a few minutes taking a mental screenshot of you, memorizing every part of your beautiful body to jerk off to later. Your tits being supported by your underarms making them look so soft and plush, nipples erect. Your pussy is slightly hidden by the way your legs are crossed over each other, but is still visible to him, a simple heart tattoo on your hip bone. Your toes are painted a clean white color, finger nails looking the same. Your face is covered by the edge of the mirror and phone, making him needier than ever. Not knowing your identity yet you still sent him a nude, making him want to take you right in front of your mirror, forcing you to look at yourself while he destroys you. Fuck, you’re sexy.

Jungkook positions his hand underneath his hard, veiny cock, quickly snapping a picture of it, making sure his tattoos aren’t visible.

Look how hard you made me baby, gonna help me out huh? He types as he hurriedly sends the picture to you, wondering if you are as turned on as him. You don’t have to reveal yourself to him, your words are just enough to make him cum.

Jungkook begins to jerk off to the photo of your naked body, fantasizing about good how you must feel. You’re giving yourself to him, but he still doesn’t know your name.

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a/n: hehe just a little teaser for y’all! i hope you guys are excited! this is my first time writing ever and i’ve gotten help from some friends on here who are the absolute best!!🥹🥹💞i hope you guys are looking forward to this! chapter one will be out very soon!!! i’ve created a taglist for anyone who’d like to join! (and if i told yall chapter one is already done 🤔)

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blublublujk · 2 months

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nobody knows

mini-series

word count: 3k

genre: established relationship (hard dom x slutty sub)

pairing: hoseok x reader and jungkook x reader

summary:

the older tends to stay up a bit longer than you and he doesn’t know if he’s gone mad or if he genuinely smells a different scent on you, but he does. he knows that scent so well, but he knows he must be going crazy. jungkookie? that virgin couldn’t fuck a girl even if she was sent on a silver platter to him. hoseok shakes the thoughts out of his head and pulls you in closer, his grip is so tight, almost as if he’s trying to prove his point. he’d be damned if his slut was being used by anyone else than him. but just how much were you willing to get away with?

warnings: [please read if you are sensitive] hard dom hoseok!!, slutty sub reader!!, hoseok is not nice ok but he isn't terrible i promise, hoseok is extremely possessive, cheating involved but you would too so, explicit sexual content: rough sex, filming during sex, blowjob, sexual thoughts, virgin jungkook, voyeurism, falls between lines of dubious consent, sexting, breast play, nipple piercings, if i missed anything fuck me

a.n: hi there, it's me wanting to start something super unrelated to what i had in mind, but i've been going thru it again so please be easy and patient with me. i'll be dedicating whatever time i have on this for right now since i don't have the mental for something super creative and too long, i'm not really sure where this will go, it’s more like word rambling with no direction just seeing where this leads me, but please lmk if you have anything you wanna see. everything is lowercase because this is just gonna be super sloppy from start to finish. im gonna have fun with this so i hope you do too. see you next time!

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hoseok records everything because why wouldn’t he? he records absolutely everything because he wants to look back at old times and remember how desperate you became while slurping his dick down. every time you would pull away he would shove you back down, forcing you to deep throat. hoseok would bring the phone right up to your face, flashing light and all so he could get a good image of how pretty and wet your eyelashes would get. “stick it out for me baby, show the camera how you get.”

obviously, you listen (you’re the best sub) and hoseok loves it. he loves the cockslut you turn into, how dumb you get whenever his dick is pulled from his baggy jeans. begging for him to fill your pathetic hole. sometimes he makes sure you spend weeks without it so you reminisce about how delicious he felt shoving himself brutally into your tight walls.

hoseok couldn’t wait to show all the members to brag about how disciplined his little subby angel was, watch their expressions fall as you took him like the good girl you were, mouth slack and moaning like a bitch in heat for him.

and when jungkook starts begging for a turn because he’s never experienced that with anyone in his life. how could he anyways! he was practically forced into the industry at such a young age and didn’t have any time to explore himself sexually. he’s extremely frustrated and wants to experience sex just once in his life!

jungkook begged just once for it, but hoseok hyung was so mean! he would force the younger to watch while he took you from the back and fucked you drunk. jungkook couldn’t do anything, but watch and whine. he would grow desperate hearing you through walls and sometimes even finding your slick-cum filled panties all over the dorm.

the more he begged the more hoseok pulled back and continued to tease him about it. jungkook thought maybe he could never have you, but for the live shows from time-to-time were enough and the videos hoseok would take after cumming all over your pretty ass, claiming his bitch once and for all. jungkook lives with that for now. he can’t have you, but that is close enough.

at the same time, hoseok doesn’t think he will ever share you. no questions asked, he’s just too mean, extremely possessive of what is his. he doesn’t share and will never fucking share. for as long as he lives, you will live off his cock and be thankful for all he gives you.

but hoseok is an extremely hard worker, spending too much time in his studio and hours on end in the practice room.

fortunately for you, it’s just enough time for the tricks up your sleeve.

it started off like this, you would wait until you were sure hoseok was gone and didn’t plan on returning home until late. sometimes, he spent nights in his studio, one could never know being on hoseok’s time.

given that information, jungkook always came home earlier than everyone else, privileges of being the youngest of all members. it’s not at all that he wasn’t hard working, the others simply worked too much and too hard. jungkook was much more lenient about his time and always allowed himself to rest when it was needed. that being said, it was too easy.

“jungkookie?”

when he doesn’t reply, you assume he’s either one, showering, or two he’s dozed off. either way, that simply won’t do.

“jungkookie?” this time you are louder, knocking three times at his door.

jungkook opens his door, hair disheveled and sleepy wide-eyed. “noona?”

“ah, sorry. i need some help.” jungkook can’t help the way he practically eats you with his gaze, though he tries to hide it. you were in the shortest shorts he’s ever seen and a tank that squeezed your breasts together. that boy would drool over it, if it wasn’t basically forbidden. hoseok made himself very clear, what’s his is his.

“what can i help you with noona?” sweet and as respectful as ever, jungkook smiles even after you awaken him from his slumber.

“i wanted to watch a movie in the living room, but for some reason the tv doesn’t wanna turn on. can you help me fix it?” your tone is short of suggestive, but jungkook is as innocent as ever.

“of course noona, joon hyung probably messed with it this weekend and never bothered fixing it. you know how it is, let me see what i can do.” living in a condo with seven other men usually meant you would constantly run through problems as such. of course by now, you were used to it and nothing ever really bothered you anymore. they were all really kind and respectful of you, regardless of everything they have seen (hoseok really loves to show off what’s his and doesn’t give a damn what anybody thinks, you were perfect for him). whatever you needed or wanted, you would have it. all you had to do was open your mouth and any of the guys would run to the rescue.

“thank you jungkookie, noona’s sorry for always bothering you.” you really aren’t.

“nonsense noona! i’ll always do what i can to help you.” jungkook bends down to assess the tv more properly, and for a minute, he actually struggles finding the source of the problem. while he’s turned around, you shove your tank down, making sure your tits nearly hang out of the fabric, just enough to entice him, but he continued his search not bothering to turn back around.

“jungkookie—”

“a-ha! found the issue noona, the tv was just unplugged. joon hyung must have forgotten to replug it. all fixed!” jungkook turns back around, proud smile on his face.

“ah! silly me. i must have not noticed.” except for you did because twenty minutes ago, you unplugged it yourself to do exactly what you were about to do next. “well, i’ll let you rest now. don’t mind me. noona will be here watching a movie if you need anything. unless… you want to watch with me? noona’s very lonely these days.”

“what will you be watching?” the younger’s eyes narrow as if contemplating his answer.

“iron man?” it comes off as a question, although somewhere along the lines you recall jungkook clearly expressing his love for the superhero. you couldn’t be too far off.

his face immediately lights up. bingo.

“of course, i’ll watch with you! i’ll be right back, let me bring some popcorn!” with that, he leaves you behind and you make yourself comfortable. thank god jungkook was so clueless, he had yet to even notice your questionable choice of clothing. you were practically selling yourself bare. his eyes dropped from time-to-time, but jungkook was super respectful. at least, he tried to be.

“didn’t know if you preferred skittles or reeses pieces, but i brought both.” jungkook hands them off, soft smile on his face, his bangs nearly covering his eyes.

“thank you jungkookie, make yourself comfortable!”

by his own means of comfortability, he plops himself at a very respectful distance from you, too respectful even and it frustrates you a bit, for now you settle that at least you've gotten this far.

the movie starts off a bit slow for your liking, but jungkook seems to be enchanted by the damn film from the start, not once does he take his eyes off the stupid screen. mouth stuffed with fluffy popcorn as he sips on some soda.

“want some?” he gestures at the bowl of popcorn and you quickly shake your head. jungkook turns his attention back to the screen and continues watching the movie happily.

“it’s chilly no?” you say after some minutes, he doesn’t seem to notice you get a bit closer. stalking him like some predator. it’s really not chilly at all, but even if you were, your choice of clothing is not very helpful.

jungkook pauses and shakes his head. “not really, i’ll bring you a blanket though!”

curse him for being so sweet and cute. at this rate, you’ll get nowhere and it’s frustrating as fuck.

“here you go, noona. need anything else?” jungkook lays the blanket over you, covering you up entirely. for fuck sake, does he not get the hint. your outfit is practically useless now!

“no, that’s all for now. thank you, kookie.” the boy melts away, he adores when he hears that nickname from his noona. one thing was for sure, hoseok was extremely lucky.

the movie carries on and you almost fall asleep midway. from time-to-time, you hear a few audible reactions coming from jungkook. a few gasps here and there as if he hasn’t watched this movie ten thousand other times and you aren’t sure if your vision has gotten worse or if you saw jungkook tear up, he was quick to shake his tears away so you both go on acting as if nothing happened.

your phone buzzes at some point in the movie and it could only be one other person.

daddy: send nudes

me: can’t rn

daddy: why not?

me: watching a movie

daddy: alone?

me: maybe :)

Well, it’s not like you were lying! what he doesn’t know won't kill him.

daddy: behave baby, wouldn’t want me to tie you to the bedpost while i’m gone

hoseok has threatened multiple times to do it and although he’s never done it outside of sex, it’s worrisome the way it turns you on. what you would do for a man to want you that much.

hoseok has made it beyond clear, the members are completely off limits. you just can’t help yourself.

me: daddy’s so mean :(

daddy: yeah, the worst. now do what i asked of you

me: yes daddy

“gonna use the restroom. need something?” jungkook watches as you walk away and quickly shakes his head no. although you can’t see him, you can feel a heavy gaze lingering as you leave the room. shame he doesn’t act on his lust and arousal, but what more can one expect from a nerdy virgin.

with a couple flicks of your juicy tits, you send them over straight away with a simple kiss emoji and make your way back in no time.

jungkook doesn’t even notice your presence until you clear your throat. he smiles at you before he turns his attention back.

daddy: fuck look at you wanna bite those nipples off

me: come do it i’m so horny daddy

daddy: yeah? i’ll fuck it out of you this weekend

me: that’s too long, i want it now

daddy: that’s too bad isn’t it?

me: why are you so mean :(

daddy: i gotta go, behave and don't play with yourself you know i don’t like my shit used

though you are tempted to send the rolling eyes emoji, you hold it in for your sake, you prefer to keep your pussy intact, thank you very much. hoseok is strictly against pleasing yourself while he’s gone and you understand why to some degree.

it’s like edging, the sex is just ten times better. you both are more horny, your pussy is much tighter— wetter. you're much needier, desperate even. he does it all for good reason, but what can he do about the fact that you just need a little more. maybe you truly are the slut he says you are and you are about to get what you need, one way or another. someone is bound to give it to you. men are dogs either way.

you throw your phone aside and attempt to watch the movie again, cuddling yourself, though you much rather be bare and bouncing on dick. we can’t have everything in life, sadly.

“kookie, noona’s still cold.” you say with one last attempt at this. if he really doesn’t break this time, what else can you fucking do. you’ve already thrown yourself bare and he barely moved.

“oh? should i get another—” jungkook’s words die at his throat when he feels you lay on his chest, your ass sits on his thigh and he nearly chokes on spit. “n-noona.”

“this will work just fine jungkookie, thank you.”

if hoseok knew the reality of the situation, he would kill you. that itself accelerates you more than anything.

jungkook is a bit awkward at first, but he eventually comes through and starts getting comfortable himself, even going as far as laying a hand on your back.

for a few minutes it stays like that, a bit too quiet for your liking, but you could hear his calming breaths as they leave his body. he smells so fresh, a bit of lavender detergent. god, you want to rip him out of his clothes and show him a good time, if only he let you or much better asked you.

“noona, something is stabbing me. sorry can you?”

with a confused expression, you pull off and his eyes land on the exact issue. you almost fail to hide the smile creeping its way on your face.

“oh! sorry, that’s my nipple piercings.”

jungkook immediately goes red and starts coughing. “oh! no sorry it’s okay, yeah i’m sorry.”

“have you ever seen nipple piercings in person kookie?”

jungkook just shakes his head, cheeks still burning pink. “i know jimin-hyung has them, but he doesn’t show them off like that.”

oh? that was news to you. you’re intrigued, but for now you handle what is in front of you.

“ah, wanna see?”

jungkook’s eyes almost fall out of his head. “w-what about hoseok-hyung?”

“it’s not like we are doing anything wrong? i can just show you quickly, you know, for scientific purposes.” please let this work, you were on your last chance.

“o-okay.” jackpot.

you start by lowering one strap and jungkook’s breath hitches as he watches very closely as more skin becomes uncovered. carefully, you pull at both straps until they have fallen and your tits bounce deliciously as they drop from your flimsy tank.

jungkook stopped breathing seconds ago, without thinking he pokes at the rod of steel, big-eyes curious and full of stars. “is that?”

“bunnies.” you smile at him sweetly. “they’re little bunnies, just like you.”

without another word said, jungkook clears his throat and turns red. “i- i’m sorry. i shouldn't have touched.”

you shrug. “it’s okay, i didn’t mind.”

“does it hurt?” the younger asks while still not being able to take his eyes off. iron man be gone.

“no, not at all. you can touch, if you want.”

jungkook seems to contemplate it for a few seconds before his hand covers yours, holding the perfect mounds of flesh in his palms. he thumbs your piercings in awe, he didn’t even know those types of piercings existed.

for a few seconds, he does just that. he caresses your soft bare skin, barely putting any pressure as he squeezes them. he’s definitely getting a bit handsy and carried away, but who are you to call his attention. plus you don’t mind one bit, in fact this is exactly what you wanted and you got it.

it ends as soon as it starts. jungkook lets go of your breasts and shyly looks away. he allows for you to tuck them back inside before he looks back over. “t-thank you, noona.”

“of course.” any time is stuck in your throat, but you bite your tongue and instead watch the movie like you both are supposed to be doing.

the movie resumes as if nothing happened and it eventually ends. you can’t even be disappointed because you got farther than you thought you would have, but tonight you’ll sleep a bit more comfortably.

“thank you for watching with me jungkookie, see you tomorrow. goodnight.” just as jungkook is about to reply, he feels a soft kiss on his cheek and he freezes once more. the younger’s face instantly flushes and it takes him so long to form words together. jungkook doesn’t believe his luck or is this his punishment? maybe he’s going insane.

“goodnight.” he breathes out before you slip out of his hands and into your room. a room you share with his hoseok-hyung, god if he ever knew, he would kill you both.

jungkook sleeps with one eye open that night, feeling guilty and a bit ashamed. he doesn’t even jerk off like he normally does, tossing and turning all fucking night. it’s not his fault, is it? he doesn’t know what he was doing anyways. he’s a total loser and he feels like one.

in another room, you aren’t even sure what time hoseok makes it back home, but you do feel the instant he roughly pulls you against his body. flush end against his front, he’s super cold from being out so late so you feel yourself shiver in his hold. you aren’t sure if you are shivering because of that or because you’re scared he’ll smell jungkook’s calming scent all over you. who are you kidding though, he won’t. you’ll be fine and it’s definitely all in your head, that’s what you get for trying your luck.

hoseok remains quiet as he takes a huge whiff of your hair and kisses down your throat gently. his hand is heavy on your stomach, rubbing circles.

“daddy?”

“go back to sleep baby.” hoseok’s voice is deep and firm as he whispers and that eases you back to sleep.

hoseok shakes the thoughts out of his head and pulls you in closer, his grip is so tight, almost as if he’s trying to prove his point. he’d be damned if his slut was being used by anyone else than him.

but just how much were you willing to get away with?

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madaqueue · 1 month

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Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 3

synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, fluff, smut. kissing, grinding, a hint of jealousy. 18+, MDNI

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i told y'all we're getting there >:)

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The words echo in your head as you process the situation unfolding around you. “Like we used to,” a sentence you had uttered only minutes earlier, yet this was notably very different from the way you and Yuji used to hang out when you were together over the past few years.

For starters, his lips were on your neck as you moaned softly in his ear.

Just moments prior, Yuji heard your affirmation that you would be staying the night. In your mind, you anticipated watching a movie, eating dinner together, and maybe playing some stupid video game until you fell asleep. However, Yuji has other ideas. As soon as he sees you smile at him with an arm around his shoulders, it’s like a switch flipped in his brain.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers. There is no hint of the normal jokiness in his voice.

“What, you need more practice?” you chuckle, trying to lighten the suddenly tense mood.

But Yuji doesn’t waiver, his eyes still staring into yours. He slowly glances down to your lips and back up to your eyes. “I don’t know, isn’t that what people do on dates?” continuing with a serious tone.

“Um, I-I guess, if-” you start.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he notes, now just staring at your lips.

You swallow. “W-what question?” You don’t know what’s come over you that’s gotten you so nervous you stutter.

“Can I kiss you? Or have you forgotten already, sweets?” he hums with a smirk. Again with that nickname - you feel butterflies and, suddenly, that familiar pulsing between your legs.

What the hell is going on? Why is Yuji acting like this? And why does it make you want him so badly?

You nod. “Yes, you can kiss me,” you say, nearly a whisper.

Yuji’s smirk turns into a full smile as he moves one of his hands from the bed onto your waist, keeping his eyes on your lips as he slowly moves his head towards yours. His mouth meets yours softly, just like last time. Yuji suddenly plunges his tongue against yours, surprising you compared to the gentleness of your last kiss. The act forces you to gasp as you try to fight back an involuntary moan, only opening your mouth further. He uses his hand on your waist to push you down onto your back as he rolls on top of you, his other hand moving up to the side of your ribs. The movement sends shivers down your spine. You place one hand on his, guiding it from your waist to under your shirt and beneath your bra until his rough palm covers the sides of your breast. His fingers brush over your firm nipple and you can’t hold back a moan.

Yuji pulls away from the kiss for a moment to look down at you and smile before brushing your hair to the side and moving to kiss your neck. He places gentle pecks along your jawline as he moves down to your collarbone. At the same, he moves his knee up between your legs, with only his sweat pants and your suddenly soaked panties separating you.

Shit, you hope he can’t feel how wet you are right now. All this just from a little making out?

He pulls you out of your thoughts by biting gently at the space right above your collarbone, forcing another moan out of your throat as you instinctively thrust your hips up against his leg, trying to get any friction on your throbbing cunt.

The action must have surprised Yuji because he suddenly moves his head away from your neck to look over you again, this time with a worried look on his face. “Are you okay?” he questions, genuine concern in his voice.

“Y-yeah, why? Why’d you stop?” you try to respond, your voice wavering so much it almost comes out a whine.

“You just moved and I-I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurting you,” he explains, his face starting to flush. “This is still kind of new to me, so I don’t really know what feels good or not…” he trails off.

You feel the strong urge to comfort him, letting him know how good he was making you feel, but all you’re able to get out is a simple “No, it didn’t hurt.” He moves his eyes back up to yours, so you continue, “It was actually really, really good, Yu.” A weak smile forms on your face as you try to pull yourself out of the intense moment you were just experiencing.

Yuji takes the praise in stride. “Really?” he beams. “What did you think of the flirting before we started, was that good? Or was it too much?”

Things suddenly start to click into place - that’s why Yuji was acting so weird before kissing you, that’s where all the confidence came from, and that’s definitely why you were so into it. He was playing a character, and you were attracted to that character, not to him, right?

“I’m going to take your silence as a ‘Yes Yuji you were perfect, don’t change a thing,’” he laughs, breaking you out of your thoughts. He rolls off to the side so he’s no longer on top of you and looks up at the ceiling. “That thing you did, guiding my hand, that was also super good, I would definitely do that again,” he thinks aloud to himself.

So this really is just practice to him. “Thanks,” you chuckle, trying not to get too in your head about it. “So, are we gonna eat or what? I was promised dinner, remember?” you try to change the subject as you slow your breathing. Yuji practically leaps off the bed at your question to grab the bag of food before tossing it onto the bed next to you, grinning incessantly the whole time.

He turns on the TV on the other side of the room to an old episode of some cartoon you used to watch together as kids and the two of you eat in silence on his bed. When the episode finishes, you both yawn in unison and move to lay down under the covers. He wraps an arm around you as you rest your head on his chest. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead before you both ease into sleep.

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You wake up to the sounds of Yuji gently snoring as sunlight illuminates the room through the closed blinds. For a moment, you relish the peace, until it’s rudely broken by a familiar buzzing. You search around for your phone until you glance at the bedside table and see it’s Yuji’s phone lighting up.

Incoming call: “Nobara - Econ 301”

You blink as you process the words on the screen and Yuji groans next to you. “What time is it?” he asks, still groggy. He glances over at his phone to check and sees the incoming call, immediately grabbing the phone off the table and answering. “Hey Nobara!” he says into the phone, his voice slightly deeper than normal but as cheery as ever. “Yep, still on for tonight, I can’t wait! See you then!” he lowers the phone and hangs up.

You feel a pit in your stomach - why was she calling him so early? Why did he have to answer? Why couldn’t she have just texted him? Why doesn’t he ever sound that happy when he talks to you?

No, you aren’t doing this. You are not getting jealous over Yuji. You have known each other for years and you’ve never run into this before. No, this is just the cold tacos from last night sitting poorly, you’re sure of it.

Yuji pokes your shoulder, pulling you out of your inner spiral. “Hey, do you wanna go get breakfast? The dining hall is doing an omelette bar today and if you say ‘pretty please’ they’ll give you enough cheese it comes out sitting in grease, it’s awesome,” he reminisces.

“Thanks, but I have to pass. Unfortunately, I have actual classes I have to attend,” you tease as you sit up and move towards the edge of the bed. “By the way, can I borrow a pair of your sweats? I don’t really feel like walking across campus in that dress from last night, it kind of feels like a lot for 9:00 in the morning.”

“Of course!” he responds, pointing toward one of the drawers in his closet. As he does so, he realizes you could have asked him last night so you could go back to your room - hell, he wouldn’t have blamed you after he spilled what was definitely an over-full cup of wine on a dress he secretly hoped you’d wear again everyday for the rest of your life because you looked so stunning in it. And yet, you stayed. Why?

This time, you were the one to pull him out of his thoughts as you walk back over to him. His heart nearly leaps out of his chest as he sees you in his oversized t-shirt and grey sweatpants, matching the ones he still had on from last night. They somehow fit you perfectly even though they hang loosely off your body. You feel his eyes scanning your body. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you joke and his eyes immediately meet yours. He lifts his fingers up to his face forming a fake camera and pretends to take a picture of you, causing both of you to laugh.

“Oh this is a good one,” he giggles, looking intently at the nonexistent picture in his empty palms.

You play along, “Well now you’ve gotta show me!” You jump forward onto the bed, practically tackling him as you both laugh at the stupid joke you’re making.

Letting your laughter die down, a sense of peace settles upon both of you. You look Yuji in the eyes and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for last night, it was really special,” you hum. “Oh, and um, good luck on your date tonight.” You try to force a smile and hope he doesn’t notice as you hop off the bed and walk towards the door. “You’re gonna do great.”

“Only thanks to the amazing practice I got last night,” he flashes you a grin, still sitting on his bed. “Text me when you get back to your dorm, okay?”

“Will do,” you say, turning the handle and walking out of his room, trying to ignore the butterflies still in your stomach.

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After heading back to your dorm and changing, you walk into what is thankfully your only class on Fridays: biology. You push through the heavy doors into the giant lecture hall and scan for an open seat, when you suddenly recognize someone you certainly didn’t expect to see.

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<We're friends, right?>

Josuke Higashikata x reader

cw: nsfw, nipple play(m. receiving), unprotected sex, dry humping, cockwarming, josuke being awkward but also a sex beast

Being friends with the popular Josuke has really turned out to be a whole rollercoaster of emotions. Him being a troublemaker and getting in a lot of musty stuff would always end up with a new funny story to tell your friends about.

Not only was it fun to hang around with him, but also you've noticed how you'd start developing a habit of analyzing his facial features and staring at his handsome? ridiculous face whenever you'd got the chance to.

Moreover, most of the times when girls were drooling over him you would always brush it off or even find it annoying because you couldn't understand how the hell is that head of a walking nest attractive. Now, things have somehow changed. Whenever a girl would compliment him or try and get his attention, you'd feel a tight, uncomfortable feeling in your chest.

Was it.. Could it be jealousy? Nah, you must have been out of your mind to think of your old best friend Higashikata in a more than a friend way. Or so you'd make yourself to believe.

Talking of him, the lunch break should start soon, so you'll get some alone time with the so said friend, since Okuyasu is skipping classes today and Koichi felt off and went to the school nurse.

Usually, you'd be excited and looking forward to spending some of your own time with Josuke however for some reason you feel anxious and even nervous about the idea of being all alone with him.

Here comes the moment, the bell rings alerting the class that it's lunch time. You watch as everyone sits up and walks through the main door while chatting and laughing with their friend groups, when suddenly your boy best friend snaps you out of your trance by bumping you over your shoulder.

"What are you waiting for? It's the lunch break, let's go" You look up to where the deep voice is coming from, greeted with Josuke's plain expression and his pair of ocean blue eyes making contact with yours.

"Right" You send him a somehow fake smile, trying to hide your emotions and intrusive thoughts so that he wouldn't worry about you.

You stand up from your place, and both of you head to the "secret place" found by Okuyasu, which is actually the school's closet.

***

Settling right next to his place on the floor, you open your bento and start to quietly enjoy your food. Glancing over to Josuke, you can't help but take note of the video game he's playing: his favorite Eyes of heaven. Surely, he's crazy over this kind of games.

You poke at his side teasingly "Can't take your eyes off that game even when it's just the two of us, huh?" At that he scoffs, mumbling something about how you're gonna make him lose.

"Well, Okuyasu didn't come to school today so what am I supposed to do, right?" Ouch. Did he just make a hint saying you're boring to talk to?

"So you're saying you find me boring?" The question came out more aggressive than you thought, which gave away the way you don't like the fact of him thinking you're no fun.

He stops his game, turning over to look at you "Huh?? I never said that. It's just that you have more things in common with Koichi, I don't really know how to start a conversation with you properly."

You pause for a little, processing everything he's saying. You're considering him your friend, best friend even. You always enjoy your time with him at the top of your free time and you find him very interesting. Did he ever say he enjoys spending time with you tho?

Now that you think of it, you don't remember that he ever called you his friend or started a conversation with you first. What if he didn't even think of you as a friend, and just a classmate?

The doubts running through your head were starting to bring anxiety to you, and without even thinking about it, the words slip past your lips "Josuke?"

The tone of your voice alerted him, gaining his attention as he curiously waited for you to continue what you're willing to say.

"We're friends, right?"

The room fell silent, some weird type of tension growing between the two of you, making you uncomfortable. You always felt so cozy around Josuke, feeling like this around him is unusual for you.

JoJo blinks dumbfonded, trying to figure out what was the point of the question. He's always thought of you as a close friend, were you having doubts about the two of yours relationship?

"Uh, I guess it's obvious we are, isn't it?" His words make you sigh out of relief, but also bring your senses back and make you realize how awkward and embarrassing your random thought sounded. "Why would you ask me that? Is everything alright?"

Oh well, now the tension is building up again. Sometimes you wish you could stuff your mouth so that you couldn't get one stupid word out of it.

Josuke shifts closer to you, his face close enough to yours to feel his hot breath on your skin. You look into his eyes that hold worry and nothing but pure care.

"You know you can always tell me if something bothers you. I care about you"

Yeah.. He cares about you. You knew you had to be grateful for such an amazing friend you've got, but right now something inside of you makes you wish he cared about you as more than a friend.

"What if I don't want you to care about me like that" What are you doing? You think you've lost your mind as you let all of your thoughts come out and bring honesty in the sentences you're whispering while gazing down.

Well now he is confused. Josuke can do nothing but raise his eye brow in confusion, straightening up and scratching the back of his head. "You don't want me to care bout you? I don't quiet get it, Y/n"

He looks truly dumbfounded, his blue eyes making a perfect expression of what confusion means. You start thinking, he's actually always been handsome, you just didn't want to admit it to yourself. In the back of your mind, you've been scared he wouldn't see you as a more than a friend thing, that's why you would deny your own feelings.

Taking risk for everything you and Higashikata had gone through together, you make up your mind to follow your heart at the moment. You were sure you'd regret it later no matter what the outcome would be, but you couldn't care less in the moment when you had the perfect opportunity to do what all of his fangirls couldn't, to take advantage of the way hes so close to you.

You shift on your fours, putting a hand on Josuke's chest and pushing him against the wall behind him. Your cheeks are flushed red, mouth hanging open and arousal taking over your senses as you feel the muscles of his chest flex and move under your finger tips.

"U-uhm.. Y/n?" He brings back focus to his face, seeing how he's absolutely shocked and poor boy doesn't know what is happening right now. He looks so lost and confused, you decide to speak up about your intentions.

"I want you to care about me as more than a friend, Josuke" You can feel him gasp inaudibly and you feel the way his heartbeat increases in speed. When you're sure in the fact he isn't in fact stopping you, you continue your assault on him.

Supporting yourself with a hand on his shoulder, you use your other hand to settle yourself on top of his thighs, sitting down in his lap and put the hand on his chest.

When you finally look up to catch in his reactions, you're actually surprised to notice the way his nose is a cute shade of pinkish now, along with the very top of his ears. His eyes are glazy and shine while he bores into your own eyes.

"You're so handsome, JoJo.."

You want to.. Gosh you want to touch him so bad, you want to continue being close to him, yet you don't know how to ask permission for that without feeling beyond embarrassed.

As if he could read your thoughts, Josuke places one of his large hands firmly on your waist, somehow pressing you down further on his lap, which resulted into you gasping for air when you made contact with his crotch.

"I... Please, touch me however you want to.." The husky words leaving his mouth send shivers down your spine and onto your already throbbing cunt. You bite your lip, bringing your face into the place where his neck meets his shoulders and whine desperately into his ear.

You lick onto the smooth skin, biting once there and there and leaving occasional love marks. You suck on one special spot on his muscular neck, which leads to him grunting silently and bucking his hips up to yours.

"I want you, Josuke" You keen, carding your fingers through his hair on the back of his neck and tug slightly while humping onto his now hard bulge. You feel the outline of his cock digging into the plush of your pussy, pressing nicely against your clothed clit.

Moaning slightly, you pull back to take a look at your friends expression. His facial features have always been so defined and masculine, it was hard for you to hold back from licking a stripe over his cheek. Instead, you focus your attention on his plump lips.

You grind once more onto his twitching hard on, brushing over his upper back with your hands. Meeting his gaze, you gave him a desperate look "Kiss me, please kiss me, wanna taste you.."

"Mmh, o-oh fuck" Josuke groans, suddenly gripping you tightly by your waist and bringing your chest to his with force. He pecks your lips gently, experimenting with your actual desires at first.

You protest with a pout, and he reacts by chuckling smugly at the way you're so desperate. You reach over to kiss him on your own now. Your lips move against his mouth harshly, and you slip your tongue on his lips, trying to get him even closer than you already are.

You can't help the smile creeping on your face when he opens up, letting you take the lead and going with the flow while helping you grind still against his cock. You return to his neck, leaving wet kisses up and down to his chest, and you fist around with the end of his shirt.

"Take it off for me? Please" He hurriedly does as you say, breathing heavily and his black hair is now as messy as ever from your hands playing with it earlier. Strands of his hair cover his flushed face, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Once his upper clothes are thrown mindlessly on the cold floor, you can do nothing but stare in awe at his anatomy. His huge muscle pecs and his perked up nipples are just begging for attention and you desperately grab onto the muscles around his nipples, gropling them.

"A-ah.. Please nng" Josuke begs, closing his eyes and rolling his head over in bliss. You feel his dick twitch hardly in his pants, letting you know just how much he enjoys this whole new spectre of emotions.

"You like it, don't you?" You tease, inching closer and sliding your tongue over his nipple. He moans loudly, clearly not expecting you to start sucking on his tits. It was something new for him, and yet he sure as hell enjoyed it a lot.

Josuke reached over and held on your hair, not knowing whether to bring your mouth closer or to pull you away. The feeling of your wet muscle playing with his sensitive skin while your fingers pinched and groped the other pec was too good for him to handle.

The bell has long since ringed announcing the end of the lunch break, yet both of you were too mind struck by the pleasure and arousal you were experiencing to give a single damn about it.

"Ohhh fuck yeah, m-more, don't stop" He sounds like a mindless whore, and God his voice was blissful. You were getting so wet that you could feel your own arousal seeping through the fabric of your pants.

You wanted to.. Fuck you wanted to feel him filling you up in all of them right places. Gently, you pulled back from his chest and massaged the bruises that were already starting to form there, all the while Josuke was pouting and complaining about you stopping your ministrations.

"Relax big boy, I'm not going anywhere." You sat up on your knees, taking off your lower clothing and rubbing your fingers onto your leaking cunt. "Mmm yess.." You moaned gently, watching the way Josuke was staring at the way your fingers worked over your core. Drool pooled out of the corner of his mouth, eyes shimmering with tears of need and craving for you.

"Come on, JoJo, please.. I need your cock inside of me, want you so bad.." You whined loudly, reaching down to fistle around with his belt. Once you disregarded him of it, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, pushing them down just enough for his cock to spring out.

Huge. It was fucking huge, the biggest and the thickest dick you have ever seen in your life. Heavy balls squishing against the waistband of his underwear and pretty glistening tip burning with desire.

You whimpered at the sight of it, bringing your hand up to your mouth and coating the palm of it with your spit, just to bring it back down and wrap your fist around his cock.

You gripped it tightly, spreading the saliva on his red tip and using it as lube. You give it firm and slow strokes, squeezing at his tip and fisting down at the base of it.

He was so thick that your hand couldnt even close right around it. Sliding his cock against your dripping wet pussy, you push the tip of his cock inside of you and your mouth opens in a silent scream.

The stretch was unreal, it was expected tho looking at the size he was gifted with. But the expressions he was making as your walls squeezed at his cock tightly were totally worth the feeling.

"Ahh, fuck please.. Y-you're so tight, God" Josuke thrusted his hips up, getting half way in all at once and you screamed. It hurt, yet for gods sake did it hurt so good. "Feels so good, wan' more" He pushed your hips down with his hands in one swift motion, bottoming out inside of you completely.

You gasped as you fell on his chest, hands grasping helplessly at his broad muscular shoulders while you could do nothing but whimper and sob at the immense stretch his cock had on your cunt.

"Ohhh shit, so fucking good. Just like that" Without even giving you a moment to adjust, he started pulling out of you, just to push back in with all the force he had. You moaned loudly, biting onto his neck hard and for surely leaving a mark there.

"Josuke, p-please.. Wait, ugh- it's too much" You pleaded, leaving crescent marks on his pale skin while gripping tightly at his bare back. Josuke chuckles, deep voice sending trembles down your spine.

"I've already waited long enough for this" You're stunned at the way his behavior immediately changed, his voice being rougher than usually as he grabs at your ass and starts pounding in and out of you, balls slapping against your skin.

"I've wanted this for so long.." He continues, grasping at your hair suddenly and pulling you back from his neck, making eye contact with you. ".. Fucked my fist to memories of you for so long" He licks his lips before kissing you roughly and biting at your lips.

His tongue licks over your own, desperate panting sharing between the two of you as he still fucks you dumbly. When he finally pulls away, his cheeks are rosy deep, sweat trickling down his neck and forehead and you moan out at his unfocused eyes.

You're lost in the pleasure as you realize, you're able to feel him, to see him like this, all vulnerable and so fucking deep into you. Not anyone else, not those annoying girls always trying to get his attention, its you who can touch and grasp at his perfect skin and features.

You whimper, letting your head fall down as you're only able to sit there and take whatever pleasure he gives you. Yet josuke won't have this, he squishes your cheeks together and lifts your face up, smirking all the while "Look at me, look at your best friend fucking you"

Josuke focuses on the way your face contorts into pleasure, and the way his slick cock is sliding in and out of you is so sinful he can't help but throw his head back and moan out shamelessly.

In the heat of the moment, you grab onto the hand that's keeping your head in place, bringing his attention back to you while his cock ruins your insides. You look straight into his eyes, smiling dumbly, trying to somehow tell him how good it feels even tho your mind is just a puddle of nothing.

Josuke's expression softens at that, and he brings down his hand to play at your clit "Come on pretty, cum on my dick." He flicks and presses down on it, repeating the same motions at an immense speed "Do it for me, right? Do it baby, f-fuck"

His cock is reaching deep inside of you, all the while his fingers are abusing your clit and the sounds that leave his mouth bring you all over the edge and you collapse down onto his shoulders, clenching so tightly on his fat cock and hugging him while you shake and wither around him

"Y-yeah.. Just like that, s-so fucking cute, " Josuke whines out, gritts his teeth and makes a few more lazy thrusts of his cock as it twitches inside of you, and he pulls out quickly, pressing your chests together and jerking off his hard, wet dick before spurting out thick ropes of white cum on your back.

He heaves out, moaning out one last time and pumping his softening cock some more times before relaxing against the wall. He rolls his head up, looking at the blank white ceiling and closing his eyes, smiling at the feeling of your soft breath tickling his skin.

"You're crazy, JoJo, absolutely shameless" You laugh, punching his chest slightly and looking up at him. He chuckles, that deep voice of his you love so much resonating through his chest. "Yeah sure, like you're not the one who just made me cum in a fucking school closet."

"Couldnt help it, I got tired of the bitches trying to hit on you." You confess, gently rubbing his chest and sighing softly. "I had to do it first before they had the chance to" Josuke lifts your face by your chin, giving you a quick peck on the lips and resting his forehead on yours.

"They never had a chance in the first place, Y/n" His words sounded so sincere, filled with nothing but innocence and trust. He blushes lightly "I've always liked you.. Since the first day we started being "friends""

You smiled, happiness filling your heart up as you cuddle up against him and get comfortable before Josuke pushes you away "Hey, don't forget we're still in the school closet, we should start cleaning up here until someone sees us"

"Crap" You look around at the clothes lying on the floor and the drops of cum there that leaked from your back already strating to dry out "You're right on that"

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 14: BONDAGE Trafalgar Law 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @valval08 ➡ Hi @sashi-ya YESSSSSS IM AO EXCITED TO KINK-TOBER!!!! If it is not already taken. Can I please request Law x Female Reader with print number 14 leather straps / bondage. Can the reader be a brat and trying to distract Law from his work as a challenge. So she will send subtle messages. Cause we all know that man needs a break lols 😂 tw: mdni. can be considered part 2 of day 12 . tied with his belts to a chair. fingered while he has a video call. spanks. oral sex. rough sex. name calling. wc: ~2k 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

That night, when the car turned into your love nest, ended with both of you absolutely tired. A lot more than before.

However, work should be done the next day. So, Law, woke up and turned on the computer. At the moment, he was taking some time off from hospital, so he only arranged videocalls to chat with patients and be able to do a follow-up on their states after cardiac surgery.

You wake up, with your body a little sore. It was easier when younger, even if you are sure Law would have left you in the same state either way.

From his room you hear him chatting with someone, and soon remember it must be one of his patients. Yet, the little giggles of such patient were making you a total mess. You get it, Law is absolutely handsome. His dark aura, how intelligent and amazing surgeon that he is, the sound of his low voice, his silver eyes and those tattoos that antagonize with the stereotypical look of a respected doctor… he is by far different. He is more than attractive…

Would it be bad to pass walking right behind him? To show the giggling patient that indeed a man that hot is already taken?

By the time you ponder how mad he could get, you are already walking by covered in his white sheets, wearing just satin shorts underneath. You act surprised when you see the camera, so do a little jump, cover your mouth with your hand, and run away -not before looking at the camera for the stupid patient to see your “do not come any closer to my man or you will perish” look.

Law opens his eyes wide, and his cheeks turn bright red. His caramel skin does very little to cover his embarrassment. And you are trying not to laugh, as you sit down in the kitchen to look at him while he -tries to- keeps working.

The sheets that were covering are now thrown over the couch, and your bare chest flashes on the corner of his eye.

You calmly open a bottle of water -it was needed- and drink calmly as you listen him ask, now a little out of himself, medical question to his patients.

In between patient and patient, who Law seems to asses quick enough to get rid of them all in less than an hour, he scolds you.

“(Name)-ya?! It wasn’t necessary! Why- why are you half naked?” he asks, as if he wasn’t hard already from the “accident” you just had with the bottle of water and the drops of cold one drizzled on your breasts.

“I didn’t know- you could have woke me up. I was thirsty, I wanted water and I could only find out at the kitchen… I’m sorry ~” you purr a fake excuse, while trying to dry the drops on your skin playing so nonchalantly with your nipples.

“I can’t fuck you right now, I still have two patients left” he grunts, crossing his long legs. It’s obvious he is dying to penetrate you right there and now.

“I wasn’t asking for it, please finish your work… I will just eat a banana for breakfast and then get into the shower. Go on...” you smirk, peeling one of the fruits over the kitchen table.

Law closes his eyes, and his dark circles intensify. His “painful” expression can be interpretated as, one; he is worried for the integrity of his dick, or two; he is hating that last patient before he could be free to fuck you rough, or ultimate the number three: option one and two together.

As he sits back down in front of his laptop and waits for the next video conference, you begin eating the banana… well, eating it’s just a bad way to explain what you were doing to that poor potassium fountain… As if he was his dick, you tempt him while enjoying your sweet breakfast.

You can see his leg anxiously bouncing under the desk, and his hand trying to stop you with desperate shaking. You, however, won’t stop. If you can turn him on to the point of not be able to do anything else but fuck you, you will. No matter what.

And by the moment he finally bids goodbye to that poor old man, whose heart has been patched up by Law several times, he closes the laptop in violent motion.

Law stands up, an aura of invisible fire surrounds him. He is mad, and horny and tired but needy.

“You little shit, come here” he grunts, grabbing you by the hand and pulling for you to stand up.

You laugh and choke with the last piece of banana, but immediately stop even breathing. Law gets his lips closer to yours, almost grazing them. And pulls you towards him, mercilessly.

“You brat, If you are that eager to choke, don’t do it now… choke with my dick instead when I’m done” he growls, softly slapping one of your breasts and then sitting you back down.

You widen your eyes. Law can be rougher; it’s just about pushing the right buttons… And while you expect for him to lower his pants down, he simply orders you to wait sitting there. You fidget your fingers, what is he doing?

A couple of minutes pass and then you see him coming from his bedroom with various belts in his hands and perverse smirk.

“Uh… Law? What are those for?” you ask, worried -not really-

“You can’t keep yourself still, therefore I need to tie you down until I’m done with my last patient” he calmly informs you, while expertly joining to belts to make a longer one.

You smile, excited. But are you sure this is gonna be a soft bondage attempt?

“Turn around, kneel on the chair” he commands, pulling from your hair to “help” you.

You gasp, you are in awe… this is a first time, even for you.

Law proceeds to lower your silky satin shorts down, enough to uncover your core. The shorts get stuck at your knees’ height, and he seems pleased with it.

“Spread your legs, now” he commands, carving his nails in the inner side of your thigs.

You do, thinking of the bruises that will appear on the sides of your legs as the arm rests engrave in your skin.

Your feet hang down, and your ankles quickly feel the cold surface of his leather belts securing them to the chair’s arm rests support.

Law then surround the chair to watch your both confused and amazed façade.

“Your hands. Pass them in between the open spaces of the splat” he orders, pulling from them to tie your wrists together with the belt.

You allow him to move and position as he pleases, as his personal doll. However, you are still confused by the fact there is yet another patient he needs to attend. Did that person cancelled the videocall? Or what is he planning to do?

“Law… wha- what about your last patient?” you ask, but he definitely stays quiet. And suddenly you sense him pulling from the chair until you are left right next to his desk.

“I told you that I had to keep you still somehow, and this, I think, is the best way. If you dare to make any sound while I’m on the videocall, I will leave you there for the rest of the day without fucking you” he informs you. Law isn’t playing, and you wonder if he has always been that kind of sadist. In any case, you are excited to see what’s next -and how to stay silent all throughout the videocall-

You nod and wait.

He sits down, moves the laptop to the side so that the camera won’t be facing you in any way, and proceeds to wait for his patient. He seems to ignore you, until his arm stretches, and his index begins to play with the wetness of your labia. Now you understand why you should keep yourself quiet.

Law seems to be unbothered while he finally starts the consultation with his patient. It is a woman, who seems to be also flirting with him. Your toes curl and imagine in pure jealousy how she might be fluttering her eyelashes to him… however, as if nothing happened, in angle that couldn’t be seen in the web cam, the one being fingered by Law was no other woman but you.

You bite your lip, trying not to moan. Your eyes shut close, praying for the outside noise cancelling microphone would cover your low whimpers when he uses the perfect beckoning motions on you.

All of a sudden, Law laughs with his patient and takes his fingers out of you. You are dying to moan louder, to mark some territory. But you remember his words… staying there all day and above all not getting fucked is enough punishment not to disobey him.

As he has stopped touching you, you keep dripping unstoppable strings of pleasure. Imagery that Law checks in quick side looks towards you. He is probably wanting to end with the meeting as soon as possible… but maybe not. Maybe leaving you needy, as you did with him, sounds better.

Your breasts are squeezed against the backrest of the chair, and with subtle up and down motions you try to reach for some pleasure by grazing them with it. But nothing seems to be enough… you really want Law’s dick inside one of your holes.

When you finally listen to the words “You are doing great, Miss Hancock. I will need you to come to my office next month. Send my salutes to your husband, Luffy” you smirk… now, the moment he closes his laptop, he will be all yours…

Or rather you, will be all his.

“Look at the mess you made, (Name)-ya…” he grunts, giving you a spank on your ass.

You flinch but moan out of pleasure. It felt unexpectedly hot to be slapped so suddenly.

“Will you fuck me now, Law ~? I kept it quiet and still…” you purr, proud of your submissive behaviour.

Law scoffs, standing right in front of you. His pants fall to the ground, and his hard dick flashes its erection close to your lips.

“Not yet, I promise you to choke first. You were hungry, weren’t you?” he smirks, grabbing you by the hair to guide your mouth to his throbbing tip.

You gag, choking as he said with his sex reaching your throat. He is punishing you with deep thrusts, using your mouth until he is satisfied with the tears running from the corner of your eyes to your cheeks.

You fight against your muscles turning weak, and you keep taking his hardness in your mouth like his good girl. Proud surgeon, he felt, to see you looking up at him while getting “orally” abused.

Satisfied with your noises and strings of saliva sprouting from the commissures of your lips, he finally lets you breath and positions at your back.

“Now, (Name)-ya… you deserve to be fucked” he moans in your ear, after bending over your back while grazing your entrance with his saliva coated dick.

“F… fuck me, please… Law… my knees…” you plead, with your knees already in pain from holding your weight, but eager to get penetrated by his extra horny self.

He carves his fingers on your left ass cheek, pulling up and to the side to spread you enough for him to go deep. He guides his sex with his free hand, and his goatee graces your nape. “Get ready to be wrecked. You played too much with me, and I’m specially hard in the mornings”

You tremble, his voice right in your ear… his scent, the weight of his body on yours, how open you are, the tip slipping inside…

“Fuck, Law!!” you whine louder than ever, and now that he is inside you his hand lands on your mouth. Slipping his thumb on your mouth as he starts to pound, violently, hard, mercilessly…

“Be a good girl and take it well… I hope this is what you were looking for…” “I… it… is even better, Law ~”

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mintmatcha · 3 months

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no quirks tomura au

"Ugh."

You jam your phone in-between Tomura and his television and he has to duck not to see the half naked man that's pulled up on your screen. Somehow, you've both ended on the floor, your legs looped under his and your foot nudging up his ankle.

"Do you think he's cute?" When your friend doesn't answer, you shove your phone in front of him again. This time, some fish-holding douchebag graces the screen and Tomura can't help but scoff.

"What about this guy?"

The League match ends with a bright red screen and Tomura lets out the puff of air caught in his lungs. A heat has started to itch inside his chest as your annoyance grows.

"Why are you showing me your tinder?" he snaps. He really wants to know why you're looped up around him, hand so close to his thigh, when you're looking for someone else to spend the night with. The white tee you're wearing is --was-- his. If he looks, he can make out the dark rim of your nipples with through the white cotton.

He doesn't dare to look.

"I'm bored and my mouth is lonely," you shrug. "Just need someone to make out with tonight."

I'm here, he thinks. You can use me.

"Whore," he says instead.

"Please." You stretch both of your legs until the muscles twitch and kick, lacing yourself even deeper, so close that your thigh is wedged between his. The tickle of your breath creeps up his neck as you taunt him. "I bet you haven't even kissed a girl."

A flicker of your eyes to his lips feels like a taunt. He sucks him in between his teeth and grimaces at how chapped they are, how the taste of copper clings to the split. Th

"I'm not twelve." Tomura keeps himself as deadpan as possible, but he can see the glint in your eye, the knowledge that he's full of shit. "I've done a lot of shit with a lot of girls."

You laugh and it makes his stomach tight.

"Then prove it." He can taste your perfume, long faded into something barely sweet and musky. You must apply it to the soft spot right under your ear- the place you ask those tinder assholes to kiss the most, you claim. It strikes him as surprisingly erotic, such a soft, curved, exposed spot, your dangling earring dropping against to as you tilt your head.

"You just want to practice for your tinder cucks."

Somehow, he's moved closer, propped back onto to his palm to meet your eye. Something in his room is pinging - Discord friends who are wondering where the fuck he disappeared to. He can't seem to care about video games right now, not when your hands are grabbing his thigh, pulling yourself closer-

"Dude, shut up and suck on my tongue already."

Your lips meet his before he can respond. The jolt of your tongue, candy sweet, surprises him. Out of all the times he imagined your skin against his, her never imagined it to be so sloppy. Gentle, needy, soft, but never spitty and messy.

And yet your tongue is on his and your lips are sealed against his, hot breath trapped between. Tomura isn't sure if you're good at this or if he's pathetic, but when the moment passes and you pull away, his body is rigid with the want and need for more.

"Holy shit." Your eyes pop open wide. "That totally was your first kiss-- I fucking knew it."

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yanderepuck · 3 months

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Is this similar to the one I just posted? Maybe. Ignore that one we've moved into this one now. WHEN I HAVE AN IDEA I ABUSE IT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE ALRIGHT.

Besides. We've moved into the purebloods now. Time to get railed by 3 immortal hotties who would do anything to bite you, but ultimately cannot.

Writers note: this is modern day

This is 3000 words. Please end me

"Ungh fuck.. You're a good little slut aren't you," Vlad moans as he thrusts into you.

You're on the floor right by the fireplace, laying on top of a fur rug. The fire is the only light in the room, and is illuminating one side of your body along with his.

You have fists full of fur as if you are trying to hold on. With both of your legs over his shoulders, your hips aren't even on the floor. With one arm on the rug to keep him propped up, his other hand is now holding his phone, the camera on you.

He doesn't slow down so that he can get the perfect shot. One moment the camera seems to be focusing on your breasts. With each thrust they bounce. It really is a beautiful sight to see. With the light from the fire casting just enough of a shadow to be able to see how your nipples are perked.

Then the camera seems to be on your face. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your mouth partially open from moaning and panting, yelling out his name.

"H-harder! Tati! Ohh fuck!"

Your voice gets high pitched, begging for more. Your one hand ungrips the fur to be able to hold his wrist. Your grip is tight on him but it's not enough to bother him.

Then the camera will even drop straight down to record his cock thrusting in and out of you, catching all the wet sounds that come with it. The loads of cum that have already been poured into you leak out with each thrust. The cum that keeps you lubed up enough for him to keep going harder.

Then sometimes he's not paying attention, giving you what you want and the camera barely catches anything.

But the best angle might be when he props it up against the fireplace to record him fucking you. Both his hands are on the rug besides your hips to lock you in place. With more balance he's able to slam his cock into you.

"Ahhh!" You hold onto both his arms and arch your back.

"You take me so well," he growls, his thrusts getting more jerky, telling you he's getting closer.

You look up at him, only able to make noises. You haven't been able to form a single thought in you don't know how long.

He finally thrusts into you last last time, making sure it's the hardest he can, wanting his cum to get as deep in your womb as he can get it.

Bzz bzz

Bzz bzz bzz bzz

Leonardo wakes up in the middle of the night from his phone going off like crazy.

"Ugg..what the hell..."

He pulls it out from under his pillow, squinting from the bright screen. He opens his notifications to see a bunch of messages. He opens them, rubbing his eyes, and all he hears is moans.

He quickly tries to open his eyes and focus on the change of light. It's a video from Vlad. Multiple videos from Vlad. And pictures.

He rolls onto his back and watches the videos. It's just a few seconds here and there. Vlad's hands rubbing your body, squeezing your tits. You with your lips wrapped around his shaft.

Matching pictures of cum dripping down your face, licking your lips. Then going back to videos of Vlad violating your hole. Thrusting into you as hard as he can.

Leonardo turns up the volume to hear your moans better, begging for Vlad to fuck you harder, Vlad praising you for taking him so well.

Leonardo bites his lip feeling himself starting to get hard. "Goddamn it," he growls.

He gets to the last video where you are passed out on the rug, the fire lighting up your body. "Our little flower sure loves to please."

Your chest is heaving, trying to catch your breath. "She kept begging for more. You two must not be using her fully," Vlad chuckles and the video ends.

Leonardo rolls onto his stomach and grinds his hips into his mattress. "Fuuuck," he whines and replays the videos.

You aren't coming back to the mansion until the start of the week. You wanted to spend time with him, nothing wrong with that.

A few days after those videos were sent, Vlad sends more.

Bzz bzz

Bzz bzz bzz bzz bzz

Comte wakes up with a groan. His phone is on his night stand and the vibrations are too loud to ignore. He grabs his phone and squints as he unlocks it. He sees it's from Vlad, and to the group chat again.

"Damn it, Vlad."

After the other night he knows exactly what he's opening, but he opens it anyway. He scrolls to the beginning of the messages and watches the videos one by one.

Image: you're laying on his bed, in lingerie, blindfold on. Your hands tied above your head to the bed post. The sheets are a mess

Video: "You're like a present, all wrapped up for me. Ready for me to ravage," Vlads free hand glides over your skin.

Down your side up your stomach and between your boobs before wrapping his hand around your neck. "You're going to be good for me, right?"

"Yes, Tati," you gasp.

Video: it's black. There's only audio of you moaning and yelling. "Ahh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Tati harder!" You can hear Vlad softly grunting in the background, along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin.

"J-just like that! Ahh fuck! Fill me with your cum! Tati! Tati!"

You moan louder and Comte just knows that is the sound of you cumming. He turns the volume up more.

Video: Vlad has your legs spread wide, the camera focused on the cum leaking out of your bright red hole. Vlad's finger wipes against your folds, then wiping the cum on the inside of your leg.

Your body can be seen shaking as he touches you, your legs trying to close. "I told you not to waste any of the cum I gave you."

"I-I can't. I can't-."

"I'll just have to fuck it back into you," Vlad seems to be sitting up again, pushing his cock into you just before it cuts off.

Comte catches himself moaning. He tries to close his legs tighter.

Image: hickies covering the entire inside of your legs with text following "Just because you can't bite her doesn't mean you can't mark her."

Video: it's black again. The moans and cries have gotten louder. "I'm going to fuck you until I breed you," Vlad growls. He sounds so possessive over you. "I'm going to fill my little whore with my seed so that you can belong to me," he grunts and with the sound of your moans you can tell that he's getting rougher. "You're going to be such a good mother."

Comte starts to get jealous. The three of them share you, Vlad can't be making you his. He's already planning on what he's going to do when you get back.

Image: you lying in bed, your hands untied and your blindfold off. You moved to get comfortable in bed to be able to sleep. Followed with text "You could call her a sperm bank with as many loads as she can handle."

Comte can't help but scroll up to the videos to listen to the audio of you moaning. Next thing he knows he has his hand down his pants trying to get himself off.

You've finally returned to the mansion. You were at the castle for nearly a week wanting to spend some time with the three of them. Nothing about you seems odd. You walk in with your bag as normal and head up to your room, greeting everyone as they walk by.

You started putting your things away when there's a knock at your door.

"One moment," you finish what you are doing and open your door, seeing Leonardo. "Leonardo!" You hug him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, cara mia," he hugs you too. "When you're finished getting settled Comte wanted to see you. He's in his office."

You smile and break the hug. "I'll go see him in a few minutes."

Leonardo walked down the hall again and you closed your door, continuing to unpack your bag.

Almost a half hour later you get to Comte's room. You got stuck in the hallway having a conversation with Sebastian.

You knock on the door and proceed to open it when you hear him telling you to come in.

"Leonardo said you wanted to see me."

"Of course I want to see you, ma cherie," he gets up from his desk and comes over to hug you, giving you a kiss on the lips. "How was your time at the castle? Vlad didn't hurt you too much did he?" Comte puts his hands on either one of your cheeks

You kiss him back and giggle softly. "Vlad wouldn't hurt me, you know that," you smile brightly at him and then hear the door close, and you swear you heard it lock.

"I don't know. Those marks he left on your leg looked like they could hurt," Leonardo came up from behind you, putting his arms around you, sandwiching you.

"Wha-"

"And the way he tied you up?" Comte sighs. "Vlad can be so barbaric."

"How do you-"

"Even having you laying on the floor. He knows to treat you better," Leonardo tsked.

Your eyes widen. You knew Vlad was recording you. He told you it was because he would have to spend so much time away from you that he wanted it so he could watch it. But instead he sent it to these two.

"But the worst part?" Comte puts a hand under your chin, making you look up at his golden eyes. "The way he said he was going to keep you to himself."

"I don't-eek!"

Leonardo quickly picks you up, carrying you to the back of the room towards Comte's desk. Comte turns around and quickly moves things out of the way before Leonardo lays you down.

"I think we need to remind you that you belong to us, too," Leonardo starts to take your pants off.

You try sitting up, propping yourself up on your hands. Comte quickly shrugged his jacket off, leaving it on the floor as he starts to kiss you.

He's being more gentle than you thought he would be. You kiss him back while Leonardo is getting your pants off from around your ankles.

You moan into Comte's mouth while Leonardo pulls your underwear off. Your soaked underwear.

Leonardo nearly gags at them, knowing that Vlads cum is on them. He just drops them to the floor. He then lifts up one of your legs, causing you to fall back on the desk.

"He left too many marks on you, cara mia," he sounds upset, almost angry at this.

"I don't think we should leave her alone with Vlad for a while."

"He needs to know that we share you after all."

Leonardo drops your leg to start taking his clothes off.

You're still feeling sore from this last week. Vlad didn't give you a single break. Each night he fucked you somewhere else in the castle.

Comte pushed Leonardo away from between your legs.

"Hey!"

"She's mine first," Comte smirks, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

You're pretty sure that from the corner of your eye you see Leonardo bare his teeth at Comte. They might be old friends but they never stop fighting over who gets to have you when.

"You can have her after she's been used."

Comte just mocks him to get him riled up more. You hear Comte's pants drop to the floor and you can feel your insides throbbing.

How come after the week you just had you still want more? Your clit is still begging for more abuse.

"She has more than one hole to use, bend her over the desk."

Leonardo walks to the front of the desk, his pants barely still on his hips.

"Just sit and watch," Comte nearly snaps at him.

Having them talk about you as if you can't speak for yourself is just getting you wetter. Hearing how they want to use you. Your throb harder.

Leonardo groans and sits in one of the chairs in the middle of the room, moving it to face the two of you.

Comte moves your unmarked leg up to his shoulder, pressing his tip against your warm entrance. You whine as he pushes himself into you, watching your face contort as you are filled once again.

Has it even been 12 hours? There's still so much cum inside you. He holds onto your waist and snaps his hips into you.

"Ahh!" You tilt your head back. The throbbing that was begging to be filled, you now realized was from you being overstimulated. You needed a rest, not more. But that's too late now.

Comte sets himself a rhythm and sticks to it.

"F-fuck fuck fuck fuck!" You hold onto the edges of the desk, your nails digging into the wood.

His thrusts nearly knock the wind out of your lungs, almost making you speechless immediately. You squeeze your eyes shut and your toes curl.

"Ma cherie~ Look at me when I'm inside you, Cherie," his voice is so soft and soothing as if he isn't pumping his cock into you.

You force your eyes open and look at the blonde between your legs. "Mmmmore!" It took you some time to get the word out, but once it was Comte listened. Thrusting harder into you. The sound of him slamming into you gets louder.

You moan louder, your voice hitching. Your marked leg wraps around his hips. That's the moan he heard in the video, and he was right. The moment you moaned like that you clenched around his cock, adding to the pool of cum already inside you.

Over on the chair, Leonardo pulls out his phone with a smirk and starts recording to send it to Vlad.

"Would you look at that, Vlad. She's not your personal fuck toy after all," he lets the video go for some time so that Vlad can hear you scream Comte's name as he fills you with his own cum. "My turn," he ends the video and sends it to the group chat immediately.

Comte pants, his cock still inside you. You try relaxing your body and catching your breath, knowing the next round is starting soon.

Leonardo gets out of the chair and walks over. "Go sit down and watch, you cuck," after watching multiple videos from Vlad, and then this, he was getting too impatient.

Comte pulled out of you slowly, wanting to drag out the beautiful whine you were making. You look up at Leonardo, knowing he's going to be a bit more brutal with you.

Comte takes his turn sitting down, only he's excited to watch. Leonardo finally lets his pants drop. He moves your body so that you are bent over the desk.

"Don't be too rough, Leonardo."

"Then you shouldn't have made me wait," he squeezes your ass, before spanking it. You let out a yelp and jerk forward as much as you can. "This is Comte's favorite part, so you better put on a show for him."

Leonardo smirks and pushes himself in. You moan and wince. Holding you in place by your hips he immediately slams into your hole.

He groans as he finds the right force to use. "You're not so tight any more."

You hold onto the front of the desk. Rather than looking up at the one fucking you, you are still facing Comte. He's sitting back in the chair relaxed, one leg over the other acting like he's watching a movie.

You're seeing nothing but stars at this point, moans being the only noise you can make. Leonardo leans down, putting his arms under you and holding your shoulders so he can really drive deep into you.

"Ahh-ahh-hh!"

Leonardo looks over your messy hair as Comte and smirks. "Take a picture. It lasts longer," he chuckles in your ear.

Comte gets up, grabbing his jacket to pull his phone out of his pocket. "It would be a shame not to share with Vlad what we are doing to our little flower."

Leonardo let's go of your shoulder to grab your half open jaw, forcing you to look in the direction of the camera. "Smile for the camera, cara mia."

The moans never stop. They get higher and higher until you cum again.

"Our dumb slut can't even talk," your eyes flutter and Leonardo let's your jaw go.

"She's not dumb. She's just obedient, and takes a pounding well."

Leonardo holds onto you tightly, thrusting in as hard as he can until he finally slams deep into you , trying to get his cum as deep as he can.

"Ahh-hh!", you're so weak you can barely yell.

Leonardo rides out his high, making sure he's filled you with as much of his cum as he can. Slowly letting you go, he sits up and carefully pulls out. As Comte sets his phone on his desk, Leonardo falls back into the chair.

Comte carefully holds you. "I want to let you rest, ma Cherie. But after seeing everything Vlad did to you I don't think I can't let a part of you go untouched."

You softly whine. You can't hold yourself up, let alone move any part of your body. Leonardo helps Comte get you wrapped up in his coat while the two of them just slip their pants back on.

Leonardo grabs the rest of the clothes that are on the floor while Comte starts walking out of his office.

"Let's take you to my room for the rest of the session."

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livewithyura · 3 months

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Dom Tekken 6 Jin x Sub reader ! NSFW

Answer : I accidentally clear the anonymous question in my inbox! Sorry for my clumsiness and yes I do write smut!, So this person asked for Dom jin x sub reader! Gosh , I'm such a slvt for this man , I admit it . Opinion on Dom Jin? If we want to talk about dom jin we must bring up Tekken 6/Tekken blood vengeance Jin! Thank you for your suggestion anon!

Plot : You're just a pet for him .

Warning : Minor dni ! smut! nsfw! Rough s!x , Tekken 6 Jin . [I was embarrassed by myself! but thank god I made it! cheers for Jin's slvt!]

╰┈➤ ₊❏❜ Request? Open! [ for tekken tehe ]

“Good girls don’t need panties…right?” He likes the way you walk towards his office room with no panties and bra . Watching your hard nipple from his chair made his cock pulse harder .

He knows he will fuck you dumb with his huge cock . That’s why he will do everything for you to cry in tears , begging for him .

Sitting on his lap while pinching your clit is enough to make you cry.

“Answer me” He will spank you if you’re not answering or disobey him . Sometimes , he will spank the hell out of you with ‘electrics’ that go through his body . But you’re lucky , It’s just a small slap .

“Yes…daddy” You said .

“You’re making a mess , princess . You should clean it up” He shoved his wet finger in your mouth while you’re on his lap. He likes when you’re choking on his wet finger , tasting yourself.

“Such a pretty slut for me…hm? Who’s my good girl?” He said

“Me , daddy” You answer directly , coughing while he takes his finger out of your mouth . He draws a smirk on his face while pinching your hard nipple through your clothes .

“Now be a good girl and take off your clothes for me” He pushes you from his lap , decides to watch you obey his order . You knelt on the floor , unbutton your shirts and yanking the short skirt from your body with agonizing slowness.

Jin’s gaze dragging from your face to your sweet pussy glistening from wetness.

Oh , you’re so precious to him .

“Touch yourself , princess” He ordered while resting his chin on his knukles. He clenched his fist when you put up a show for him , Pinching , squeezing your own nipple before one hand slit between your legs .

You’re whimpering while your mouth falling open , rubbing and fingering your clit.

“Are you thinking of me?” He smirks as he pours the wine in the champagne glass.

“You thinking of how much you want me to pin you on this table and tongue fuck you until that sweet little cunt cum all over my face?" He scoffs as he takes a sip of his wine while looking at you . “Maybe” You said with a brave tone .

“It’s a yes or no , Answer me” He stood up from his chair and walked towards you , grabbing your chin .

“Who do you think of when you fuck that sweet little cunt , princess?” He said,

“You , daddy” He smirks while hearing that answer. He released your chin, crouched down, and gazed at your face with a mocking expression.

“What did daddy do to you , princess?” He whispered to your face , smirking .

You moaned as you hit the right spot . He grabs your chin harshly , looking at your eyes . “What.did.daddy.do.to.his.sweet.princess?” . His sentence become harsh as you don't answer to his question.

“Fucking me , Pulling my hair . Taking me from behind while I’m on your office desk , Filling me with your cock”

Fuck , he never want to cum so bad in his entire life .

“What do you want now?” He was satisfied with your answer , you’ve been a good girl today .

“Cum” You answered , shortly .

“That’s too soon , princess . Don’t cum until I said so” He bent you down on the cold floor . He pressed his huge thumb on your clit , bullying your pussy with his own finger . You tried so hard to hold back , He likes to hear you whimper while he finger fuck you . He circled his finger , hitting the right spot of your cunt .

“Cum” He ordered .

You arched off the floor while tears came down on your cheek .

“Kneel , Y/n” He unbuckled his belt while looking at you . You obeyed his order , both of your knees are on the floor while your chin is lifted up by him .

Soon , you tried to fit Jin’s cock down your throat , he’s too big and the angle is too awkward .

“Is it too much , princess?” Jin slid the tip of his cock across your lips , you continue to lick the pre-cum of his .

But he nudged it back to your mouth .

“Take every inch down your throat , like a good girl” He continue to fuck your mouth like he’s fucking your pussy , he was surprised that your throat bulging around his cock . You want to squeeze your own nipple , but Jin grab the hand of yours .

“Don’t touch yourself , you little slut” He pulls your hair while fucking your mouth .

“You’re so perfect , Princess” He tucks your hair back to your ear , he rubs your head gently as if you're a kitten. He was a total jerk during sex , but after that he treat you like a princess . Sure , he will do an aftercare after he bullying the hell out of your cunt.

His orgasm slammed the entire face of yours , stuffing your mouth with his cum . Covering your chest with thick rope of his cum , your vermilion face while your tongue hanging out from your mouth.

"Do you want something , princess? You've been a good girl today . A hot tea will make you better" He said while carrying you to his chair , he plays with your hair . Looking at you with full of love . He can’t help it , he wants you to be mine . Forever .

★ Written by @livewithyura Why you want to copy this crap? I also take inspiration from my fav romance novel . You can reblog and share !

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koosbabygrl · 2 years

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|M.I.L.F.|▸jjk

Summary▸ Jungkook can’t help what he wants, and what he wants, is you. Genre▸ Smut||Yandere||Explicit||18+ONLY▸REPOST Pairing▸ Jungkook x reader TW▸ Explicit, disassociation, mentions of crush, age difference, pining, teasing, arousal, oral, premature ejaculation, mommy kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, switch!jungkook, unprotected sex, rough sex, nipple biting, yandere.

▸This is yandere. Please do not read if these things trigger you. I do not condone or support these acts. My writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member.

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He’d known you for as long as he could remember. You were like a second mother to him. The one that always hosted the best birthday parties and allowed her son to have sleepovers and video game nights. Jungkook always thought you were amazing and he was a little jealous of his best friend Jimin for having the best mom in the world. His own mother wasn’t terrible, but you were perfect. He recalls the moment he developed his crush, he must have been sixteen or seventeen when he noticed you. He’d been a bit embarrassed when he tried sitting closer to you during a movie night only for you to get up and walk off into the kitchen. When he turned eighteen he was set on winning you over and he knew that age wouldn't be a factor now, not when he was legal. That is what he assumed had been the issue. Of course a woman like you, so delicate and sensual, wouldn't want to openly admit your desire for him knowing it could get you both in trouble.

He couldn’t help falling, it hit him like a train, and now that he would be going to university he was sick to his stomach. He wasn’t sure how he would last without you. He was used to seeing you almost everyday, eating your meals, and hearing your melodic laugh at the jokes Jimin would say. He was glad you had divorced your husband. He never deserved you anyway. Jungkook remembered the way he would treat you like crap during summer pool parties when he thought no one was looking, but Jungkook had seen everything. He’d been smaller then and unable to protect you, but now he was a man and he wanted to make sure you understood that there would be nobody to love you better than him.

He knew you liked the attention, he could tell. Even now as he got taller and stronger, your eyes strayed toward him. He wasn’t stupid. All he needed was a moment alone with you, but Jimin was always around and in the way. He loved his best friend, but now that he was old enough he knew his time with you was short and soon he’d have to go to uni. He didn’t want to miss any opportunity to see you so when Jimin invited him over to the pool, Jungkook was quick to jump on it. The first thing he saw as he entered the yard was you in that fucking excuse for a bikini. He walked in and made his way to you while Jimin went inside. It was always routine to greet you after all, but this time he wanted to make it clear.

He walked up to you and stood there in silence, knowing perfectly well you knew he was there. The goosebumps spreading throughout your arms and legs made it obvious you were aware. “Hey, Ms. ____. Thanks for inviting me over.”

Jungkook spoke in a low tone, a bit closer than he’d ever dared to go. You shivered at the breath he blew when he finished his greeting, making him smirk in victory.

“Hey, Kook. I just thought we could have a get together before you boys pack up for school. Hungry?”

“Starving.” Jungkook lowly growled his response and turned to walk off knowing you caught his meaning. He could sense you turn to look at his back knowing you were desperate for him. The only issue now was how to get rid of Park Jimin.

The afternoon went well, Jungkook and Jimin playing in the pool while you sat and watched. He would purposely flex whenever he threw the beach ball and made sure to not stretch out his shorts when the water glued them to his form after getting out of the pool. He didn’t bother shaking off the excess water, enjoying how you bit your lip and eyed him underneath your sunglasses. It was obvious you were ogling. He tried his best to be good and not come too close knowing Jimin might be weirded out. Thankfully, just like clockwork, the phone call Jungkook had been waiting for made its way to Jimin’s phone. He had asked a friend to call Jimin declaring an emergency that would tie him up for a few hours, and Jimin being the ever helpful and faithful friend would never say no.

“Hey, mom. I’ve gotta go help Taehyung. I might be a bit. Is it okay if I leave you here with Jungkook? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Sure, baby. You go ahead. Jungkookie and I will be fine.”

Jungkook thought he heard a slight nervousness in your voice, but what he noticed the most was how quickly you got up and wrapped your body with the terry cloth wrap. That wouldn’t do at all. This was not the fucking time to get all shy when he had you all to himself. The entire day you’d sashayed that cute ass past him while he soaked in the sun, his boner increasingly becoming a problem he had to conceal. This would not do at all. He had already made up his mind about how this day was going to go and he wouldn’t let a bit of hesitation get in his way.

Making sure his friend left, he offered to walk Jimin to the car after he had changed and even waved goodbye watching him drive off until he could no longer see his car. With a set determination, he turned back to stride into the yard seeing you on the other side wiping down the fancy marble counter only a spoiled cunt like you would own.

He could hear your breathing, the tension in the air so thick Jungkook was thankful you were both outside. “It’s just us two, Ms. ____.”

“Ha...yes...yeah Jungkookie so it is. Would you mind grabbing those dishes for me on the table, I needed to--”

Jungkook didn’t hear a word you said. He grabbed your wrist in the midst of your scrubbing and squeezed. You dropped the sponge unable to hold it and turned to him shocked at that audacity of his behavior. “J-Jungkook...what are yo--”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want it. I’ve been waiting for so long...and now I have you. Don’t you want me, Ms. ___?”

Jungkook enjoyed the struggle in your look, the way your eyes lit with desire and doubt. The line he was dancing on was a dangerous one, but he was glad to see that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. “I don’t know w-what you’re talking about...I just need to finish…”

You were unable to finish your excuse because Jungkook’s hands had made their way over your hips and under your back side. He lifted you up without any warning and set you down on the very counter you were so focused on cleaning. Too bad he planned to make it dirty.

“You know exactly what I mean. So don’t fucking act like you don’t know. I’m so sick and tired of these games. Can’t you feel how fucking hard I am for you?”

He thrust once against you, hard, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“Say you want it, Ms. ___. Please...I’ve been such a good boy.”

It didn’t take long for Jungkook’s little display to kick you into gear. You were already worried the neighbors may have seen this show, so you quickly hopped off and grabbed his hand leading him inside. “We can’t do this here. What if someone sees?”

Barely making it to the door, Jungkook grabbed you and slammed you up against the glass sliding door. “Fuck the neighbors.” He kissed you then, finally able to taste the forbidden apple that had been dangling in front of him for as long as he could remember. You tasted exactly as he imagined and he couldn’t help but moan softly into your mouth. When you grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, Jungkook just about broke apart. Once again he lifted you and fit himself between the opening of the door carrying you all the way into the kitchen. It was the closest room and he really didn’t think he could wait any longer.

Immediately he got to work, satisfied with how easily you gave in. Your top was the first to go, the pathetic teeny string easy to rip off your soft body. He latched himself onto your nipple the moment it came into sight and bit down hard. You arched your back in pain and looked at him in question, but the stare he delivered as he licked and suckled on the abused nipple made you clench. As he kissed over your body you pretended it wasn’t happening. Your mind took you to another world trying to get over the guilt of letting your son’s best friend fuck you on the kitchen counter. The very same you used to serve them breakfast after their sleepovers.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Jungkook could barely speak, his mouth busy finding any available skin he could find to suck on hungrily. He loved the way you responded, how you were already rolling your hips against his own, the fucking swinsuits still blocking access. He was getting desperate, the heat of your cunt making his cock impossibly harder. When you tugged on his hair and pulled him back, he whimpered, and in that second he knew he was fucked.

“Tell me how long you’ve wanted this, Jungkookie?”

You stared right into his eyes, the worry about doing wrong replaced with the lust you couldn’t contain. He tried to look away then, a slight blush manifesting itself upon his pretty face and neck. It seemed he liked being roughed up and it only drove you further.

“I...I ...for so long..Ms.___. I’ve wanted this for so long.” he cried out as your nails dug slightly into his scalp, his neck now turned at an uncomfortable angle away from your face.

“Is that so? You don’t have to call me Ms. ___. There’s something else you want to call me, isn’t there?”

Was there? Oh yes there was, Jungkook realized that you were giving him the opportunity. He tried the word on his tongue...weighing it in his mind before allowing it to spill from his lips.

“Mommyyyyy”

The moment he said it his hips stuttered and he came all over his swim shorts. You watched him groan and hump his hips against you like some pathetic little boy who lacked self-control. It was amazing to watch. His head fell against your belly as he cried out mommy over and over. You had never experienced anything like that before. It was such an erotic scene, only making you more needy.

“What a good boy, getting all whiny for his mommy. Look at me.”

Jungkook could barely look, he felt so much shame at realizing he ruined the one moment he had to prove to you that he became a man. You always held such power over him. He glanced up and when he saw the expression on your face he hid against the crook of your neck pouting.

“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry...sorry...sorry….”

“Hush. Don’t worry. I loved it. You were so needy for your mommy weren’t you?”

Jungkook nodded against your shoulder, the sweet boy you knew suddenly making an appearance. But the truth was, he was no longer a boy, but a man...and you were probably the first older women he’d ever been with. “How about this, baby? Take off my bottoms and show me how badly you want to please me. I know you want to, don’t you, sweet boy? Wanna taste mommy’s cum?”

Jungkook immediately lifted his head up and agreed. His hands got busy removing whatever else was in his way, happy that he was finally able to eat your cunt. It was all he ever dreamed of. He was embarrassed to admit how many times he’d gotten off against his own pillow at the thought. He tried one long stripe feeling proud when you bucked against his mouth.

“Fuck, Kook. You’re an experienced little whore, aren’t you?”

He didn’t reply, too focused on the pretty pussy before him, open, glistening and fully aroused. He went back to it, swiping his tongue over any place he could, swallowing eagerly each time. Your cries in the background egged him on, the need to please you overwhelming his senses. He latched onto your clit, the one thing he knew made the girls go wild. He did his best to tug on it just right, repeating his actions when you reacted positively. And just when he thought you would cum all over his tongue, you pulled his head back and away.

“W-what..” his chin was coated in your arousal, the confused look on his face making him look like a puppy who’d just been denied a meal.

“Mommy wants to feel your dick.” You sat up and he moved back, happy that you locked him in with your legs. His cock was hard again, the tip rubbing against the counter’s edge, the oversensitivity making him crazy. He waited as you slid closer, using your feet to remove his shorts. When he cock sprang free, you pressed up against him fully and let his cock sit between your wet slit.

“See what a good boy you are?”

“Yes, the best boy.”

“That’s right. And who are you good for?”

“For mommy. Only for mommyyyy.”

“Don’t you forget it.” Using your legs you pulled him flush against you and then tucked your hand between your bodies to push his length deep into your core. It was one swift move leaving Jungkook a complete mess. His head fell onto your shoulder, his determination not to cum too soon hovering over him.

“Mommmmyyy, I can’t...it feels so good.”

“Well you’d better, baby boy. You’d better make your mommy cum, or else.”

Jungkook needed no further warning. He grabbed your hips and squeezed him, pulling you forward as you kept sliding back and forth with the force of his thrusts. You were crying against the shell of his ear and he felt like he was in heaven. He was actually the one making you feel this, he was the reason, and it made him so proud. Not wanting to fuck up, he slide his hand over your belly and let his thumb find its way to you clit. When he pressed down, you choked out, and he smiled wickedly.

“Does that feel good, mommy? Hmmm? Is your baby boy doing the best job?”

“The fucking best…” you barely managed to respond, already so close to cumming. The little fucker knew exactly what he was doing and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jungkook, however, wanted to make it even more memorable. Lifting you up with his dick still inside, he laid you on the ground and then removed himself. The feeling of the cold tile on your back had you reeling.

“Jungkook, what the fu-”

“Turn around.”

“Wh-”

“I said turn around, mommy. Don’t be a fucking disrespectful whore.”

Without another word you turned, getting on your hands and knees ready to be fucked into oblivion. You recognized the look in his eyes. It was the look he’d been giving you since the moment you realized he wasn’t your innocent little Jungkookie anymore.

He gripped your hips, lifting them higher leaving your cheek to lay flat on the floor. Somehow the cool of the tile was welcome against the raging heat on your face. Just as you were wondering when he’d get started, his cock pushed straight in without any resistance. He began pounding into you, no remorse, no tenderness, just wild and reckless sex. Your hands slipped against the floor, a squelching sound heard whenever you tried to grab the surface with sweaty palms. He was unforgiving, the months of teasing finally reaching an end. There was no more talking, just pure unadulterated lust. When you felt him getting desperate at not wanting to cum just yet, he’d adjust your position, pressing your hips down a little, but not so much that he couldn't wrap his hand around to find your clit.

You were practically a useless piece of flesh under him as he rolled his hips so hard and deep you could barely move your own. His hand was pinned between the floor and your cunt, but you used the pressure to press against his palm, perfectly hitting your swollen nub each and every time. “I’m gonna cum...I’m gonna cum...oh god…”

“Mommmyyyyy….oh fuckk….mommyyy cum on my cock pleasee..”

His whines was all it took to have you clenching around him. As you came you felt him swell inside of you preparing to take whatever he gave. He released into you, his cum not stopping aas he grunted and cried out his orgasm. You took it well, the sharp pounds beating against your hips causing bruising. He then dropped on top of you, the weight of his body causing you to plop to the ground. His cock still nestled inside and now deflated, he lay there, most of his weight on his arms, as he tried to gather his strength.

“Jungkookie, I can’t breathe.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

You laugh at the way he scrambled off of you and then lay next to you with his back flat on the floor. He looked amazing, his sweet face and long lashes making you want him again.

“We’d better get up before Jimin comes back.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about him.” Jungkook giggled and then looked about realizing there was a mess that needed to be cleaned up. Looking to you he noticed you were exhausted and he was pretty much responsible for the cum leaking out of your cunt. “Let me help you.”

Sitting up, he turns you over slowly and then lifts up one of your legs. “Can’t have mommy being a dirty bitch, now can we?”

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Irresistible

Gojo Satoru

tags! cheating(you), phone sex, dirty talk, no piv(only describing it), praise

WC. 2283

Barbie's note... Yall im not even gonna come up with an excuse for why i have posted in so long. just enjoy the story:>

Damn, he misses you. He misses you so much, so much that he's been scrolling on your page for an hour and a half. It's common sense that he shouldn't believe everything that he sees on the internet or take it at face value, but it's only been a week since the break up and you've been acting so carefree and unfazed. You've posted a month's worth of bikini pics in such a short time period. This must be a revenge scheme and it was lowkey highkey working. He was pissed. The dozens of skimpy bikini pics with your friends. The friends that always encouraged you to go against his wishes and wear slutty round whore clothes.

A shot of you tucked into a baby pink and white striped bikini that covered nothing but your pierced nipples. One bounce and they'd pop out, no, one breath and the whole thing would rip in half. How dare you wear that out in public? How dare you show off what belongs to him? The whole swim set could double as a long thread of floss.

The caption reads, "Hot girl summer with Dontae."

He feels a blood vessel in his head nearly pop as his eyes drag across that sentence. He doesn't know a Dontae, so who the fuck is Dontae? The next picture was a selfie. Your camera was aimed high above your head making the baby doll eyes that always got you what you wanted very prominent. A cute and innocent smile playing on your face as you threw up a peace sign. The white cami that sat on your chest was tight and thin, leaving nothing to his imagination. Your thighs pressed together, basically swallowing the little triangle that was cover in your swimsuit bottom.

He swipes again, arriving at the second to last pic. It's an over-the-shoulder video of who he assumed this "Dontae" guy was. He's seen fluffing your butt and using it as a pillow. "Donnie, you are so funny." You giggle. Once he notices that you're recording he covers his face and plants it in the crevice under your ass. "Rate the softness." You clench your cheeks above his head as he gives you a thumbs up.

Gojos' jaw clenches with jealousy, anger, and anything else that screams he doesn't like seeing you with someone else. Someone else touching what's his.

God, he really fucked up with all the jealousy and possessiveness. Because now it seemed like you were glowing once you left him. All these photos of you dolled up just the way he liked it. The date night posts with light makeup, hair and nails done, and a beautiful evening gown. A silk white maxi dress that hung low around your breast, but hugged all your curves perfectly. A dress that you wore for him once upon a time.

A dress that he loved to peel off of you in the privacy of your house. His lips would be locked with yours as he backs you onto the bed with a tiny bounce. A dazed look plastered on your face as you shuffled farther up the bed. For every scoot backward, he'd step closer on his knees. "Does towering over me make you feel big and bad?" You'd say, your back hitting the headboard, signaling that you backed yourself into a corner. "No, it makes me hard." He'd say, before dragging you closer by your ankle, and stripping off your dress. Then he'd take care of all your needs before using your body for himself.

The uncomfortable tightness in his pants pulled him out of his thoughts and reminiscing. It's not a surprise, but he's hard. What else would he be when he's thinking about fucking you every which way? A heavy sigh leaves his lips when he rubs the space between his eyes. It's not like he has to take care of it, he could leave it alone, but where's the fun in that. You know, he could turn this little situation into something he doesn't have to enjoy alone.

He sits up slowly, letting the blood in his body even out, more of it pumping into his erect cock than anything else. He looks down at the tent in his pants, conflicting thoughts circling his head. A tiny angel Gojo on one shoulder telling him to move on and that this action is naughty. On the other shoulder was a tiny devil Gojo telling him that there was no harm in it. To be honest, he couldn't care less about what the tiny gojos said because who does his good side think he is. He's never been the one that would be opposed to being a little naughty. So, why shouldn't he give you a call and show you the problems you caused.

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"Babe. Can you make some more popcorn? If you miss anything important I'll tell you." You say, handing your boyfriend a greased up bowl that once had kettle and butter popcorn in it. "Try mixing cheddar and caramel corn this time." You turn around on the couch to watch the rest of the movie, but before you can refocus, your phone starts ringing. You lazily slide it off the table, looking at the unsaved but familiar number. "Hey, I thought we said no phones today. You're always on it."

"I'm sorry baby. I gotta take this real quick."

"What? But who is going to tell me what's happening in the movie?" You rush upstairs to the bathroom regardless of his complaints and concerns. You shut the door before locking it and toss your phone on the marble sink.

"Um, hello? Who is thi-"

"Y/n-"

His taunting voice reaches your ears and you hang up immediately, chills running up and down your spine. Your plan worked. He called you, your ex Gojo. Either he fell right into your trap or he caught on. He calls back and you pick up, giggling in his face. "Oooooh, you think this is funny? You must know that I'm nursing a hard-on right now." You can imagine him laid out on his bed, legs spread, phone held to his mouth with one hand and the other palming or stroking his erection.

"Hmmm, I don't know. That seems like a you problem." You take joy in knowing that if he was here with you right now, he'd bend you over his knee like a bad girl for sassing him. "More like a problem you caused with those damn near naked pics." He hisses.

"So you've been stalking my page?"

"Oh don't play dumb, it doesn't look good on you. You know what you're doing and I know that you avoided blocking me for a reason. You want me to see you in these skimpy outfits with this rando. I'm not dumb. I'm more than just a pretty face, Y/n." He hisses out once more.

You roll your eyes at his insults and focus on the one unnecessary part, "Who said you were pretty?"

"You, when you were hanging onto my hair for dear life while screaming about how I was your pretty boy who fucked you beyond imaginable." Your legs squeeze together as you think back to the said time. "Does that ring any bells or should I go on?" Of course it does, but why let the banter end now? You're already deep into this. Why not go deeper? Before you speak, your hand lifts up your skirt and slides your panties off. "I think you should go on." You circle your clit, muffling an airy moan. "Really, now? How about the time where I was tongue deep in that pretty pussy while you rode my face, hm? Begging your pretty boy for extra seconds, when you were basically suffocating me by rolling your hips an endless amount of times. I'd double tap your thigh for air, but you roded for an extra three seconds because it was so good. Maybe even too good. My breaks were short too, only four or five breaths before you plopped back down for another 20-30 seconds. Does that ring any bells?" Your legs fall open wider as you relax and think about his head between your legs. Suddenly gaining the urge to shut them when you find the perfect rotation on your clit.

"Hmmm, I don't remember that either." A moan escapes your mouth at the end of your sentence. You quickly cover your mouth hoping that your silence would reverse your actions. "Oh princess, there's no hiding that. Are you touching yourself? Naughty girl." Heat rises to your cheeks, "You have no right to tease me! I know you're doing it too!" You hide your face in your arms even though he can't see your flustered expression. "Lemme see." His voice is deep and low as your head shoots out of your arms. "What…What?"

"You heard me. I said, "Show me". I wanna see you stuff that pretty pussy."

Your boyfriend was downstairs waiting for you to finish your movie night and here you are on the phone with your ex, touching yourself, wishing he was here with you. The angel and devil on your shoulder bicker about what's right and wrong and what you should do. Yeah, you have a boyfriend, but… you also have Gojo. There isn't much thought behind your decision, "Oh, such a pretty pussy. Is all that schlick for me? I'm honored." He snickers. You're silent for a couple of beats, really feeling the guilt before shaking it off. Your knees come together, shutting your legs to show him that you weren't gonna continue yet. "I wanna see you too."

There is absolutely no hesitation before you hear the slow sound of his zipper coming down and some rustling from the other side of the phone. "Fair enough." Is all you hear before his camera turns on and he tugs his underwear a little lower than his balls. "Like what you see, doll? You miss this big dick? How the tip would slide up and down your wet folds, teasing you until you begged for it." His voice is low and rough before he spits in his palm and uses it as lube to stroke his length. You spread your legs, finding the perfect rotation on your clit again as you prop your phone on the tissue stand across from the toilet you were sitting on. "God I miss that perfect pussy so much." His head falls back toward the headrest of the couch, starting his slow and vertical strokes on his cock. Something inside of you snaps as you watch him stroke himself just to the mere thought of you. Only then do you fully reciprocate his desire, "She misses you too. I miss you. I want you." Your voice has a sultry tone to it with an ounce of desperation as your hands greedily speed up in motion on your aching bundle of nerves.

"Shit, you should have let me know sooner. I can make all of your wants reality, just say the word." From the way that he goes silent, hanging onto the emptiness in the air, he must be expecting you to say something. Something similar to granting him permission to come over and fuck you like he'll never see you again. "Gojo, we can't." His strokes slow as disappointment takes over. "I'm at my boyfriend's house." There's a sliver and sadness and hesitation in your voice, just saying that sentence makes you feel dirty. Knowing that you have a boyfriend yet you're here entertaining your ex. You could try to come up with an excuse to make yourself feel better and push all accountability off your shoulders, but there isn't one. Your boyfriend isn't mean, controlling, or possessive so why would you do him so dirty? That was a question you didn't want the answer to for numerous reasons.

"Oh naughty girl. Cheating on your boyfriend with your ex? Kinda makes me wonder if you cheated on me before."

There is no hesitation whatsoever, "Of course not." It's very clear where your priorities stand. Oh who are you kidding, you only went out and got a new boyfriend to make Gojo jealous. You guys were on a break technically, but he decided that he would talk to other girls so you did the same. Maybe you got a little sidetracked with this mini-quest and actually planned on giving it up for him. Today was supposed to be that day, "We were supposed to fuck today, but then you called." He tsks, "Glad I did. Don't you ever give up what's mine, you hear me?" You nod, too busy entertaining yourself to talk. Everything was moving so fast the conversation, your rising orgasm and the minutes ticking by until your boyfriend decided to drag you back downstairs, but would come to the realization that you were cheating on him. "To hell with him, why don't you come over here? I'm just aching to fuck you." He speaks before he thinks and there are a couple beats of silence before you respond. A pathetic please hanging on the tip of his tongue. "Okay." He half expects you to have an argument behind that one word or anything else, but by the looks of it you were aching just as bad as he was. You dreadfully moved your hands from your aching clit, your orgasm was right around the corner, but so was Gojo so you could stick it out for him. He's amazed at how fast you cleaned up, made an excuse, and kissed your boyfriend goodbye. Before he could make a comment on it, you were whipping around in your car and telling him that you'd be there in five then ended the call.

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